Daydream at work

Nancy stifled a frustrated groan as she awoke from her little daydream. The chime sound of her computer telling her that the upload of the file to the data base was completed and simultaneously dissipated the raunchy fantasy that had played in front of her inner eye.

Sighing, the Latina sat back in her chair, taking a deep breath. It had been far from the first time over the last few days that one of those hot, raunchy dreams had gotten a hold of her, distracted her. Ever since that cursed evening up at Birdsnest Park she had been haunted by what had happened. Her mind constantly returned to the raw, debauched pleasure that Detective Ryan Schmelzer had made her feel, filling her equally with excitement as well as shame. Right now, it was no different. Her cheeks were blushing, all hot and bothered by her fantasy and between her legs she could feel the telltale heat and wetness of her arousal.

Biting her lip, she let her gaze linger across the empty office to the huge window front that granted a view of the rising L.A. sun. It was early, too early even for the L.A.P.D.’s most disciplined Detectives to show up for work, and the large room was filled with comfortable silence.

Nancy herself had shown up almost two hours ago, to the surprise of the Deputy tasked with the night shift at the front counter, but she just hadn’t been able to stay away any longer.

Her head had been a mess after that stake-out mission. She still struggled to call it what it had been, even to herself. After the degrading encounter, her evening had not gotten less embarrassing. Unlocking the door to her brother’s apartment with still-shaky fingers, she had almost run straight into Nico, who was on his way out. Her little bro’s eyes had widened with shock and a hint of disgust as he had seen the state of his older sister, dressed likesome cheap street whore in hotpants, overknee boots and the way-too-small leather jacket. She had mumbled something about an undercover mission and had pushed past him into the guest room as quick as possible, feeling her face take on a deep shade of red in humiliation.

After that, she hadn’t been able to face him for a while. In fact, she hadn’t been able to face anyone, calling in sick for the first time in her career for three consecutive days while locking herself away in her room, trying to understand what had happened. Not only had she been fucked, dominated by the office creep, she had loved it! It had been the best sex of her life and it had come at the hands of fucking Ryan fucking Schmelzer!

She had moved out of Nico’s guest room as soon as she had dared to leave it, sneaking out while he was at work. She knew that she didn’t have to if it was his call, but after seeing the look in his eyes when she had stumbled in, she just wasn’t ready to face him yet.

Instead, she was now crashing at Syd’s place, a nomad between all her friend’s apartments. Her partner’s guest room wasn’t huge, but the overall apartment was much more luxurious than her brother’s shabby place. While Syd had been confused about why Nancy was calling in sick and dodging work, she had the intuition not to press the subject, knowing Nancy was dealing with a pending divorce and needed a little space, having earned that much with her usual, diligent work ethic.

True to form, Nancy’s drive had finally gotten the better of her. While still a glorious mess in her head, the guilt of missing out on work had been overwhelming and finally, on a Thursday night at three o’clock it had become unbearable. She had gotten up, showered and gotten dressed. After a little indecisiveness in front of her suitcases she had opted for stylishly tight, black pants that hugged her hips without seeming too flashy, as well as a black tank top. Checking the mirror, she had liked what she saw before doubts had crept in almost immediately: The top was not only showing off her cleavage a little, her full breasts were actually lifted and pushed together to create a mouthwatering valley of caramel-colored womanly flesh. While appealing, she immediately felt self-conscious and defused her look by throwing on a dark green blazer. A black leather belt, subtle, golden ear studs and comfortable sneakers had finished off the outfit.

Then she had driven over to the precinct and dived headfirst into the small mountain of paperwork that was piling up on her virtual desktop, quickly realizing that in the warm L.A. morning, the blazer was simply too much, so it now hung over the backrest of her chair.

The work was going well. It felt good to be productive again, as she filed the documentation of the last few weeks, diligently filling in reports and ticking boxes. There also had been a few new cases she and Syd had been assigned to. Nothing exciting or major, but after several days off it was a welcome distraction from her lewd inner cinema. The sounds of an 80s pop music spotify playlist were filling her ears, her white airpods providing crisp audio quality, which turned the potentially dull task into a breeze.

Pulling up a new folder, the Latina leaned forward in her chair, once more burying herself in her task, doing her best to ignore her needy pussy and the nagging shame in her mind.

She was making good progress, gradually diminishing the stack of pent-up forms and a feeling of satisfied pride began to spread in her chest when suddenly, a voice ripped her straight out of her productive mood.

“Well, look who’s back!”