The crazy tech wiz who headed our company was going to have us test his new app.

We’d use our phones to “track and capture” one another on the city streets — sort of a digital hide-and-seek. While the game sounded fun, all I could think of was how my pussy ached for Marcie.

Marcie was a lovely nimble woman who’d been hired a few weeks ago. Her spiky jet-black hair nicely contrasted with her creamy complexion. She had bewitching green eyes and moved like a slinking jungle cat.

I’d wanted her from the second I saw her. She was flirty and confident, and liked to tease both male and female coworkers. But with me she was always clipped and formal, responding blankly to any flirtatious overtures I made.

But the night before the exercise, she’d emailed me a link... Read More