Empire State Building

The local skyscraper, grandly referred to by the people working in it as the "Empire State Building," held within its walls empty, baseless gossip that had ruined the lives of more than one worker, countless mouse clicks, the clatter of keyboard keys, tons of daily wastepaper, used condoms, moans, sighs, and much more. Strangely enough, people hated this building. Although, most likely, they hated the endless work that made absolutely everyone sick. But people went. They hated and went. Went and hated. And more than anyone else, Marina hated this stupid job. And as one of her acquaintances said: "I would have stopped going to my job long ago, but they

pay money there." Well, money... More like, means to sustain the workforce. So that someone would be there to go out to the labor field on Monday.

At exactly one minute to nine every morning, chaos begins on the first floor. By this time, thousands upon thousands of lazybones, agitated, sleepy, angry, sleep-deprived, shouting, pushing, fly into the building. At least, that's what most of their generous and all-powerful bosses think, who, by the way, show up closer to half past ten, justifiably calling their lateness "work delays." Marina's boss, incidentally, was a striking exception to this rule. Vyacheslav Alexandrovich Vysotny lived at work. At least, that was the impression his subordinates had. The advertising agency "Vysotny and Partners" was located on the forty-first floor and started its workday not at nine in the morning, like all the other offices in the building, but at seven-thirty.

***

Marina peeled her eyes open. Sleepily smacking her lips, she looked at her smartphone screen, grimaced, and looking at her boyfriend, peacefully sleeping like a log, muttered something like "another fucking Monday," slowly got out of bed, and with a staggering gait shuffled to the kitchen to make coffee.

— Damn it! I'm... go-o-o-o-ing... to be la-a-a-ate for wo-o-o-ork! — Marina whined, standing bent over in her bra and lace panties, pushed to the side.

— "Shit! Other guys have a morning wood, but here, as always, just disappointment! What injustice is this?!"

Her fingers were quite actively touching her clitoris, aching in sweet languor, trying to bring the long-awaited release for her body. But her boyfriend was clearly slacking off. Though, there were several reasons for that.

— Yeah, yeah, just a sec, baby... It's just morning... Yeah, I'm coming, wait.

— "What's with this insatiable woman? Damn, she barely rubbed her eyes open — and it's 'let's fuck'!"

Having spent about a thousand cells of her central nervous system, which, by the way, do not regenerate, Marina slammed the door of her little red Opel Corsa, bent down to the rearview mirror, and critically, for the hundredth time that morning, assessed the condition of her "face." At that moment, her protruding fifth point, sheathed in the light fabric of black trousers, was being assessed by Vasily, the manager for the improvement of the territory adjacent to the Empire State Building. Yes, yes, a manager, not just an ordinary janitor. That was the company's policy, which was obliged to keep the building itself, all the offices, the territory, and the parking spaces clean, which is precisely where Vasily worked. Licking his parched lips, the janitor, pardon, manager, felt in his pocket his trophy from yesterday. Today was going to be a great day for him, that was for sure.

An orange Nissan Micra deftly pulled into the adjacent parking space. Whining pitifully with its brakes—or tires—it stopped at the edge of the curb, its bumper missing it by just a centimeter. Snorting with satisfaction, Marina straightened up, and shifting her gaze to the orange "toy," automatically pressed the central lock button on her car keys.

— She's here, the bitch, — the girl commented on the appearance of the familiar car.

But Marina was slightly mistaken. They were here! Her desk neighbor, close friend, and direct competitor on the career ladder, along with her boygirl. Why not boyfriend? Because Marina's tongue wouldn't turn to call THAT a man.

— Hi Marish. What's new?

— Hi to you too, — Marina replied to Liza. — Decided to give Kostya a lift?

— Yep. We came from home together. Right, baby?

— Uh-huh, — Konstantin grunted, a distant relative of their boss, Vyacheslav Alexandrovich, stretching his skinny, lanky body out of the Micra.

A black Volkswagen Passat of the latest model gallantly pulled into the parking space to the left of Marina's Corsa. Marina peeled her eyes off the bitch and looked at the sedan, from which her secret admirer Vadim emerged no less gallantly.

— "Okay, today or never!" — Marina decided, for the hundred and first millionth time in the six months of working together in the same office with Vadim, her immediate boss.

— "What a bitch!" — Elizaveta delivered her verdict, angrily flashing her size-three blue eyes at Marina. — "Wants a promotion, the mare."

— "Cool! The track finally downloaded," — Konstantin rejoiced, looking at the screen of his brand new iPhone 7.

At that moment, a man got out of the Passat. They say about such men — he looks like a brand new banknote. Shoes polished to a shine, a classic business suit, a tie with a clip, expensive cufflinks and a watch. Everything about his appearance spoke of financial stability and prosperity. It's just that few knew his car was a gift from one young mistress, his watch was a higher-quality fake of a famous brand, and the cufflinks and clip were ordinary costume jewelry.

— Good morning, everyone. Marina, I have a request for you. In about twenty minutes, come see me with the "Delphi" project. Okay?

Marina melted. That voice... so sexually arousing, even and calm, did something unimaginable to her. Goosebumps ran across her body, and something stirred sharply in her lower abdomen.

— G-good morning, Vadim... Vitalyevich. Of course, Vadim Vitalyevich.

— "That's it... We've arrived. I haven't even entered his office yet, and I'm already ready for anything," — the girl noted to herself.

***

— Vadim... I'm ready to pounce on you! No. That won't do. Is he a bone or something? And I'm not a dog. Although for him, I'd be a bitch. Okay... Where's the flash drive?

Marina frantically rummaged through her purse. Seventeen minutes to ten. In three minutes, she was supposed to report to Vadim on the work done on a very serious and promising, and most importantly, profitable project. But where was that piece of plastic? Turning the entire contents of her purse upside down, she went cold. Did she leave it at home? Suddenly, the door to Vadim Vitalyevich's office opened, and her immediate boss, half-leaning out from behind it, appeared.

— Marina, let's do it now, I need to review everything as soon as possible.

With an unsteady gait, the girl entered the office and internally prepared for the worst.

— Vadim... Vitalyevich. You see... It's like this...

— Did something happen? — The man looked up from the papers.

— Both yes and no. The project is ready, but I think I left it at home.

— You think, or you left it?

— I think...

Her boss rose from his chair and gestured to the adjacent chair. The girl obediently sat down.

— Let's take it in order. Is it ready?

— Who?

— The project.

— Oh, yes. Of course.

— Did you copy it onto a flash drive?

An affirmative nod.

— The last time you worked on it was at home?

— Yep. And apparently left it on the coffee table. I can quickly...

— Where quickly! Workday traffic, — her boss sighed. — Damn, I planned to finish with the clients tomorrow. I even rescheduled an important meeting.

Marina gathered her courage. No, she wasn't a timid, shy mouse. Quite the opposite. It's just that next to this man, she lost her mind and composure. After all, she was the woman. He should be pursuing her, not the other way around. But that's exactly how it turned out.

— Maybe I can comfort you?

Vadim's surprise knew no bounds. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Marina, who slowly unbuttoned the button on her jacket and began to take it off.

— Uh-m-Marina, what are you... you doing?

— What does it look like?

Marina stood up, walked to the door, and locked it. And off it went! What was her morning fuss with her boyfriend, who couldn't really do anything properly at this time of day without a cup of coffee!

Vadim grabbed Marina's ass, pulled her to him, and with a jerk tore her blouse.

— Even though I'm in a relationship, I've wanted you for a long time...

— Really? — the girl muttered breathlessly, throwing her head back and enjoying her boss's passionate kisses. — Why didn't you... before... oh-h, yes. Right there...

That's it. Vadim disconnected from everything. From the project, from the morning blowjob from his common-law wife, which, by the way, she did so-so, and from masturbating in the shower, where in his fantasies, instead of his wife, it was Marina sucking him off. But here she was in reality, sinking... to her knees and already unbuttoning his pants!

— O-oh! — was all that escaped him when his erect organ rushed to meet the girl's lips and mouth.

— How beautiful, — Marina whispered admiringly. — So...

Vadim's cock was indeed beautiful. All the women who had the honor of seeing it, and not only seeing it, noted that. Not huge, but rather average-sized, yet filigree neat, with no hint of hair, with swollen veins and a small red head, which Marina gladly kissed with her painted lips. Vadim felt as if struck by an electric shock. But the next second, he was already panting heavily and rolling his eyes in pleasure.

— O-oh, how good! How you suck... O-a-a-a-a, I could come like this...

But the girl didn't want to hear anything. As if having gotten hold of a favorite toy, she greedily "walked" her mouth all over the shaft, sliding her lips over the bumps of the veins. And the faster she sucked, the more aroused she became herself, not even paying any attention to the volume of the process or the amount of accumulated saliva, which she could barely tolerate.

Making a final "vacuum" pop and tearing herself away from the desired tool between his legs, standing erect before her eyes, Marina swallowed and whispered:

— Just please come in my mouth.

Vadim's heart beat wildly at these words. Come in her mouth?! Was he hearing things? That was the limit of his morning fantasies! Especially since his common-law wife not only didn't indulge in such things but categorically forbade him, calling him a pervert and a libertine.

Quickly freeing his subordinate from the remaining clothes, incidentally noting the beauty and slenderness of her figure, Vadim turned Marina to face away from him, bent her over the conference table, pulled down her panties, grabbed her hips, and literally impaled the girl on his well-lubricated cock. Marina only managed to remove the "crab" clip from her hair before she was literally "juicily fucked."

— Y-y-y-y, — Vadim's subordinate howled with a fist bitten in her mouth.

He immediately took a furious pace and for several minutes, which seemed like a sweet eternity to Marina, fucked his mistress. He thrust so hard that the poor table began to jerk away from the couple.

— Wait, darling... — Marina moaned. — Let's do it in the ass.

— You want me to fuck you there? — the boss asked, breathing heavily.

— Ye-es, ye-es, fuck me... ple-e-e-ase... o-o-oh-h... the-re-e.

Their moans grew louder. But the people on the same floor with them didn't care. First, no one is surprised by this anymore. Second, everyone is busy with their own problems and simply don't have time for it. And third, the Empire State Building was very noisy.

Grabbing the firm breasts, which were shaking from his thrusts, Vadim froze for a moment.

— Are you close? — the flushed Marina inquired.

— Definitely yes, but just... I want to stay inside you for a while.

— Then... , — after mumbling something else unintelligible, Marina touched her clitoris with her finger.

O-oh, that was something else. Stimulating herself while there was still a cock in her other hole — for her, that was the height of bliss.

Marina bit her lower lip.

— M-m-m, oh mommy!

Seeing such manipulations, which were a novelty for Vadim, the man almost came inside. Pulling out of the girl in time, he began to masturbate furiously. Marina, however, understood the hint and, squatting down with her pants down, continuing to stimulate her "pussy," offered her mouth. A fountain of semen shot out from the slit on the head with such force that the first portion flew over the entire table and landed on the back of the monitor. The second one sprayed Marina's face and hair. And finally, all the rest went to its intended destination, filling her mouth with a whitish substance and a slightly cloying taste.

— A-a-a-a-a-a! — the boss tensed up like a spring.

Greedily accepting the semen, Marina came. She was seized, twisted, and stretched so much that she slightly bit the already beginning to lose its combat stance cock of her lover.

— A-a-a! — her boss yelled louder. — O-o-o! You'll bite it off...

Marina didn't answer that, as her mouth was busy with other things.

***

At ten thirty-one, the candidate for promotion left her future colleague's office in a cheerful mood.

— "A good start to the work week," — the brunette thought. — "But I still need to get home for that damn flash drive."

Exactly at noon, the girl entered the apartment. Her live-in boyfriend, a young guy named Nikita with a beautiful body, which was precisely why he had been moved into the girl's apartment, was wandering around the apartment in just his underwear, looking for that very piece of plastic.

— Well! Found it? — Marina asked from the doorway.

— Nope. Where did you toss it?

— Damn it, I was working with it yesterday! Wait! I went to work around seven in the evening. And I took it with me... Holy shit!

— Lost it? — Nikita asked, looking at his girlfriend somewhat strangely.

— Apparently yes. Damn, they'll kill me at work!

Suddenly, the smartphone rang. An unknown