Guilty by Association

When Nick was done, Megan simply leaned on the table and laid her head down. Breaths came fast and hard. She was disappointed when he had to pull his cock out of her. She swore to herself at that moment this would not be the last time they were together.

The following morning, Stacy greeted her boss with an unusually wide smile.

"So, how was the meeting?" she asked Megan.

"Fine. We got a lot done." Megan placed her briefcase on the desk and tried not to look at Stacy, fearing that she would give something away if she did.

"I bet," Megan said, placing a cup of coffee on Megan's desk.

"Did you stay late?"

Megan sat down. "Not very."

"Is he nice?" Stacy asked.

"Very."

This time they both laughed.

"Do you expect to talk to him today?" Stacy inquired, stepping toward the worktable.

"I don't know. Why?" Megan asked.

"If you do, tell him his money is all over your floor." Stacy tilted her head towards the worktable, her eyes locked in on the loose change under it.

Megan opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't. Stacy winked at her and casually strode to her cubicle.