Back to the office

A few more kisses and you tuck his cock back into his pants before you get carried away and start trying to get it hard again. Lights appear in the back window.

"We'd better move, there's a car behind us now."

Brad reluctantly starts driving again. You tell him to take you to Perry so you can pick up your car from the lot.

"Are you sober enough to drive?"

"Not quite," you answer. "I need to get some things out of my office anyway.

Hopefully my key still works. I can sober up there."

You car, glistening with late-night dew, is the only vehicle in the lot. Your husband refuses to drop you off so you invite him in. Fortunately your key card and building key both still work and you are soon in the office. It feels strange in the darkened lobby. Only a few lights are illuminated, mostly forgotten desk lamps and recessed floor lights that are just bright enough for a janitor - or you - to navigate around the office.

You head back to your office and fill a cardboard file box with the things you want to actually keep from the office. There isn't much, just some framed pictures and a few little toys you have accumulated over the years. Brad carries the box. On your way out to the lobby you are almost to the door when you stop and walk back to Mr. Perry's office. It's unlocked

"I've always wanted to poke around in here," you say and before Brad can object you duck inside the richly-appointed office. Without the larger-than-life Perry to fill the big chair behind the desk the room feels robbed of its power. Just another room, a little spooky, with a lamp glowing on the desk and illuminating..the stacks of spreadsheets. There is a sticky note on the top. You turn the files to read it.

"Put Haley on these in the morning," you read aloud. "She can have Chase's office once her things are cleared out."

You frown. Haley was the idiot whose botched accounting was causing all of your headaches in the first place.

"What is it?" asks Brad, clearly sensing your anger.

"I just found out who is replacing me." You wave your hand dismissively.

"Fuck her. Let's look around his desk."

You search the drawers of Mr. Perry's luxurious desk. There's a stash of candy bars, a bottle of expensive bourbon and two glasses, a couple of porno maga-zines, and, in a locked drawer that he forgot to look, a bottle of lube, a pair of frilly pink panties and a digital camera.

"Why does he have the lube?" asks Brad.

"I know, right? But look at what we have here." You take the camera out of the desk and switch it on. The screen on the back illuminates and you navigate to the stored pictures. "Holy shit."

You're looking at picture after picture of Haley, the big-titted girl from ac-counting, baring her huge, pendulous breasts with their fat nipples, sitting on Perry's desk and spreading her chubby thighs, plunging fingers into her pink pussy, beckoning to the camera. There's more. The pictures get increasingly explicit, showing photos from Perry's perspective, you recognize his big, hairy stomach, as he slides his cock (it's huge!) between her tits, into her mouth, into her pussy and, in more than on picture, is frozen in the act of spraying her with his cum.

"He must have fucked her ten times in these pictures," you laugh. There are hundreds of them. And then you get into the pictures of Perry with his family and his wife and you shut the camera off.

"You could blackmail them," suggests Brad. True, you could, but that's not quite your style. You copy the photos to a thumb drive as insurance, but you're more interested in finding out just what Haley did with all that money that was missing in her accounts. If she's fucking Perry to steal your job then she must be up to something.

"Go home, baby," you say to Brad. "I have a lot of work I need to do."

You sit down at Perry's desk and open the spreadsheets. You'll find the proof that bitch was up to something, but it might take until dawn.