The Author's Friends

The Author's Friends by Shelly Douglas Page B

Book: The Author's Friends by Shelly Douglas Read Free Book Online
Authors: Shelly Douglas
Ads: Link
the inner office to greet him with arms outstretched.  “I see Sarah went home early.  Are your patient hours over for today?”
    He stood at his desk to receive and hug her.  “Yes, we’re alone, Carla.  Do you think this would finally be a good time to talk?  We’ve gotten nowhere since our return from Bedford Springs yesterday.” 
    “I’m really sorry.  The other night I thought I had this all sorted out, but then Rachel extended my deadline.  So, while I was at the office today, I met with a couple of the partners to fill them in and decided to write up a list of pros and cons.  The day was a real whirlwind for me. You can’t believe what happened.” She spoke quickly as she threw her coat on the nearby couch.
    “Carla, how long can we put this conversation off?”
    “I’m not doing this to torment you, although it’s no secret that you enjoy ‘zat’ sort of thing from time to time.”  Carla emphasized her point with a smile and a wink.  “But I think you’ll find this little tidbit pretty interesting.”
    “I hope this isn’t going to be office gossip.” Michael’s fingers were laced over his head in frustration.
    “Come on, stay with me for just a minute, then I promise we’ll talk about us.”
    Michael sighed in agreement.  Carla immediately seated herself in his lap, got comfortable and excitedly began her story.
    “It was almost noon, so there weren’t too many people around the office.  I decided to eat in today and headed down to the lunchroom to pick up a bottle of water.  I thought it was odd that the blinds were closed, but assumed that maybe one of the lawyers was conferring with a client.  Walking closer to the room, I heard some noises that sounded just a bit weird, so naturally, I decided to peek in.” 
    “Of course, you did.” Michael gave her a squeeze and grinned.
    “I quietly pried the door open, and you won’t believe what I saw.”
    “Something you probably shouldn’t have.” His eyes were starting to narrow.
    “Jim, one of our associates, had his assistant bent over the lunch table.  He whispered something in her ear and lifted her skirt.”
    “You stood there and watched them?”
    “Oh my God, who could leave at that point?  He slid her panties down right below her bum and started rubbing it.”
    Michael shook his head in disbelief.  “They didn’t see you?”
    “Well, Joanne’s head was down and Jim became very busy smacking her bottom with a ruler.  It looked like she got herself one hell of a spanking.”
    “She didn’t fight him?”
    “No, this looked absolutely consensual.  In fact, from what I could see, both of them were enjoying themselves immensely.”
    “It sounds like you were busy savoring the moment too, Peanut.”
    “Seriously, I felt like a real pervert.  But I just couldn’t stop.”
    “So, how did you eventually manage to pull yourself away?” Michael asked facetiously, crossing his arms.
    “After he spanked the area just below her tender, young ass, I was worried she might start crying. Seriously, we’re talking about some visible  red stripes!  So, I regained my composure, closed the door and hustled back to my office.  I was sitting at the desk in some kind of daze when Jim appeared at my door.  I tried to smile and mumbled a greeting, which he didn’t return.  Then as he turned to leave, he stopped, grinned and said that he hoped I ‘enjoyed the show’.  Really, those were his exact words.   Michael, I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”
    “Jesus.  I have to admit, that was quite a story.  You know if you’re feeling jealous, I have a ruler somewhere here in my drawer…”
    “That’s not funny.”  Carla snuggled deep into his chest.  “I have another story. Can you stand one more?”
    Michael rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He’d been patient waiting for their discussion about her new career opportunity, and figured he could hold on a little longer.  Shaking his head, he

Similar Books

For My Brother

John C. Dalglish

Celtic Fire

Joy Nash

Body Count

James Rouch