Calculated Risks

You have never found your occupation to be particularly compelling, but since arriving at your new office it's been a struggle to concentrate on the work you are supposed to be doing at all.

There was a time when the only eye candy on display in your workplace was Ria. She looks as good as ever, and these days you are fucking her as a wonderful added bonus, but she has a lot of very healthy competition for your attention now. Hannah, her gorgeous blonde flatmate who you connect super well with, was perched on your desk just moments ago, giving you a probably not entirely unintentional up skirt view while reminding you about the Kaycee Jones concert you'll both be attending in a few days time. Mrs Frobisher - your bitchy but sexy number one client, who secretly fantasises about being fucked during house tours, has just booked a viewing with you on Thursday and Arabella, your hot posh totty assistant who also enjoys living on the edge, has requested she accompany you both - you can only begin to internally speculate on the exciting possibilities those two and your special could throw up between them. Even your boss here is a total MILF cutie. So the temptation to take a quick bathroom break for some sexy daydreaming rarely leaves you.

Today it is Arabella you are spending most of your time with.

You have developed a huge crush on your new colleague in a matter of days, but also know she is way less straight laced and innocent than she likes to appear. She was clearly trying to shock and arouse you yesterday while you were having lunch at the park and, after the two of you got very naughty together in her dream last night, she may now feel inspired to up the ante. You will need to tread carefully and keep in mind that this is the real world where actions have consequences.

"Let's cut down this street here" Arabella suddenly decides as she leads the way.

"I thought we were going to the park?"

"We are"

"Well, isn't this a bit of a pointless detour then?"

"Not really, my flat is down here. It's much hotter than usual today, don't you think?"

"I guess"

"So I need to change into something a little lighter and more comfortable. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, that's fine."

She's planning something here, you can just feel it in your bones, but she has given you no reasonable grounds to object. The worst part is that you can't help hoping your suspicions are correct and, if Arabella is laying some kind of sexy trap, you don't trust yourself not to fall into it quite deliberately.

As you walk down her road your colleague looks at you and suddenly starts giggling like a schoolgirl.

"What?" you ask, a little paranoid.

"Nothing!" she replies unconvincingly before bursting out laughing again.

"What is it? You can't keep laughing and not tell me why! I'm going to be fretting over what's so funny about me for the rest of the day!"

"It's nothing you've done, honestly" she assures you with a stroke of your arm "Well, not really."

"What is it Arabella? Tell me or I'm going right back to the office!"

She pauses for a moment. This is pure play acting, Whatever Arabella is about to reveal to you, she wants you to think you forced it out of her.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to repeat it ti another soul."

"Okay"

"Promise?"

Just come out with it already, dammit!

"I promise."

"Fine. I had a naughty dream about you last night" she says quite matter of factly "There, now I'm sure I'm the one who looks silly."

Oh shit. She is the first person who has come clean to you about that. Not even your own girlfriend, whose fantasies you invade on a regular basis , has ever owned up to it.

"So what were we.."

"Here, this is my place!" she cuts both you and the conversation off in one fell swoop "Come and wait inside, I promise I won't be more than a few minutes."

You follow Arabella into her home. It is far more plush than yours, despite her presumably earning less than you do. Everything in it is incredibly neat and clinical, just how she usually likes to present herself.

"You know what? There's a lovely little communal garden here where we can have lunch. It's always empty, so we'll have it just to ourselves, unlike if we go to the park again."

Sounds harmless enough.

"Sure"

"Great, then that gives me time to take a quick shower - especially if we go straight from mine to the next viewing. It's literally two minutes from here."

She's got it all worked out hasn't she? Under any normal circumstances that sounds like a perfectly reasonable and practical plan of action, but what Arabella doesn't know is that she didn't just dream about you last night, you were actually there. Oh yes, you're onto her little game. If your colleagues plan is to get her kicks by being naked only a matter of feet from you, knowing full well you'll be picturing her moist, glistening skin and fantasising about being in the shower with her, well, then it's a plan that will work perfectly. But that is as far as this is going to go, and you can't get dumped just for being in a nearby room when a hot girl is naked and wet. That would be absurd,

You take a seat on an expensive and stylish looking couch and wait patiently as you hear the sound of running water - water that will be dripping down over every inch of Arabells's luscious, perfectly toned body right this second. You really wish you could think about anything else.

"Why don't you come and keep me company, Shane!" she calls out at you. You almost jump out of your skin at the suggestion, which seems bold beyond belief.

"What?"

"I just mean stand outside the door and chat with me while I get clean" she clarifies on hearing the shock in your voice, which undoubtedly gave her a cheap thrill "I'm afraid I tend to take a while, and it will be awfully boring for you just sitting unaccompanied in the living room."

That sounds like a perfectly reasonable proposal, taken at face value. It would seem almost anti-social to refuse, not to mention prudish beyond belief.

"Careful not to lean on the door, there's no lock and it doesn't quite shut properly" she warns you as you walk over.and notice the thing is ever so slightly ajar "It's usually just me here so it's not normally an issue"

And it's also way hotter to have an unlocked, malfunctioning door while showering when guests are present, huh Arabella? No wonder she is single despite being gorgeous. What fun would any of this be for her with an actual boyfriend? You look down at the laundry basket beside the bathroom door. She has rested the clothes she was wearing on it's lid rather than placing them inside. Her panties are at the top of the pile. Freshly worn. Just there.

You need to remain strong here.

"So do you know much about this client we're seeing next?"

"Oh bloody hell Shane, let's not talk shop during our break."

"Okay then, so what would you prefer to talk about?"

"Aren't you curious to hear more about what happened in my dream?"

Actually, it would be pretty interesting to get the perspective of someone whose subconscious thoughts you infiltrated, to find out how they experienced it. Ria is never going to tell you and you can't reasonably ask anyone else if they have been having sexual fantasies about you. But discussing a dirty dream you were heavily involved in with a beautiful woman while she is naked, only a few feet away, and you can't stop staring at her recently worn bra and panties? Is that crossing some sort of unspoken line?

"Oh come on Shane" she prompts you, as you initially respond to her question with silence "we're both mature adults and, if I'm not getting ahead of myself, friends. And if anyone should be embarrassed about this it should be me, it was my dream, after all. Are you not even slightly curious?"

Oh, fuck it. Go on then.

"Okay, Arabella"

"You can call me Bella"

"Okay Bella, what did we get up to in this dream of yours?"