Craig spent most of his day going through the site inspection file Ferris had given him. He had made a summary of all required actions and prioritised each one of them in order of importance. Ferris had been in the back of his mind ever since he woke up early in the morning, but he never had the time during the day to find someone who might be able to help Ferris. After responding to a few dozen e-mails, Craig felt as up-to-date as he could ever be. He remembered the discussion he had with Sarah the night before. He had completely forgotten to phone a security company for an alarm system installation at their house. He needed to discuss Ferris's condition with Rodger as well.
Craig got up from his office chair and headed towards Rodger's office. As he walked in, Pamela was slumped back in her chair obviously not aware that he was standing at the door. She was on the phone playing with the cord. There was no doubt that the call was not work-related. She spoke softly with a naughty smile on her face. Craig could not help to notice the rather adventurous white skirt she was wearing. It was just short enough to drive any man crazy. The skirt was in contrast with her brown athletic legs. They were shiny as if she had just gotten out of a shower. She sat with one leg crossing over the other while kicking her top leg playfully, rocking her body slightly. Craig was just not able to see her privates as her legs formed a dark V with the chair she sat on. Craig felt aroused almost instantly. He wanted to stand there a little longer, but he knew if he got caught in the act he would not have a single answer other than that he was a pervert, a sex machine, a nymphomaniac, a lover of good female bodies and a sucker for beautiful women. The smell of her body cream mixed with the feminine perfume she used did not make it any easier. Craig imagined throwing her body on the table and ripping her panties off. That is if she was wearing any. He would dive his mouth into her clean-shaven vagina and taste her wetness while playing with her clitoris until she screamed. He imagined pounding her until her body shook in rhythms of pleasure while her face was filled with pure erotica. He would pound her harder and harder while squeezing her breasts until he reached climax deep inside her. Craig felt something stirring in his pants and knew he had to get her attention before he embarrassed himself. He moved into Pamela's view.
Pamela looked up from the phone and her face instantly changed from playful to serious. She sat up in her chair blushing. He knew she had been naughty on the phone and probably wet as well. Can't think of that anymore, it will give me a tremendous hard-on Craig thought.
'I gotta go. Speak to you later, okay?' Pamela cut her conversation short with her face still red. 'Sorry about that.' She said when she placed the phone down on its cradle.
Craig noticed that Rodger's office door was shut, 'Rodger not in?' Craig indicated with his head.
'No, he just stepped out for lunch. Can I give him a message?'
'No, it's okay, I'll come back later,' Craig said. He felt a little warm in his face and hoped that he was not blushing.
'Okay,' Pamela said brushing a strand of hair from her face and hooking it behind her ear.
'Pam. Maybe you can help me after all,' Craig said.
'Sure.'
'Do you have a number for a security company on the West Coast? You know those guys who install alarm systems at houses?'
'Yes, I do. The best one around is PESS, Python Electronics Security Systems. I've got the number here on my system,' Pamela said. Her hands worked their way to the keyboard. Craig realised once again what elegant hands she had. He can imagine those fingers wrapped around his penis.
Pamela tore off a sheet from a small pad of yellow sticky notes and scribbled on it. She handed the piece of paper to Craig, 'there you go.' She smiled.
'Thank you, Pam,' Craig said looking at the number in her neat handwriting.
'Please give me a call when Rodger is back.'
'Sure, will do,' Pamela said.
Craig had made the call to the security company who said that they had many installations to do, but they could try to do an installation the following week. Craig was concerned about Sarah's safety, but at least he got the ball rolling.
He dialled Ferris's number.
'Hi Craig,' Ferris answered.
'Ferris, how are you feeling today?'
'I'm okay. I've had better days though.'
'How's your hand looking?'
'Well, it's still the same, but at least it didn't get worse yet. Hopefully, the shit had stopped.'
'That's good news man. You did something right. Did you speak to the doctor again?'
'No. My hand didn't get worse, so I thought not to call yet.'
'Okay, I haven't forgotten about you, just didn't have time to find out about other options yet. Please keep me up to date either way.'
'Thank you, Craig.' Ferris said before disconnecting the call.
Craig remembered the cat on the light pole. He found the local municipality's number on the internet and made the call. He felt quite embarrassed when he asked them to remove it.
Craig's office phone rang. It was Pamela informing him that Rodger was back in his office. When Craig entered the secretary's office he was just in time to see Pamela crossing her legs. He could have sworn that she was not wearing a panty. She looked up at him daringly as he walked towards Rodger's office. He wondered if Rodger ever screwed her. He would have done that many years ago because he would not have been able to withstand her charm and sexy body. He wondered if Rodger ever thought about fucking her on the table and blowing his load into her beautiful face, but since Rodger had all the pictures of his family and wife on his office walls, he was most probably one of the good boys that never even noticed Pamela the way Craig did.
Craig had told Rodger about Ferris's condition, but he only had Pamela's body on his mind. He could only remember telling Rodger all the necessary details to which Rodger responded that he would help wherever he could.
Craig walked back to his office thinking how long it would take before he had sex with Pamela. He knew she wanted it otherwise she would not have looked at him that way, or maybe he imagined things. He knew he promised his wife that he would never do such a thing ever again, but he was weak when it came to women. One drink with her in a bar and all would be over. The next thing would be her body naked on a white hotel bed pleasing herself while he got ready to pound the living daylights out of her.