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I watched as she eyed the people in the room. She had the look of a lioness on the hunt. It had been a while since Katrina had taken what she wanted, a while since someone gave her what she wanted. She was by no means desperate, she was never desperate. Yet, when she got what she wanted, she was going to be wild. She was going to fuck like a wild slut. I watched as she glanced at everyone, her deep blue eyes scanning everybody on the floor. Yesterday her eyes were green, they changed almost daily. Jokingly, I often told her she was a mutant. The scan was seemingly innocent but everyone in the room had been evaluated. She knew all of us well, myself probably the best. We had worked together at Eddie's News Channel Six for the last three years. I'd been here four years before her. Katrina is without doubt my favorite person in the world.We made a rocky start to our working relationship and, to be honest, things were awkward at best for some time. She had joined Eddie's a few days before the annual holiday party and, at the party, she'd definitely over indulged at the open bar. She had moved here ahead of her son and husband, and sought to drown her loneliness in the free spirits. Drunkenly, she stumbled onto me and a co-worker in a back office. It didn't help that I was dressed as Santa and I was punishing the naughty little elf bent over the desk. Katrina could have left, but no, she stayed and watched. Awkward. Then, after we finished, she drunkenly critiqued us! The next morning, she apologized repeatedly. From there, things got more awkward when she found out the naughty little elf didn't actually work at Eddie's but was the boss?s daughter. We've got past it and have even shared the occasional joke about fat men in red suits and sluts in green, not that I was anywhere close to fat. I continued to watch her as she talked to junior technicians, advising them on something - or rather, instructing them in their tasks. From my chair behind the main broadcast rack, I watched everyone in the studio, keeping tabs on the various projects and employees. I continued to watch Katrina when she wasn?t looking. She had lost weight and then gained muscle and tone. The yoga program she introduced to the workplace was really paying off. I checked the work I was editing and looked up again, catching her beautiful eyes just before they returned porno hikayeler (http://seksolog.org/) to the most junior of our technicians. Had she been looking to see if I was checking on her? I couldn't help but smile. Her eyes always changed color but today they were blue, my favorite color. Besides my obvious attraction, Katrina and I worked well together and we never crossed each other?s boundaries. Not that either of us had actually ever discussed what those boundaries were. I wasn?t actually sure what they might be. We flirted, joked and, once in a while, shared stories but we had not gone further. We were both married and loved our significant others. Yet we always discussed the people we'd flirted with throughout the week, like we were two generals discussing battles won and lost or strategic moves we'd made and rewards received. We agreed monogamy was unnatural. If we were meant to love only one person forever we'd be Swans. Neither of us ever cheated, though. At least, not that I knew of on her part. I looked up again to check on Katrina. She was gone. A quick scan of the room proved it was devoid of Katrina. The door hadn't been opened, my ears would have popped from the pressure change. That only left behind me and I refused to look. She'd win, it was an unspoken game. A game with no real rules or objective, but if I looked I would feel like she had scored a point. As much as she's a lioness, I'm a lion. We are very dominant, yet we both submit at times. We were flips, dominating one minute and submitting the next. In these relationships the sub has all the power. No matter what, the sub can always say, "No." That makes the sub the one with all the power. By this logic it also meant the Dom has to be that much more skilled to earn the "yes" and keep it. Most people don't understand that and fewer people understood flips. We wanted and enjoyed letting people take control, letting them think they had all the power then turning the tables on them. I felt her near me; she hadn't gotten close enough yet to touch me but she was right there. My eyes darted to the clock, 5:45pm, the crew would be packing up in a few minutes and leaving. I decided to make the first move, so I pounced. "Any plans for tonight?" I asked as if there was no doubt she was behind me. Some would say breaking the silence first was a point scored seks hikayeleri (http://seksolog.org/) for her, in this unspoken game. Some being her. To me it was a point earned: I'd spoken first but she also knew that I'd known she was there. I waited in silence and was about to turn and check if I was wrong when she finally spoke. "Nope. Here all night. Got the night shift," she said as she approached and leaned against the desk, her hip brushing against me. Each night a trained employee stayed to monitor the system?s pre-recorded broadcast. If there were any issues and Channel Six didn't broadcast ,it would mean a million-plus in revenue to the Board of Directors. I stayed each night during the week. It gave me a chance to train people better, and to get to know them. We had a bunch of employees I otherwise wouldn't know as well. Katrina scheduled who stayed what nights and I rarely checked; I liked to let it be a surprise. Most of the employees were fun to hang out with after hours and it gave them the chance to see me as more than the typical boss. ?Guess I drew the short straw tonight huh?" I said, poking a little fun at her. "Really?" she asked incredulously. "I thought I was one of the fun ones? I mean I'm no elf, but I'm not without perks," she said smiling as she shifted her body to lean against me. So, it was the accidental touch game she was playing. I moved some papers on the desk, letting a pen roll off the side. I bent to pick it up, getting a great view of her killer legs. I reached for the pen, my arm grazing her leg in the process. She moved again and leaned entirely against the desk. Her firm ass pressed against the papers I had just shifted. I tried to move them out from under her but she didn?t budge. I looked up, making eye contact and using the movement to check out the rest of her. Her legs had definitely toned up, although they were sadly but appropriately crossed now, the pin stripped pencil skirt hugging her tight frame. A loose blouse concealed her firm perky breasts which she never flaunted but always seemed to accentuate by crossing her arms under them. My perfect head movement took her all in, including her devilish smile. I had spent a long time perfecting the movement so my eyes never lingered and I always kept eye contact afterwards. "You are definitely no elf," I agreed, knowing she would wonder sex hikayeleri (http://seksolog.org/) but not ask what that meant. I stood up to leave. "You got the helm for a few minutes?" I asked, moving to make room for her to get off my desk and sit. She took the seat with a smile. "Like how you changed the subject," she said, still smiling but more wickedly now.*I returned her smile as I turned and walked away. The rest of the day I was kept busy preparing for the close of week meeting with the Board of Directors. After that meeting, I ran down to my office and grabbed the laundry bag. I stayed here all week and went home on weekends. The station kept laundry machines for outfits, costumes, and stuff they used on set. I tossed my clothes all into a machine, added a laundry pod and went back to my office. I was clicking away at the computer, reading and replying to reports, when my office door opened. Katrina walked in with my laundry bag. An involuntarily smile cracked my face. "Laundry service now?" I asked as I stood to take the bag she offered. "In your wildest dreams," she said, tossing the bag into a spare chair. I noticed she had changed the professional skirt and blouse for yoga pants and a Star Wars T-shirt. She plopped into the chair opposite mine and put her feet up on my desk. I eyed them with one eye brow raised until she reluctantly pulled them down. We exchanged small talk as I folded my clothes: the usual how's the family and kids. As for sex - apparently, it had been weeks for her because Steven, her husband, was grounded. He had been arrested for public intoxication. I couldn't help but smile. This was typical for her to ground him. "Poor you. I don't have that problem. The grounding." I held up four fingers. "I wish it?d been four days," she pouted "No, four times today." I chuckled. She looked at me confused so I reached over and grabbed her hand. I closed her fist then extended her index and middle finger.*"Sweetie go take care of business," I said smiling and went back to folding laundry. She stood and, for a second, I thought she was going to actually leave and do as I had suggested. I was sorely let down when she took the shirt from my hands. "Seriously you are terrible at this," she commented. "Look you fold it like this. Grip here and here and turn away from you," she explained while demonstrating, folding the undershirt into a perfect wrinkle free square. I was honestly impressed. Not that I?d let her know. I grabbed the next shirt and tried her way. I got the motions but I did not succeed in a perfect wrinkle free square. I shrugged and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs.