Depraved Red- Part I

Rose sighed. She had never been so bored in her life.

While she had not expected her new job to be exhilarating, she had no idea it would be so dead either. She’d taken the position as a dentist’s assistant because she had the skills and, well, she needed the money.

The aforementioned dentist, Mr Wallace, had just moved to London and opened his practice. Renovations were not finished yet, so she had no clients to deal with. Mr Wallace had tasked her with the organisation of his old patient files from back in Manchester, but that was both slow and tedious. Her office was dull, with cheap furniture -which was rude on Wallace’s part really, you could see he had money based on the building he was renting and the rest of the furniture. The dental practice occupied the first floor of the building. The ground floor was being rented by some small newspaper, and the top floor by a gynecologist.

Because the practice wasn’t on the ground floor, Rose’s office was not particularly at the front of the building. She had a decently-sized window, but it did not give way to the bustling street the building was on. Instead, it displayed a creepy little alleyway, and right on the other side of that, the wall and window from the four-storey next door. That one was a law practice, and it apparently had a good reputation, despite not being situated right in the center of London. Rose had mixed feelings about that window. Sad as the view might have been, it was her office’s most interesting feature. It was also situated right across the door to the room, and thus in her back when she was sitting at her desk. She would not be able to let herself get distracted by it without turning around or getting a huge twist in her neck.

But even if Rose couldn’t stare out the window longingly, wishing she had waited for another job to come along, she could not spend another minute with her nose in those pesky files either. She looked at her phone. It was nearly lunch time. Mr Wallace was busy with the painters in his office; she could just leave a bit early, and then go back to work early as well.

Rose grabbed her coat, her bag and her phone. She walked to the door, avoiding all the moving boxes full of files she still had to go through- her office looked like she hadn’t even moved in, between all the cardboard boxes and the lack of a personal touch. Well, she’d see about that later. She turned the light off and locked the door behind her before going down the stairs and out of the building.

The street was busy. She weaved between passersby, looking for a place where she could sit down, eat and drink something.Soon enough, she spotted a sandwich shop that looked like it might do just the job. She walked in. The shop was only half-full, and she took her place in the queue to the counter, perusing the menu.

Rose ground her teeth. She could feel that someone was looking intently at her, but she refused to turn and look at them. She liked dressing nicely for work. She liked putting on a nice skirt, a nice shirt and some cute heels, doing her hair and makeup carefully; she liked looking into the mirror and feeling good about what she saw in the reflection. She liked getting a bit of attention from time to time, and she liked that it made it easy for her to get who she wanted to have. But she did not like strangers staring so intently at her for so long, and especially so close to her work, where they might follow her. But she wouldn’t give whoever that was the satisfaction of looking their way.

Instead she stood up straighter, rearranged a strand of hair behind her ear and stared right ahead. She looked good, she felt good, and she was going to get a sandwich, sit down, scroll through her phone, text a friend or two and ignore the stare.

And that’s exactly what Rose did. When she couldn’t let her break go on without fearing Mr Wallace’s annoyance, she paid for her sandwich and went back to the practice.

She was not looking forward to a whole afternoon of more files, she thought as she unlocked the door. She closed the door behind her, hoping to get away from the noise of the renovations, and turned on the light. She turned back towards her desk and stopped dead in her tracks.

Holy fuck.

Rose could not even make a sound as she stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. Right past her desk, on the other side of that window, she could very clearly see two people having really intense and passionate sex. She swallowed, but could not tear her eyes away.

Both the man and the woman were nearly clothed, with only her skirt hiked up, and both her shirt and his pants unbuttoned. The woman was facing away from Rose, laid back on the desk. She had beautiful long light brown hair that undulated as she was fucked into the hard wood. In her stupor, Rose somehow noticed that the woman had forgotten a small knot in the hair at the back of her head that morning. Or maybe it had just formed, maybe it had been formed by the man’s hands tanging up in her hair.

And what a man he was. He was obviously tall, from the way he towered over the desk as he drove into the woman. His skin looked very soft. He had dark blond hair that fell into tousled curls around his head, framing his face and making him even more handsome. He had a long, straight nose with a slight bump to it, full pink lips and a very defined jaw. Rose bemoaned that she could see so little of the man. He was simply divine and she yearned to see what he was hiding under his dark blue suit.

He had to be the hottest man she’d ever seen, and she could feel her legs buckle slightly at the scenario her brain provided. Her sneaky little brain had decided that what she truly needed at the moment were vivid images of what it would feel like to be in the woman’s place, with that sexy, powerful man driving into her heat with rough thrusts. She could see how his big hands would run up her sides and grab her breasts, pinch her nipples and bring them to hardness. How his mouth would feel on her lips, in her neck, on her cunt. How he would tease her with his teeth, let her anticipation build until she was dripping wet, and then look up at her with those dark green eyes and then-

Wait a second.

How did she know his eyes were dark green?

Rose finally shook herself back into full consciousness, only to realise that the man was indeed staring straight into her eyes.

Rose was expecting many reactions to his discovering her standing there. Surprise, at realising that the office was not, in fact, empty and unoccupied. Anger or outrage, at the stranger staring at him and his partner while they were doing something usually rather private. Maybe even guilt, at having exposed an unwilling stranger to his sex life.

But not that. The man was too far away for her to see, but Rose could have sworn that she saw his pupils dilate. Then he smirked, winked at her and started thrusting even faster, all the while still looking at Rose with a malicious glint in his eyes.

The woman thrust her head back, and the gesture finally spurred Rose into action. She crossed the room and closed the blinds that had been installed on the window the previous day, and for which she was now very glad.

Rose was still shocked, dazed and yes, aroused, when she sat back at her desk for her first afternoon as Mr Wallace’s assistant.

At least she wasn’t bored anymore.