Break Rooms, Fanta and a Loving Feeling

The break room was a boring looking place with ivory-colored walls and a brown cork ceiling. The flower decorated linoleum floor squeaked as we walked across it. Nas led me past the leather sofa that sat against the wall and the long table in the center to the refrigerator on the far side of the room. I opened it and saw it was full of bottles of fruit juice and Fanta. I selected a grape soda from the middle of the shelf, opened it, took a sip, set it down on the table, and sat down to open the case.

Nas sat in a chair next to me watching me investigate it. I was unsure if she was interested in the contents or my reaction to them. "I hope you are feeling better now. The door thing must have been quite a jarring event.", she began to apologize as I shook my head and waved her off. I didn't even bother to look up as I opened the case.

I saw several file folders and a few expensive Lamy roller point pens inside. I absentmindedly grabbed my drink, took a big swallow, and sorted through the papers. After a few minutes, I decided to look through the first collection of documents. I continued drinking the soda as I perused the papers. It detailed a bunch of web sites owned by Blake's company, the seemingly largest on the list was called "Phryne's Forum" and sounded quite lewd. As I read detailed descriptions of the purpose of the site, I began to feel strange. My brain grew a bit foggy and the room felt like it was growing quite warm. I put the file down, unbuttoned the two top buttons of my dress, and began to fan myself.

"Can we go somewhere else?" I asked Nas. "It's unbearably hot in here" I complained. "The Fanta does that to some", Nas said as she tossed something small into the rubbish can and helped me up. I was then led out of the break room into one next to it.

I followed close feeling my blood rising and my face flush with the heat of the moment. It reminded me of college when I attended one of the many wild parties that were part of the greek life. All I knew at that point was that I was warm, feeling sexy, and ready to find a man to share my passion with. I wondered for a moment why those emotions were bubbling up at this time but dismissed the thought as unimportant. I knew Blake was here somewhere.

This room had a plain wooden desk in the center of the space up on a 15' square raised platform with a small office chair behind it. There was a sturdy light gray pleather sofa off on the side of it and what appeared to be a fake wall of some sort along the back of the platform. Surrounding the platform was several video cameras on tripods. It looked like a movie set of some sort.