Yes but........

The weird thing is, despite all I stood to lose...like my job, my marriage, my reputation, life, the universe and everything, I found myself seriously considering Joanie's absurd suggestion that I should take her home and introduce her to my harridan of a wife. By this stage of the proceedings, my life and my sanity were both unravelling faster than a ball of wool in a kitchen blender. Nothing was making sense anymore and in consequence, everything was becoming a bit scary. For starters, where were the regular crew who usually manned the Stores? I'd been told they were in a meeting with the Auditor, but since he and I had shared a lift during my journey back to Stores, I was beginning to suspect that this might not be strictly true. And anyway, when were new recruits like Joanie ever left alone in charge of the Company's precious Stores? This was unheard of and yet, today, it seemed to be happening. Then there was that husband of Joanies'; who was he? What did he do for a living? Was he muscley, big and brutal? What was he likely to do to me if he found out I'd been groping his wife and of course, the most pertinent question of all fir any truly red blooded male, was his cock was bigger than mine? I shuddered at the thought.

Still, here I was, stood in the Stores and in all probability, on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown. It was at that pivotal moment, that chip in time, when Joanie kissed me. It was long and soft and suddenly, everything seemed alright again. I was in her arms. I felt safe and somehow knew that everything would be okay. I felt her fingers in my hair setting my scalp all a-tingle, her playful pink tongue flicking flirtatiously in and out of my mouth, the gentle pressure of her breasts flattening against my chest and impossibly, I was actually daring to imagine what might happen if Joanie actually managed to seduce Maureen. Could it happen? Why not. After all, she seemed perfectly capable of seducing everyone else. I'd been a pushover for a start!

That said, I still felt in need of some reassurance on the topic so as soon as she released my lips from hers, I asked her how she saw her meeting Maureen playing out.

"Oh, you'll introduce me to her as a work colleague; I'll compliment her on what a wonderful home she has, what a beautiful woman she is and what an excellent taste in clothes she possesses. She'll see me as this geeky, awkward and slightly scatty young thing with a terrible taste in clothes. She certainly won't see me as being any threat to her as far as you're concerned. If I play her right, she'll seek to educate me fashion-wise by showing me her entire wardrobe......in the bedroom. I'll become cutely and cheekily playful with her. She'll indulge me for a bit but will eventually begin to enjoy my playfulness and start to join in. After all, we girls do love a good giggle! Touching will inevitably become involved at some point, in the course of which I'll express my admiration of her magnificent bosom. I'll be worshipping her as if she's a goddess and she'll hungily lap up my adoration because she's probably hasn't been getting any from anyone for quite a while. With any luck, he'll be seduced enough by it to expose her breasts to me and once I get my mits on them, she'll literally be like putty in my hands. As I skilfully manipulate and stimulate her bountious mammaries (plus other parts of her body I can reach), I'll be able to mould her mood, desires and emotions simply by triggering each and every one of her erogenous zones in turn. She'll love what I'm doing to her so much that she'll love me. She'll want me, she'll take me and she'll fucking well have me on your bed. You'll play no part in the bedroom scene on this occasion, but don't worry. She'll certainly be insisting that you bring me home again many times over for various reasonable excuses so that I can make her feel like a goddess once again. My unbounded adoration will intoxicate her and she'll become addicted to such erotic drunkenness. She'll want more, crave it even - and desire it increasingly often.

When I feel she's ready, I'll suggest we include you in our carnal activities as a play thing of ours. We'll share you and you'll have both of us. In the course of all the copulatory fun, I'll teach you the techniques you need to excite and satisfy your wife, or come to that, any woman. Any woman you want. Ann from Finance for instance. Would you like that?"

Would I like that? I'd kill for that. Having every woman I fancied? Sheer utopia! I found myself trembling with erotic excitement at the very thought of such a possibility and seemed to hear in the distance, Joanie's voice saying "take me home with you tonight." With the voice like that of a zombified ****, I heard myself replying "yes mistress."

All my previous concerns had now evaporated into the ether. A dreamlike state had descended on me that I couldn't shake off nor even wanted to. As Pink Floyd would put it, I had become comfortably numb. Nothing seemed real anymore; not my job, the office, Jim, the Supervisor. All were illusion, so false they all seemed, the only thing real was Joanie from Stores.

The afternoon passed without further incident. I was able to function okay but like a man trapped in a sewer, I was merely going through the motions. At five thirty, l'd be leaving my desk, meeting Joanie in the carpark and taking her home to seduce my armed bastion of a wife. Simple! What could possibly go wrong?