dusting the desk

Walking around to get a fresh glass of water and helps Alex to calm his nerves and regain his composure. Confident, and refreshed, he returns to his office a few minutes after he left.

When he closes the door behind him and walks to his desk. Only when he looks at Connie to ask her if she’s almost done, does he notice that Connie has stopped cleaning. She stands next to his chair with a dustmop in her hand, seemingly mesmerized by the 21” computerscreen.
He moves so he can see what she is seeing. The screen had turned on again and was showing a later stage of the slideshow. The same voluptuous blond Alex saw earlier was now sitting on the man who lay on the floor. She was obviously riding his cock.
Alex felt his stomach turn into a knot.

Sweating with embarrassment Alex reached forward to push the screens power button and stammered almost incomprehensive. ‘Sorry, you had to see this.’
Almost at the same time Connie started to apologise for nosing around.

As the screen went off she explained that the screen came on when she was dusting the keyboard and the mouse. She wasn’t snooping.

They stood there looking at eachother. Both embarrassed, both guilty.

After what seemed forever Connie tried to speak. Her voice still shaky.
‘Do you like blondes?’

Alex didn’t believe his ears. This beautiful Latina just found him watching porn at work and she didn’t raise hell? She only wanted to know if he liked blondes? If he had liked the slideshow? Maybe she was trying to get him into more trouble.

‘No, no. this was all a misunderstanding. Quite accidental. Not something I would choose to see.’ He rambled as he tried to cover things up.

Connie looked at him in disbelieve. Alex thought he even saw something else. Pain. As if he had hurt her.

‘Sorry to have disturbed you.’ Connie sais meekly and made her way towards the door.

Alex’ brain worked at full speed. His office was a joke. His job was too, the pay was nothing special and his boss was a pain in the ass. Time to take a chance.

‘No!’

Connie turned towards him. ‘What ‘No’?’

‘No. I do not particularly like blondes.’ Alex confessed.

‘Do you like what she was doing?’ Connie asked again.

‘What I have seen, I liked. Did you?’

Connie said she had not seen much, so she can not evaluate. ‘Maybe I can see the beginning again?’