Three’s Company Scene 2

They called it a work and bond layout, every desk in the office that didn’t belong to an executive was lined up, then crammed into rows, and only little half sided cubicles were used. It gave everyone their own personal space, but it also let everyone talk to each other. They said it would foster a good work environment. All it actually did was foster bitchy people into being forced to put up with one another every day, you know collaborative. Dana sat in her urban cage, typing away on some data entry items, and she listened in on the people around her.

“Laura, why don’t you just eat a cunt!” Alyson blurted across the room.

“You know what wench, why don’t you just eat me!” Laura retorted in the same shrill voice.

“LADIES!!” Leo popped his head out of his door. “Why don’t you use your inside voices, and why don’t you cut the potty mouth talk. That really is enough.” Leo turned back into his own cage, and he slammed the door behind him. All of the women laughed in unison, even Dana, and they all got a good laugh from the tyraid.

“Whore!” You could hear Laura put back up.

“Slut!” Alyson instantly replied back.

Dana had lost her train of thought, and it was still too early in the day for all the crap. She couldn’t seem to get back on track, and it became obvious she would need get up from this desk some time soon. She planned her route. She could go to the restroom, then get some coffee. One more stop in the restroom on the way back, and she could easily stretch the entire stint to at least twenty minutes. That would give her some energy to focus on what she was doing. She stood up from the terminal, and she leaned over the side of her cubicle.

“Hey Carol, you up for short break?” She invited her friend to come along on the adventure.

“Sure, I will come around. The usual route?” Carol asked.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” Dana stretched her back, feeling freed from the desk chair, she pulled down the jacket to her suit, and she moved through the opening of the half width wall. As she stepped out into the walkway, she stopped, and waited for Carol to make it out of her side, then around the corner to meet her. Moments later Carol turned through, and she matched her slow pace as they marched toward the restroom.

“How are you my dear?” A sweet demeanor in her voice. It hadn’t been twenty four hours since she had left her house, feeling somewhat bow legged from the pounding Greg had put into her on the couch.

Dana smiled, and blushed a bit. She hadn’t attempted to bring anyone from work home with her before, but she had never given up the chance to bury her face in some pussy when the opportunity arose. “I’m doing good. I guess I don’t have to wonder if you are gonna talk about it. I wasn’t sure how you might feel about me today.”

“Don’t worry doll, I don’t do things I don’t want to. If I was going to have any issues, I would have walked out the door, and said thanks for the nice meal.” Carol replied honestly.

“Well that is good to know, I was worried the fact you had put your pussy on my face would make you hate me or something.” Dana smiled back, shooting her a half grin.

Carol blushed at the thought, and her twat warmed as she replayed the fucking over in her head. Dana held the door to the restroom open for her, and they both went in, taking the stalls next to each other. Both of them had the courtesy to tend to their own business, and when they were done they washed up at the sinks, then made their way from the facilities. They picked up the conversation as if it hadn’t ended the moment they came out of the room.

“You want to do lunch today? I was thinking we could hit that little sushi place down the block. I kinda have a craving for it.” Carol asked.

“That sounds good, I’m there. That does sound really good.” Dana replied. They both smiled at one another again, and when they made eye contact, they held the gaze for a little too long. Once again they both smiled, this time letting out nervous giggles as they did it. They made their way into the break room. Dana pulled two cups from the cabinet. She poured them both mostly full cups, and she handed Carol two packs of sugar, knowing that was what she took. Carol tore the tops and poured out the contents, mixing in a creamer as well. When they were finished they started to slowly move back to the cubicle area, making way for the line that inevitably begins to form when someone else makes the move for break.

“You should have seen Greg this morning. He was walking around like he was such big shit, I wanted to laugh at him. I think he would be happy with something like that everyday.” Dana remarked, giggling as she too replayed the eroticism of the previous night.

“I don’t know, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but he was pretty hot last night. I kinda enjoyed getting fucked, made me cum pretty good.” Carol was bashful.

“Oh I know, he is my husband. I don’t mind giving him a little action, as long as I get a little for me. I couldn’t give up that dick, I can promise you that.” Dana smiled at her, and they both went silent for a moment.

“Well I might just have to invite you two over for dinner. That would only be fair.” Carol couldn’t make eye contact with her.

The two women were back at Dana’s cube, and as they began to part ways, Dana confirmed the lunch date, “So about noonish?” Carol chirped back, “Yep.”

Dana went into the office, setting up for another run at her assignment. When she looked down at the time, the computer screen beamed back 10:30, and she was going to have to work hard to get her task done. She worked hard on the data, punching in numbers, applying formulas and different macros to the output, but the work was slow, and time continued to click by as the work drug on. As the clock ticked down to 11:45, Dana could feel a knot in her stomach, and she knew she was never going to get done. Worse yet, she knew she would have to break her lunch date with Carol, there was simply no way she could make it. She needed to get through at least half the papers before the end of the day, and she was still stuck on the first one.

Dana put away her pride, and finally came to the realization, there was little she could do. With that, she popped up from the chair, and she leaned over the half slab, breaking into Carol’s concentration since she didn’t even notice her.

“I don’t think I can do lunch.” Dana said sadly. “I have a deadline coming up, and don’t know how I’m going to make it, even without going for lunch.”

Carol’s face turned down, and she felt slightly rejected. “Oh, well that’s okay. I guess if there’s no way, there’s no way. Sorry you have to work. You want me to bring you something?”

“No, you’re a dear for it, but I keep a can of soup and a bag of popcorn in my desk for just this situation. I can make do. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it, I will take you out Friday. My treat, I promise.” Dana tried to smooth it over.

“It’s okay, I really do understand. Don’t need to take anymore shit from Leo, we make it bad enough.” They smiled, and Dana slipped back down into her seat, continuing to plug in the information.

Dana worked on the papers, as noon went by, Carol peeked over the top and said goodbye, asking again if she could bring her back something. Dana again declined, and the office quickly became as quiet as it would be all day. All of the office doors were either shut, or left wide open, with no one inside. All the women of the office had stepped out, and not even the rogue phone call would break the silence that had befallen the place. Dana felt the weight of it all slip off of her, and she used the time wisely, pounding through task after task, until finally she had done enough she could have her lunch.

She dug toward the back of her desk drawer, and she pulled out the mentioned soup and popcorn. She ripped open the cellophane covering the outside, and she got up to utilize the microwave in the break area. The trip up the hall was quick, there were no other people to dodge, and the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner, blowing cool air throughout. She pushed open the metal door, peeping through the porthole window before she kicked it open. Inside, yet again, there no was other soul, and only the hum of the soda machine broke the silence.

Dana quickly plopped the can out into a bowl from the cabinet, and she placed it into the microwave. It would only take a minute with the hefty machine provided by the company, and soon she had her popcorn bursting through the noise of the compressors. She quickly drank the broth from the bowl, and as the popcorn neared the end of its cycle, she spooned the over-soft noodles with a plastic spoon. By the time the popcorn had exploded it last kernel, having spent an extra minute in the contraption, Dana took it out, and headed back toward her desk. After crunching into a few of the corns, she cobbled together the command to print, and then she was out of the office again, heading to the copy room.

Back along the same route to the restrooms and break room, she hustled up the way, and before reaching either, she opened the white door to the room, which was simply labeled as “Copies”. Inside the work table was closest to the door, the supply shelves lined the back wall, and the laser printers and copiers lined the opposite wall. Above the work table hung the obligatory cork board, and pinned into it were all the company wide memos, notices, and HR required material, there for your convenience while your waited for the lasers to finish their magic.

Dana came in, checking which machine had been queued up to take her request, and she checked the paper tray to ensure it would be able to complete the task. She turned and leaned against the table, unwilling to face the bulletin board of regulation. She stood there long enough to begin to phase out, listening to the monotony of the printing machine waltz, when the door flew open, and Carol stepped inside.

“OH SHIT!” Dana screamed out, startled by the sudden entry of anyone. “Back from lunch already?”

“Been gone about thirty minutes, but I thought I would just get it to go.” Carol smiled to her. “And, I brought you back something too.”

She moved into the room, setting down the white plastic bag, and flipped the straps down to the side. She then lifted out two rectangular plastic containers, each with a smokey white top, and she set them down. After pulling the tops, she splayed open the sauces, and the two containers were full of the best looking sushi Dana had seen in a long while.

“Aw! Thank you so much, that’s just too nice. This looks delicious.” Dana was touched, and she appreciated her taking the time to think of her.

Carol picked up one she knew was Dana’s favorite, and she floated the piece toward her mouth, taunting her to open up.