A Late Night at the Office

Claire sat at her desk, recalculating the spreadsheet she was working on for the umpteenth time. ‘God I hate annual budgets’ she muttered to herself and scrolled to the bottom to see the effect her latest changes had made. ‘That’s better’, she said as she compared the new figures to her targets with a mixture of pride and relief in her voice, stretching to relieve the cramp in her arms and shoulders.
The glass fronted office she was sitting in was a pool of light in the midst of the rest of the dark building, broken only by the dim glow of the night lighting in the corridor beyond.
Claire got up and went across to the window, high above the city streets. The traffic was lighter at this time of night and the image of a nicely chilled glass of Chablis and an intimate meal at her favourite Italian restaurant with her husband Mark entered her thoughts and was immediately appealing. The view was superb from the top floor and as she looked down towards the parking lot she could see the roof of her Porsche gleaming in the harsh sodium lighting – a reminder of why she was here when most other people were at home and also of the rewards that her high powered position enjoyed. Success had come quickly on the back of the growth in environmental expenditure she had anticipated a full year before it happened, and now in her mid twenties Claire was one of the Company’s highest paid executives As she turned back towards her desk, her thoughts were interrupted by the staccato beep from her mobile, indicating an incoming text message. ‘Won’t be home ‘til late, have to take clients to dinner’ was the curt message causing Claire to swear silently under her breath, the vision of a pleasant evening with her husband evaporating as quickly as it had arrived.
She sank back in her leather chair and wondered how she would spend the evening as her PC closed down, staring absently at her reflection in the glass, curling her long blonde hair around one finger and then letting it unwind. Claire stood up and smoothed her business suit over her slim 5’7 inch frame, now admiring herself and posing for the greatest effect, imagining that she was a fashion model on the catwalk, pouting at her reflection through her big blue eyes and sliding her skirt up to reveal a long, shapely leg. Laughing at her vanity she sank back into the chair and sighed, almost unconsciously reaching for the small drawer at the right hand side of her desk, searching for the small vibrator she kept in a compartment at the back. She withdrew the sex toy and contemplated it, turning it in her fingers. Claire had been given it as a joke in the office secret Santa the year before and although she found it far from funny at the time, she had not thrown it away but had stored it in her desk. Months later, during a particularly involved contract negotiation when she was even sleeping at the office and feeling incredibly stressed out, Claire had remembered the little black and silver vibe and used it for the first time, enjoying the way she could stimulate herself slowly at her own pace and totally lose herself for an hour or so. The vibrator was around 5 inches long, about the same size as her husband she thought, and she thought back and wondered if the locker room boasting of her girlfriends at University as to their boyfriend’s size was just so much crap. Claire had not dated seriously at University, preferring to concentrate on her Degree and then her career. She had met Andrew during her final year and the two of them had so much in common that they had quickly become engaged and then married. She remembered being slightly disappointed by Andrew’s manhood when she first saw it although she had to admit she didn’t have much to compare it to, but he was a considerate lover and never failed to get her off when they made love, although due to the pressures of work this was becoming an increasingly rare event.
Claire removed her jacket and unbuttoned her crisp white blouse half way, twisting the knurled ring at the vibe’s base, making it spring to life with a low hum, moving it on to her nylon clad thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. She worked her free hand inside her blouse where she caressed her generous breasts through her bra, giving each nipple a gentle tweak. Sinking into her large leather swivel chair, Claire closed her eyes and parted her legs, moving the vibe in slow lazy circles, gradually working higher towards the ultimate goal, increasing the intensity of the machine as it passed over the lacy tops of her stockings on to the smooth bare flesh of her inner thigh. The beam of a flashlight in the corridor beyond caught her attention, snapping her back to reality in a moment and she hurriedly switched the vibrator off, doing up a couple of her blouse buttons before the security guard came into view.