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21 December 2007

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Janice's wanton behavior was her way of getting back at her cheating ex-husband.

Janice Brooks gets a lot of attention in the office. A lot of . . . inappropriate attention. It's not uncommon for her to find a pair of lusty eyes zoned in on her ample boobs or her curvey butt, or have a superior whisper something in her ear that would have him out for sexual harrasment faster than he could blink. But it doesn't bother her. In fact, she welcomes it, even revels in it, and will even get a little put out when someone ignores her.

Her friend, Paula, chalks it up to the nasty divorce she'd gone through two years ago, and that Janice's wanton behavior was her way of getting back at her cheating ex-husband. Janice thought that was a bunch of baloney. She just wanted a good, hard fuck by a good, hard cock attached to a willing and able man. Simple as that. Besides, she was thirty-two with two teenage boys; her sex appeal card wouldn't last forever, and who knew how long before they would hire some young little thing with a mini skirted long legged pert boobed replacement who would steal all of her precious attention?

Still, though . . . she found herself a little bored these days. She'd fucked most of the hunks here at least twice. And the ones that she really liked were either fired by jealous supervisors, or were frightened that word of their lovemaking would make it back to those jealous supervisors. God, it's been two days, she thought. I need some dick in me. Right. Now.

She considered the cute black boy from the Sales Department when Graham Purcel, the Mailroom Clerk, trudged past her open office room on his usual . . . route. She felt herself smile, steamy images of being pressed into a Mailroom shelf flashing through her mind. Heat flushed her skin, flame flickering to life between her thighs. He was the only person she hadn't let touch her. It was time to change that. She rose from behind her desk, five-inch stiletto's clicking on the flooring. She unbuttoned her black suit jacket, and then a few buttons of her crisp white button-down to reveal a bit of her creamy, ample cleavage. She tossed her platinum-blonde behind her shoulders, and stalked out of her office with a supermodel's grace.

She strode past the gangly, curly-haired Mailroom clerk and his cart, not-so-much as glancing at him, hair bouncing behind her. But he could feel his eyes locked on her back on her as and her mouth turned up at the corners. I wonder why I never bothered with him before? she wondered. She usually went for the quiet, brooding types and Graham was as quiet as they came. He embodied teenage angst. The best kind of angst, Janice thought, as they tended to release a good deal of that latent hostility through sex. Good and rough, just the way she liked it.

She shot a quick glance over her shoulder. It appeared Graham was done with his little office route already. Good, she thought. She wouldn't have to wait for long in the Mailroom. Though, she did kind of want to make the place a little more . . . fuck-friendly before he arrived. Oh well, she'd just have to make do. She was good at that. She hurried her pace.

She arrived in the Mailroom minutes later. It was surprisingly large, and not-surprisingly littered with mail. A large, gray cubby-hole unit covered the entire west wall. Against the northern wall, copy and fax machines sat upon large folding tables, where even more mail was cluttered. A tan, dated computer hummed in one of the corners, the monitor displaying a bright green font against a black screen. They either lacked the funds to make this place look a little better, or simply didn't care. She leaned toward the latter.

Janice shrugged off her jacket and draped it over the back of an old office chair, and perched herself atop one of the folding tables, uncaring for the mail she sat upon.

Graham's cart pushed open the Mailroom's door as she draped one thigh over the other. She made her face an expressionless mask. It took every erg of her self-control to keep from laughing when his pale-green eyes widened, discovering her sitting primly in his tiny little Mailroom. He hadn't noticed her until he was half-way inside.

"Uh . . . Miss Brooks?" Graham said, his face twisted with uncertainty and diffidence. The door clicked shut behind him.

She hopped off the table, moving toward him, heels clicking against the tiled floor. She gripped his navy-blue tie and pulled him close, her chest pressing against his. Janice barely reached his chin.

Graham became stock still, confusion drawing his eyebrows together. His pale-green eyes met hers, as if searching to see what she'd truly been up to. "Miss Brooks" he said again, and she chuckled, brushing her lips against his jawline. She felt him tense up, and her smile grew wider.

"I need some dick," Janice informed him, as if she was requesting stapler. "And you're going to give it to me. Okay?" He said nothing. She pushed him back until he hit the door, lowering herself to a crouch, her skirt hiking up around her waist. Of course, she wore no panties. They only got in the way when it came time to get down to business. She went to undoing his belt buckle, and then his zipper.

"But you're Human Resources . . ." He said shakily, tangling his hands in his hair. He played the reluctant card. They all did. But just like the others, he'd do nothing about it.

"So? We need love, too, you know," Janice said, her words weighed with sarcasm. Before she could pull down his boxers, he covered himself. She glanced up, noticing the shame that'd colored him beet red. She almost felt sorry for him, but she had an idea of why he suddenly became physically apprehensive. "What is it, hun? I don't bite."

"I'm not exactly . . . "

Graham wasn't huge, but he wasn't tiny either. God had blessed him with a decent sized cock that was more than enough to please her. Hell, she'd gotten off on smaller

"Hung like a fire hose?" Janice guessed. Graham nodded. "Oh, please," she batted his hands away, and pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out, hard and pulsating, screaming to get inside something.

Graham wasn't huge, but he wasn't tiny either. God had blessed him with a decent sized cock that was more than enough to please her. Hell, she'd gotten off on smaller. She made a satisfied noise, and Graham released a breath, bleeding away the tension. She slid him into her mouth, a moan escaping her. He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tensing up at his sides. She glanced up, taking him deeper into her mouth, tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. She took him deeper still, burying her nose in his pelvis, and slowly dragged back. He let out a soft, shuddering moan. She was enjoying his reactions, his excitement making her twinge in all the right places. She almost didn't feel herself reaching for her slit, fingers tracing along the moistened folds.