Maria's Justice

He reached to point his finger towards the marketing team behind me; the back of his hand brushing against my breast in the process. In the split second before I could react, he'd put some pressure against it, not enough to seem intentional, though enough to feel the soft flesh of my chest push back. Satisfied, he reangled his hand so that it was no longer touching me. I was left open-mouthed, as if crying a silent yelp of disbelief.

"Oops, didn't mean to prod you," he chortled breezily, "I'd leave the card with marketing if I were you."

I indignantly snatched the card up, all but throwing it onto Celia's desk as I made my way back to my office. I nearly screamed with rage. If he'd looked at my cleavage, I'd have been ready to react, but instead he fondled me, and I hadn't been prepared. I wanted to kill him. I brought a hand to my breast and squeezed, as if to combat the tingling feeling where he had brushed me. It felt pleasurable to do, to rid myself of the indignity of his touch. I slipped a hand into my still-exposed cleavage and under my bra, massaging the area. I found my already hard nipple exquisite to rub, to replace the tingling ghost of his touch with my own. The effect this battle of wills was having on me was unfamiliar, but I was glad to be able to renew myself this way. Once I'd made myself feel more in control of my body, I considered my options.

Now that William's crimes against me included almost groping me, I couldn't simply catch him looking down my top and be satisfied. That would have landed him in Edith's office, embarrassed, and maybe put onto a 'Harassment in the Workplace' course. Now that punishment wasn't enough. It needed to fit the crime. I needed William fired before I'd be satisfied.

To catch him, I'd need to lure him into going further. I traced the curve of my sensitive breast with a finger. If getting touched by him again was necessary to ensure justice got dealt, then so be it.

It was Friday morning. I'd woken up earlier than usual, bathed, and removed all of my body hair, save for the triangle of pubic hair I tended to keep. I'd never been in a position to let anyone enjoy my body, but had always found a quiet confidence in being well-groomed and maintained beneath my clothes. For the same reason, I blow-dried my hair, letting it settle into curls about my shoulders. Then, I applied my makeup, replacing my usually understated look with more bold decisions, lining my eyes with black flicks and painting my lips a deep red.

I dropped my towel and stood in front of my standing mirror, examining myself. I was smooth, fragrant, and clean, and felt content with my body that day, naked but for my thick glasses. I felt safe in the knowledge that my curvy figure would be enough to make the right man drool with desire eventually.

My final decision was underwear. My collection was varied, from those that were comfortable, innocent, and cute, all the way to matching sets of sheer mesh and lace that I hoped would inspire my future partner to tear them off, once he earned his chance of course. I grabbed for some white cotton panties with a bow on, but decided against them. Today was a day for sexy, sophisticated, and adult. I donned my lacy black piece, high-cut and skimpy.

These were the panties that William had looked up my skirt to see, and I felt the agitation of his eyes on the area once again. I ran my fingers over the front of the black material in defiance of the feeling, and was rewarded with a gratifying buzz, my body encouraging me to rub away the shame from his misdeeds against me. My fingers moved in fast circles against the material, pressing hard between my legs. I thought of William, and the dark things he wanted to do to me, and rubbed harder, my finger purifying me of his villainous influence. A sensation was rising, and I fell onto my bed, overcome with pleasure, racing towards that final peak-

The sound of post falling through my letterbox interrupted me, making me yelp aloud. I instinctively drew the covers of myself for a minute as I calmed down, my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily. I'd almost been lost in relief; and if I needed relief as badly as I did, William had a lot to answer for.

Feeling that my underwear was now dripping wet, I hastily changed into another set, a seafoam bra and thong decorated with black lace beneath my usual blouse and skirt. I was buttoned down, and without tights. There was no point in taking a step backward while trying to catch my pervert.

I arrived once again to a mostly empty office. Edith nodded at me as I entered, and I'm fairly certain she did a double take as she noticed the changes to my appearance. I was glad to know that I could turn heads.

I had an hour to fabricate a task that William and I could do together. More training would be suspicious unless Edith approved it, so that was out. I had no reason to ask him for help with anything on my computer. I was starting to worry that I'd not come up with anything when I happened to think of the archive room. It was a storage closet with high shelving units, all stacked with boxes housing the print-outs and information from every order before the company went paperless. It was a perfect, secluded spot for me to finally catch William in my web and expose him as the salacious menace he was.

Now I needed to come up with a reason for the both of us to spend the day in there. I giggled when the answer presented itself right under my nose as I read my notes from Monday's meeting: 'Marketing pursuing outreach project to older clients'. Older clients wouldn't be registered in our computer system, so it'd be useful for me to find their information in the archive room ahead of time. Plus, their shipping information would be stored, so it would naturally make sense for William to join me. I grinned to myself as I formulated my plan.

"Morning Maria, I got your memo. Ready to head into the archive?" William was standing in the doorway to my office yet again. He wore a white shirt and suit trousers, without a tie, and I remember to this day how his blue eyes grew as he looked at me. He'd been expecting Maria the librarian, but was looking at Maria the supermodel.

"Let's get going. Word of warning, it's cold in there," I said, grabbing a cardigan from my bag, and led him to the archive room. Stepping inside, I couldn't help but eyeball the radiator in the corner that I'd switched off an hour earlier, and the high window that I'd opened a crack. The air in the room was frigid.

"Brrr, it's freezing," William commented. I looked into his expectant smile, his rugged features, and the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and saw my nemesis, the one person I simply couldn't remove from my thoughts. Here we were, in the staging area of his defeat. I slid the door closed behind him and locked it. Let the game begin.

"I know, the heating doesn't work in here. You have to keep the door locked or the draught carries through into the other room." While considering his mindset, I'd put together two things; firstly, that he wouldn't be stupid enough to make a move without provocation, and secondly, William was cunning enough to worry about being caught. A cold room satisfied both conditions- it gave him the chance to excuse touching me as trying to warm me, and gave me a reason to lock the door, meaning nobody could walk in on us.

William sensibly began to check dates on boxes and fished out a few forms to scan over. I expected this; only an idiot would make a move immediately. William was smart enough to move slowly and strike when I was at my most complacent. God I hated him.

We shifted boxes, knocking dust into the air and shivering while we exchanged small talk. I was trying to read his intentions, and I imagine he was doing the same for me. 'How long have you worked here? Have you always lived in Farborough? Do you like it? Are you still living with your parents?' I answered his questions, but knew what he was really asking. 'Is there a boyfriend in the picture? Are you old enough that you'd have some experience in bed? Are you young enough that you'll not be cynical of a guy like me? Would we go back to my place or yours?' That's what I heard. I couldn't trust a word out of his mouth. Fuelled by this, I decided to make my next move.

"Can you pass me that step-ladder? I think there are some papers on the top shelf," I said, batting my eyelids at him. I knew they were there because I put them there that morning. He obliged, and I unfolded the step-ladder before taking some shaky steps up it, exaggerating just how unstable it felt beneath me.

"You ok on there? Do you need me to hold it steady?" He asked, as planned.

"Maybe. It'll only take a second," I promised. He had put himself where I wanted him, and now I was going to grab his attention. I reached up, standing on my tiptoes, and leaned as far forward as I dared to. My hand was already on the papers I'd hidden, but I pretended to rummage around anyway, all the while shifting my weight between my legs.

I didn't want to look back and scare him off, but I could almost hear him holding his breath as he stared up my skirt. My pretty thong must have been quite a sight as I jostled around, popping my weight from one hip to the other, giving him a moving view of my underwear-clad pussy. A warm rush of blood swam through me as I teased William below. After seeing me like this, there'd be no escape from wanting to touch; and that's when I'd have him where I wanted him.

"Got them!" I squealed with feigned delight, giving my bottom a satisfying sway to end the show. I came down off the step-ladder confident that he liked what he'd seen.

William's expression was one of awe, barely masked by his professional demeanour. He immediately squatted to the ground and began looking through a box on the floor, practically burying his blushing face in it. He was hiding, aware that he was no longer the master of his self-control. I'm in charge, I told myself, and he can't hide his guilt from me.

"Here, put the box on this table, it'll be easier," I said. He cast a look towards me of deep thought, looking for an excuse to stay where he was, but there was no reason to and so he begrudgingly did as I suggested.

A thought tried to take root which chided me for enjoying watching him squirm beneath my influence. I quashed it easily. I was exacting punishment. I wasn't the pervert. I was allowed to take pleasure in seeing a man grow closer to the fair outcome of his misconduct. I felt powerful now that I'd taken charge. I'd stolen the power he had over me and intended to use it.

William was still avoiding eye contact with me. He was moving papers about inside, but his eyes seemed glazed over as if he were thinking about something else.

'I wonder what?' I mused to myself. If it wasn't me, it was about to be.

I grasped at a box that was sat on a shelf at eye level. This was a make or break move. I slid it towards me, and half-genuinely, half-acting, was shocked by its weight.

"Oh my god!" I cried, tumbling backwards, barely keeping my footing as the heavy box threatened to tip me backwards.

"I've got you," William said, and caught me as if it were a trust fall. With one toned arm he held me by the hip, and with the other he reach around my body to support the box from underneath, easily taking its weight.

We held the position for a second, neither daring to break away. William's hand on my hip was impossibly warm in that cold room, and I could feel the heat of it spreading through me. Likewise, the wrist that was wrapped around my body was firm against my chest, and was bringing about that warm, prickly buzz that so craved hands upon it.

The main reason that neither of us moved was the firm bulge that I could feel against my butt. I had expected William to try and grope me as I fell, and I was poised to slap him, catch him, everything I'd planned for the past week. I never pictured that he'd be hard, even after giving him a front-row seat to look up my skirt. It was probably because I'd never seen or felt a hard cock. I was not only speechless, but thoughtless too. My mind was empty but for a single, tickled sensation- his hard member pushing against me.

The box hovered weightlessly to my side, and was dropped on the table. I followed it with my eyes, turning my head slowly until William's was in my peripheral vision. I continue the motion, turning fully to face him. My chest pressed against his, and now both of his hands were on my hips.

A triumphant bell rang in my head. I had done it! He was touching me, staring at me hungrily, and was undeniably sporting a substantial erection. I was on the threshold of victory. All I needed him to do-

William kissed me before I could finish my thought. He was firm, but had soft lips, softer than I ever knew lips would be. He moved his mouth against mine, and I found myself following his lead. I don't know how long the embrace lasted for. In seconds, perhaps only three, but in sensation, it was just shy of infinite. He pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

My brain had short-circuited. I don't know what he'd done, but I was breathing deeply, trying to recover. It was like a terrible magic, sending a feeling of need throughout my being. What was happening to me? It occurred all at once that I'd kissed him back.

I panicked. If I'd kissed him too, it meant he was no longer taking advantage; it was two consenting adults. My plan was falling apart. I still needed to catch him! I needed to make him suffer for what he'd done to my body! I needed to...

I whipped my hand around the back of William's neck and pulled him in for another kiss. I kissed hard, broke away, and moved in again. I could still catch him! Once he made the next move, I'd stop him then!

The next move he made was to introduce tongue to the kiss. It wasn't enough to call him out on, I decided, so I returned the favour, letting our tongues meet and attack one another. I bet he knew I'd not be able to challenge that move, and took it as a freebie. The fire burning inside me just knew he was trying to pillage every thrill he could. It was who he was. I couldn't be wrong. Not now.

I kept up with his passion, daring him to steal more, to prove me right and give me the excuse to ruin him. I jerked myself closer, pulling us together with his belt-loops, and his hands slipped from my hips to my butt. Was that enough? Probably not- I'd thrusted his body against my own, causing the move. He stroked my bottom, then began to pinch and grope, and I let him have it. I took a crazed pleasure from it that I couldn't explain, perhaps the thrill that I was about to pull the rug out from under his lecherous manhandling. Even so, when he grabbed me hard, I felt the lips of my wet pussy part and kissed him all the harder.

At this point I was desperate to have more. I had images racing through my imagination of his member in my hand, and his fingers or tongue on my clitoris. I needed him. I needed him to touch me there.

So that I could entrap him, obviously.

I had my fingers in his hair and was kissing him with abandon when he lifted me, swinging me like I was nothing and placing me on the table. From this position I barely broke my lips away, and wrapped my legs around his to keep him where he was. The high table had lifted me enough that his hard manhood was now against my panties, exposed to view by my widely spread legs.

Why wasn't he doing more already? I was frantically kissing him, trailing to his neck with unending fervour. He groaned softly in my ear and I felt excitement spike through my body. He wanted more! But how could I prove it?

I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast. He was groping me before I'd let go of his hand, squeezing and appreciating the impressive size of my chest. He lightly pinched at my nipple through my blouse and I gasped at the violent rush I felt in my pussy. I looked down only a second later to find my shirt unbuttoned, and in a second my bra cups were lowered so that his mouth and hands could desperately massage and worship my tits.

The fire in me was all-consuming. I had given him my breasts, another freebie. I couldn't complain now. Going all out was my only option. This was where I would end his tricks.

I kissed him once more, and allowed myself to grasp his thick cock invitingly. He grunted between kisses, enjoying the attention. It felt right in my palm somehow, and I instinctively reached into his suit trousers to get a better grab. I had in my hand the tool of his downfall. When he used it, it would all be over.

I pushed him away. Now, I thought, the invitation. I rubbed a hand over my pussy, rubbing myself through the lacy underwear. His stood still, watching me pleasure myself. This was the nuclear option. This was the action of a woman I didn't know two weeks ago. This was where I would find satisfaction. Three, two, one. I pulled my underwear to the side, a wide grin on my lips, and winked behind my glasses.

Like a man possessed he charged towards me, pulling down his trousers and boxers until his meaty cock was against my skin and his mouth was hard and hateful against mine. He found my opening with the head of his member and pushed forward. This was my sacrifice. I'd lose my virginity to beat William.

I found myself close to screaming as his length rushed into me. He was thick and long and I felt all of it as he penetrated me. He kissed my neck as he slid out, and I was at the moment- the perfect moment- to stop him. My lips parted to accuse him when he pushed back in, and my words were lost to a scream like leaves disappearing down a river. I muffled myself, forcing my mouth against his neck, suddenly aware of where we were, how easy it would one to be heard. On his next thrust, it no longer mattered and I whimpered in pain and pleasure at the force of his passion.

Each thrust stopped me from ending it, ripping the intention away from me. I was being fucked, but at least it had been on my own terms. I had loaded the gun, and placed it in William's capable hands, and now it didn't matter now if he slid his wonderful cock into me once, twice, a thousand times- this moment had still occurred, and ending it sooner for the sake of my vendetta wouldn't undo that. I was wrapped around him, bouncing up and down at the mercy of his vigorous thrusting. He was powerful, and was moulding a feeling inside me like an artist, taking my pleasure, giving it shape as he worked my breasts, neck, and cunt. It was growing, building, and before long I had to kiss him as deeply as two people can kiss in order to keep myself quiet as the feeling exploded inside me. The fucked me through my orgasm, refreshing it with every subsequent joyous movement into me.

My body tensed and tightened and, with a shallow grunt, he spilled himself into me. I hesitated, out of breath, not wishing to move an inch. He kissed me again as he withdrew, and tasted beautifully of sweat, and lust.

I remember very little of the next few minutes as we straightened up, left the room, and returned to our desks. He said we'd talk about it later.

When I was capable of real thought once more I felt myself full of passionate hate once again. I was no longer angry at myself, however. With each step he took towards stealing my innocence over the past couple of weeks, I hated myself for letting it happen. I still loathed William, but I'd stolen something back. I'd faced a man who was a terrible, lustful beast and had made sure I was in control, and always would be. Getting him fired would mean I could never command him again. I would lose my power. I knew now that I could keep him where I wanted him, wrap him around my finger, be treated like a goddess.

We did speak afterwards, and a few things were organised. On an occasion shortly after, I robbed him once more, luring him into my office where he spent the better part of an hour beneath my desk. I drew him like a siren to my apartment after work a week later and had him in all the ways I desired. Soon afterwards, he began using the word 'girlfriend' to describe me, and I let him.