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It is Friday night, past closing hours. Alice is still sorting out some documents inside Joe's office. Joe walks in. He just returned from a long meeting with Wrestler and other members of the board. They had to re-evaluate the development of some cases, take stock of the year's profits and allocate funds to the planning of their grand end-of-year celebrations. The staff football game was postponed, but they still intend to host a gala two weeks from now, as well as their annual camping trip in January, next year. Joe drops some files on his desk and places his suit jacket on the hanger. 

"Please, don't forget to put the deed to the house in the first drawer!", he echoes at Alice, who is by the shelf at the other end of the office. 

"Okay! But I can't seem to find it.", she replies, with a huge pile of documents in her arm. 

"Really? But I'm sure I brought it in with the other documents yesterday." Joe starts to walk down to assist her in the search. 

Upon reaching the file cabinet, Alice mistakenly drops some case files on the floor. "Damn it.. Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry."

Almost immediately, they both bend down and start to gather them simultaneously.

"It's alright..", Joe replies. Then he adds, with a blooming smile, "..I've seen clumsier people."

"..Ouch!" Alice exclaims, before blushes naughtily. They both start to laugh. Afterwards, the two pause for a moment, forgetting that they are now staring into each other's eyes much too intently for 'boss and secretary'. 

Alice snaps out first and quickly rises up. She places the files in the open drawer of the cabinet beside the shelf. Joe does the same. But before rising, he picks up a pale looking document. "I've found the deed.", he says. 

Alice turns back in surprise and sighs, "Oh, of course it was there all along.." 

Joe smiles, "..Right under your nose."

Alice sighs again while puffing out air. She attempts to collect the file from Joe but roguishly, he holds onto it firmly and prevents her from removing it from his grasp. While they both keep tugging at the paper lightly, Joe lets go unexpectedly but in a slow seductive manner. Alice's back is against the cabinet now and he is standing directly in front of her. Truth be told, she is somewhat trapped. She rolls her eyes at his silly behaviour and then turns to keep the file inside the cabinet drawer. Upon turning back, she finds Joe still standing there; much too close for comfort and staring at her intently. Gradually becoming overwhelmed by his eyes and warmth looming over her body, her cheeks start to flush. She begins to feel a lump in her throat. All of a sudden, the rooms starts to get hotter. She does not know what to say or do. Firmly rooted to the spot, she becomes ensnared by Joe's increasingly needy gaze. His face looks cuter than ever right now. And the flame of sheer desire kindled in his eyes is burning her up. She keeps staring ardently at him, wondering, 'What is he doing? What is he thinking?'

As they gaze into each other's eyes and breathe each other's air, Joe beholds Alice's astonishing beauty; one almost hidden by the humongous glasses and the poorly done hair. She may have everyone fooled. But him? He sees her for who she really is—a blue-eyed goddess capable of drowning any man in her eyes. Alice could pass for a queen any day. Her golden locks keep glistening in the dim light of the office despite her modest coiffure. And as she blushes, the rouge on her cheeks glows like an orange sunset. Her lips are so red and full, they're almost beckoning him to crush them with his, to nip at them and taste their strawberry flavour. Oh, how he'd ravish those lips. 

Joe takes in a slow breath. Her smooth skin scents of lavender and rose. And her breath; fresh as the morning breeze. Her body is more than appealing; so slender, so beautiful, with curves on all the right places. Not to mention, her ample bosom looks so erect and gorgeous in that bright pink shirt she wears to the office every Friday. Joe almost feels like they're beckoning him, for his lips and his gentle touch. Her wide hips and derriere look even more stunning in the tight black skirt she is putting on. Somehow, in his eyes, her skirt always appears shorter than it is. 'If only I could pull it up to get a better look.. Shit', he exclaims within. He is used to being in control, but Alice is so sexy, it's driving him crazy. 

'Damn it.' Her enthralled demeanor right now is not making things any easier for his raging hormones. He can literally see it in her eyes. She wants him to take her. She wants him to fill her with himself and she isn't looking shy about it. It's flattering to know. But Joe would have felt better if he didn't desire her as much and if he didn't feel like giggling every time he saw her. The emotional vulnerability is unsettling. But the sexual feeling, as much as he is not admitting it, he actually enjoys. 

Joe licks his lips slowly. 

He can't help but imagine how soft Alice would feel against him, if her slender legs were wrapped around his waist and her fists clenched firmly against his magnificent backside, while they were smooching like there was no tomorrow. He aches so painfully to grab her, to caress her, to warm her with his breath and drive her insane with his touch. Joe is so smitten with this woman. that he almost hates being a man. He loathes the fact that the mere sight of her could make him lose his marbles so easily. Right now, he is hopelessly horny and all his seduction lights are on, beckoning on Alice to loose control and if possible, grab him first. Somewhere deep down, he is afraid of getting rejected and isn't completely sure whether to make the first move or if now is the right time. He feels like snatching her lips with his. But should he? 

Should he assuage the hungry beast within himself? Should he devour Alice slowly, until there's nothing left? Should he succumb to this dangerous temptation here and now?      

Alice is equally conflicted. At this delicate point in her career, the last thing she needs is a distraction; a nuisance, a thorn in her side. But here he is, standing before her like the devil himself, much too close for comfort and tempting her to do the unthinkable. With all her might, she tries to back away from him; to break out of his invisible grip, but she is only human. The sight of Joe is too pleasant to ignore. She cannot help but allow herself revel in the warmth of his body and draw in his every breath, as though it were rejuvenating her spirit. He has such beautiful brown eyes complementing his ebony eyebrows, which always give him a perpetually stern but sexy look. Right now, they are scrutinizing every inch of her body and boy, is she loving it! 

'How could anyone have such a perfect jawline?', she wonders. Joe's is so square; so sharp. And his short black stubble is decorating it in such a delectable way, that she almost has a strange desire to pluck off a each strand with her teeth. His ebony-black hair as well is so neatly cut, it's baffling. And oh, his lips are another story entirely; so soft; so full, she wants to bite them hard. She can still remember how they from the last time they kissed. Alice cannot help but imagine what they would feel like against her G-spot, nipping her in the bud, with Joe's face drowning between her thighs. ‘What the hell, Alice! Pull yourself together!', she scolds herself within.
If only that were possible.
When Alice's eyes wander below, she realizes that this man's handsome face is the least of her worries. Joe's body is like a chocolate statue of zeus, elaborately chiseled from top to bottom. And yes, his fundament is monumental and looks harder than steel. His white shirt is unbuttoned enough for her to see the bold fissure on his thick chest. And the sparse hair scattered across it, is turning her on in ways she does not yet understand. My my! The savage way in which those biceps are battling against the seams of his sleeves, is so hot, it's driving her insane. Never before has any woman's flesh pined so much for a man's touch; a man's kiss, a man's caress. Too bad she is the lady. Heaven knows that by now, she would have grabbed him, pinned him to the cabinet beside the shelf and had her way with his lips until she was fully satiated. 'But would he be willing to do that to me instead?' She wonders, '..Make the first move?', before Joe finally grabs her. 

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(The Wrestler Residence..) 

This winter night is one of a kind. The weather is frosty and the wintry sky is dark. But the rain keeps drizzling copiously amidst the falling crystals of snow. The only lights beaming are from the bulbs and street lamps in and around the Wrestler home  and compound. 

"Have you found the last pearl?", asks a middle-aged woman while she walks out toward the threshold of the mansion. 

"Yes, ma'am. Just behind the vase.", the maid replies.

"Alright. Please take them up to my bedroom and pour them in the jewel box. Leave em there until I get back.", the woman says, as the chandelier lights begin to irradiate her ivory skin, her golden hair and her magnificent dinner gown. 

"Okay, ma'am.", the maid nods. 

"Liz! If we wait any longer, António might leave without us.", Ronald echoes from outside the large threshold of the house while staring at his watch. 

Liz then comes out and responds before reaching for his arm, "Well, if it comes to that, I guess I'll have to call a cab company. What's that popular one again?.."

"..Hell if I know.", Ronald answers. 

They kiss warmly. 

Holding Liz closer in a half-embrace, Ronald whispers into her ear tenderly, "I'll get you some new pearls tomorrow."

"Don't worry. Your mother gave me those pearls the day our daughter was born. I'll get them coupled and they'll be good as new." Liz responds. "Thank you", she adds, before warmly pecking him on the cheek. 

"And yet you ask why I say you're the best woman in the world", Ronald mutters with an earnest smile. 

The umbrellas open and they both head out under the rain towards the parked limousine. The headlights are on and Ronald enters into the back seat of the car through one of the passenger doors while Liz is assisted into the other side by the handsome chauffeur. 

"Thank you, Tony." she says, as António takes her umbrella and holds it over the car door while she enters. 

"My pleasure ma'am." he responds cordially, before closing the door like a gentleman. Afterwards, he heads to the driver's seat and with his almost glistening white gloves takes the steering wheel and puts on the music. 

"Happy Anniversary, dear." Ronald says to his wife, as they smile at each other passionately while holding hands. 

The sleek car drives away. 

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(At the law firm..) 

The ground floor janitors have started cleaning, and a lot of staff have gone back home. However, the lights across all the floors are still on, because a few people tend to stay back and work late into the night, especially now that the office year is ending and attorneys are working diligently to close some pending cases, plan for the end of year activities et cetera. Some people just don't like going home early. And the office approves. 

Inside Joe's office, whilst wrapped in each other's arms, Alice and Joe pine for one another all the more. What they feel for each other is not something that they fully understand. All they know right now is that they want to be together and consequences be damned. 

Alice scarcely draws in her next breath before Joe begins to smother her with kisses, each one more intense than the last. With one arm encircled around her curvy waist, he slowly pulls her toward the door and then closes it behind him, twisting its lock shut. 

No sooner does he complete this task, than Alice jumps on him with the agility of a tigress, wrapping her slender legs around his waist and anchoring herself with his firm butt. Oh, how she loves it so! The pressure of Joe's hardness against the fringe of her threshold starts to loosen her sedulous lips into an aching gasp while she roguishly entangles his tongue with hers. 

Taking control once again, Joe pulls back her loosely bound hair and starts to nip ferociously at her jaw, then her neck, then her collar bone. In absolute pleasure, Alice responds by letting out soft moans of ecstasy, relishing each pinch from his lips and each sting from his beard. 

In response, Joe snatches her lips once more, as though she were only allowed to moan when he gave the order. Eventually, her time will come to subdue him. Besides, her rosy lips taste so delicious; so sweet like honey from a comb, that he is interested in nothing else but tasting her. 

With delicate finesse, he squeezes both lobes of her fluffy ass with his warm palms and they feel so smooth; so soft, that he aches to bury his face inside them and tease her with bites across their flushed cheeks. Sadly, his lips are a bit preoccupied at the moment, thus he allows his hands to keep them busy for now. While kissing Alice, he keeps massaging her so dexterously, that she is unable to contain her pleasure. She slides one hand down below his silver belt to invade his nether regions and fondle him hard. Then with her teeth, she drags out his lower lip and lets out a heavy sigh before sinking into his throat again. How savage of her! Joe loves it when Alice is savage and when she doesn't feel any inhibition towards touching him, especially there. In response, he keeps squeezing on her backside even more to relish her tenderness. 'Damn!', he exclaims within. Alice makes him want to moan helplessly. He is trying to keep his cool, but right now, he desires to remain in contact with her so badly that he could meld with her flesh.

"Squeeze my ass, Joe." Alice whispers in a bodacious tone. Spontaneously, the sound of her voice pleases him so much, that he begins to feel a cold rush of immense tingling streaming through his already raging testicles. His starving cock is nearly sprained from pulsating recklessly. He wants her. He needs her now. He pines to feel her softness strangling his dick. And judging by the number of times Alice has grabbed his crotch and fondled the length of his hardened shaft, she wants it too. Therefore suddenly, he hoists her up onto his mountainous torso and carries her to his desk.

The granular lights of the New York City night are already in view. And it is way past closing hours. It is most probable however, that neither Joe nor Alice will be returning home tonight.

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