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The room filled with applause as Dylan switched off the widescreen tv. “That, my friends, is us at our best. I’m so proud of all of you.” Napoleon Drake was a triumph. Dylan had been sceptical about the concept of a megalomaniac duck bent on world domination. But Austen Animation was a risk taking company and it didn’t take him long to realise that this show was destined to be a hit. It was goofy enough for kids to love it, and with a darkly satirical sub text for adults. —– The security guard glanced around his screens. Nothing much to see as usual. If he wasn’t signing people in at the front door he was meant to keep an eye on fire escapes and the entrances to each floor. After 6pm the front door was locked and all he had to do was hourly checks of all floors and all external doors. He hated his job. —– Dylan slid the knife through the soft frosting on the duck shaped cake. More applause. There were precious few perks to being the Managing Director of a small animation studio, but days like today were few and far between. He was determined to make the most of it. Napoleon Drake might just secure the company’s future for years to come.. His team was small and tight-knit. Josh the lead animator deserved much of the credit for Napoleon Drake, along with Tom, Carly and Cameron the script writers. All four of them were quaffing the free wine, and deservedly so in Dylan’s opinion. From across the room Dylan caught the eye of Heather, the Production Manager. He raised a glass and smiled. Heather responded in kind. She had made Napoleon Drake happen. If anyone deserved the lion’s share of the credit it was her. Heather had been the one to convince him to invest in the pilot otele gelen escort episode. She had a great eye for a show, and in truth she was too good to be working at Austen Animation, but Dylan wasn’t complaining. Heather walked over to Dylan, and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You have some frosting on your lip.” Heather’s index finger gently swiped the Dylan’s top lip, removing the smudge of frosting. A quick glance around and with a cheeky smirk Heather licked her finger clean. “Waste not, want not”. A wink, and she was off mingling with the rest of the team. In truth, Dylan wasn’t terribly fond of socialising with the team. If Napoleon Drake flopped he would have to let some of them go. He didn’t want to get too close. So after an appropriate amount of time he slipped from the open plan area into his office. —– The security guard smiled as he watched the younger members of the Austen staff leave to carry on their celebrations in the nearest bar. He hated it when people stayed late, and for months now the Austen crowd had been very late workers. It was only 6.15pm. This was going to be a quiet night for once. —– There was a knock at Dylan’s office door. “Come in.” The door opened and Heather’s head poked round. “The party’s moving down the road. Are you coming for one?” Dylan looked at his pc. He was halfway through a game of minesweeper. “I might pop along later, I’m a bit busy with something right now.” Heather ducked back out of the office. “The boss needs help with something. I’ll be along when I’ve sorted him out.” Heather came back into the office and closed the door behind her. She looked balgat escort through its port-hole window. Everyone else had gone. “I figured you needed to unwind a little, so I brought these,” she waved a bottle of wine and two mugs. “It’d be a shame to waste good wine. This isn’t good wine, but nonetheless…” Dylan chuckled, closed his game of minesweeper and switched off his monitor. “A drink would be good, but a shoulder massage would be even better!” Heather walked slowly past the desk and round behind Dylan. Her hands gently squeezing his shoulder muscles. She pushed her breasts lightly against his back. He smelt good. He always wore an after shave that Heather found alluring. “I can certainly feel the tension. You are all tied in knots. What have you been doing?” “It’s more what I haven’t been doing that’s the problem.” Heather leaned close to Dylan’s neck, breathing in the alluring scent. Inadvertently she touched her cheek against him. Dylan turned his head. Their lips almost touched. His eyes flitted from Heather’s lips to her eyes, and back to her lips again. “I…we…could you just look at this spreadsheet?” Dylan needed to regain his composure. As Dylan brought the monitor back to life Heather moved around his chair and stood next to him. “Do you think this income projection is realistic given what that channel paid us last time?” Heather leaned over to look at the monitor more closely. Dylan couldn’t help from leaning back and glancing at her bum, her skirt hugging it tight. Her panty line visible. As Heather shifted to get a closer look at the screen her left leg brushed Dylan’s right. As Dylan leaned in elvankent escort to point out the line on the spreadsheet he was referring to his right hand moved to the small of Heather’s back for balance. “Oi cheeky!” Dylan realised his hand was a little lower than he thought and swiftly drew it away. Heather’s left hand caught it and placed it back on her bum. “I wasn’t complaining. It feels good there.” Heather stepped in front of Dylan, blocking his view of the screen but giving him a fine view of her ass. A fine view that was until she turned and sat across his lap, her left arm slipping around his shoulders. Without thinking Dylan’s hand crept under Heather’s skirt and began slowly stroking her inner thighs. She wiggled in his lap, adjusting her position so that Dylan’s fingers touched her a little higher up. His thumb rubbed the soft fabric covering her pussy. Heather clenched her buttocks, pushing herself up and against Dylan’s fingers. She could feel Dylan’s cock stiffening underneath her, he could feel some dampness seeping through the cotton panties. —– The door to the 4 th floor was unlocked. The guard was not surprised. The Austen crowd were terrible for leaving the place unlocked. As he scanned the open plan office for signs of life he muttered under his breath and fetched out the master key. —– Heather put two fingers inside Dylan’s mouth. He sucked on them as she drew them out. Popping a button on her blouse open she took the glistening fingers and slipped them inside her bra. She pinched first one, and then the other nipple. Both acutely sensitive to the touch and standing proud. She pressed her body to his, and kissed him. She had wanted this for so long. Wanted him. “I want you to fuck me.” “What?” “I said, I want you to fuck me.” Heather’s hand slid across the desk, scattering papers and stationery on to the floor. She rose to her feet, turned around, placed her hands on the desk and leant over. —– The guard was locking the door when a noise from a side office stopped him in his tracks.

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