Working Late
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Working late in the office, then heading off home, what can go wrong?


Working Late

Dean finished off the last part of the report he was typing out on his
computer, 'full stop.' There all done! The man leant back from the screen, sat
back further and then stretched out. He yawned, rolled his shoulders and then
rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Once that was all done, he then
started to rotated his head and neck around, to get that stiffness out. And
for the first time in what seemed quite a while his eyes moved over towards
his office window and he looked out.

It was dark outside and from the high raised building where his office was up
on one of the top floors he could now see out across, The City. The place
looked alive with lights, a maze of twinkling flickers that made everything
before him look exciting and inviting. But this was, The City and it was a
place where fun and enjoyment, of all sorts, could be had at any time of the
day. But at night, when the place was bathed in darkness and lights of all
kinds, of all sizes, all colours and different brightness where used to guild
the onlooker to that fun! Well, The City seemed to become more alive when
darkness fell over it.

But for Dean all that excitement would have to wait for another night, as for
now he'd finished his more than full day's work and all he wanted to do was
head off home now. To get something to eat, to pour himself a large drink and
of course to see his wife. She was Francesca, and of course Dean's wife would
be at home and probably wondering where he was right now. As, yet again, he'd
forgotten to say just how long he was going to stay after work tonight. But
she'd understand, after all he was doing all this for their future, wasn't he?
Well he was working hard, putting in more than just a few extra hours here and
there. Getting through all his work, his duties and doing that bit extra, that
a lot more extra work so he got noticed. If you were sensible around here, you
work hard, get noticed and the rewards in this firm were well worth all that
bit extra you put in.

That was why Dean was still here in his office looking out the window across
the night sky of The City, he was here to work, to do that bit extra and to
get noticed. And as he hit the save button his work here tonight was done.
Tomorrow when he came into work all he had to do was press print and the next
yearly forecast figures would all be ready to hand over to the company's CEO.
That made him smile as he knew as soon as he handed in his report, and handed
it in early, the CEO would then want everyone who had a report to write like
him, to hand their reports in. And hand them in that day. If one person could
have his work done early, so could everyone else! Well that's the way things
worked around here, the way the CEO thought, and today Dean was the one who
was one step ahead of everyone else, all of his 'rivals', in this 'dog eat
dog' firm!

'CLICK!' He flicked the lights off in his office and took one last look over
to his desk and the computer there on it, he once again smiled, even chuckled.
He was going to enjoy coming into work tomorrow, enjoy it a lot! He closed his
office door and as an extra measure he locked it, can't trust anyone around
here. Down the corridor he went, the lights where in that dim mode that kicked
in late on in the evening all part of some energy saving, environmental push
to make the company look good, on paper that is!

When he got to the lift, he pressed the button and could see it was already
coming down from one of the very top floors. Then he looked down at his watch
'OOOHHHH! Shit! The wife's going to kill me!' It was late, even later than
he'd thought and he hadn't called his wife so he was going to be in trouble,
he knew that. Dean pulled out his phone and was about to make the grovelling
call to say sorry when, 'PING!' The lift arrived and the doors opened,
instinctively he looked inside and, 'OH!'

Inside the lift and leant back against the mirrored walls and in one of the
corners was a young female. She was a youthful looking girl but one that made
the man stop what he was about to do and grin. He wasn't going to step inside
the lift and start to make a grovelling phone call to his wife, how bad would
that make him look, even if he had no idea who she was, he didn't do 'looking
bad.' And as he put his phone away, stepped inside the lift all thoughts of
his wife seemed to have disappeared, strange that!

Dean walked in and put himself in the opposite corner to where the girl was,
he turned around and like her leant back in 'his' corner. At the same time, he
looked over and smiled at the girl, giving her a friendly, 'Hi there' kind of
a nod and taking his chance to get a good look at her at the same time. She
looked like a teenager, but with the youth of today, particularly with girls
it was difficult to tell exactly how old she might or might not be. But to him
she looked as if she was a teenager.

This teenage girl was dressed in a pair of silver boots, one's with thick high
heels, then there was her pair of blue faded jeans, quite tight, in all the
right places and turned up at the bottoms so you could see just the faintest
bit of flesh of her legs over the top of those silver boots. The jeans had a
couple of those fashionable tears here and there, but not too many that they
looked that silly! But her jeans did come up high, up to just below her belly
button. And her belly button was on show as further up there was just a darker
blue crop top.

Dean thought she might be a bit cold dressed like that seeing that this was
indeed January, and it was quite chilly outside. But of course, he didn't mind
as she did have quite a good looking body and one that should probably be on
show and enjoyed by anyone's eyes who came across her. Well that's what Dean
thought. But even though she had this good, firm young body, that was very
pleasing to the eye, to Deans' eye, further up was a bit of a disappointment
to the man.

Yes, her face was a bit of a disappointment, it wasn't bad, it certainly
wasn't all bad, she had long, fair, shiny hair that came down past her
shoulders. And she certainly wasn't ugly, but then again, she certainly wasn't
pretty, lovely or even attractive, no she was, she looked a bit on the ... ...
Well Dean thought she was plain, with even a kind of miserable look to her,
and her expression was one of 'don't care, not interested.' So, this all went
to make her body defiantly the best part of her. She wore a bit too much make
up, trying to over compensated for her plain looks. Her eyes where blue but
the heavy eye shadow and mascara made them look dark and her lips far too red.

Dean was quite disappointed by her face, after seeing just how good the rest
of her looked, 'yes, quite disappointing!' Which must have shown in his face
as his smiles turned into a smirking grin as his eyes moved up from her boots
and coming to a stop looking at her face. But then again, she did have a good
body, so it wasn't all bad! Then as his eyes dropped back down for another
quick look at her body, and his smile returned. And that was all that Jessie,
as that was her name, needed to see to know exactly what this man was
thinking. She knew what he was like, she saw it in his face, that look, that
told her all she needed to know about him as he'd entered the lift and looked
at her.

But now all Dean could think about was getting back home, he leant over and
was about to push the ground floor button on the panel, then looked back over
at the girl and, "what floor do you want?" The girl in an uninterested way
just shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't care, "ground floor it is then."
Dean wasn't too impressed with her attitude, as a simple floor number followed
by 'please' surly wasn't too much to ask, was it.

Even though she had a good-looking body, her miserable looking face and
expression of indifferent, plus her lack of any manners put Dean right off
her. Pushing the button and a second later the lift juddered into life and
they were on their way downwards. Dean started to think again about calling
his wife but realised you couldn't get any decent signal here in these lifts,
then he had a second thought, about the girl. 'Why was she in the lift?' There
was nothing up on those couple of extra floors above could have possibly
concerned her. She obviously didn't work up there, it was all insurance and
investment type work on the top floors, so why was she coming down in the lift
from up there? It was all starting to feel very strange.

Yes, it was strange she obviously didn't work on one of the upper floors, she
didn't dress the part and certainly was too young to even be an intern up
there. So why was she here in the building in the first place after all it was
all business, finance, lawyers, stuff like that. She didn't look if she could
do any of that, she looked a bit more of a hands-on type of girl. As these
thoughts all spun around inside his head the girl obviously saw all this by
the expression now on his face. And it was the expression of him trying to
think, which she knew wasn't that good a thing for a man to do!

So now it was maybe the right time for Jessie to clarify some of those
thoughts, that he was obviously having. Time to explain things to the man here
in this lift, as trying to work it all out for himself was probably a bit too
much for him. So, at that moment she pushed herself out of the corner she'd
been in all this time. But she was quick with her move, almost launching
herself forwards and toward the lifts control panel that was opposite Dean.
The girls arm went straight out and her hand slammed into the emergency stop,
that big red button at the bottom of the panel, and, THUD!

Immediately the lift shuddered and jolted sharply as it came to an abrupt
halt. The lights flicker, went out for a brief second, then the dimmer
emergency lighting kicked in. As the lift had suddenly stopped Dean was caught
by surprise. He'd noticed the girl move but somehow none it fully registered
until he was buffered around and had slipped someway down in his corner of the
lift that he occupied. But now as everything had stopped, and in that dim
emergency light he now tried to push himself back so he was fully upright
again, but before he could, WHACK! OOOWWWHHH!

In that blurred dull light he caught sight of the girl spinning herself around
from in front of the lifts control panel and then, but this had somehow seemed
so clear to him. He saw the girls face come around and the intensity and
fierce look she had, then there was the sight of her clenched fist. It was
also coming around and fast, and also seemed so clear to him. Dean saw all
this in the blink of an eye and then he felt it. He felt the fist the girl had
brought speedily around and sent crashing into the side of his jaw. The strike
rocked him, it hurt him, it made his legs wobble and it sent a painful,
throbbing, stinging felling through that side of his face.

Dean fell back further into that corner he was in. He grabbed hold of the
handrails just below those large mirrored walls and that went around the
sides. He shook his head and it seemed to quickly clear which was good for
him. But as his head cleared it also allowed him to think. 'She'd hit him,
that girl had stopped the lift and then hit him!' He almost had to run this
through his head twice before it fully sunk in, as it all seemed too bizarre
to him. But if he was having problems trying to get his head around all this,
then the girl's next move cleared all that up for him, THUD! OOOOFFFFF!

The girl, Jessie, stepped in close to the bent over man in that corner of the
lift, that blow of hers had worked well on him, hurting him and doubling him
over. Her hands came down onto his head, as if she was getting a good grip and
holding him there. Then she gave her body a slight twist and at the same time,
brough her leg up, bent it and drove her knee now into Dean's bent over body.
The blow was delivered hard and fast, the knee caught him just where his chest
meets his stomach. And it hurt the man, the blow made him gasp for breath and
he shuddered. The fact that his body jolted as she struck forced a grin across
Jessie's face, almost as if it had all amused her in some way.

The lift was big enough for the girl to take a step backwards and off to the
side. So, there was enough room now for her to, CRACK! OOOWWWW! Jessie, swung
her leg out and around and drove her silver boot into the side of the bend
over man's face. Again, Dean's entire body shuddered as the boot struck, the
force of this girl's strike seemed to travel all the way down his body from
his face to his feet. Not only making him wobbled and shake but also sending a
painful eruption around the inside of his head.

The blow not only hurt and dazed him, it also made Dean close his eyes and
shudder as she tried to deal with the pain that now took hold. But as he
closed his eyes, in that brief moment when he was no longer looking at the
girl, she struck again, CRACK! UUUUHHHHH! He felt a sudden throbbing sensation
to the side of his temple and even though he didn't see what part of her body
she'd used to strike him, he felt it none the least. This second strong blow,
so soon after the first, not only hurt like hell but also made him wobble and
stubble across the lift.

The blow made Dean slid alone the length of the handrail, and then he was
falling into the other corner of the lift, the one the girl had occupied when
that doors had opened. It had only taken a couple of blows and the man was
slumped in the corner as if he'd just gone a couple of rounds in the ring with
a prize boxer. But she was no prize fighter she was only a girl and a just a
young one at that. So how had she so easily done this to him? Even though Dean
could just about manage to pass this around inside his head, he had no answers
to his own question.

But there was no time to try and find an answer as the girl was onto her man
the second after his back was driven into that corner, THUD! UUUHHHFFF! Jessie
jumped at Dean, reaching out and taking hold of him with both hands and at the
same time coming in close, raising her leg and driving her knee up into his
groin. As he went slamming back into that corner his eye had been shocked into
opening up wide so this time, he could see the girl come for him. He saw her
jump up and at him, seen her arms came out and then her hands, her fingers
spread out and grip onto him. He watched, without being able to do anything as
she came closer to him, and then he'd felt her knee as it struck him, and that
really did hurt, 'Oh Shit!'

But it had even been worse than that, as this had all happened in this
mirrored lift. As Dean's eyes had opened, he'd seen three or was it four girls
all come for him at the same time, her reflections where everywhere and he saw
them all. He saw 'all' these girls reach out for him, grab him and attack him.
1, 2, 3, 4 all of the same girl coming for him, all those images, all those
reflections and it had, to be fair, scared the man. And when she struck it
felt as if it had been 4 girls, not just one, that had hit him, all at the
same time.

The girls strike was aimed in just the right place and the pain it caused was
intense. Again, it hurt so much that his face screwed up, his eye closed and
it was then that he felt himself going upwards. Followed by the feeling of
going around and all the way over. Jessie had moved quickly after her knee had
struck, she came down onto her feet, and then instantly taking a step
backwards and pulling the man to her to get him out of that tight corner.
Giving herself some room to manoeuvre so she could twist and turn herself
around and take Dean with her.

Over her body he went, dragged up and over her he goes. Having been pulled,
thrown over her youthful body and then he went down, hard, THUD! Even though
this was in the confined space of a lift, the girl had no trouble in tossing
Dean over herself and throwing him down the floor. The force of being thrown
down made that confined space shudder, and probably hurt the lift as much as
it hurt the man. He gave a cray of pain as he landed that seemed to echo ever
so lightly around her. He instinctively tensed his body, to try and deal with
the agony, but even this movement gave him more pain.

He thought about crying out for 'help', but he knew that it wouldn't do him
any good as it was late and even in this normally busy office block, at this
time of night there'd be hardly anyone out there to hear him. But he had to do
something so, "Hel ... ... !", WHACK! OOOHHHFFFF! Before he could get to the
rest of his cry out there was a silver boot landing squarely in his face. It
was almost as if the girl didn't want their little get-together here in the
lift to be disturbed!

The boot in his face was then swopped for the girl's other boot in his gut
after she gave a little hop. It was another hard blow, more pain and more
muffled groans and feeble wimpish moans from him. Jessie was somewhat
disappointed in this man now and the lack of any fight in him, this certainly
wasn't what she had hoped for. But still she was here and she had a job to do!
The girl reached down and grabbed onto him, pulled Dean upwards even though he
tried to protest, tried to escape from her grasp and tried to get away. But
where would he go in a lift of all places?

She put a stop to his pitiful attempts by, SMACK! Throwing her head forward as
she dragged him up, getting her timing just right and slamming her forehead
into his upcoming face, without hurting or marking hers, of course. Well that
shut the man up and put him in his place, so to speak. As he was now pulled up
and back on to his feet, SMACK! A backhand across his face that made Dean
flinch and fall backwards against the doors of the still lift. As he hit those
doors he jolted, fear had now gripped him and his body was going to shake and
jolt at everything now.

He jerked and then fell back towards the girl, just as she'd wanted him to,
all part of her 'plan' but just as he'd hit the doors and before he came
falling back to her, she'd also moved. Lurching, reaching to her side, the
girl had gone for the lifts control panel. Hitting the right button and at the
right time, that moment when Dean was now falling back to her. As he carried
on coming forwards, as he stumbled, Jessie had leant back, even taking a step
backwards to get the distance right between him and her. So, that she could,
WHACK! ARRRRRHHHH!

Jessie had got herself back quickly after hitting that button, back enough,
and away from the stumbling man to twist her body, rotating her hips, bring
her leg around and up and drive her boot into the side of Dean's face as he
fell towards her. The perfectly timed swivel kick sent him spinning around and
back towards ... ... ! As the girl's silver boot connected and the man was
shot around and sent away from her the doors to the lift opened. Dean went
flying through the now open doors, went tumbling through the air until ... ...
THUD!

Dean came down hard, down onto the floor, out into the corridor of floor 10.
As he came down, hit the floor with such force, his whole body quivered. But
even so something deep inside the man clicked, that fear factor. Even though
he was in such pain he 'had to' roll over as much as he could to see if the
girl was coming out after him. He managed this, just about and looked back
inside the lift, but she was still there, inside. She just stood there, and
looked at him as he lay there on the floor of the corridor.

Then bizarrely she smirked at him, or was it a half smile? Her hand came up,
her fingers wiggled as if she was waving 'goodbye' while at the same time her
other hand went to the side and the doors of the lift closed. Dean just lay
there, still quite petrified as he now looked to the top of the lift doors and
could see the lights starting to go down as she and the lift headed to the
ground floor. She was gone and now he was safe!

Dean now breathed a sigh of relief, even though he had no idea what all that
had been about, but he was so very glad it was all over now. The girl was
gone, he was safe and he could now try too ... ... ! It was at that moment
that as he was trying to push his hurt body up off the corridor floor, that he
saw something else that stopped him in his tracks and made him now think, 'Oh
Shit!'

Further down the corridor 'something' had caught Dean's eyes, or should that
be 'someone!' The man first clamped eyes on a pair of white trainers, ones
with pink stripes down the sides. Then as his eye's moved further up there was
a pair of leggings that were wrapped around a pair of strong looking legs. The
purple, pink and black spiral pattern to them were an indication they were
more sports legging than anything else. Past these was a flat stomach, firm
looking abs, the exposed flesh was female, black and strong looking. The was
some silver jewellery in her bellybutton, but Dean wasn't concentrating on
that too might right now.

His eyes carried on going up to the white crop top, and again it looked like
one of those sports tops. Just in front of the top, and spoiling the view just
a bit was a pair of raised arms, up so that a pair of dark hands, fists could
be rubbed together. As if 'someone' was patiently waiting! Past these hands
and the cleavage on show was the woman's upper chest, her neck and then her
face. Dean could now see her quite clearly as she was a young woman, maybe
just in her early twenties.

The black young woman was quiet pretty, a lot better looking than the girl
this man had encountered in the lift, that was for sure. Not only a pretty
face but red lips, dark eyes and plaited, braided hair that came down to her
shoulders. All of this was finished off with an open pink sports jacket top,
with the sleeves pushed up and this 'sports woman' looked quiet stunning. But
of course, there was that look on her face, a look of a young woman that
wasn't too impressed, as though she didn't really care, and he'd be right as
she didn't care for the man who she was looking down at on the floor in front
of her. She didn't care at all for him, but she had a job to do.

Now this young black female, Grace, for that was her name, she now took a step
forward and carried on down the corridor. Carried on walking towards the man
who was desperately trying to get himself up off the floor. As she came
towards him Dean was now frantic to get up and away from her, he just knew he
had to get away, there was something in that look on this one's face. A look
that scared him!

Down on the ground floor and just stepping out to the office building was
Jessie, she pulled a phone out of one of her jeans pockets and made a call.
The call was to the girl's 'Boss' a woman of a certain age who went by the
name of Miss 'Demeanour. And it was this woman that was, in one way behind all
that had happened and was going to happen to Dean. Miss 'Demeanour had just
started her own little private company here in The City. It was a kind of a
detective agency, an organisation that spied on people, gathered information
and a firm that went around righting, wrongs so to speak.

The company was, 'Detecting Offending Males' Agency, an investigation and
corrective survive.' That's what it said on the woman's business cards.
Detecting Offending Males, or DOM as this woman liked to call her company,
investigated the bad behaviour and actions of husbands, boyfriends, male
members of the family, male bosses and, basically, any man in general. Then,
when it found wrong doing, it 'corrected' the investigated man's actions!

Miss 'Demeanour had seen that there was a gap in the market for a 'company'
like hers. A company that women could go to, to check up on the goings on of
the men in their families, lives or work. And so far, things were going well.
This was the company's first case and it was all about Dean. His wife had come
to the firm because of all his recent late-night working. Spending more time
in the 'office', 'working' than at home with his wife! It was all very
suspicious.

The Detecting Offending Males Agency, DOM, had found out that Dean had
actually been working some nights in his office. But on other 'late working'
nights, he'd left work and gone to, well the girl who'd followed the man had
lost him, but they were sure he was up to no good. So, reporting what DOM had
found out, Dean's wife was furious. She said she wanted her husband to be
taught a lesson and that was music to Miss 'Demeanour's ears.

That's where Jessie had come in, it was her first job here with the company
too, but she'd taken to it like a fish to water and now she handed over to her
'partner', Grace, for the next part of this job.

Back in the office building and Dean was almost up onto his feet, he'd pulled
himself up by the wall and was halfway through tuning to run away when,
WALLOP! Seeing him getting to his feet Grace had run at the man, jumped up in
the air, put her leg out and driven her foot into him. He went tumbling back
down to the floor and was now at her feet. Stood there towering over the man
she'd just brough down it was now this girl's turn to put that 'corrective'
part into action! SMACK! ARRRHHHHH!

Miss 'Demeanour finished her call and getting her report from Jessie, and it
all made her smile. Things were going well on the company's first job, really
well. The woman knew she could rely on her two girls to put their best effort
into their work tonight. OK it was only the first job but she knew this was
the start of a good, profitable and enjoyable business plan. They might not
have found out who the 'other' woman was, that didn't matter. But what they
had found out had convinced Dean's wife, Francesca, that her suspicions had
been right!

So, with Dean going through the second part of the corrective part of this
investigation Miss 'Demeanour made her own call.

Francesca was already in bed as the evening was getting late and her husband
hadn't returned back home yet. He'd not even bothered to call her, and that
had really annoyed the woman. The wife's phone rang and she reached over to
where it was on her bedside table, "hello!" There was a brief conversation
that brought a very broad grin to the attractive woman's face. Conversation
over the phone was returned back to the bedside cabinet and Francesca now
turned over to her companion, that was with her in her bed.

Jenny was somewhat younger than Francesca, she was busty, blond and good
looking and now as the two naked women cuddled up Francesca told her lover all
about her suspicions about her husband. She told of how she found this
discreet, intriguing and different kind of investigation agency. How they'd
found out that Dean wasn't working late in the office when he'd told his wife
he was and how this company was also going to 'deal' and correct his bad
behaviour. Jenny wanted to know if they had found out who the 'other woman'
was, but Francesca said no, but that didn't matter, what matter was that Dean
now knew she knew he'd been led astray and he would never do it again!

Jenny smiled and now nuzzled herself into her lover's larges breasts, using
her mouth and tongue to re-excite the married woman and take her mind off of
her misbehaving husband.

Back in the office building corridor and the black woman Grace's fists where
pounding down into the man, into Dean's body. Back in Dean's home, in his bed
and his secretary Jenny was now pleasing his wife with her tongue, teasing her
nipples. Jenny was determined to take her older lovers mind off of her
husband, after all being Dean's secretary and the one, he'd been screwing
these past few months, Jenny didn't want her new lover to find out that part,
did she! Jenny was glad that DOM's corrective skills where somewhat better
than their detective skills. But for Miss 'Demeanour this first job was a
complete success for the new company and she was sure that here in The City
there were plenty more men that needed to be investigated and then corrected,
by DOM ... ... !