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Al Deco Dining	By : AshrahsDisciple Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Al Deco Dining
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It took only one, simple elbow jab to realize what she'd just done.
Mileena had seen the damned thing, the entire time. Out of the corner of her eye, while furiously multitasking between scribbling, typing and sipping coffee. Yet somehow, when reaching for her mug, she had still managed to send it toppling onto the floor. After she wrapped up a long, long bout of cursing herself, Mileena sat back into the large chair. Hands folded around the coffee mug, clinging to the comfort of her drink. She closed her eyes, while contemplating some things. Namely, the many, many things she'd rather be doing, than attempting to search for that stupid snow globe. Much as she'd like to leave it wherever it had rolled, go back to her work and continue with her mundane shift, it needed to be done. Kenshi would never let her hear the end of it, if he realized it was missing, or worse, broken. Her temples pulsed, trying not to imagine the lecture.
Down onto the floor, she went. It hadn't gone to the left, nor to the right. 'Odd,' she thought. This room was large, yes, but not so spacious that it would be so difficult to find it. Mileena even crawled about the entire room, just to try and get this over with. Still, no luck. The secretary sat upright on her heels with a deep sigh. This had gone from boring to tiresome, rather quickly. Maybe listening to another spiel about her 'keeping a watchful eye' wouldn't be so bad, as she had learned to drown most of it out, by this point. Right as she was about to settle, something glinted at her, from underneath her own chair.
It drew her closer, further under the table, until she was near enough to grab hold of it. Mileena turned it over in her palms; so far, so good. Nothing was missing or chipped off, and she couldn't see any cracks, in the glass. If someone had neglected to tell her, she wouldn't have even guessed it had been knocked over, a moment ago. Pleased with herself, Mileena eventually made her way back to her seat. Although she wasn't quite fast enough to get there, before a pair of feet blocked her path. Wearing what appeared to be Kenshi's shoes. She spun around to try and get out the other way, but that proved ineffective, as well. Soon, the door opened and even more feet gathered around. Each new arrival filling up a different chair, with some bringing in even more, for extra guests. Mild panic started up inside, her head turning this way and that. Just how many people intended to show up, anyway? Had he invited the entire office for... Whatever this was supposed to be? No matter which direction she scurried in, the young woman was met with some form of obstacle, every time.
Mileena plopped onto her bottom, groaning. These people weren't going to be moving for quite some time, by the looks of it. 'Just what I needed, this morning,' came her sardonic, inner thoughts. In the end, she settled for laying onto her side with her legs stacked. The snow globe somewhere beside her, a few fingers toying with the tightly coiled fibers in the carpeting. It proved difficult to pick up much, from under here, and it didn't help that hardly anyone said a word, at once. Or very much, at all. Though judging by the few murmurs that did come through, there was some kind of conference going on. One that Kenshi seemed to be leading, as most of the talking directed back to him. She honestly wished someone had told her about this. Though he probably had, the other day.
Half of an hour passed by, with virtually nothing of interest going on. Until the kicking started, that was. One idle leg went straight for her left shoulder, getting her rather good, too. She let out a cry, though apparently not loud enough to get anyone's attention. While down, a pair of red pumps went sailing to her forehead. Her dodges proved useless, as Mileena flopped onto her back. It were as if they'd been targeting her all along, she figured, doing her absolute best to sit up. Her eyebrows knit together in frustration, a hand to her pounding head. Unfortunately for the peeved woman, the flurry of swinging legs and their painful variations were not finished with her, yet. Each pair that hadn't gotten their licks in did just that, as if on cue. Sides, hands, back, her exposed, right shin. If there was any spot left on her body that wasn't trampled, stepped on, kicked at or kneed, Mileena drew a blank as to which. She was much too disoriented to even concentrate, at the moment. 'Okay... Alright,' she repeated to herself, until her boiling anger had reduced to a manageable simmer. 'Just wait for someone to go to the bathroom, and I can make it back to my cubicle.'
No such thing happened, but at least everyone's restless legs had fallen asleep, now. Perhaps she could still get out of here, alive. Just as she had that thought, another foot had taken her down. Kenshi's, this time. He'd booted her right in the rear, the heel of his large foot planted squarely in the center. Right where it hurt, digging into her, once he found his mark. Mileena squealed aloud, though it was soon muffled as her face hit the rug. It wasn't for very long, however, with Mileena springing right back up and onto her side. He had pushed one too many buttons, this time. Large, hazel eyes grew even wider as they glared ahead at his ankles. How dare he do such a thing. And he had the nerve to chastise people for not paying any mind! This week ran her completely ragged, without her current predicament. Today only served as the cherry atop her grievance sundae. On a whim, she'd made up her mind; Kenshi wouldn't go home until he suffered, too. Oh, he would most certainly pay! While on her side, inhaling and exhaling furious, shaky breaths, Mileena struggled to actually come up with a plan for vengeance. That is, until she spied it, sitting right in front of her.
Eagerly, she crawled towards her prey, with careful yet quick movements. The feeling of wicked glee almost overwhelmed her, for a moment. As if this whole thing were a bit too easy. There it was, just laying there, comfortable as could be. He made no move to protect it, either. Not even when she traced its outline with a short, manicured nail. In spite of what very well could've been warning signs, she went ahead with her half-formed plan. Further investigation revealed he was wearing his button slacks, rather than anything with a zipper. In other words, the fanciest pair he owned, just for this special meeting. Either way, it made her task that much easier, as she went to work; once the entire fly had been undone, and she'd pulled him straight through a hole, in his briefs, all it took was a few flicks of her fingers to rearrange things. Mileena inched back to admire her project. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth.
While he sat exposed, said exposure was not enough to satisfy her needs. Something didn't appear quite right. 'Oh, yes, of course,' she then reminded herself. Undoing the last button, for a moment, her hand reached back into that hole, freeing the sack. It took all of her willpower not to cackle, as she redid the buttons as they were, before. Yes, that looked much, much better. She sat on patient feet, waiting for him to notice, or move, or do something. Something that would shake this whole conference right up, in a way that only her antics could. Even then, no response. She supposed it hadn't been that brilliant of an idea, to begin with, but how could he just sit there? Mileena clutched him in one hand, stroking him in thought, over other possibilities.
Another grin spread across her face, when it finally came to her. Mileena scooted even closer, until they were both parallel with each other. Her medical mask loosened and hung from her neck, revealing a pair of calloused, swollen, discolored cheeks and scars that formed something of a lopsided smile, if one were to look from a certain angle. Misshapen but pillowy lips parted while she neared. Her tongue technically got there, first, but it was soon followed by the entirety of her warm, open mouth. It had to open wider, the more she consumed. Sometimes, she forgot just how thick he really was, as well as how many inches he kept hidden. It then dawned on her that this wasn't his full length. That he still had a ways to go, until erect. She buckled down in her resolve; the situation was in her control, not his. The more his body reacted, the better, right? Right. Those lips tightened their hold on Kenshi, when repeating this mantra. Her head bobbed forward, and then back. At first going very slow. She'd let it sink in, while he perched himself in her chair, let the poor man believe everything was going well. Then, trap him in place, giving him no other choice but to sit there and endure the humiliation. More tingles of joy fired up within her stomach as she tasted the shame and helplessness through each pore. As well as a different kind of heat, which she also embraced. At least one person should get to enjoy this.
Intoxicated on the power she wielded over him, for once, she picked up the speed. Now came the fun part. The one where he finally responded to her, growing rigid enough to glide over the shaft with next to no effort, on her end. He warmed to the touch, emanating from the smooth flesh to greet her lips. How she reveled in those one or two veins as they throbbed against her, their quick pulses about to drive her crazy, at any given time. It was all she could do not to moan and give away her presence. More importantly, she couldn't bear the thought of another person ruining this game she'd invented, by mistake. Pushing those terrible thoughts elsewhere, Mileena suppressed her need to make noise, instead opting for a low purr in the back of her throat. She shut her eyes, while doing so.
Her reverie broke for a minute. To her dismay, Kenshi had decided to stand up, pulling himself out. Resulting in an audible, wet pop that rang in her own ears. She hoped no one payed it too much mind. Mileena attempted to snatch him up, again, but didn't really need to. For he leaned forward and silenced her, before she even missed the sensation. Sadly for him, though, doing so had placed him far beyond just her mouth. She inhaled a strained gasp as she felt the tip poking at her throat. Her breathing labored, her hands pressed on his pelvis, to create some kind of limit. Stilettos thumping on the floor in protest. They were only like this, for a few seconds, before Kenshi moved to sit, once more. She leaned in the opposite direction to catch her breath with her hand to her chest. Well, that had certainly been a first, for them, there was no arguing the matter. Although it had come as quite the shock, it would take a lot more than that, to deter her from her mission. Such a mishap spurred a stronger defiance, if anything. 'You won't be getting rid of me, that easy,' she imagined telling him. Licking her lips in determination, she crawled back over to her co-worker.
It amused her to see him trying to undo her damage, unable to get at the buttons binding him, in place. Mileena threw those clumsy hands off and settled her own onto his thighs. The muscles in them twitched and tightened as Kenshi squirmed in her grip. For a split second, she almost pitied him. Any ounce of remorse vanished, the more vivid her imagination became, however. The expressions he was probably making during all of this played in her head; their colleagues must have been staring at their higher-up in bewilderment, by now. Asking him what the problem was, why he couldn't sit still, whether or not he was alright. Judging by the fluctuating octaves in his voice, they were asking these exact questions. What really fueled her arousal was the danger of the performance, Mileena then discovered.
Although this act came as second nature to her, nowadays, it'd never been in a location like the boardroom. Take away the table, and the couple may as well be having sex in the public eye. No doubt many would turn away in disgust or abject horror, to find out what they'd taken part in. But just how many people would stick around, if her safety net was unveiled? What would it be like, to have a room full of eyes watching the show? For morbid curiosity's sake, or to satisfy some deep-seated desire, of their own? The very idea of complete strangers gathering in a crowded circle, never moving from the limelight to observe her, while she went on with defiling herself for their entertainment, sinking to lower, filthier depths... Mileena was no longer able to stay contained, now that she'd worked up more than enough nerves. She let the both of them rest and gave herself some air, but only to prepare for more. The fastenings on her blouse came undone in haste, as she didn't stop until her large, full breasts were out on display, encased in a push-up bra. Her already short skirt was hiked up the length of her thighs to reveal matching panties, which her impatient fingers reached for, next.
'Damn it,' she silently cursed. She didn't remember when, but at some point, the fishnets she always wore over her underwear had gotten snug, at the waist. Leaving the elastic band clamped down too tight to be removed. Funny, they had fit her just fine, every other time she put them on. Even worse, each fidget caused the threads to rub and chafe up against her privates. Not very helpful when most of the friction went straight to the most sensitive part of her anatomy. She grunted in defeat. In a way, this was well deserved, given what Kenshi went through, this entire meeting. Mileena hadn't much time to dwell on insignificant things, though, when certain needs begged for undivided attention. Making the best of this served as the only option, leading Mileena to lean backwards and coming close, once more. Her body faced to the side, this time, one leg curling up to her shoulder. Whereas the other stretched out, for a little rest. Right as she comfortably splayed, her left hand wasted no time in pleasuring herself. Her free one used to resume sucking his cock. While unable to truly penetrate herself, the way she would've otherwise, it still relieved some of the tension. Soft, aching lips finally relaxing as her fingers massaged them, through the lacy barrier. Her clitoris reacting the most, each time she pressed on it. It wasn't long before those juices dampened her panties, adhering them to her skin.
Though she was not the only one at the end of their rope. Something very familiar bubbled at the roof of her mouth, not long afterward. So very close, the both of them were. Just one more lick, another tugging of the foreskin... The end result excited her more than it should've, seeing that he'd finished before she did, as usual. Mileena swallowed her complaints, along with her reward for fulfilling this fantasy she didn't even know she had. She took her time in letting the hot fluid coat her tongue, savoring his unique flavor as it continued to pour. Cleaning up was all that was left, once he had unloaded, but Kenshi stood up. Actually leaving the chair, this time, most likely to usher out the others.
It bothered her not one bit, more than willing to let him go. She could do with the alone time, after all. Mileena sank back onto the floor, finishing what she started. Now with both hands free, it gave her ample opportunity to play with other parts of her body, while still paying attention to the most important one. The crowded office emptied, person by person. With every two, her cries became louder, not reaching full volume until the last had gone, leaving only herself and this blissful moment.
The biggest grin spread across her face, as Mileena eventually reached her own climax. Her back arching, she chewed on her bottom lip and spent the next few minutes sampling the combination of his orgasm and hers from her fingertips. She concluded her symphony with a sigh. The sound of a woman well and truly spent. Her entire frame curled up into itself to prime for a good rest, but before she could enjoy the afterglow, a hand gripped her ankle. Yanking her up and out into the open, before she could do anything about it.
The light of the room blinded her after being away from it, for so long. It took a minute or so, before her eyes could adjust. When they did, though, it was quite a sight to see. He glared down in what might have been her direction, though not quite. His hand now gripping her arm and holding her in place.
“...I hope you enjoyed yourself, down there. Because today may just be your last, working here,” Kenshi said through gritted teeth.
As per usual, Mileena had a comeback for everything, including now. She would have delivered it, if not for her wandering eyes. Her little 'project' was too effective, it would appear. Unable to get the buttons undone, Kenshi had grabbed an open, plastic binder and placed it over his crotch. It constantly slipped from his hands, forcing him to readjust it each time. Try as she might to take him seriously, a smile broke out over her sticky mouth, accompanied by laughter.
He escorted her towards the door. “Let's see if you find sleeping on the couch, tonight, as funny as you find this!” Fed up with her, he used that same hand to hustle her out into the corridor. Kenshi then slammed the door shut, before she could actually say anything to him.
Not that there was much she wanted to say, now. Not when her giggling was out of control. Besides, she could always tease him about it, later on. For the time being, Mileena staggered to the ladies' room. Pulling up her medical mask, along the way. Hopefully, no one had seen her without it, while forbidden from the boardroom, until further notice.
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