Office Recreation
A/N: Just a small thank you to Zolth for helping out and sharing my commission post. Based on her recent work.
Shadow sighed, putting his pen down as he looked at the papers in front of him. It was divorce papers. Ember had thrown them at him after the whole brunch fiasco and if he was being honest, it was a long time coming. He went over to the small fridge he kept in his office, pouring himself a glass of scotch and looking at the papers once more. He should sign them and get this whole thing over with, but someone held him back.
A knock sounded at the door as Shadow pulled himself out of his thoughts.
"Come in," he called, taking a sip of his drink.
Sandy entered the office, tugging at the bottom of her skirt. It drew attention to her legs and her equally appealing thighs. Shadow swallowed.
"Mr. Robotnik," Sandy started, gripping the paperwork in her hands. "I was wonderin' if you could look this over real quick before I go." She said, walking towards him and setting a proposal about the new casino down on his desk.
Shadow nodded, pushing his chair back a bit as she walked behind his desk and began speaking. If he was being frank, whatever she had in mind he'd approve of, just this once. He looked at her as she spoke, trying in vain not to think of her bent over this very desk.
"N sales would be more beneficial if we provided—"
"I'm getting a divorce," Shadow interrupted, tapping his fingers on the desk. He took in a breath, letting it out as he looked at the proposal.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, sir. Is there anythin' ya need?" Sandy asked, green eyes tinged with an apology she didn't owe.
Shadow shook his head, more to get rid of the urge to kiss her, to pull her into his lap, and forget about Ember entirely. "I'll be fine," he said after a moment.
Sandy nodded, folding her arms behind her. "Then, I'll leave you to it." She said, walking to the door.
Shadow sighed after she left, putting the proposal in a drawer as his mind wandered. Sandy bent over the desk, the skirt she wore riding up and exposing more skin. Sandy kissing him with abandon. Sandy, Sandy, Sandy.
"Shit," Shadow quietly swore, glancing at the bulge in his pants. He swallowed, knowing he was alone now and could indulge in his fantasies. He reached down, imagining his hand as Sandy's as he stroked himself. He groaned, running his thumb over the head of his dick as he thought of the object of his affections.
Shadow finished with a quiet moan, his shaking hand reaching for the box of tissues on his desk. He almost felt ashamed of himself.