And Tayla makes three

It was the design of the new brochure for the Middle East that put Tayla together with Neil in her little private office on a Sunday morning. Sketches and proofs were scattered everywhere, and Tayla's red marker was doing overtime.

"This is wrong, and this, and this... And I never EVER wrote this... Oh, HELL!!!"

Well, she was fairly ****. The final design had been due Friday to be sent to the printer's, and here she was on bloody fucking Sunday with the bloody fucking account manager himself correcting someone else's bloody fucking mistakes.

Neil said nothing, which was very wise of him. Soothing her would have redirected all her anger right towards him.

"I'm sorry, Neil," she said.

"It's alright."

He barely spoke. It was more of a whisper, a little hum of a sound. Tayla collected herself, took a deep breath, and focused her gaze through her prim little glasses.

Three-quarters of an hour later, the job was done. They stood peering down at the little collage they had made, perhaps both of them fairly amazed that it looked very much alright, in fact, thank you very much.

At that point, she had started to rub a spot on her neck. Having been pretty uptight about the whole thing, now her neck and shoulders were giving her hell.

And just then, there had been another of those little hums of a sound. And in some way, it had said, "Let me do that." And she had removed her hand, and he had massaged the sore spots between her shoulder blades.

"Whoa. Whatever you do, don't stop, OK?" she said, eyes closed and shoulders impossibly relaxed.

Out, popped her nipples. Mush, went her crotch. With the release of tension, her body jumped out as if from behind a bush.

"Neil..." she breathed, "If you have any humanity left in you today, would you please... please... ohhh mmmmm..."

"Take these proofs out of the way before I put you on top of them?" he asked, still rubbing her between her shoulders.

"Exactly." she breathed, and turned around.

She enjoyed being placed carefully on her desk, anticipating the deliciously inevitable as he removed her shoes, skirt, stockings, panties... She enjoyed spreading her legs, feeling his hands and arms under them, then having her butt lifted a little and finally getting a very, very thorough servicing on her desk. Ohh, mmmmm, indeed.

What a job. Yeah.