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I walked through the double doors that lead to the outer entry area of the office. I saw that all of the light switches were off. That was a good sign. Since it was a Friday morning, there was a pretty good chance no one would even be in the office before 10am.
Most of the office staff went out for a drink or two last night, that made it an even better chance that no one would show up at all. I left the light switches off, that way, if anyone else walked in, they would probably flip the lights on and I'd have a heads up that someone was there. I scanned my ID card and walked through the second set of doors and headed down the hallway toward my office. I walked past six empty offices and each one was a sigh of relief. I dropped my court files on my desk with a thud, tossed my overcoat and suit coat onto the far chair and flipped my computer on. As my computer cycled through its start up sequence, I stacked up my files. My mind wandered back to last night as the computer on my desk blipped through its warm up.
The night before most of the floor had gone out for a drink or two. It was fairly impromptu. Most of the support staff work from home on Fridays. Most of the lawyers barely do any work most days, let alone actually show up on a Friday. So, when Sara wandered past suggesting a Thursday happy hour drink, the few of us still left on the floor agreed to meet down the street at the usual state worker bar. By the time I had finished up, packed up my files for court and headed to the bar, everyone else was at least two drinks ahead of me.
I walked into the Hill Street bar and found Sara and Kasey standing at the bar while a few of the other lawyers and older support staff were cloistered into a separate group just past them. Sara, Kasey and I were the only ones on our floor under the age of forty. Sara was a thin cute brunette, green eyes, with solid B-cups, a nice ass and held a passing resemblance to the porn actress Penelope Kay. Kasey was a knock out. Olive skin, deep brown eyes, a petite build with a phenomenal ass. Her boobs always looked great, maybe a C-cup but definitely big for her slim body. Kasey was a body double for the porn star Liya Silver.
I walked up and said "Hello ladies. Can I buy you girls another drink."
Sara was the first to respond. She smiled at me, smirked at Kasey and said, "Thank god you finally got here, the tight pockets have reached their one drink limit and of course, aren't going to buy any more drinks for anyone else."
I took a hundred out of my pocket and flagged down Aimee, the buxom bartender. Aimee gave me a huge smile as she jiggled toward us. "Hi Charlie! I was wondering if they'd drag you out!"
"Hi Aim," I said as I smiled back at her. "Can I get another round for these two, and well, do you want to do a shot with us?" I said, as I dropped the hundred dollar bill on the bar.
Aimee smiled even bigger. "Sure! Paddy shots? PBR? Girls you want another white claw?"
"Yes. All of the above," I said with a wink, as Aimee swiped the bill off the bar and spun on her way to get the drinks.
"Thanks Charlie," said Kasey with a smile and a hint of reticence in her voice. "You know at some point you have to actually let us buy you a drink." Kasey had only been working on our floor for about 18 months. She was a paralegal - analyst with one of the other bureaus but since we were all in the criminal prosecution division, she often came to me with questions, especially since the lawyers in her unit were pretty lazy.
I laughed. "If any of the tight-wad senior citizens over there would ever buy a round, I'd gladly let you. Until then, you guys can ride on my tab. Afterall, you two do, what is it again, 95 percent of the work on the floor?"
Sara and Kasey bumped shoulders and laughed harder than they should have at the joke. Sara said, "At least somebody knows how to appreciate us." Just then, Aimee came back with the shots and drinks. We knocked down the shots and our little clique joined with the larger group.
The older attorneys and support staff had been talking about the case the public ethics unit had been working on which involved a county executive who was embezzling money and sexually harassing his women staffers. There had been much office wide discussion all week of the recovered text messages in which the county exec had told several women support staff that he wanted to "cum all over their bodies" as well as other sexual acts. I bought Sara and Kasey three more rounds while we all laughed over the brazen-ness of the sexually explicit text messages.
As the older workers started clearing out, I bought Sara and Kasey one more round. The girls were getting more giggly from the drinks, talking about weekend plans, making fun of the older staff and how out of touch and lazy they were. I gave Aimee an extra twenty as a tip as I settled my tab. Aimee came around the bar to hug me. As we chatted and finished our drinks, I felt Kasey's hand on mine. I thought maybe we had bumped into each other but before I could do the "oops, sorry" routine she slid her hand into mine and squeezed my hand. I thought maybe I was imagining it. I glanced down at our hands, saw she was holding my hand, then I glanced at her face, but she just stayed in her conversation with Sara. Sara was standing on my other side and couldn't see our secret hand holding. As Sara signed her credit card tab for the drinks she bought before I got there, I turned toward Kasey and looked at her quizzickly.
She smiled a big smile and leaned into me, her tit pressing into my arm, just above a whisper saying, " You know, you can cum all over my body any time you want".
She licked my earlobe, released my hand and said, "All set?" to Sara, just as Sara was turning around. We walked out to our cars, said our goodnights and I drove home wondering if I imagined the entire thing.
The beeps from my computer brought me back from my replaying of the night before. I kept thinking that I had to have imagined everything with Kasey. I had heard her talking to the other office girls about a boyfriend.
Kasey and I had always had a good rapport. She always did tend to linger in my office a little longer when asking me questions. Was it possible? Could there be a secret crush that the booze brought out? Maybe some feminine wildcat jealousy having seen Aimee gush over me? The thoughts raced through my head, as I tried to convince myself that Kasey could actually be interested in me. As my thoughts drifted, I shuffled papers around, re-stacked my court files and realized I had half of a hard on just letting myself daydream about Kasey.
Just then I heard the click of one of the office doors opening. I hadn't checked the other side of the floor and clearly someone else was there. I knew none of the other attorneys had court but maybe someone was trying to shrug off their lazy, no-show reputations by actually showing up on a Friday. I shrugged it off and finished putting my court files away. As I closed the filing cabinet, I was almost startled by the voice.
"Hey Charlie," it was Kasey's voice. I'd know it in my sleep.
"Hi Kase" I said without turning around, trying to sound as casual as possible. I turned around, and I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a white camisole with khaki pants, showing some midriff. Her hair and eyes looked amazing. "Did you have to come in to scan those grand jury minutes?" I asked, scrambling for something to say as our eyes met.
She looked down. "Um yeah, that's part of it." She took a deep breath. I could tell she was struggling. I tried to help.
"Look Kasey," I started. Then she looked right up at me and a smile came across her lips.
