Friday Flashback – Shittest Day Ever

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Thursday was the shittest day. Emma couldn’t remember a shittier day. On the last day of the financial year the accounting server crashed. No one could roll over the books, accounts couldn’t be closed off and reconciliations were impossible. The Business Manager walked around the office stressed out of his mind and biting everyone’s head off. When things finally got running again at three pm he told the entire accounts department they were not allowed to leave until reporting was finished. 

Emma’s best friend was holding birthday drinks at their favourite bar. All of the gang was there, except Emma. Around four the texts started coming,

Are you coming out, it is going to be a great night!

You should get down here we are going to have a blinder!

And so on. Eventually Emma turned her phone off. Not being able to go join the drunken party was just making her day worse. Sometime around five thirty she couldn’t take it anymore. Numbers were mashing into each other on the screen in front of her. The Business Manager had ordered pizza and retreated to his office. As if pizza was going to make everything better. Emma piled a couple of slices onto her palm and went outside for some air. Chewing on cheesy dough she climbed the fire escape stairs to the the rooftop balcony. For a few blissful moments she stood looking at the street below and the lights of the cars hurrying past on their way home. She focussed all her energy on salami and olives and breathing.

The sound of the door opening behind her shattered her moment of sanity. Footsteps crunched on the concrete behind her. Pushing the last piece of crust into her mouth, Emma braced for the onslaught of work related whining. She resisted the temptation to turn and see who it was until they were standing beside her. Only when she sensed a body beside her did she turn her head slightly. Relief washed over her as she recognised Tim, one of the sales managers. He wasn’t part of her team and was excused from her hellish day. So at least he wouldn’t start whining about having to stay back. His day had probably been all sunshine and lunches with clients. 

For a moment Emma was jealous but sneaking glances at his tall, lanky frame leaning casually against the railing the jealousy disappeared, to be replaced by an intense desire to relieve him of his pants. As she thought about him bending her over the railing and fucking the life out of her her cunt tingled with warmth.

“I heard you guys are having a shit day,” he commented quietly as he leaned against the balcony railing.

Reluctantly Emma roused herself from her fantasy. She felt a tinge of heat in her cheeks accompanied by a damp heat in her panties. “Yep it is a ripper,” she replied. They stood for a moment watching the traffic. Emma knew she should already be back at her desk but she dallied for a moment longer. Tim didn’t say any more to her, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.  Disappointed, took a deep breath, bracing herself to go back to her desk.

“I better get back,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t have the energy to flirt or even make conversation. Besides, being rejected would just make this day even more shit and she had more than enough of that.

As she took her first steps the heel of her shoe caught in a crack in the concrete and she found herself lying on the ground looking up at a startled Tim.

“Are you OK?” he asked as he bent over her. 

It was all too much, Emma burst into tears. Lying on the concrete howling Emma felt as if this day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Of all the people to fall over in front of, and her ankle felt like she had wrenched it good and proper.  Tim hovered around looking nervous and uncertain. His flapping irritated Emma enough to make her pull herself together.

“Are you OK?” he asked again. A deep furrow formed in the middle of his forehead.

Emma took a deep breath, “I think I will be OK. My ankle hurts like hell though.”

Tim reached down and carefully felt her ankle. “Yep that isn’t going to tickle tomorrow. You should get some ice on it straight away. Let me help you down the steps” Emma pushed away thoughts of her boss and the work waiting on her desk. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.  

“Can you stand?” Tim was entirely focussed on her ankle.

Emma stood up carefully but almost collapsed as her ankle gave way again. Tim caught her as she stumbled. Wrapped in his arms she looked up at him helplessly.

“I guess not,” she smiled wryly at him. 

Tim half carried her to the first aid room where he helped her onto the bed and then fussed around looking for bandages and ice packs. Emma forgot about her throbbing ankle as he bent in front her looking for bandages in the cupboard. The fabric of his trousers stretched tightly over his arse. Emma’s palm twitched as she thought about how his naked butt would feel. When he turned around in the tiny space he fell against her. Maybe she had stuck her good foot out in front of him.

“I am so sorry,” he looked a little awkward and made to move away. Emma moved her good leg around his calf and pressed her hand against his crotch.

“I am not sorry,” she looked into his eyes.

“Ummmmm what if someone walks in here?” Tim allowed himself to study Emma’s cleavage which had suddenly appeared between some opened buttons. Just to make sure he knew what she wanted Emma gave in to the temptation and gripped his ass firmly pushing him against her.

Emma looked up with a devilish twinkle in her eyes that showed no signs of her earlier tears. “I do believe there is a lock on the door.”

Perhaps Thursday would turn out to be not so shit after all.