Conspiracies Ch. 02

As she grabbed the cool metal handle of the door, she noticed how sweaty her hands really were. She took a deep breath as if she were getting ready to jump in an ice pool. Suddenly the door opened, but her hand was still clasped to the handle, pulling her with it.

"Hey!" Oliver yelped in surprise, watching her face plant on the ground. "My bad, sorry. I was actually going to come find you."

AJ groaned, picking herself back up from the carpeted floor. "I'm fine," she said, rubbing her head and standing up.

Oliver ran his hand through his tousled brown hair. "Shit, you have really bad luck."

"Yeah you should know," she said, shooting him a dirty look.

Oliver chuckled and led her to his desk. "Oh you have a present?"

AJ looked down and remembered the beige folder in her hand. "Oh, right. This is from Kevin."

Oliver took the folder, opening it and scanning its contents. "Did you look through this too?"

"No I didn't, I promise, I swear," she whined, shaking her head.

Oliver dropped the folder on his old desk. Not that there was anything incriminating or important in it, he just wanted to tease her.

"Good girl," he said in a low tone. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. "Have you been thinking about me today?"

AJ's face flushed, her eyes low to avoid his intimidating gaze. Of course she'd been thinking about him, but not in a good way.

Whenever she saw him her stomach turned into knots. She hated him, and she hated what he did to her. She was ashamed of her own body for reacting to him against her will. The thought of her enjoying any part of that was mortifying.

When she didn't answer, Oliver picked her up by her thighs, sitting her on the desk facing him. His hand found the top button of her white blouse, causing her to jerk back. "Get back here," he hissed, leaning closer.

AJ's fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk, squeezing the cool metal. Oliver slowly and carefully undid each button, letting her blouse fall open just enough to reveal her tight waist and black bra. She faced away, hoping if she closed her eyes the moment would seem less real.

Oliver tugged at the strap of the bra, moving down to feel the lace cupping her breasts. "I don't like this," he whispered in her ear. "Stop wearing it."

AJ cringed as she felt his hand slide under the fabric and caress her soft skin. He teased her nipple with his finger, stroking in little circles. A small whimper just barely left her trembling lips as he toyed with one of her most intimate and sensitive areas.

Oliver smirked as he watched her face turn a crimson shade, shivering from his touch. He could see her internal struggle and was enjoying every second of it.

She winced as he pinched her nipple roughly, sending sensations that started to affect her whole body. Her head lowered, trying to hide any reaction she was having from his aggressive teasing.

"Adorable," he said as he released his hand from under her bra. For a moment she felt relief until he let his fingers fall to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it carefully, exposing her panties and quivering thighs.

"Wait!" she protested, wrapping her arms around herself to hide her open chest.

Oliver ignored her and pressed two fingers between her legs, feeling the warmth over her black panties. Moisture had built up inside of her and just dampened the soft cotton enough to satisfy him. He pulled them to the side with his thumb, using his finger to confirm her body's lust.

Her knees started to fold together, the sudden intimate intrusion giving her a shock as if she was struck by lightning. When he was happy with her body's response, he pulled away his fingers, now slick from her traitorous body.

AJ winced from the abrupt absence of his fingertips. "Wow, you're just begging for it, aren't you?" he chuckled.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. "Take those off, they're mine now."

AJ looked at him with wide eyes. "B-but we're at work," she stuttered.

"And?"

At first, she hesitated, but his stern glare showed he was serious. She obediently stepped out of them, picking them up and tossing them on his desk.

"There. Can I go now?" she asked in a shaky and angry voice.

Oliver shuffled around his desk and put his reading glasses on. "Go, be free." He pulled out a newspaper, drawing her attention away from her while she hurriedly buttoned her blouse. "Oh! One last thing."

AJ turned to him nervously, fixing the last button.

"Come over tonight. Same time. I've got something to show you I think you'll really, really like," he said with a wink and a smile she could only decipher as pure evil.

"Tonight?"

"Yes, eight o'clock, tonight."

"Okay bye," she said as she made her quick exit, giving no time for the visit to be any longer.

As the door shut behind her Oliver tossed the panties in the trash. She wasn't going to need those anymore. He leaned back in his chair, opening up his newspaper and smiling with satisfaction. He knew she was lying to herself. But for the meantime he rather enjoyed watching her squirm.

She was the perfect victim. She isolated herself, never socialized at work. She did not exactly display herself sexually, she could melt into the walls and no one would notice. Not that she wasn't very attractive, but because she was just so good at making herself invisible. She was all his.

Meanwhile AJ was back at her desk, head resting on her hand lazily. What on earth did he mean when he said he had something she would really like? It couldn't be anything good. It had to be something horrible. Probably some Indiana Jones style whip or creepy hospital supplies. Hell, with the pictures she found maybe he was going to probe her like an alien or something.

Her mind started to slip away from the topic of Oliver's devious plans to alien probing very quickly. Kevin sat down at his desk, not breaking her daydreams until he gave her a little poke.

She jerked herself back to reality and looked up to him. "What? What's up Kevin?"

He sat down on his swivel chair, half-facing her and half-facing his neatly organized desk. "So did you get that stuff to Oliver?"

AJ rubbed her head, bringing her mind back down to planet Earth. "Um, yeah I just gave it to him."

"Oh that was fast. Did you just go there and back?"

"Yeah I did," she said with a yawn.

Kevin scooted closer to her and very quietly said, "Your shirts buttoned wrong."

AJ's eyes practically bulged out of her head. She looked down at herself to see he was right. She had buttoned the top left one too high, and the other buttons that followed were now crooked. "Well, shit. I must have done that this morning," she mumbled, trying to play it off.

Kevin raised an eyebrow at her. "Whatever you say."