After the embarrassment I went through, I went to the café instead of the cafeteria. I just wanted to get out of that building, find a hole, and crawl inside so no one else would find me. I ate half a mortadella and cheese sandwich, with no appetite, while I told Claire what had happened—but over the phone.
The rest of the day went embarrassingly normally. Laila spoke to me as if she were talking to her worst enemy, while I tried to organize and reschedule the meeting with the consortia.
Time passed; Laila left; day turned to night, and I was exhausted. I didn’t even stop for a coffee. It was already 8:30 p.m., I was a wreck, with my hair a mess, wrinkled clothes, and bare feet with my shoes propped in a corner. Today I had no other option: I’d call it a day, go to the cafeteria to eat something, and then head to the showers to take a hot bath to relax. Then I’d call a taxi.
The blinds in my boss’s office were completely drawn. I must have been so focused that I didn’t even notice him leave. So, I closed my laptop, grabbed my purse and my shoes, and walked barefoot to the elevator.
***
I ate the leftovers from lunch in the empty cafeteria; the sound of silence was music to my ears.
When I enter the gym, some of the lights are already off, but I hear the sounds of weights being lifted. I ignore it and go straight to my destination: the women’s locker room.
They’re empty—perfect! The company’s locker rooms are phenomenal. As we entered, we came upon a hallway where the side walls are mirrors, from top to bottom. When we reached the lobby, there was a small fountain with a statue of Venus in the center, pouring water from her pitcher. Facing the fountain are the sinks, and parallel to them are the shower stalls with a closet for storing clothes, a hair dryer, a mirror, and personal hygiene items provided by the company. Inside the stall there are two doors: one leads to a toilet, and the second, next to the locker, is the shower. Water jets come from above and the sides, and inside there is shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel in elegant glass bottles. The lighting is somewhat dim, a yellow glow that reflects off the small tiles. It’s such an intimate setting that you can barely see inside. We just hear the relaxing, almost erotic music; we feel the hot water and enjoy the scents that the shampoo and shower gel leave on our bodies. It’s an experience that all employees tend to enjoy, and as our boss gives it to us, so that we can put up with all his bad moods.
I go to my locker to grab my spare clothes and wander around to the soothing sound of the background music. I head to the central stall and turn on the shower, activating all the jets. I don’t bother closing the stall, since I’m alone here. The steam begins to fill the stall, spreading out to the center of the locker room. I take off my shirt, placing it gently in the locker so that Mr. Parker’s scent doesn’t fade. Even though he’s my boss and a born womanizer, it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about him. I remove my gray lace bra and quickly take off my skirt and garters. The steam invites me to step into the shower and bathe in that hot water. I don’t waste much time tidying up; I’ll leave that for Blaire to do after her shower. I step into that small, cozy paradise, and it’s impossible not to let a very audible sigh escape my lips. The water runs over my entire body, sending shivers down my spine as it passes over the still-dry areas. My nipples wake up and harden, thanks to the pleasurable shiver the water gives me. I let the water fall and wash away all my stress. I squeeze out some shower gel and begin to lather up my body. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon fills my nose. I close my eyes, leaning against the wall opposite the jets. I feel them hitting my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. As if by magic, I remember what happened that afternoon with Mr. Parker. Those intense blue eyes come to mind, his hand on my waist with a firm grip. His chest pressed against mine. Impulsively, I let my mind wander and sexualize those moments, and I begin to bring my hand to my sensitive spots. I run my fingers over my nipples, gently pinching them. They’re erect and craving more touch. I slide my left hand down to my slit, separating my folds with my index finger. The music makes everything more erotic and lets my imagination wander to places I never imagined. I brush my finger over my clit, imagining it’s Mr. Parker’s finger making small circular motions on my swollen nub. It feels so good! I arch my back and squeeze my left tit; the jets of steam start hitting my tits, causing me a little pain from the pressure. The steam starts to suffocate me. I increase the speed of the circular movements on my button, feeling every nerve ending respond to that friction. I moan, getting closer and closer to climax, feeling the urge to slip a finger inside myself, but I don’t, to punish myself for the naughty thoughts I’m having about my boss. My moans begin to echo through the locker room, drowning out the erotic sound of the melody. I’m so close to having an orgasm, I need one so badly…
I hear the locker room door open and slam shut as if someone had let go of it.
My racing heart, which was once driven by the impending orgasm, is now driven by the fear of having been caught masturbating and of them having heard my moans. If they really did hear me, I’m screwed!
I keep listening, for a voice or any sound. Nothing. The shower stall and shower door are open, giving me a blurry view of the sinks due to the steam. The dim light lets me see practically nothing. Just shapes. Without thinking, I quickly step out of the shower and grab my glasses to try to see better, but they immediately fog up. My brain must have lost its ability to think. I push them almost to the tip of my upturned nose and peer over them.
- Hi? Is anyone here?
My voice echoes. All I can hear is the shower and the seductive background music. For some reason, I feel like I’m being watched, but I don’t know if it’s just my imagination. When what feels like five minutes pass without any sign of life, I relax my body and breathe a sigh of relief. It was probably just a sound coming from the gym and not from in here.
I’m here alone.
Just as I’m about to take off my glasses to get back in the shower, I notice an imposing, masculine figure. Am I hallucinating?
-Don’t take them off.
My heart races, and my instinct reacts by stepping into the shower and closing the door. I feel panicked. I don’t know what to do.
I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer. All my senses are on high alert. I want to scream and call for help, but my voice won’t come out.
-What a sight to behold. Naked, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny glasses. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a sexy vision in my life.
Only then did I realize who was on the other side of the door. That voice—hoarse and deep, seductive and… dangerous. Mr. Parker, my boss, saw me naked.
- P… Please, l… leave. I’m not… I’m not in a state to talk. And this is the women’s locker room!
I feel the pressure of his body against the door. The music continues; the hot water that once felt so good is now too hot and unpleasant.
- I beg your pardon, but when I walked in here, I never imagined I’d witness something that will stay with me forever. I knocked on the door four times, and when you didn’t answer, I thought something had happened to you, so I stepped into the hallway when… when I heard your moans.
My body is melting from the heat and the shame I feel. Not only did I go against my boss and headbutt him, but I also insulted him in a message he read. And now, I’m caught moaning and masturbating—by him! This day couldn’t get any worse!
- I’m sorry that… that you heard something and thought other things. P… please, leave.
- I saw it. Please, keep going. Don’t stop because of me.
The shock and the heat almost make me faint. I must be hallucinating. In an act of escape, I switch the water from hot to cold, trying to regain my sanity and my dignity. But he’s there, behind the door. He can’t see me, he can’t touch me. He can only listen.
I hesitate. I have no words to answer him. I press my ear against the door, trying to hear something.
- I’m still here. I won’t come in. I beg you, please, to continue.
I swallow hard. I’m too nervous.
- No… I don’t think I can.
He senses my insecurity and lets out a guttural sound, like a lion’s roar. Not even the cold water calms me, nor does it reawaken my body from the trance it’s in.
- Here’s what we’ll do: do whatever I tell you. I’ll just be your narrator.
That voice makes my lower abdomen burn. The words come out softly, like a kiss on my skin.
- Do you agree? Just answer yes or no.
After a long silence on my part, thinking that tomorrow I might lose my job, or worse, that what happens here today might spread throughout the office, I’ll be destroyed. But fuck it, I don’t want to regret later having rejected what might be the best sexual experience of my life. Maybe the only one.
- Y… Yes.
I hear his guttural grin. Just hearing it turns me on even more. Right now, the person behind the door isn’t the ruthless Mr. Leonard Parker; he’s the narrator of my erotic experience, a voyeur who sees nothing but hears everything.
- Lean against the door. With your back to it.
I do as he says. My ass presses against the dull wood, followed by my shoulder blades and my hair. He seems to hear the muffled sound my body makes as it presses against the door.
- Very good. Now, close your eyes and relax. Don’t open your eyes for anything.
I close my eyes, my senses growing even sharper and my nerves consuming me.
- I need you to do exactly what I tell you, sweetie. Put your index finger in your mouth and suck on it.
His voice purrs the orders and I give in. I raise my right hand and slip my index finger into my mouth, letting it rest under my tongue. I explore my finger as if it were someone else’s.
- Take your finger out of your mouth and slide that hand down to your right nipple. Play with it using that index finger that’s been sucked by your beautiful mouth.
His voice is growing hoarser by the second. I inhale as I hear the new command. The erotism is in the darkness, in the closed eyes. In the sound. I play with my nipple, feeling it harden. I resist the urge to caress the other one.
- With your other hand, I want you to move down to your wonderful pussy and take a bit of your wetness. Bring your wetness to the other nipple and touch it. Eat it as if it were my mouth.
When I open my slit, I find not just wetness, but a pool. I’m wet and completely craving contact there. With my two wet fingers, I rub my left nipple, but this time, I squeeze it when I feel it harden and pull it gently, giving me a sensation of pleasure. I want more.
-Now, my sweet Goddess, I guess you're as wet as I am hard. – I hear something fall from her side. – Slide that hand of yours down to your pussy and bury your finger inside you. Do it, sweetie.
I don’t wait. I slide my hand down, running my fingers over my aching clit, desperate for friction; I slide my index finger into my wetness, and oh, how good it feels. I moan without fear, forgetting his presence on the other side of the door.
- Pull your finger out and slide it back in. Until I tell you to stop.
His voice is deep, and his words come faster. I hear him breathing heavily. I do as he says, feeling the emptiness when I pull my finger out of me, only to feel filled again. I start thrusting into myself with my finger, always imagining it’s him shoving his finger inside me. I start moaning and gasping, as if I’m out of breath. I feel like I won’t be able to hold on much longer.
- Squeeze and pull your beautiful nipple while you fuck yourself, sweetie. Squeeze it as if I were sucking it with my mouth.
A muffled scream escapes from the depths of my throat. I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt so much pleasure.
- I… No… I can’t take it anymore…
I hear his rapid breathing and hear him touching himself. I imagine him grabbing his dick and masturbating, for me.
- Fuck, sweetie. Touch yourself, touch yourself until you come!
His last command to me is pure relief. Without thinking, I pull my finger out of me and massage my clit, which is about to explode. I tease myself with circular movements of my middle finger, imagining it’s him doing it. I speed up the motion, feeling my legs start to tremble. A hot and cold sensation washes over my body, exploding into such pleasurable pain from my pussy that I moan too loudly. I came so hard that my legs gave out and I slid to the floor, moving my fingers and closing my legs around my hand. While the spasms kept assaulting me, I heard him on the other side of the door; an obscenity and a muffled scream like a roar escaped him. His moan. I stay on the floor, the cold water running over my body, trying to steady my breathing. Suddenly I snap back to reality—is he still behind the door? I try to get up, but freeze when I hear two knocks on the door.
- Have a good night, Blair.
I can’t answer him, but after a few seconds I hear the locker room door slam shut.