Free Yesterday's Tomorrows by M. E. Montgomery Page A
Authors: M. E. Montgomery
neglecting her duties. This was in stark contrast to her co-worker, Misty, who could frequently be seen leaning against a desk openly flirting with many of the male staff. I'd been the target of Misty on more than one occasion while Linda ‘tsked’ disapprovingly from her desk. I had no interest in Misty other than it was funny to watch my straitlaced secretary get riled up.
I yanked the sticky note off the folder; there was little point creating more work for Saint Madelyn. It was another excuse not to go home to my empty apartment, too. I headed to the workroom area two floors down where there were bigger copying machines better equipped to manage the number of papers I needed to be copied and compiled. As I neared the door, I became aware of low mumbles and short rounds of laughter. The cleaning staff must be here. I hesitated outside the door as I heard what was being said.
"Hi there. What can I do for you?" a woman's voice said. I jumped, believing she was talking to me until I realized I couldn't be seen.
I heard her throaty laughter. "Hi, Kyle. Don't worry. That's what I'm here for. I promise to make this easy for you."
Puzzled by what kind of meeting could be taking place at this hour, I hid in the hallway and continued to listen.
"Alright. Let's see what you've got...Oh, wow, yes, you've certainly got a hard one there. Long one, too. I'm glad you called, so I can help you with that."
What the fuck? Hard and long? How exactly was she going to help with it?
I don't know who the hell Kyle was, but under other circumstances, I might have enjoyed hearing that same voice making the same promise from between my thighs. Her voice was warm and inviting; seductive even. Apparently, my dick thought so, too, judging by how it was straining against my zipper. I cursed myself for responding even slightly, today of all days.
"No, I think you need to try a different angle...mmm…here, try starting here…yes, that’s better, now you’re ready to slide it…yes, you've almost got it…keep going…yes…a little more…there ya go…now finish…yes…excellent!”
Flustered by the words and irritated by my reaction to them, I decided to put an end to whatever the fuck was going in there, hopefully not actual fucking of any kind; I really wasn't into voyeurism. I took about three steps into the room before I froze.
There sat Madelyn, a huge smile on her face as she sat talking into a headset in front of a computer. I almost didn't recognize her - her face was flushed and her hair swung freely about her shoulders in a new style instead of held captive in her usual tight braid. She looked exhilarated. It stopped me in my tracks and anything I was about to say lodged in my throat.
I must have made some sort of sound because she suddenly turned in my direction. She almost fell out of her chair. Huge eyes settled on me as her hand slapped across her chest.
"Mr. Andrews," she choked. She mumbled something into her mouthpiece and yanked the headset off her head, glancing sideways at the computer before staring at me. "What do you mean barging in here like that? You scared me half to death!"
I managed to recover my voice and kept it from squeaking like the prepubescent teenager I was feeling like after listening to her erotic words. "I hardly barged. And why are you still here and what the hell are you doing?" I strode closer until my legs bumped into her knees. Her jaw worked up and down as if she couldn't form the right words. I could read surprise and confusion in her rapidly blinking eyes. However, the fear I also saw in them as she tried to shrink backward into her seat didn't sit well with me.
I took a step backward. "Well? What are you doing after hours on a company computer talking to, who was it? Kyle?"
"I...I was just helping a student with a math problem, flipping and sliding geometric shapes to be exact. I'm an online tutor. I have permission from Mrs. Holmes to use the computer until I get one of my own." She
I yanked the sticky note off the folder; there was little point creating more work for Saint Madelyn. It was another excuse not to go home to my empty apartment, too. I headed to the workroom area two floors down where there were bigger copying machines better equipped to manage the number of papers I needed to be copied and compiled. As I neared the door, I became aware of low mumbles and short rounds of laughter. The cleaning staff must be here. I hesitated outside the door as I heard what was being said.
"Hi there. What can I do for you?" a woman's voice said. I jumped, believing she was talking to me until I realized I couldn't be seen.
I heard her throaty laughter. "Hi, Kyle. Don't worry. That's what I'm here for. I promise to make this easy for you."
Puzzled by what kind of meeting could be taking place at this hour, I hid in the hallway and continued to listen.
"Alright. Let's see what you've got...Oh, wow, yes, you've certainly got a hard one there. Long one, too. I'm glad you called, so I can help you with that."
What the fuck? Hard and long? How exactly was she going to help with it?
I don't know who the hell Kyle was, but under other circumstances, I might have enjoyed hearing that same voice making the same promise from between my thighs. Her voice was warm and inviting; seductive even. Apparently, my dick thought so, too, judging by how it was straining against my zipper. I cursed myself for responding even slightly, today of all days.
"No, I think you need to try a different angle...mmm…here, try starting here…yes, that’s better, now you’re ready to slide it…yes, you've almost got it…keep going…yes…a little more…there ya go…now finish…yes…excellent!”
Flustered by the words and irritated by my reaction to them, I decided to put an end to whatever the fuck was going in there, hopefully not actual fucking of any kind; I really wasn't into voyeurism. I took about three steps into the room before I froze.
There sat Madelyn, a huge smile on her face as she sat talking into a headset in front of a computer. I almost didn't recognize her - her face was flushed and her hair swung freely about her shoulders in a new style instead of held captive in her usual tight braid. She looked exhilarated. It stopped me in my tracks and anything I was about to say lodged in my throat.
I must have made some sort of sound because she suddenly turned in my direction. She almost fell out of her chair. Huge eyes settled on me as her hand slapped across her chest.
"Mr. Andrews," she choked. She mumbled something into her mouthpiece and yanked the headset off her head, glancing sideways at the computer before staring at me. "What do you mean barging in here like that? You scared me half to death!"
I managed to recover my voice and kept it from squeaking like the prepubescent teenager I was feeling like after listening to her erotic words. "I hardly barged. And why are you still here and what the hell are you doing?" I strode closer until my legs bumped into her knees. Her jaw worked up and down as if she couldn't form the right words. I could read surprise and confusion in her rapidly blinking eyes. However, the fear I also saw in them as she tried to shrink backward into her seat didn't sit well with me.
I took a step backward. "Well? What are you doing after hours on a company computer talking to, who was it? Kyle?"
"I...I was just helping a student with a math problem, flipping and sliding geometric shapes to be exact. I'm an online tutor. I have permission from Mrs. Holmes to use the computer until I get one of my own." She