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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in
your location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work. 
Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the
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   Copyright 2007, 2008, 2009 by J.  Saunders.

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contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk

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Introduction:  This is the fourth part of a completed story.  It
gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.

Jill's story - Part 4


We go somewhere just around the corner from the office.  It's a
pub but not too noisy.  We sit opposite each other at a booth
right in the back where it's a little too dark for my liking but
the place is full so we don't have much choice if we want to sit
down. We order our drinks not saying much.  I don't really know
Adrian at all and now I am thinking this wasn't such a good idea
no matter how much I could use a drink. Our drinks arrive, I down
mine in one go before the waitress has even left and order
another.  When the waitress goes off to fetch it, I smile at
Adrian apologetically and say that I just really need to relax. 
We talk a little about work.  My second drink arrives and I sip
it a bit more civilly this time.  I am tired though, I just
needed a drink and not conversation, I don't want to be here
anymore. I decide to make this short and sweet and leave after
this drink.  We chat a little more about arbitrary stuff, I can
see he doesn't know what to make of me and to be fair at the moment
neither do I.

My second drinks almost finished already and I tell Adrian that I
must get going.  He looks a little unhappy about that, I am about
to get up when I feel something under the table on my knee.  It's
a hand and it quickly moves up my leg to my thighs and pushes in
between my legs.

I jump up and the hand is gone.  I look coolly at Adrian then I
think again.  I say I am sorry if I have misled him, clearly I
have behaved somewhat strangely around him.  I obviously can't
explain my actions to him so I try to imply that I had some
insecurity issues and that I needed a man to appreciate me in
this way to help me get over them.

I am not making much sense and of course there is no way for me
to possibly make any out of the situation, my poor attempt at an
explanation peters out.  I feel a little overwhelmed with all
that has happened.

Adrian stands up, steps towards me and gives me a hug, I must
look stressed, weary and in need of one, which I guess I am.  He
mumbles what sounds like soothing words in my ear.  Next I feel
his hands on my hips.  The pants I am wearing are tight and
stretched over my shapely bum, his hands slide from my hips back
over my bum.  I am thinking why couldn't he just be compassionate
instead of passionate - men!  Next thing I know his fingers slide
down in between my cheeks, he grabs a cheek in each hand and
pulls my pelvis towards tight into his crotch.  So much for
friendly hugs, he doesn't seem to notice my distress at the whole
situation. I squirm and try to push him away.  As I am pushing he
lets go of my bum with his right hand while still firmly holding
me to him with his left, and grabs my breast.  He roughly
squeezes it through the blouse.  I slap him hard, I mean what
does he think this is.  He lets go, some of the people around us
seem to have noticed our altercation and are watching us to see what
entertainment lies in store.  Adrian looks embarrassed or angry
or both, I can't tell.  I guess all things considered I don't
really have much to complain about, after all what is he to
think.  I grab my handbag off the table and leave.  He watches me
go without saying or doing anything more thankfully.

At home I think back over what has happened and can't image how I
got into this position so quickly.  I just pray that Peter meant
what he said about leaving me alone now. I'm worried that my
phone will beep with a message from him and more demands.  It
doesn't and I finally get to sleep in the early hours of the
morning.

The next morning I oversleep a little and have to rush getting
dressed.  I pull on a skirt, it's quite short but I don't have
time to think too much about my outfit, I think I might as well
wear a dress in case.  When I am on my way I think that I must
stop worrying about my outfit in the same way, I can wear pants
all the time now if I like, it is over with Peter he said   Mind
you maybe I am a little less prudish, I don't feel as exposed as
I used to before in dresses.  When I get to work and sit down at
my glass topped desk I think that even this doesn't bother me, or
the absence of a modesty board.  Sure I must be a little more
careful when I sit down but us girls are used to that anyway.

Even though Peter said if I did what he said I was free of him, I
am still expecting to hear from him and keep checking my mail,
but nothing from him comes through.  It has been going around in
my head for a while now but I haven't had enough time or the
ability to concentrate on it, who is Peter and how does he know
as much as he does about what goes on in my area of the office. 
Unless Peter is Dave or Matt and even then, they haven't been
around to see all that has happened thank god, but Peter still
appears to know all about it.  Is it someone using the security
cameras?  Or someone from another building with a powerful
telescope?  Either is possible but then so probably are a lot of
other scenarios.

The rest of the day flies by as I start to get back into my work.
 Wednesday and Thursday also come and go quickly.  I haven't
forgotten about Peter of course but I don't hear anything from
him.

It's late in the afternoon on Friday and Adrian has come over to
discuss a form, it has been a little stilted and strange between
us but it could be a lot stranger I think given the events of the
very recent past.  While we are talking about the work I wonder
if he has been telling his friends all about the office slut.  I
wouldn't be surprised.  We have been working on this form for
over an hour and its approaching home time, I want to leave on
time and not hang around.  I need to go to the bathroom though
and would rather get everything out of the way including that
before the office starts to empty and I am potentially left with
Adrian.  I excuse myself and as I do a very odd look passes over
Adrian's face, then he recovers.  He's seen this before I
imagine, my transformation act from Dr Jekkle to Mr Hide that
seems to take place in the bathroom.  Not this time boyo I think,
he asks if I'd like some water he's going to get some anyway
 while I am away - I say sure.

Back at my desk and I cautiously mention that I must go on the
dot today.  He doesn't seem to mind either way. There is still an
hour to go and we carry on working on the form together. I am
half expecting him to put his hand on my leg or make some other
too familiar gesture which I plan to swiftly rebuke to stop any
problem from getting worse but he doesn't do anything.
There is only 15 minutes to go to the end of the official work
day, I feel as if I might be dehydrated, maybe from the coffee I
have been drinking all day.  The water Adrian said he was going
for hasn't materialised, I decide I'll get some on the way out. 
At 6pm on the dot we pack up and I head home.

At home I strip and jump straight into the shower, feeling
refreshed I lie down on my bed and try to relax.  It's been a
very up and down time and I feel very frustrated.  I close my
eyes and think of what I have done to poor Adrian, first there
was the tit flash, then there was the pussy flash, then there was
the please rub my breasts and pinch my nipples episode.  I can't
say I felt the slightest excited at any time, all I remember
feeling is acute embarrassment.  Thinking back now though of poor
Adrian, I guess no harm came of it in the end, Adrian probably
gets his rocks off now to the memory of me playing with my clit
or my nipples in his fingers.  The thought of men admiring my
body is a turn on when they are not fat business men.  Adrian is
not exactly a hunk, but still a nice enough guy.  I think of him
relaying the story of the office girl to his friends, in spite of
myself it makes me a little excited.  I run my hand up my side to
my breasts and cup them each in turn, gently rubbing the nipples,
they get hard quickly, I take them in turn between my fingers and
give them a tug letting them slip out of my fingers and flick
back to my chest, I think about how I prefer a man playing with
them.  Then I spread my legs wide bending my knees and putting
the soles of my feet together in a semi crossed legged fashion. 
My pussy is splayed wide apart. I dip my hand down between my
legs and massage the lips a little, it feels good.  I part them
and run my middle finger from my anus up to where my slit starts
and back down again then I push it into my pussy, its slippery. 
Bending my finger in and pushing deeper, I move it around feeling
the soft flesh encompassing it.  I think about how it feels to
have a mans think finger in there, poor Adrian never got his
chance, nor will he ever.  Not sure why I am think about him
anyway but I am getting more turned on.

I slide the fingers on either side in as well and slowly pump my
hand in and out. With my left hand I spread the top part of my
lips wide then I bring my very slippery right hand out of my
pussy and rub my clit slowly in small circles.  Then a little
faster. Then it's back into my pussy the three fingers and back
out again, rubbing my clit. I think of Adrian getting lucky
enough to put his tongue where my fingers are. I start going
faster now over my clit from left to right, rubbing and flicking
it, pushing down a little harder.  Within moments I start coming,
thrashing about on the bed as I carry on rubbing, it's as if I
haven't come in months. Finally it is almost over and I slide my
fingers back into my pussy leave them there - with my hand
cupping and protecting my pussy.  I lie there thinking where did
that come from?  I really should get out more, I smile to myself.

I wake up and its light, I'm naked in my bed, I must have been
very tired to fall asleep so early. I drift off to sleep again. 
Later when I wake up my boyfriend is next to me running his hand
over my curves.  I smile and take his hand and guide it to my
pussy, I mean it as a welcome home gesture, it's Saturday thank
goodness.

Monday morning again and I am on the way to the office.  A brand
new week and brand new beginning for me, I haven't heard from
Peter and I think he might just be a man of his word.

Checking my calendar in the office, I have a meeting scheduled
for mid morning with someone called Steve, it has the title
"Induction".  There is also a link to the companies intranet, I
click on it, it is a description of standard practices the
company follows with all new employees.  After being with the
company for six weeks a meeting is arranged with a peer from
another department to discuss how things have gone.  It's
normally held in a casual setting and Steve has said in the
meeting details that he will meet me at my desk and we will go
for a coffee in the coffee shop on the ground floor.  Promptly at
10 Steve arrives and introduces himself, he is tall with a fair
build, he has grey hair that still shows some black at the roots.
 It is well kept and gives him a subtle distinguished look.  He
says we can go in just a moment, he just wants to say hi to Dave.
 Having heard his name Dave looks up, a smile crosses his face,
"Hi Steve, how's things down on floor 3?"  I watch Steve trying 
to see what kind of a guy he is, he wonders over to Dave's desk 
and picks up the black box that is still there.  He starts 
chatting to Steve about it and how he was involved with the 
selection of a suitable system, how has Dave got on with it etc.  
Then he is ready to go and we head to the elevators.  Steve is 
checking out my ass along the way I notice, typical men, they 
are all the same.  When speaking to me he is managing not to 
direct his conversation at my tits which is something at least.

We go down to the coffee shop and find a good spot in the corner
next to the glass wall that separates the shop from the outside
of the building.  Steve pulls out a folder and a pen.  He says
this is a form he has to fill in with some basic questions and a
couple general comment sections.  He gets right down to business
and it is the usual stuff along the lines of, how have I found
the position to be compared to my expectations, how am I fitting
into the team etc.  I give him what I suspect are the usual
replies which he writes down, while he is writing a notice in his
file under the form there appears to be a photo graph, a big page
sized one by the look of it. I can only see the corner which
doesn't give any indication of what it might be of.  When he is
finished he asks if I have anything else in general to add.  I
say not at this stage, everything is going well.  He says good. 
Then he says, there is one other thing he needs to clear up
though, an irregularity of sorts.  I sit very still with my mind rushing
around like mad.  Has Adrian spoken to him?  Is he Adrian's
friend?  Has Peter given my dark secret away?  Is he Peter?


To be continued.

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