The Night Shift

by Rachel Cray

ADULTS ONLY. Caroline Conway works for a prestigious international law firm in London, and falls in love with one of the I.T. managers. They can't see much of each other because he works on a permanent night shift. Staying late one evening, she witnesses a scene in the office executive suite which leaves her open to blackmail; sexual favours are demanded of her by a female senior partner, who is a control freak, and her paralegal lackey. How can she escape this situation? There is a way out, but the path she chooses only leads her into more trouble... with an added danger that she may never see her lover again. She is all alone now. Is there anyone she can turn to for help? I found him waiting outside the toilet for the disabled, and I followed him in. Without speaking, he pulled his pants down and leaned against the wall. I knelt on the floor and took his dick in my mouth. He’d lied to me; in his phone call, he gave me the impression that he was already aroused. But his dick was still small. I was being used. I wanted to bite it hard, but I’d have to save that revenge for a bed-time fantasy sometime. He remained silent. He didn’t touch me; he was impassive, almost like a statue waiting to be brought to life. I looked up at his face; he was staring straight ahead at the wall opposite. I was his slave. I felt this weird, unloving liaison becoming even stranger. I wasn’t timing the event, but I was getting the impression this was going to take me a lot more than five minutes to work him into a climax. Undaunted, I carried on. Soon he was hard; I pulled away and judged his shaft was sufficiently lubricated for me to finish off by using my hand curled round it. If he wasn’t going to talk to me, I wasn’t going to say anything to him. He had created a strange ambience to this episode, an atmosphere which – in its quietness – was imbued with a peculiar erotic tension. I got to my feet and faced him. He retained that expressionless, impenetrable gaze. I continued masturbating him; his penis was now nearly upright in my hand. I moved my face closer to his and, in an act of defiance, pressed my lips against his. My tongue forced its way through into his mouth. He groaned. Suddenly his face became alive, and his tongue moved to brush against mine. I took this as a signal, and stopped stroking him. I felt his dick pulsate and the warm fluid ejaculate into my hand, running down my fingers Suddenly I realised I wanted to come; I wanted to come badly. But I had to suppress the urge, and finish what he had begun in this small chamber. I could satisfy my craving in my own solitude when I was done here. I drew away from him; we were still standing close, face to face, as he pulled up his pants. He looked at me, still without speaking, and gave me a look which I took to be disdain. Impulsively, I kissed him again, cramming my tongue into his mouth as far as it would stretch; at the same time I stroked his forehead, smearing him with his semen, now growing sticky and cold in my hand. If I was hoping for a reaction, there was none. Disappointed, I pulled away from him again; he brushed past me and unlocked the toilet door.

123 pages, Kindle Edition

First published December 3, 2012

About the author

I write erotic romances - mostly in novella length (around 30,000 words, or the equivalent of 120 pages in a paperback), price 99 cents on Kindle.

Recent stories have been erotic romances set in U.S. law firms; I used to be the director of administration at the London office of a large U.S. law firm for many years, and there were love affairs bouncing all over the place. Needless to add, the characters in my U.S. law firm are very horny and very hot!
I also write a series set in a fictional English country town of Maybourne, where there are all kinds of horny characters!
I first started writing when I was eight years old, encouraged by my schoolteacher. I remember writing two long stories in that year: one about a spacewoman (that's a lady astronaut in today's parlance) and another about a girl stranded on a desert island. I wrote two pages (both sides of one sheet) every day, and they were circulated as a serial round the class. Both stories ran to around 16 episodes! Then, moving into puberty, I began experimenting with more "adult" subjects which got me into trouble with my headmaster. So I gave it a rest for a few years....
I've written historical fiction as well (based on my PhD research studies at university) and I might dig that out and publish it sometime.
Other personal stuff: I'm married with two children and have grandchildren (which I don't see often enough). I've worked in several European countries, first as a secretary and then as an executive assistant, before settling in Surrey, England, when I returned to working in London.
See my blog at www.rachelcray.com - regularly updated with discussion about the genre in which I write (erotic romance).