“You’re still here?” asked Fredricks when he walked past my office at 9 pm.
“I’ve got some things to finish off.”
“Lucinda, it’s Friday night. Take a load off.”
I smiled and looked down, then nodded.
Working at a law firm had taken up most of my time. I loved my work, so I buried myself in it. There was that other reason as well that made me work.
I put the file into my bag, deciding that I’d finish it at home tomorrow.
On Saturday afternoon, I yawned after spending most of the day working. My shoulders slumped as I sighed. I knew that I’d eventually go crazy if I kept up this pace. I needed an outlet, something that would loosen my hair and get all of my frustrations out.
My lips curled as I thought about being bent over a table and screaming. I had often thought about a stranger walking into the office late at night, then demanding that I get on my knees and suck him off. Then he would bend me over the table and give it to me doggy style like a wild animal.