The Consequence

Fucking Brat

In the Back Seat

Frustrated, bored and lonely, I left the three tech-nerds to do what they needed to do with the computers in Victoria's office. I stormed into her large corner suite with a huff. The automatically closing door clicked quietly shut as I sunk down into her high-backed leather chair. The two clear glass walls immediately frosted.

She'd only been gone three days but I truly, whole-heartedly and with every inch of my being hated being away from her. To her credit, she had rode me hard and put me away wet before she left. But the marks were fading, and the ache of longing that I always seemed to have for her was as prevalent as ever.

I had been given strict instructions to behave while she was gone, so of course I wanted to do the complete opposite. I knew I shouldn't bother her while she was away on her business trip, but… 

I tapped my fingers on her desk for exactly two seconds before I pulled my earbuds out of their case and reclined, clicking my heels up on her desk. She answered on the second ring.

“Morgan,” she said, and her voice was as sexy and husky as ever. 

“Where are you?” I whined, admittedly, pathetically.

“You know where I am.” She said, her tone flat. 

“But I'm lonely and I miss you and I'm thirsty…” I told her, trying to put an edge of sultry into my own voice. 

“Thirsty?”

“Parched Daddy.” I smacked my lips. “When are you coming home to take care of me..?”

She sounded a bit exasperated. “I've only been gone three days.”

I stuck my bottom lip out in a pout even though she couldn't see me.

“Well it feels like forever. I'm in your office right now. My heels are on your desk. You would hate it.” 

I heard her blow air out of her nose.

“What would you do if I told you I was touching myself right now?” I asked as I slid my skirt higher on my legs.

“That would be a problem Morgan. I told you not to touch yourself while I was gone.”

“I can't help it." I fussed. "I'm primed. I miss you and it doesn't hurt to sit down anymore. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that Victoria?” I bit out, every ounce of brat that I was edging my tone. 

When she didn’t respond, I baited, “is Emerson around? Can she come take care of me?” I teased dangerously. I let out a small whimper as I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh and brushed a finger under the inside hem of my panties. The only response I got from her was a low growl.

“I'm so wet for you Vic,” I continued as I pressed lightly on my clit and let out an exaggerated low moan.

“Are there still men working at the office Morgan?” She asked tightly. 

“Yes, but they can't see me. The frosted glass is-”

“You know,” she interrupted, her voice in an uneven cadance, “that my door does not lock-” and as soon as the words left her mouth there was a soft knock and her office door opened.

A thin man in a blue polo with shaggy hair looked up from his tablet as he entered, “Pardon me Miss Morgan but we are done out here.” My legs flew off the desk and I scrambled to my feet smashing buttons on my phone to end the call. 

“T-thanks.” I croaked, “just let yourself out.” His eyes went wide with realization. He spun on his heels, stammering, and rushed out. That fucking door-with-no-lock clicked closed behind him. Slowly, I turned my phone face up, praying to every god, old and new, that I had ended the call before Victoria had heard his voice and realized what happened. My cheeks flushed. Not from arousal, but from sheer panic. I breathed heavily as I opened the app to remote start Victoria's Denali in the parking garage. It was time for me to get my shit together, lock up and go home. My phone chimed a milli-second before I walked out of the office and all the blood in my body ran cold.