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CRAWL FOR ME
Dave and Lida, 2
Daisy Philips
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Lida leaned back in her office chair, holding the phone to her ear. “Hey, Sandy. How are you doing? I’m having lunch alone at my desk, again. Everyone else has gone out to celebrate Katie’s impending nuptials. What are you up to? Still chasing the twins around the house? Better you than me.” She chuckled at the thought of Sandy’s rambunctious twins. “What are they doing now?”
She paused, giving her friend time to answer. “Yes, well thank goodness for the Teletubbies and Barney. Me? I’m just killing my last few hours here. I can’t believe I have just half a day left, Sandy, and I’m leaving Corporate America behind forever. I was here for almost six months. The job was okay, I guess. Some of it was boring, but I did enjoy working the reception desk. Besides, it paid the bills and they treated me alright while I looked for something in my field, and now I’ve got it. I can’t believe I start on at Carrington Academy on Tuesday. I can’t wait. You know how much I love kids. I’ll be teaching grade one, which is exactly what I was looking for.
“But yeah, I’ll miss this place…not.” She laughed at the thought. “Except, of course, for the big man himself, and I do mean big man. Not that I have any personal knowledge, mind you, but word has it he’s hung like a horse. Hell, the man’s got everything. He’s rich and powerful and unbelievably gorgeous and hung. I mean, seriously, who wouldn’t want to do him? I’ve lived like a nun for the last six months, working two jobs to pay the bills while I looked for a position in my field. But let me tell you, I’d give anything for a single night with Dave McKenna. I’d like to rock his world just once. It would be like winning the Lotto! I have no illusions about any kind of relationship, mind you, Sandy, but I’d just like to experience once what it was like to be with a man like that.
“No, no, he’s always been a total professional whenever I’ve interacted with him, which isn’t that often. I’m low woman on the totem pole. A temp and part-time receptionist. Only thing lower is the mail room. Whenever there’s a need to have something reviewed by him, they are always tripping all over themselves to be the one to take it up to his office, hoping he’ll notice and whisk them out of the accounting office and into his executive suite.
“Jeez, Sandra. You have to see the guy. I’m not kidding. I was standing next to him in the elevator a few weeks ago. I swear I went weak in the knees and creamed my panties just from being so close to him. Yeah, he was practically giving off waves of pheromones. In fact, any time I go near him, I hold something in front of my chest because my nipples always get hard and poke out.
“And those bright blue eyes of his? His short sandy brown hair. His body… I know, I know, I’m gushing like a teenager with a crush, but what can I say? He’s clearly fit, but he’s not bulky like those steroid-freaks at the gym. His body has an understated elegance, just like the rest of him. I could just lick him all over!
“I tell you, I’d do him in a minute. I’d let him do me in a minute. Damn it Sandra, I dream of him fucking me nine ways to Sunday. On top of his desk, over the arm of his sofa. He could tie me up and smack my ass, if only he fucks me, too. Hell, I’d crawl on my hands and knees and bark like a dog if I thought it would get him to notice me.”
Lida closed her eyes and had to remind herself she was at work. No touching herself imagining it was Dave McKenna. That didn’t stop her pussy from tingling or dampening her panties at the thought of him seeing her naked.
“Seriously, Sandy. I read this book. Oh my God, the guy was into something called puppy play and it was so hot. He made his girlfriend crawl around and bark and stuff. It was so kinky and hot. I’d totally like to try it, once, at least. But that’s neither here nor there. I don’t have a boyfriend, and as for Mr. Sexy Pants McKenna, men like that don’t notice women like me, not even if I crawled naked into his office and barked. I’m just one of his many adoring minions who haven’t a hope in hell at getting him to notice us. As far as I can tell, he never fucks his staff, ever. I know it’s a sign of integrity or something, but I wouldn’t have minded sex on his desk falling under other duties as assigned on my job description, but that opportunity is going to be gone forever. Only half a day of work left and then I’m no longer employed by McKenna Industries.
“Well, I’ve got to go. The rest of the staff will be back from lunch soon, and I need to look busy. Maybe we can do lunch next week before I start at Carrington?
“Great. Talk to you Monday, Sandy.”
Lida slowly put the phone back in its cradle and turned her chair back to her computer monitor. It was only then that she felt… something. Frowning, she turned to her left.
Him. He. Uh oh! He was standing there, leaning against the file cabinet with his mouth twisted into a wicked grin. She immediately dropped her eyes from his penetrating gaze. How much had he overheard? Oh God. Did he hear her talking about wanting to bed him? What about the puppy play thing? Thank goodness it was her last day, otherwise she’d have to quit because she’d be far too embarrassed to look at him again. Lida stared at her computer screen, hoping the ground would open up and suck her down.
No such luck.
Dave McKenna himself walked toward her and placed a small rectangle of paper on the desk in front of her. “I would notice you, you know, if you crawled naked into my office. But then again, so would my staff. Besides, as you noted, I never fuck anyone who works for me. It isn’t professional. Anyway, as hot as sex on my desk sounds, it’s not the right venue for what I have in mind. Let’s say tomorrow, eight AM. My place. That is, if you meant what you said. Or are you all talk?”
“I never say anything I don’t mean.” She looked up at him, her heart hammering so hard she thought it was trying to burst out.
“Then I look forward to playing with my puppy girl.”
“I, uh, um…”
“Eight AM. Don’t be late, pet, or I’ll punish you. We’re going to need the whole weekend to get all those nine ways done before Sunday.” He walked back toward his office, but paused at the doorway. “One more thing…”
“Yes, Sir?”
He walked around the side of her desk and leaned down. She looked up at him, waiting. He grinned and covered her mouth with his. This kiss was short, hard, and full of promise. His tongue invaded her mouth, demanding, taking and then withdrawing abruptly. “No playing with yourself or coming tonight. I want my puppy nice and horny for tomorrow, understand?”
And then he was gone and Lida was staring at his departing back, her jaw hanging open and her panties drenched. Uh, oh. What had she just agreed to?
* * * *
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining and it was a crisp spring morning. The air was fresh and there was not a cloud in the sky. He groaned and adjusted his cock in his pants. Lida wasn’t the only one having fantasies about fucking each other’s brains out. He’d had similar thoughts about the comely temp with her long blonde
hair and the biggest bluest eyes he’d ever seen.
From the first time she’d delivered a file to him and promptly dropped it and scrambled on the ground to pick up the scattered papers, he’d wanted her. It wasn’t just the glimpse he got of her breasts from the gaping neckline of her blouse as she crawled around retrieving his papers. No, it was also the sight of her on her hands and knees at his feet. He had always been turned on by the sight of a hot woman looking up at him. And Lida had looked at him so adoringly, so hungrily, just for a moment before the embarrassment turned her cheeks bright red and she’d quickly picked up the scattered papers.
However, he didn’t take advantage of his position. She was right about that. He would never abuse his power like that with an employee, even a temp. However, as of five pm Friday, Lida no longer worked for him. Even so, he hadn’t intended to act on his infatuation. However, after hearing her on the phone, he hadn’t been able to help himself. Damn. He headed to the bathroom to rub a quick one out before she arrived. Just the thought of Lida as a puppy, his puppy, had turned his cock to iron. Maybe if he took the edge off, he’d be able to avoid coming in his pants at the sight of her.
Ten minutes later, he walked back into the living room. It was now one minute past eight o’clock. She was late. This was not the way to start, not at all. As he took a seat on the couch, he wondered what here excuse would be. Transit issue? Oversleeping? Changed her mind? Accident? Maybe she wasn’t coming. He took a deep breath and tried not to worry. Instead, he thought about what a suitable punishment would be for her being late for their first play session.
It was almost eight fifteen by the time she finally knocked. He felt the relief wash through him when he realized she’d arrived. However, he made her wait for five minutes before he opened the door for worrying him. He checked the security monitor. She looked like she’d run most of the way. Her hair was wind-blown, her cheeks flushed, and her chest was heaving as she struggled to take in a breath. She also looked bedraggled and she was dripping with water. He looked up at the sky. Still sunny. What the hell had happened to her?
Pasting a stern expression on his face, he pressed the intercom button that would allow him to communicate with her and said, “Gate’s unlocked. Head around to the side door. I don’t want you dripping on my hardwood floor.”
Chapter Two
Lida hobbled up the walk as fast as she could. The morning had been a disaster. She’d set her alarm for six AM. She’d tossed and turned most of the night so when it rang on time, she hit the snooze button a half dozen times as she struggled with what to do. Sure, she’d talked big on the phone, but now push was coming to shove. Not only had she announced she wanted a fling with the boss, but she’d boldly proclaimed she thought being a puppy would be hot. Well, now she wasn’t so sure. In fact, she was terrified of the idea. On the other hand, she was also so turned on she could hardly stand it, hence the sleepless night.
She’d finally decided that, for once in her life, she was not going to weigh the pros and cons or analyze the situation to death. She wasn’t going to spend a lifetime looking back with regrets. She was going to do it. She was going to have a one night, or maybe one weekend, stand with the hottest guy she’d ever met. And if that was all it was, so what?
Then she burned her toast and set off the fire alarm. Due to this, she ended up leaving later than she’d intended. She’d planned her route carefully as she didn’t have a car. It would take two busses and an El ride to get to Mr. McKenna’s home. She had given herself a thirty minute cushion, but it seemed like the transportation gods were conspiring against her as she missed each connection by mere seconds.
When she’d finally gotten off at the stop on Cherry Street, she had to walk two blocks. Two blocks. Only two blocks. It felt like two miles on the chic high heels she’d foolishly chosen to wear. She was at the end of the first block when disaster struck. She caught her heel in a crack in the pavement, turning her ankle as it snapped off. She was so occupied with her shoe and ankle that she hadn’t noticed the large truck rumbling her way or the large puddle by the curb caused by the nearby home-owner overwatering their lawn.
Naturally, given the way her morning was going, the truck hit the puddle square on and drenched her. Of course. In the end, she’d been only fifteen minutes late, which wouldn’t have been that huge a deal any other day but today.
He made her wait for five minutes on his doorstep, and she had no double he’d known the exact second she’d arrived. He probably had cameras or something set up to see who was approaching. The five minute delay was a test, one she hoped she’d passed as she walked around the side of the house as he’d indicated. There was a six foot privacy fence. She reached up for the latch to find it unlocked as he’d indicated. Letting herself in, she walked through, carefully shutting it behind her. She paused as the loud snick the latch made as it closed. The sound seemed to final.
Moving hurriedly down the stone path, she could see the profusion of flowers and foliage and the wide sloping lawn that meandered back towards what appeared to be a wooded area behind the property. Maybe it was a park or even a golf course, but she didn’t have time to dawdle and enjoy the view. She arrived at the side door just as it swung open. She hurried inside, moving into the small side room as the door swung shut behind her.
It was clearly the laundry room. The room was small and tiled, with a counter and a large sink on one side and a bench on the other. There was a door at the end, but she couldn’t see where it led. In the corner were a large washer and dryer.
“Stay!”
She looked at Dave as he entered. He had the grace to grin as he reach up and retrieved a small laundry basket from a shelf.
“Don’t leave this area and track all over my floor. Get out of those wet dirty things and put them in this basket. Leave the basket outside the door. There’s a shower in the bathroom.” He indicated the mystery door. “I’ll find you something to wear while we run those things through the wash.”
She paused.
“What are you waiting for? Do you like dripping all over my floor?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then get in the bathroom, strip, and have a shower. When I get back with something for you to wear, I expect to see your dirty things in the basket. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then why are you still standing here?”
Crap. She’d made him mad. Hurriedly, Lida grabbed the basket and hustled into the bathroom. It was bigger than she expected. There was a sink with a long counter, a shower, and a toilet. Looking in the mirror, she realized why he was so adamant about her changing. She looked like a bedraggled orphan. The nice crisp white shirt and light green skirt that had seemed so suitable for her first day of work, not too casual, but not too formal either since it was Saturday, had lovely streaks of water and mud. Her hair looked like she’d combed it with a whisk and her makeup had run.
What a lovely first impression. No wonder he’d insisted she come in the side door.
Quickly she stripped down to her birthday suit. That was dirty too, but at least it was wash and wear. She giggled. But how to get the clothes out to the laundry room. There was no peephole in the door, naturally. Standing to one side of the door frame, she opened the door a crack. When she didn’t see anyone, she opened it wider, slid the basket out, and slammed the door shut. Then she locked the door, turned, and walked over to the shower. This was going to feel so good.
* * * *
Dave smiled as he saw Lida’s bare arm as she slid the basket out. The door slammed shut and he could hear her turn the lock. Grinning, he walked over to the basket. He dropped the contents into the washer, added some detergent and turned it on. Hopefully she’d find the sound re-assuring. Now to provide her with what he wanted her to wear.
He hadn’t planned on starting their day here in the laundry room, but it really was quite perfect. He dashed upstairs and grabbed a couple of things he’d placed in his office. Returning to the laundry
room, he set them on the counter and studied them. He looked at the leather collar, matching cuffs, and a set of knee pads. He had left the leash, bondage mittens, and dog toy upstairs. He thought for a second and removed the cuffs. He would return them to the basket upstairs. This would be enough for now.
He took the collar and knee pads and placed them in the basket. Then he positioned it right in front of the door where she wouldn’t miss it. Then he sat down on the bench, took out his phone, and looked at his email while he waited. It didn’t take long.
The door opened a crack and her arm reached out. It was a much cleaner arm than last time, or so it seemed from the brief glimpse he got of it. He looked at his watch. He gave her sixty seconds and walked up to the door. Now the fun was about to start.
He knocked.
“You ready?”
There was no sound for about thirty seconds and the he heard her voice, but he couldn’t quite make out her words. “Lida, I can’t hear you. Speak up, or better yet, come out and say what you have to say.”
* * * *
Lida heard Dave at the door, but she was having trouble answering as she stared at the items in the basket. There was a leather collar and what looked like volleyball kneepads. Clearly he’d given her the wrong basket. She placed it on the vanity, not sure what to do next. She couldn’t go out there. She had nothing to wear but the single towel the room provided.
She tried to yell that through the door, but it was thick. If her voice was as muffled as his, he probably didn’t understand what she was trying to tell him. Wrapping the large fluffy towel around herself, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack.
She felt the door pull open out of her grasp. She hadn’t expected Dave to do that. In shock, she stood looking at him. Luckily the towel was securely fastened, but still, she could feel the embarrassment rising. She reached for the door handle to shut it again. Clearly Dave was expecting this. He grabbed her wrist and gave a tug. Lida felt herself stumble forward and the towel loosen. Clutching it, she dropped to one knee. Realizing this position left her lower parts somewhat exposed, she quickly lowered the other knee and sat back on her heels.
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