Do not cross the line

Chapter 5 (NSFW)

You returned to your work desk after having a lunch with Sam. You started to work with the sketch you had been working, so you could finish it as soon as possible and go to show it to Sam.

While you were working, you started to think about his past.

Prison?

That was something very new to you. You had never done something illegal and you always thought that people who had been in prison could never work, at least not in the higher management.

But it seemed like that you were wrong.

But like you had said to Sam, 'All of us can change our ways, and make our future better despite our past.'

You tilted your head, that was probably the wisest thing you had ever said. But it was the truth. If your father managed to leave alcohol for good after drinking over twenty years, why would someone like Sam cannot change his ways of life?

He told you he had grown up in an orphanage after his mother committed suicide and his father dumping him and his brother there. You couldn't blame him for spending time on the wrong side of the law.

If he had been working in the company for ten years, maybe he had changed his ways, especially after getting promoted to managing director.

You shook your head and opened the software, starting to work on with the sketch looking forward to work in the studio.

After all - it wasn't your burden.

As many times before, slowly the crowd started to fade from the office until you were the last one working there. You loved when in the evening there were fewer people working, you loved when there was only silence around you.

You chose to do few extra hours so you can save your hours if you need to have a free day again, and you were in a row, working with the project, trying to do as much ready as possible before moving to work in the studio.

When the clock started to move closer and closer to eight o'clock in the evening, you chose that it was time to leave the office. You shut down your mac, grabbing your stuff in your bag when you noticed the paper you were supposed to bring back Elena when you had signed it.

"Shit." - even you were sure it was no hurry, you choose to go and see if Elena's office door was open and you can leave it to her table, so she can find it first thing in the morning.

You finished packing your bag, grabbed your new keycard and the paper and headed to the lift.

You made your way to the second floor, meeting those big doors when you stepped out of the lift.

With a smile you swiped your keycard to open the doors, revealing almost dark hall behind it. You had no idea if it was possible to stay in the late hours in the studio section, you needed to ask that from Sam when you meet him again.

You made your way through the hall, the clop of your heels echoing in the empty hall. You were pleased that there were no workers staring and whistling after you this time.

You made your way to the glass doors, swiping your keycard and stepping inside the offices, walking toward Elena's room, gladly noticing the door was open.

While you walked toward her room, you noticed that at the end of the hall, in Sam's office there were still lights on. Maybe he was working late too?

You thought you could go ask him right away if it was possible to work there in the evening since he seemed to be there himself now, so it didn't need to wait to the next day.

You left the paper on Elena's table, making your way to the end of the hall, slowly reaching Sam's office.

When you were about to knock on the door, you heard a moan from the inside. You stepped back, wondering did you just heard right, shaking your head and reached the door again - but you heard another moan.

Your brows knitted together from confusion, and without thinking it any better, you looked inside Sam's office from the window next to his door, your eyes widening from shock.

You saw Sam sitting behind his desk, his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed, and his hands caressing brown haired head which bobbed front of him between his legs.

Wait.

Was he having a blowjob in his office?

You couldn't help it when you froze on your place, staring inside the room from the window, looking how Sam's face contracted from pleasure, his mouth leaving soft but deep moans, which were clearly heard through the door.

You didn't even pull away when Sam leaned his head from the backrest, looking down at the woman working on between his legs, caressing soft her brown hair with his huge palms.

Then the woman stopped, looking up at Sam and you finally saw her face.

It was the waitress from the restaurant.

The woman stood up, you saw that she had only her bra on her, while Sam seemed to be almost fully dressed, his grey fest being away from him, few buttons of his suit shirt open.

You knew you should leave, you wanted to leave, you needed to leave, but some power kept you in place, staring how your boss-to-be hopped the woman on his desk, kissing her neck while opening her bras, as her hands started to work on his buttons, opening his shirt, revealing from under it wide and muscular chest.

You noticed he had another tattoo close to his armpit, which looked like some kind star. You bit your lip when Sam threw his shirt to the floor, his muscled biceps tensing hard. He surely was in good shape.

You watched how the waitress wrapped her legs and hands around Sam's body, while Sam moved his hand somewhere between them and soon he started to thrust hard, his teeth sinking in the flesh of her neck. You watched how his huge palms started to wonder on the waitresses bare back, slowly lowering down to her ass, squeezing hard, making the waitress throw her head back and moan deep and loud.

That made you finally woke up in your trance, turning around, leaning your back on the door your eyes wide open. You were breathing heavily, and you realized that your heart had started to beat hard in your chest, and you even could feel how your pussy had started to throb too.

You shook your head and started to make your way back to the door, trying to not to clop your heels to the floor so they won't hear you. How embarrassing would it be if Sam would see you there, realizing you had seen what he was doing in his office with the waitress?

It was already embarrassing that you had seen it. You couldn't act normal in his room anymore, not after when you knew what had happened on his desk.

You made your way to the glass door, fishing your keycard from your bag, stopping to the door.

Your head snapped toward the animation room when you heard a moan coming from there too. You stared toward Harry's room, listening and hearing how there were loud moaning and groaning, and clearly - a table hitting against the wall.

'Jesus fuck, what is this, some kind of bordell!?' - you thought inside your head when you realized what was happening in Harry's room too, while you swiped your keycard on the door, opening it and rushing through the hall to the lifts.

When you were finally in the lift, waiting for it to take you to the main hall, you leaned your back on the wall, looking up to the ceiling, while trying to steady your racing heart and heavy breathing.

The doors got open to the main hall, but you stayed still on the lift, leaning against the wall, swallowing hard and closing your eyes, when you felt how your pussy throbbed hard and you could feel how your panties started to get wet, when the image of Sam's bare body was stuck in your retinas.