Thread: Beneath The Surface (Trample x Your Little Project)

As he'd expected, Leah's notes had made it a routine matter to finish the task at hand. It was a good thing, too, because the unexpected discovery on Leah's computer had made it difficult to focus on his work. He implemented a kind of motivational rationing wherein Ben would force himself to proofread and finalize a certain number of pages before giving himself five minutes to peruse the contents of the thumb drive or just stare from behind the shades of the office window at the blonde who was furiously typing away. He'd never really engaged in the sort of office shenanigans that many of his colleagues did, whether it was the objectifying discussion of the girls in the office or the few who took things further and actually wielded their power and influence for favors. He and Leah were actually probably viewed similarly by their respective peers. Ben was younger than his colleagues, modest and straight-laced as could be. The other attorneys were known to tease him about his apparent lack of a social life, accusing him of working too hard and not enjoying himself even as they gave him more and more work so that it would be harder to actually follow their advice. He tried hard not to be like them in some ways. He didn't leer or participate in the rankings, though he wasn't blind. He knew some of the girls were aware and were even trying to bump themselves higher. Sally had walked in on a conversation along those lines in Jerome's office just a few weeks ago, and her outfits had gotten progressively more risque ever since. Slacks went to skirts, and tops got tighter and lower. As far as Ben knew, it had worked and the exotic brunette was now arguably 1, not that he paid all that much attention to such nonsense. He liked Leah for being above it and now he was looking at pictures of her on her hands and knees, pouting at the camera with her hand barely covering her nipples while he ran his finger along the hardening ridge of his erection through the wool of his trousers. He bit his lip and closed the browser window and got back to work. He still beat the deadline and the documents were revised and signed before all parties except for Ben, of course jetted off to celebrate. Ben quickly typed up a memo to let the senior partners know of his success and then sent that off while a stack of documents he needed to read printed. He'd take them home and read them over dinner. A late dinner, actually, as he noticed the time... but dinner and a couple of drinks and some hard copies would keep him from distraction. The distraction being the thumbdrive in his pocket. To his surprise, the very distraction herself was still sitting at her desk when he got up to head to the printer, and he froze in the doorway, staring for a second. Hard to imagine just how sultry and enticing the body under that outfit was.... the thoughts concealed behind those eyes straining at the monitor. Ben cleared his throat and said, If that's for Marschack, he's not approved for overtime... you shouldn't have to stay this late to clean up his typos. He headed to the printer and got out the several-inches-thick stack of papers from the tray, not trusting himself to say anything more. As he passed back, though, he made a show of looking at the name plate on her cubicle. Leah... he smiled what he hoped was professional and perfunctory. Have a good weekend. And with that he headed back to his office, clenching his fist and memorizing the subtle perfume as he felt the thumbdrive in his pocket seem to radiate heat.