Free Overtime by Roxie Noir Page B

downward progress halted, both the 15 and 16 lights lit.
    Then, very calmly, he removed his suit jacket and hung it neatly over the hand rail.
    “Open your shirt,” he said, as he unbuttoned his cuffs and began to roll them up.
    Obediently, heart pounding, Valerie put down her handbag and jacket and began at the top button of her blouse, loosening it and the next   four, all the way down to her waist, revealing a white bra with scalloping around the edges and a slight flower pattern on the cups. Jasper watched hungrily, never taking his eyes from her as if he was drinking in every single detail of the moment.
    With both hands, Jasper reached into her bra cups, grasping one large breast in each hand, and then lifted them over the top of the bra, crushing the cups below their weight, her nipples just visible above them. She was backed against the mirrored wall of the elevator as he lightly ran his fingers over the nipples, playing with them, squeezing her breasts. Valerie could see a bulge in his pants.
    He pulled away and turned her around, holding her in front of him, the two of them facing the mirror, his head next to hers, staring into her eyes still. One hand disappeared into his pocket and came back with a small black plastic device with a slider on it, and he held it out in front of Valerie.
    She knew what it was. With his other hand he touched her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, firmly kneading it. Valerie watched in the mirror, loved watching him with his sleeves rolled up, her half-naked, him doing whatever he wanted to her here, in this half-public place where firemen could probably break in at any moment.
    “Mr. Declan,” she sighed, leaning back into him.
    “Did you get your pussy waxed like a good girl?” he asked.
    “Find out,” she said, meeting his eyes in the mirror, and then smiling a little.
    With his other hand he grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, roughly, to her waist, exposing the lace panties she was wearing. He ran one finger delicately along the junction of panty and skin, feeling the soft, smooth surface of her after her wax. Then he dipped his fingers under the fabric, running them along her pussy, still wet from before and getting wetter.
    Watching in the mirror, Valerie moaned lightly.
    “Put your foot on the handrail,” he said, and without questioning him, she somehow balanced on one foot while bending her knee and perching the other foot on the handrail, exposing her crotch to the mirror, both of them looking at it.
    “Beautiful,” he said, moving the panties aside slightly, his eyes taking it all in from the mirror. His thumb moved on the plastic remote, sending a hard buzz through Valerie’s core. She jumped and yelped.
    “Shhh,” Jasper said. He smiled.
    “Sorry, Mr. Declan,” Valerie said in a voice that was half-whisper, half moan.
    Instead of answering he plunged two fingers into her waiting cunt, making sure not to move the vibrator off of her clit, moving them around and massaging her g-spot as the vibrator hummed and hummed. It didn’t take Valerie long to get to the brink.
    Suddenly, the elevator’s call box crackled to life.
    “What’s your emergency?” a woman’s voice asked, thick with a New Jersey accent.
    Valerie’s eyes widened in surprise. Neither the vibrator or the fingers let up, even for a moment.
    “No emergency,” said Jasper in a perfectly reasonable voice that gave no indication he had two fingers up his assistant’s cunt. “Hit the button by accident. My apologies.” He pinched her nipple again. Valerie made a soft whimper and a gasp, and Jasper looked at her in the mirror, piercingly, studying her whole body.
    “All right,” said the disembodied voice. “Gimme a minute, we’ll have you moving again.”
    “Thank you so much,” Jasper said, and turned the vibrator up to max.
    “Oohhhhh,” Valerie moaned, unable to stop herself any longer. Between the fingers and the vibrator, she couldn’t hold out and