CAUGHT IN THE ACT

(Mr. Thompson White's Office at the Headquarters of The Zones Group – 2:00 PM)

"Mr. Thompson, a strange woman is insisting she sees you without an appointment," Julie, Thompson's new secretary, spoke from behind his office door after two consecutive knocks.

"What is wrong with her?" Thompson yelled, realizing a little too late that he had actually spoken out loud when he didn't mean to.

"I have no idea. Should I call the security on her, sir?" Julie's voice came again, loud and serious.

"Oh my God! I mean you, what is wrong with you? For God's sake," Thompson muttered under his breath, grinding his teeth.

If he had his way, he would have chosen someone else to replace Julie after the incident from the last time.

He had gotten himself drunk and ended up sleeping on his office desk instead of clocking out on time.

Waking up, still feeling tipsy, he had stumbled out of the door to meet Julie, buried in a ridiculously large winter coat, her eyes hidden behind her nerd-type round glasses and focused on her computer screen.

The lights were off, and the vibes were right for a quick one, but as Thompson got closer to her, she slipped away from him.

Grabbing her bag off the table, she had popped the light switch on and bolted away through the door, not uttering a single word to him.

In Thompson's opinion, she was old-fashioned, too difficult and slow.

"What would you have me do, Mr. Thompson?" Julie's voice came again from behind the door.

Clearing his throat, Thompson spoke.

"Come in and talk to me, Miss Julie."

Julie stalled for some time before creaking the door open.

Stepping into the office, her hand still on the handle of the door from the outside, she spoke, "There is a woman out..."

"I heard you," Thompson sighed weakly.

"I deserve a name to aid my decision-making, don't you think?" he continued, his eyes glaring hard at Julie, who surprisingly held his gaze.

"I'm sorry. She said Berry Collins, I mean, Beverly... Sorry, I'll just go confirm."

Thompson sat up properly on his chair, his fingers moving swiftly to adjust his perfectly placed tie, and his eyes, which were steady and glaring before, washed with tension.

Julie was already out of the office and about to close the door when he bellowed,

"Send her in this instant."

"Yes, Mr. Thompson," Julie nodded, with her head sticking out in view before disappearing again behind the door.

Barely two minutes later, Berry flung the door open, dressed in a long brown coat and a veil covering her red hair, with some thin strands falling on her face and ears.

"Hi, handsome!" she spoke slowly, waving a hand lazily at where Thompson sat, her fingers heavy with long pointed black artificial nails.

Immediately, Thompson sprang up from his seat.

"What are you doing here, Berry? You forgot this is my father's company, and he is almost always here on Tuesdays?" Thompson spoke, his eyes blue with fear.

"Calm down, will you? I needed some Vitamin You. I couldn't help it," Berry spoke, dragging her every word in a voice that sounded like a perfect mix of sincerity and desperation, a sly smile masking her face as she walked forward to where Thompson stood.

Thompson made to say something, but she pinned a finger to her lips, pushing him into one of the fine leather couches arranged at the center of the office.

Then, pulling away the leather jacket she wore, Thompson marveled at the sight he beheld.

Berry, bare and natural, her girls full and inviting on her chest, a black lacy panty that did more exposing than covering hugging her waist.

Melting more into the couch, Thompson put one of his legs over the other in a fruitless effort to hide how pumped he had become.

Berry smiled. She knew how to get him.

Pulling the veil off her hair, the mass of long red strands fell like warriors on her back.

"I tried to pull off the corporate look since it's an office. I guess it has never been my style," Berry said firmly, looking disgustedly at the veil in her hand like it had committed a crime following her to Thompson's office.

She was about to return her gaze to Thompson when, without prior warning, his arm swung her over and into the couch where he was formerly lying.

"I can't help it if you're like this," he spoke, his breathing hard and hot against her skin, his voice shaky from the desire to taste the pleasure now right in front of him.

Berry knew she was in for it.

Separating her legs to reveal the pink worship place underneath, he went down on her with his tongue.

Saliva.

Devouring.

Uncontrollable moans.

Thomas had his lunch late that day and was returning from his lunch break at the company cafeteria when he saw the commotion at the lounge.

At the center of it was the cause—a strange woman. And who else was there?

Julie, Thompson's secretary.

He had stood there and watched it all until Julie ran off and back again to lead the strange woman inside and towards Thompson's office.

For some reason, he had followed Julie quietly, and now with her calmly standing behind him, he listened to the conversation between his son and the strange woman, whom he had picked her name to be Berry.

From behind the closed doors of Thompson's office, Thomas continued to listen to Berry's dirty talks with his son and all the moans that followed as a result of the outburst of sexual excitement.

His mind went back to Roseline.

Did she know Thompson goes uncontrollably crazy with a woman in his office?

In broad daylight?

Thompson was his son, and he had confidently brought a woman to show him as his fiancée, only for him to do this barely two days after—and during work hours at that.

Thomas's heart did a happy leap at the thought that his son might have broken up with Roseline.

But he couldn't be too sure yet.

Staring at the door in front of him, guilty of how at that moment he was thinking of ways the situation might have favored his desires, sweat ran down his stomach from his neck.

It didn't look like whatever fun was going on inside would be ending any time soon.

Having had enough of the emotional torture and utter embarrassment Thompson's behavior brought him—especially in the secretary's presence—Thomas banged heavily on the door, shaking his head disappointedly as he listened to the scurry that followed.

"Get your clothes on. Hurry!" Thompson whispered to Berry from the inside as he hurriedly dragged up his trousers with one of his hands while using the other to help her into her jacket.

"Open this door now!" Thomas barked, his neck stretching forward and his hands fisted firmly.

The door flung open after what seemed like forever to reveal a disheveled Thompson, his lips trembling as he tried to say something.

Berry, on the other hand, smiled as she gracefully walked past Thompson's father, Julie, and then out of the secretary's office.

Thomas's eyes focused on Thompson like there was something he was expecting him to say, but he kept on stammering incoherently.

"I would love to have a talk with your fiancée tomorrow," Thomas said instead, his tone dangerously calm, like a knife slicing through thick glass easily.

"Dad!" Thompson gasped, his body frozen in shock.

"Let me explain."