“You have a plan. Enlighten me,” I’d said to Maddie. But she’d been smug. She thought she was taking a morsel of power. But she still had her skirt round her waist, and she’d pushed her knickers down and kicked them off while I’d bent her over the photocopier and had her.
Her inner thighs shone damply, from the glaze of her arousal fluids and a trickle of my come.
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.