After Hours (Audio Script)

Stories

“You’re still here.”

“Yep.”

“I can’t tell if you’re actually this dedicated or if you’re just trying to make a good first impression.”

“A little bit of both, if you can believe it.”

“Well, you should take it easy.

The hard part’s over.”

“The hard part?”

“Getting the job.”

“Well, it’s a job I worked very hard to get.

And one I’d like to keep.”

“Of course.

I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.”

You brush a stray hair out of your face and return your attention to your laptop.

Every inch of your desk is covered with stacks of files and stray papers—but it’s somehow still so orderly.

I’ve gotten that sense from you, that you like organized chaos.

You seem like you thrive under pressure.

What time is it?

Oh, damn, almost midnight.

It’s not all that unusual for associates to work late, but from what I understand you only just joined the firm last month.

You’re probably trying to play catch up and get up to speed on the clients you were just assigned.

“Damn it.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to—”

“Sorry for being short with you.

I’m, uh… I’m not great at being the new girl.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s all good.

I get it.”

“New firm, new clients, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

“Yeah.

I think everyone’s first couple of weeks here are tough.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely.

My first month I was surviving entirely on double shots of espresso and protein bars.”

“And when did that stop?”

“Eh, I get single shots now.”

You sit back in your chair and push away from the desk a little.

I watch you for a moment as you flex your wrists and roll your neck a few times.

The top three buttons on your shirt are undone and you’ve slipped out of your shoes.

You look far more comfortable now than you do during the day.

I’ve noticed you getting a lot of attention in the office already from other associates, even one of the partners.

You’re well-spoken, well-dressed… it’s hard not to notice you, honestly.

It’s no secret the firm is something of a boy’s club.

I wonder what that must be like for you…

No wonder you work so late.

“So, you’ve been doing the whole senior partner thing for almost a decade now, right?

Any tips on how to relax in the little free time we get?”

Your massage the back of your neck, getting a little more forceful with each stroke. The necklace you’re wearing shifts out from under your blouse.

It’s nothing fancy, just a simple circle pendant on a thin silver chain.

There’s something… oddly familiar about it.

“No little pearls of wisdom for me?”

“What? Oh! Uh—sorry, what did you ask?”

“I was just asking if you had any tips for me on

how to relax in such a high-stress job… but now I’m more curious about what you were thinking about.”

“I was just thinking… uh…

I noticed your necklace.

It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, thanks.

It’s new.”

You take the chain in your hands and your fingers work down to the pendant.

You twirl it around idly, wrapping it around your index finger before letting it unfurl.

I know exactly where I’ve seen that necklace.

It’s a subtle symbol people wear to express their interest in submission.

Not as loud or intense as a collar, which shows that you already belong to someone, but… it essentially means the same thing.

“Was it a gift?”

“For myself, yeah.”

You cross your legs, one in front of the other, and look up at me with an amused smile.

I don’t want to be wrong about this, but… it feels like you’re sending me signals.

Like you’re leaving breadcrumbs for me to pick up on, trying to feel out if we’re on the same page.

I’m not your boss, but… I do work above you.

I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… or jeopardize our working relationship in any way, but… I think I’m right about this.

“Anyway, having to be on all the time, working my ass off here to stand out…

I just feel like I need something to help me get out of my head.

Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I think I know… exactly… what you mean.

Are we… we are talking about the same thing, aren’t we?”

“You know what my necklace means?”

“I… yeah, I do.”

“Then, I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same thing.

I just moved here, so I haven’t had much time to find people who share our interests.

I was hoping the necklace would help.”

“If you know, you know.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, the Vamp Room.

Um, it’s downtown.

Great spot for meeting like-minded folks.”

“Such as ourselves?”

“Such as ourselves, yeah.”

For the first time in our entire conversation, my eyes really meet yours and you hold my gaze.

There’s a question in your eyes.

Or maybe it’s more of a challenge…

This conversation is no longer just an acknowledgment of our shared interests.

I think it’s an invitation.

“Well, I guess I should stop for tonight.”

“Ah, before you go…”

“Yes?”

“The Coleman files.

I noticed some mistakes in them.”

“Oh.

Well, I should get on that, then.”

“Yes, I think you should.

They’re in my office.”

Before the words are fully out of my mouth, you’re on your feet and scooping up your black heels.

I turn around and lead the way back to my office.

A rush of heat travels up through my face.

Something about your presence right behind me… how closely you’re following…

I don’t want you to see that my cock is already getting hard.

So, just to put it out there.

Nothing that happens here is going to affect our relationship at the office.

Correct?

“Of course.

And neither of us is feeling… coerced into… anything?”

“Not at all.”

“Same.”

You undo the next two buttons on your shirt with one hand and I catch a brief glimpse of your bra.

You drop your heels and take a few steps toward me.

You’re waiting for my instructions, waiting for me to step into this role… and give you what you seem so desperate for.

If I’m going to do this, I want to do it right.

It’s been a while for me, but… it’s all muscle memory.

“Come here.”

You close the space between us and look up at me.

Your eyes are bright, expectant.