Sarah
I pushed the window over to the side and clicked back on the one containing my work. Lifting my head, I looked around...no one had seen anything. My desk was situated in a position in a corner of the office, so it made it hard for people to sneak up on me and see what I was working on. Still, I was overly cautious. I didn't want anyone to see that I was actually looking at wedding photos instead of working.
I clicked back on the wedding window. I sighed. The wedding in the pictures was so beautiful. My vision began to blur as my eyes teared up. I quickly dabbed them with a tissue and clicked back to my work.
It wasn't that I was one of those weepy girls who cried anytime she saw a wedding. I looked at the clock. 4:55 p.m. Almost quitting time. I was near tears because I'd been planning my perfect wedding my whole life, and now that I'd met my perfect man, Dean, and we were only 6 weeks away from our wedding, it looked like I wasn't going to be able to have it...
I noticed a movement in the corner of my eye. Mr. Munroe was heading my way. I straightened up in my chair as he made his way towards me.
Mr. Munroe stopped right next to me.
"Sarah, I need you to put this...oh, uh...are you okay?" he asked, referring to my watering eyes.
"Allergies." He looked at me for a moment.
He was the very embodiment of a boss cliché: tall, athletic but not overly-muscular, handsome...and slightly arrogant. I'd had a crush on him when I first started working at the firm, but that was before I'd met Dean.
"Here's a list of things we're going to need for the meeting tomorrow," he said, handing me a slip of paper. "Take it out of petty cash. And don't work so hard, you look terrible." I glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall of my cubicle. Bags under my eyes, mascara running, hair askew. He was right, I did look terrible.
"No problem, Mr. Munroe," I said. He looked at me for a moment, then quickly glanced down at my breasts before turning and walking away. I stood and watched him go. The office was clearing out now, most people heading home for the day. I looked at the list in my hand: bottles of water, pens...usual meeting stuff.
I sat down, pulled out my keys, and unlocked the bottom drawer of my desk. Inside was a small lock box. We were a small company, but had great growth potential. When I started, I was one of 20 employees. We now had 45.
I pulled the lock box out and set it on my desk, then unlocked it using a different key. I flipped the lid back. $10,000 in twenty and fifty-dollar denominations, the company's petty cash.
I stood again, looking around carefully to see if anyone else was in the office. It was clear. I sat back down in my chair and looked at the money.
***
Dean
"A nice rare hamburger sounds good," I thought, browsing the menu. I set it down on the table and took a swig from my beer, already my second.
I looked up just as Sarah walked into the restaurant. She looked radiant, bubbly. A nice change considering the stress we'd be experiencing the last few weeks. She skipped over to the table and sat down.
"Hi, honey!" she said.
"You look happy," I said.
"I just finished paying off all the wedding stuff!" she said.
"Terrific! How did you--did the insurance come in?" I asked. She shook her head no. Confused, I looked at her for a second. She had a strange look on her face. "Then how...?" She leaned in close to me and lowered her voice.
"What we talked about!" she said, her eyes wide. I was drawing a blank. "You know..." she turned her head to look around to see if anyone was listening, then turned back to me. "You know, the petty cash at work..." she winked at me.
"Oh my God!" I yelped. My skin warmed as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.
Suddenly the waiter was there and I dummied up.
"Two shots of Jamison!" Sarah said. "We're celebrating!"
When the shots arrived and we quickly slammed them.
"Be right back, gotta hit the lady's room," Sarah said, hopping out of her chair and slinking away. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass as she walked.
I couldn't believe she really took the money. I had only suggested it in jest. But we really did need the money. We'd already submitted so many non-refundable deposits...I had a big bonus coming in about three months. Enough to cover the wedding, or I guess now enough to payback the petty cash fund at her work. Actually, it was perfect! She was the only one who ever did anything with petty cash. This would work, I knew it would.
By the time she came back to the table, I'd had another beer already and was feeling pretty good.
I watched her walk back form the bathroom. She had a sort of swing in her step, a naughty lilt. I could tell she was up to something. She winked at me as she approached the table.
"What're you up to?" I asked playfully. She casually looked around the bar, there were a few other people around, none of them were really looking our way but we weren't particularly isolated. Her hands crept down her body, past her waist and down her skirt to the hem. She wrapped her fingers around the bottom and she quickly pulled up.
She lifted her skirt and held it there. I looked down between her legs and...She wasn't wearing any panties! She slowly turned around, giving anyone who happened to be looking an eyeful.
Then she quickly lowered her skirt and hopped back up on her stool. I could feel my face flush. I nervously scanned the bar. There was an older guy by the door sort of looking our way, but I don't think he saw.
Suddenly she had my hand. She was pulling it towards her, down between her legs. Her knees spread as she pulled my hand closer. I watched it disappear under her skirt, feeling the warmth of her thighs, her crotch. She bent my fingers so only my middle was extended, aiming for her opening. I felt my finger slide up inside of her pussy. Wet. Hot. Tight. My thumb found her clitoris and started rubbing, my middle finger stroking in and out. I had my hand up my fiancée's skirt, finger fucking her in the middle of a bar! God it was dangerous!
A rush of nervousness overcame me, and I tried pulling my hand back, but she just squeezed my hand tighter. She was grinding forward onto my hand. Her eyes were half closed and she was moaning quietly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waiter making his way over to us. I yanked as hard as I could, finally pulling my hand free from Sarah's grasp.
"Aw...please, baby?" Suddenly the waiter was there.
"How is everything so far?"
***
Munroe
It was a room hidden away down one of the maintenance corridors, few if any of the employees new it existed. I put my key in the lock and twisted, the lock made a loud clanking noise as it opened. The door was a big, heavy, metal thing, and I had to really lean into it to get it to move.
The room was chilly. I had just bought a small security company, and to really test their products, I had them install their top of the line equipment in the office. The room had to be air-conditioned year round, as there were so many computer processors working constantly, throwing off a lot of heat. If the room got too, hot they would over heat and shut down.
I sat at the main computer terminal and tapped the keyboard, bringing the screen to life. If everything worked as I hoped, the security aspect of my company would become the primary source of income with in 5 years. They were small when I bought them, but they'd invented a new way to capture high-def color video using a fraction the amount of processing power usually needed.
As the screen came to life, I dialed up the main office camera. It was about 5:15 on a Friday, so no one was in the office. Fuck if it isn't hard to find good help.
Suddenly I noticed some movement on the far side of the room. Sarah Anderson. She stood up and looked around the room briefly and then sat down again.
