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| A PRODUCTION OF WORK BOREDOM by Wren Another day of work, if you want to call it that. You sit at a desk all day and answer the phone, and they pay you for that. What's not to love about your job? You try not to mix business with pleasure too often, but your job is so dull you find yourself writing stories in between customers. You were singing "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" to yourself, mistakenly believing you were alone. You spin your chair around to find your sarky co-worker. You jump slightly. "How long have you been standing there?" "I LOVE YOU BAAAAABY..." he starts singing, laughing at you. You push him playfully. "You didn't hear that!" He walks away laughing, because quite frankly, in the particular state you live in the United States, nobody knows who the Manics are, so being caught singing "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" is pretty damn funny. You can't seem to hold back your laughter until your headset beeps. You say your script and follow with "My name is Sylvana, how may I help you today?" "Do you have morning wood?" Says the voice on the other end. You roll your eyes. "That is the LAMEST, OLDEST joke in the book, dude. How old are you again? Why don't you call Ace Hardware and ask for buttplugs?" You hang up the phone and sip your triple shot peppermint mocha, the only thing keeping you awake at this point. At one point you can hear your other co-worker giggling behind you. You stare at him with envy. He's an install salesman, so he's constantly working on paperwork, orders, appointments, etc. It's not that you'd want his job, but you'd certainly like something to do. You continue working on your story until... Beep. Script. "My name is Sylvana. How may I help you today?" "I want to tie you naked to my bedpost." says the voice on the other end, nonchalantly. You're not quite awake yet, so this comes as a surprise. "I'm sorry? I don't think I heard you correctly." "I want to know if you carry fence posts." The voice with a Welsh accent can be heard stifling his giggles. "James, we can't do this now. My co-worker's in the same room!" "Well, love, that makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?" "James!" You screech in a hushed tone, as your co-worker's giving you odd looks. "I've got an appointment now." He says. "Take messages." "Yes, Patrick." You say, trying hard not to laugh. "If I heard correctly, you must be alone now!" James badgers you excitedly as you hear something unzip on the other end. "James, you're holding a sleeping bag to the phone, pants don't zip that loud!" You bury your face in your hands as you hear him groaning in pleasure. "Oh no, James...not now!" "But I love it when you get all frustrated, because you know you can't do a damn thing about it where you are." James says softly as you can hear him wanking on the other end. "James...I will fucking kill you." You fume, trying to hold back nervous giggles. "God you sound sexy when you're angry," James growls into the phone. "I think I'm gonna come!" "Lovely, can't you wait until I get home in an hour?" "No Sylvana, I want you right fucking now!" "I can't leave early just because you have a jonesing, James. I have to put you on hold, hang on." You put him on hold and continue answering calls for about a minute before you put him back on the line, the first thing you hear is him moaning obnoxiously. "Stop that! I'm hanging up now." You hear something thumping the phone. "James!" You laugh. "You are so going to get it when I get home!" You hang up. An hour later, you take your bus back home (Oh that's great, being in a relationship where none of you can drive, alright.) You sneak in your house through another door to take James by surprise. You position yourself by the bathroom door waiting for James to walk out in his towel...all dripping wet. As he walks out of the bathroom you rip his towel off and force him on the bed. "Well, Sylvana!" James proudly exclaimed. "This is a side of you I've never seen before! I should infuriate you more often." He was too calm about it, so you pull out the handcuffs from the nightstand and cuff him against the post. You slowly run your hands down his firm, wet chest as you hear him moan. "Lower." You look down and see his ship at full mast. You respond to this by tickling him madly. He screams as he laughs, "Now now, I'm defensless!" "That just makes it more fun. It's payback time for your little phone sex bollocks." As you caress his skin getting dangerously close to his cock, you bend down slowly licking it. He throws his back in ecstasy, bucking his hips to your rhythm. You wrap your lips around his head, not quite getting it all in. You continue teasing as he fights to get the cuffs off. "Not this time." You smile devilishly. "You don't think you're going to get away with not letting me be in control, do you?" James whispered. "Like you can talk right now." You hiss back playfully as you remove all your clothes except your panties. You get off the bed and stand beside his hands as he tries to rip your panties off. You smack his hand. "Naughty boy." You get on the bed and move yourself to align with his crotch, slowly hovering above it as James bucks his hips to try to reach. This makes you laugh until suddenly he grabs your hips and forces you upon him. "That's why you can't use cheap handcuffs on me, love!" He thrusts hard inside you, pounding you as you moan loudly. "Oh god!" He throws you against the bed. "Now YOU'RE going to get it!" You scream in delight as he holds you down by the shoulders and sensuously sucks your nipples as he bucks his hips against you, growling with lust. He calms down for a bit and moves his fuzzy head between your legs. You close your eyes as he slowly licks your clit as he massages your thighs. He accelerates his moves as he hears your moaning intensify, plunging two thick fingers inside as he laps up your juices. You run your fingers through his short hair rampantly until an orgasmic wave of energy pours through you. You convulse and roll your eyes back as he continues making you scream. "Oh god, James!" "Serves you right for trying to punish me. You didn't think you were REALLY going to get away with that, did you?" You couldn't respond quick enough, he thrusts himself inside you again, holding you down, driving you crazy with his deep kisses. He comes up for air for a moment, in order to let you breathe. He thrusts harder and harder until another orgasmic wave comes through you, hitting the both of you this time. He collapses on top of you and both of you laugh as you stroke his fuzzy little head. "Damn you, James." You sigh smiling down at him. "You asked for it, teasing me with that sexy phone voice of yours. Why don't you talk like that all the time?" James moves up closer to you. "By the way, the store carries fence posts." James laughs. "Good, I can get started on that cage I've been planning." "Oh, what? Another one of your kinky sex ideas? You're not getting me in a cage!" "Wanna bet?" James throws the blanket over you. Once again, the fun never stops. THE END. <<< Wren's stories |