Late at the Office: An Erotic Tale

Part 1

It was going to be another long, boring evening at the office, Marie thought to herself as she finished up another report. As was often the case, she was one of the last ones there for the day, along with Alicia and Rich. And they were the only really good things about her job, she reflected.

Especially Rich.

She saw Alicia brush a few stray wisps of blond hair from her face in a habitual gesture, then get up from her chair and head over to where Rich sat. She tapped on Marie’s desk as she passed, giving her a wink and a smile. Marie looked up at her, then darted a glance at Rich before rolling her eyes: she hadn’t had any more luck getting his attention than Alicia.

Both women knew that men found them attractive: Alicia was a natural blonde with smoky brown eyes and a figure that was the definition of voluptuous; Marie was a dark brunette with a more petite, athletic build and a face most men simply couldn’t look away from.

Except for Rich. Marie and Alicia had started out as competitors in the office, both professionally and in pursuit of Rich’s affection. But trying to break through his shell seemed to be impossible for either of them, and in an odd turn of fate they found themselves supporting each other in what had become both a game and an inside joke.

The man seemed to be impervious—or oblivious!—to female charms.

Marie smiled her encouragement, then turned her attention back to the report she was working on, watching Alicia’s approach to Rich’s desk out of the corner of her eye. Alicia tended to wear revealing, tight-fitting clothes, but was smart enough not to wear them too tight: she wanted to show off her figure, not look like she had squeezed herself into a sausage roll.

Marie had to admit that Alicia looked damn good. Today she was wearing a cream-colored silk blouse that hugged her torso and provided enough cleavage from her ample breasts to be enticing, but not too much to offend the office prudes, and a black leather knee-length skirt that followed the curves of her hips and thighs perfectly.

Below that, she wore black hose and some sleek black heels that accentuated the walk, that sexy swaying motion that Alicia really had a knack for when she was turning on the charm.

For all the good it was going to do her, Marie thought with a trace of satisfaction. Even though Alicia was a friend now and a fellow player in this little game, she wasn’t exactly praying that Alicia would be the one to get through to Rich!

That thought made her wonder again just why they were so determined to get this guy. He was good-looking, sure, but couldn’t exactly claim to be the pinnacle of the male of the species.

He was fully six feet tall and had a body that filled out his suit nicely. His dark brown hair was lush and nicely cut, but outwardly unexceptional. Perhaps the single really captivating thing about his appearance was his eyes, which behind his glasses were an unusual blue-green, appearing to change color with his mood.

No, the most captivating thing about him wasn’t his body, it was what was inside. He was actually an incredibly nice guy who had figured out how to be a man without being a jerk. And for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on, she found him really sexy.

She’d talked to Alicia about it at great length, and both of them agreed that one of the things that also made him attractive was, paradoxically enough, the fact that he seemed to be so impervious to their advances.

It was maddening, and both women considered it a challenge they couldn’t pass up. They were pretty sure that he wasn’t gay, and Marie had even asked him once straight out if he was, but he had only laughed and shook his head.

“Here’s this one, Rich,” Alicia said as she sidled up next to him, handing him the report with one hand, while resting the other on the back of his chair. Marie had to give Alicia credit for subtle moves: she noticed that two of her fingers on the hand resting on his chair were brushing against Rich’s back, just enough that he would be sure to feel the contact.

In a less subtle move, her breasts hung right in front of him as she leaned over to put the report on his desk. He looked up from the project he was working on, looking her in the eye and giving her a smile without even glancing at her cleavage.

“Thanks, Alicia,” he said, picking up the report and adding it to one of the piles arranged on his desk. “That’s the last one for this batch.”

Glancing back up at her, he added, “You do great work, you know that?”

Alicia smiled, but she knew that Rich’s complement was totally sincere and devoid of any sexual undertones. She almost sighed in frustration.

“Thanks Rich,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you look pretty tired, you know.” And he did: there were rings forming under his eyes, and they were a bit bloodshot.

Deciding to toss subtlety to the wind, she put on her best bedroom eyes and asked, “Why don’t you let me take you home and take care of you?”

Rich gave her a mischievous grin as he shook his head. “For some reason, I doubt I’d be getting much rest!”

From her desk, Marie noted that Rich never so much as glanced at Alicia’s breasts, like almost all men did. He was maddening, she thought. Show some reaction, will you?

But he didn’t. Standing up and stretching a bit, Rich told them that he was taking the reports up to his boss’s office, and would be back in a few minutes.

“Do you two want anything?” he asked.

Now there’s a loaded question, Marie thought. “No thanks,” she said. “I should have my last report done by the time you get back, though.”

Rich feigned a groan and turned toward Alicia, who seemed to be doing her best to invade his personal space without blatantly groping him.

“I’ll just take you,” she said softly, and again he only grinned and shook his head. Picking up the foot-thick stack of reports, he headed out the door.

End of Late at the Office—Part 1

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