Women Seeking Women #29

This lust-drunk tomboy stayed hunkered down after hours in the copy room, ass up on that desk, everything was already in motion. Some bored suit had updated the spreadsheet last summer, old file stamped August first oh six and left it behind for nobody until she cracked the seal. Slow Friday, lights half off, toner mixing with whatever filth they kept pumping out on paper. She pumped two fingers inside herself slow at first, then greedy, breathing through clenched teeth while the machine rattled behind her like it was alive too. Every so often she’d bend deeper, stretch wider, let her wrist slap her own slick skin just for the hell of it. Sweat drops made little darkening circles on the paper jam report underneath her elbows. The last page of porn on the loader cycling in at thumbnail preview, mouthing silently the dirty preview text because who’s gonna know at this hour. Fast-carded date on front of the folder screamed two-thousand-six, she barked out a laugh under her breath knowing some stranger timed it way before, as she clamped her legs tighter and rubbed a thumb under the slippery hood until her toes curled and the ink-print from the sheet above her forehead ended up tattooed right across her cheek. Yes she stayed for the finishing minute, spun once on her ass to face the window side, wiped it clean with the ruined spreadsheet like common office hygiene and left the whole thick folder hanging half out the drawer. Job done, climax done, trouble set for morning when photocopies came up sticky.