Flirting With the Law

by Madison Faye

  I imagined them closing in on me, their eyes devouring me as they pressed against me. I imagined them taking charge, and dominating me - pulling my clothes off, desperate to have me.

  And I imagined what I would feel like to have to men touching me like that at the same time. I moaned and slid a finger into my wet pussy as I imagined what it would be like to have two hard and instant cocks in my hands.

  Or in my mouth.

  Or taking me at the same time.

  I moved my fingers faster and faster, my eyes closed and my breath coming ragged as I imagined Luke and Jordan making me theirs.

  And when I came, the orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me and burying me in my fantasies as I cried out into the crook of my arm.

  Later, after a quick shower, I groaned as I buried my head in my hands. God, what was wrong with me? Here I was masturbating to my two bosses - to the idea of the two of them dominating me at the same time. I’d never had fantasies like that, or desires like that. I’d never thought of two men together, and I’d never had the urge to be taken like that either.

  But there it was, burning like a little flame inside my head, keeping my body on fire and tingle with more dirty thoughts until I finally drifted off to sleep.

  And very, very dirty dreams…

  5

  Sasha

  Needless to say, my face was bright red as I walked into my job on my second day. I felt like everyone could tell what dirty thoughts I’d been having the night before about our two handsome bosses. I felt like my wicked sins were all over my face as I said hello to Tilly and some other people I’d me the day before in the office. And as I made my way to my desk outside their office, I realized with a small shiver up my back that I was absolutely dripping wet.

  Anyways, like I said, it was the air conditioning that started the whole thing. I’d felt the heat as soon as I’d walked into the office; the hot, humid oppressive heat of a closed office building with no air conditioning in the middle of summer. Tilly looked a mess when she saw me, exasperatingly trying to explain the problem and how someone was coming but they weren’t here yet, and something about how unacceptable this was for a company of our stature.

  By the time I got to my cubicle, I had drips of sweat slowly tricking down my spine. When I sat down at my desk by the window though, I groaned; bolted shut. Of course it was bolted shut, we were in an office on the thirty-somehingth floor of a building. Luckily, I’d grabbed iced coffee on the way in, and I gratefully took big swallow of it as I settled into my hot, leather chair for the day.

  I’d barely made it two minutes into my work when it happened. The phone rang suddenly, and when I jerked around from my computer to answer it, my elbow caught the plastic cup of iced coffee sitting on the edge of my desk.

  Fuck. Me.

  It went everywhere; splashing all over my skirt as it dumped cold coffee and milk right into my lap. I jumped up with a shout, cursing at myself as I looked down at the ridiculous mocha-colored liquid rapidly staining the front of my clothes. Quickly, I grabbed the gym bag I’d brought to work with me for my workout after, and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.

  In the ladies room stall, I groaned as I took stock of the situation; there was no way I was wearing that skirt today, or maybe ever. I might’ve been able to soak some of the stain out with cold water - if I was at home, and not at my first day at my demanding new job. I ripped open my gym bag, praying that I had something in there besides running shorts or old sweatpants.

  Shit.

  The tennis skirt was tiny; like, really really tiny. It was meant to be worn over some kind of compression shorts or leggings, but without those things, it might as well have been some sort of a slutty halloween costume. I groaned; why did this have to happen in my first week! Still, it was better than my coffee-stained mess of a dress skirt, so it’d have to do.

  And then I realized my other problem, and the panic really set in: my panties were soaked.

  Not soaked as in “oops I spilled some water”, and certainly not in the way my dirty thoughts of Luke and Jordan made them. No, these were soaked with coffee, milk, and sugar. There was no fucking way I was going to keep them against my body like that all day in this heat.

  They’d have to go. Quickly, trying not to think about what I was about to do, I skimmed them down my legs and tossed them into my gym bag along with my wrecked skirt.

  When I saw myself in the mirror, I almost wanted to cry. I looked in no way like I was there for professional reasons; unless that profession was jumping out of a cake or swinging around a pole for dollar bills. The skirt barely made it a third of the way down my smooth thighs, hardly covering my ass as I turned to glance over my shoulder. And God, knowing that I didn’t have any damn panties on underneath it only made it ten times worse! But, I had a job to do; there’s no way I could leave now.

  I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself, before I turned and headed back out to the office.

  I felt absolutely scandalous walking back through the rows of cubicles back to my own desk next to Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s office door. No one said anything, but I know I saw more than a few raised eyebrows as I marched back to my desk with my bare legs flashing for the whole office.

  What didn’t help was that every swish of my legs and every wisp of air that tingled up my tiny skirt had a teasing effect on my bare slit, making me blush even deeper as I walked back.

  Finally, I got to the quiet of my own desk and partition, and sat down with a heavy sigh and buzzing sense of wild desire threatening to burst out of me from the saucy little display I’d just given the whole office. I gasped as I sat on the warm leather chair when I realized my bare ass and pussy were going to be touching the leather itself without anything in between; the skirt was simply too small. Whats more, the humid heat of the office and the warm touch of the leather against my bare lips had an almost erotic effect of me, and I found myself biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on the computer screen in front of me.

  Just make it through the day, thats it.

  “Sasha? Would you come in here?”

  The intercom squawked to life with the sound of Mr. Steel’s gruff, husking voice, and I bit my lip groaned: I was going to have to walk into those men’s office, dressed like this.

  I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to stand and turn towards the big wooden door.

  You can do this. They probably just want you to fax something; in and out.

  I felt my face blush at the “in and out” innuendo before I pushed that thought away, open the big doors, and stepped inside.

  The door swung shut behind me.

  Their desks were on either side of the room, facing each other. Mr. Steel sat back in his big leather chair, behind his huge smooth wooden desk and surrounded by the richly wooded shelves holding hundreds of leather-bound books that walled the office. Mr. Stone stood by the window, looking over some papers. They both turned and looked up, grinning at me as I stepped in - both with those same smugly confident smiles I’d seen yesterday at our first meeting.

  The second thing I noticed after how insanely attractive they still were, was how cool it was. Their office had it’s own air conditioning.

  I groaned in relief, feeling the cool air breeze over me, only then being reminded about my lack of panties as the cool air teased up my legs, making me shiver.

  Jordan raised an eyebrow at me as his eyes hungrily moved up my smooth, bare legs.

  “Hardly office attire, wouldn’t you say Sasha?”

  I blushed bright red, stammering in front of him; “I’m- I’m so sorry, Mr. Stone, I spilled coffee, and-“

  “It’s fine.” Luke waved his hand dismissively from behind his desk, before standing and moving around to the front of it and leaning back against it.

  “And how are you finding the new duties?”

  God he was attractive. They both were, and my dirty little fantasies of the previous night came rushing back in a heated flush.<
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  Those damned smiles, supremely confident and almost cocky, and those piercing eyes shamelessly wandered up and down the generous expanse of my legs that were openly on display. And while every other guy back out there in the rest of the office had tossed their suit jackets aside and pulled at their ties hours ago, this office was cool enough that they were still impeccably dressed in their tailored suits.

  “Th-they’re good!” I said cheerily. “Aside from the iced coffee of course.”

  Jordan smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

  He moved from the window and started walking across his office.

  “Sasha, would you mind working in here for the afternoon and assisting us in re-filing a few things around the office?” He smirked. “That is, if you won’t get too cold in here.”

  I nodded. “Of course!”

  “Excellent;” he said, his eyes still on my scandalously bare legs before darting to Luke, who was also eyeing me the same way that send a little thrill through my body.

  “You can begin with that stack over there by the bar cart.”

  6

  Luke

  God she was like a fucking magnet. She was like this explosive, fiery flame, and we were moths to it.

  She started on one side of our office, going through some old stacks of files that really didn’t need organizing anyways. But we had to have her there - had to have her close to us in the proximity of that office.

  And fuck if we were getting anything done while she was there. We did actually have work to do, too. We did have a company to run, and numbers to crunch and shareholders to appease.

  But not with her there. With Sasha reed walking around that office, we were done.

  Having her come in to work near us had been the plan. Having her show up at our door dressed like that hadn’t.

  Fuck.

  She looked like the forbidden fruit, and I wanted a taste. Fuck that, no, I wanted to devour the whole damn thing. I wanted to shred those clothes from her tight little body and run my mouth over every Goddamn surface of her. I wanted to claim that mouth, and run my hands up her thighs to see if she was as wet as I was hard. I wanted to force her to her knees and have her lips wrapped tight around my cock, and Jordan’s.

  I couldn’t believe she was dressed like that, although I could see from her face there as probably more to the story than just dressing to kill. She wore it with embarrassment, which only made it hotter. Because it wasn’t like she’d put on this slutty little skirt to temp us on purpose, that much was clear.

  Make no mistake, it was tempting us - I could see that plain as day on Jordan’s face across the room. But it hadn’t been deliberate, and that made it sexier.

  She waltzed around that office like fucking sin, and I knew then that we were never going to survive this girl. Not even close. She had both of us fucking hooked - line and sinker - and there was no letting go.

  I watched as she walked across the room, eyes down, blonde hair tied up on top of her head, and that sinfully short skirt teasing at what might be under it.

  Jesus, I wanted to bend her over the desk right her and now and bury every single inch of my fat cock in that tight little pussy. I wanted to take her sweet ass while Jordan filled her wet slit from the front. I wanted to hear her moaning our named, coming for us, shattering and begging us take her more, and faster, and harder, and deeper.

  But we couldn’t.

  I hated the thought that crept in, but it was true.

  We couldn’t do that. We knew where that road led, and it was nowhere but blood and pain and loss.

  I was still staring at her, my jaw tight, my hands clenched, and my cock hard as a fucking iron bar in my pants when she looked up at me.

  And she smiled.

  Fuck.

  Ok, forget it.

  Instantly, I was flushing every piece of garbage I’d just been thinking right out the window.

  Because that smile ended me. That smile hooked in deep inside, and I knew right then there was no walking away from Sasha Reed.

  There was only getting closer.

  And deeper.

  7

  Sasha

  Twenty minutes later, I had to admit; wealth had its privileges. I was cool, my butt wasn’t sliding around on some hot leather chair, and re-alphabetizing some of Mr. Steel and Mr. Stone’s files in here with them was much better than the frenzy of work I’d been up against out there in the heat.

  I kept sneaking glances at the two of them working at their rich, expansive desks, and then catching myself and feeling ridiculous about it. Who was I to two men like this? I was an employee, and gawking at them like some sort of teenager was ridiculous and silly.

  “Sasha, would you give us a hand?” Luke was standing beside the rolling ladder that skirted one wall of the immensely tall bookshelves along the wall of the office.

  He held a stack of files in his hand, while Jordan rifled through another pile of files next to him. Luke Steel arched a brow towards the ladder next to him. “Would you?”

  I nodded pleasantly and walked over to him. I realized as I moved past him to step onto the ladder that I’d never been this close to them before, and I could smell the rich, whiskey and wood smell of aftershave as I brushed past them.

  God that was intoxicating.

  “This one goes right there; yes, there.” He was passing me books as I moved a rung up from the ground.

  “Now, this one goes there.”

  I swiveled and pushed the book into the empty space on the shelf where he’d pointed.

  “Very good, Sasha. Now, this one goes way up there, if you would.” I nodded as I took the book from his hand and began to climb higher; one step, two, three, until I could reach out and push the book into place.

  The room was dead silent, and suddenly, I froze.

  Oh holy shit, my panties.

  My face went bright red with humiliation as I realized I had completely forgotten about my attire; or more importantly, the lack of it. From where I stood right above him on the ladder, I knew right then that both of them had a straight view right up to my bare pussy.

  “Sasha.” Luke’s voice was dark and laced with ice, and I froze on the ladder.

  “That is hardly work-place appropriate!”

  I felt like I wanted to throw up, or run away, or cry; maybe all of the above. This was it; this was the horribly humiliating way I was going to lose my job.

  “Mr. Steel, I’m so sor-“

  “Not another word.”

  Both men’s eyes’s blazed as they looked up at me, their jaws tense.

  “Come down here,” Jordan said darkly, in a way that had both fear and something more wicked racing through my body.

  I nodded slowly, feeling tears burning in my eyes as I slowly made my way down the ladder. At the bottom, I turned shame-faced to see them, now standing beside Jordan’s desk.

  “Sasha, I want you to come over here.” Luke’s eyes burned into me, his face tight as as they roamed over my scandalous attire.

  I swallowed heavily, my legs feeling shaky as I slowly approached them, feeling absolutely mortified.

  “Mr. Steel, Mr. Stone, I-“

  “Bend over.”

  I froze as Jordan cut me off.

  What had he just said?

  His face went dark and tense as I hesitated, and he gritted his teeth as he said it once more. “I said bend, over.”

  I quickly turned to Luke, who’s nodded. “Do what we say, Sasha.”

  Suddenly, my little schoolgirl crush on the bosses seemed blown way out of proportion. What the hell were they asking of me!

  “Sirs, I-” I took a quick breath, swallowing heavily. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I said quietly, feeling something raw and something wicked coursing through my body as the two men glowered down at me, their eyes blazing.

  Jordan’s face darkened and he took a step towards me, his aftershave wafting over me. “I said bend fucking over, Sasha. Right fucking now.”

  Th
e sudden sharpness in his voice, the glint in his eyes, all of it should have sent me shrieking from the room in terror.

  Instead, the opposite happened - my pussy throbbed beneath my short little skirt.

  “Sasha, you have grossly violated our professional dress code here, and if you’d like to keep your job for longer than the next thirty seconds, you will bend over my fucking desk right now.”

  The raw power coming off of them, the pure asshole cockiness exuding from both big, powerful men sent my pulse racing as my slit instantly grew wet. What was wrong with me? My whirling thoughts tried to focus on this job, and how much I needed it. I kept thinking about how hard I’d worked even to get this job, and how wrong this sort of behavior was coming from my bosses.

  So why are you so turned on?

  Slowly, as if in a dream, I found myself nodding, biting my lip as I obeying.

  Obeying them.

  My hands slid across the smooth surface of Jordan’s desk, feeling the coolness in the wood as I bent right over at the waist. My cheeks burned bright red, feeling my tiny tennis skirt pull right up over my ass and knowing that I was completely open and on display for him!

  Suddenly, without warning and with a sharp crack, a hand came flat against the soft, yielding skin of my ass. Hot, stinging fire sizzled through my body as I yelped in surprise.

  SMACK!

  I could hear Luke growl as he brought his hand down across my upturned ass again, hard. I cried out with a high mewling squeal and a moan, my eyes squeezing shut.

  Jordan sucked in a breath of air on the other side of my body, and when his hand came down on my other cheek, I cried out, pleasure flooding my body as his hand made sharp contact with my tender skin.