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By Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


Roxanne Ward stepped off the elevator on the ninth floor of the McKenna building, promising herself that she would stop feeling sorry for herself that she had to work tonight. Because she did, she was going to miss the company's legendary Christmas party, held this year at the skylight lounge up on the twenty-ninth floor. It was an event that people waited for all year, and she was going to miss it.

"Well you knew the drawbacks when you took this job," the blond haired twenty-one year said to herself as she ran her identification card through the scanner, gaining access to the buildings security section. "So just live with it."

A student at the local University, Roxanne had taken the security job for a number of good reasons. First of all, the hours were great. Working the late shift gave her a lot of flexibility in scheduling classes. The pay wasn't bad either and the job gave her plenty of time to read and study.

Finally, regardless of what job she held in the corporation, Roxanne was eligible for tuition reimbursement, which practically doubled her pay since she was getting back almost everything she was playing for school. So if the price of the job was missing the party, well so be it.

"Good evening, John," Roxanne said as she entered what was officially called the central observation center but referred to by anyone who worked there as the fishbowl.

"And a very good evening to you young lady," the retired police officer said as he looked up from the book he was reading.

"Quiet night?" she asked as she dropped her gym bag on the counter.

"Quiet as a tomb," John Clancy smiled broadly as he rose from his station. "Just about everyone took off early to get a jump on the big party."

"Good, if I can't go to the party, then I guess I can at least get some work done," Roxanne said as she removed a large textbook and a binder full of notes from the bag.

"I really wish you could go to the party with the rest of us," John said.

"I know, but someone has to be here to make sure they don't steal all the chairs and filing cabinets," Roxanne laughed. "And like it or not, the junior person gets stuck. I just happen to be the junior person since Roger quite last week."

"Still its a shame," John said sympathetically, "and with you having bought that lovely dress and all."

"It's okay, John, I'm sure I'll have another occasion to wear it."

"Aye, but there'll be a lot of bonny lads who will be all the poorer that you're not there," the jovial Irishman smiled.

Roxanne didn't comment but merely smiled back in appreciation of his concern.

"You just enjoy yourself for both of us," she finally said.

"That I will," John said as she gathered his things and began to leave, "and my Elle said to especially thank you for coming in early so we could go to the party. She and I both appreciate it."

"Then go and enjoy it," Roxanne said in mock impatience as she sat at the desk and checked that all the monitors were clear.

John had just gotten to the door when he remembered something he'd forgotten to tell her.

"By the way, Lass, they finally fixed the camera in the copy room, so be sure to count it when you make your log entries."

"It's broken for six months and someone finally gets a burr up their ass and fixes it on a day that no one wants to work," Roxanne thought as she thanked him for the information as the door close behind him, "That's corporate efficiency at work."

With the room now all to herself, Roxanne leaned back in the big comfortable chair and closed her eyes for a few moments. This really was a no-brainer of a job. All you had to do was monitor the cameras set out in various public spaces around the office and take note of anything unusual. If there ever was something you felt should be checked out, all you had to do was call down to the desk and one of those guards there would be sent to take a look.

The reality of it all was that the entire system was a joke. Something to show clients how seriously they took security and the protection of confidential information. That the cameras were only in public places guaranteed that she's never see anything interesting on any of the monitors. Still, it seemed to make some clients happy and the accounts they brought in far made up for the expense of having it.

Turning to the reading she planned to get done, Roxanne gave one last thought to the party. What John had said about a lot of men being disappointed she wasn't there. Truth be told, the result would've been the same had she gone. Her lack of interest in men wasn't something that she advertised, but neither was it something that she hid or was ashamed of.

In fact, her social life was pretty far down her list of important things nowadays. In the six months since she'd broken up with her girlfriend, Susan, Roxanne hadn't gone out on a single date. School came first, she kept telling herself, there would be time for everything else later on.


Two hours went by and as was usually the case, her entries in the security logs recorded that all was well. The party was already in full gear and Roxanne doubted that, aside from her and the guards down in the lobby, there was a soul still in the office.

Twenty minutes later, Roxanne found herself wrong as she looked up at one of the changing images on the central monitor and saw someone on it. The screen changed before she had a chance to get a good look so she used a second monitor to manually check all the points she was responsible for. To her added surprise, the image was from the newly fixed camera in the copy room.

"Someone's not in a mood for a party," Roxanne thought as she used the remote camera controls to sharpen the picture and tighten the frame. There were limits to how good a picture you could get on the black and white screen and none of the cameras were equipped with sound.

Still, the resolution was enough for her to realize that she knew the woman using one of the copy machines. Her name was Kathy Prince and Roxanne had run into her a couple of times in the small company gym. That was another one of the perks of this job, membership in the gym.

Ten years older than Roxanne with jet-black hair and an inspiring build, the security guard had often thought she should ask Kathy out for a drink to see if she might be interested. But each time an opportunity came up she had let it pass.

Some women just politely let you know that it wasn't their thing and that was fine. Others took personal offense at being thought of as gay or bi and could cause problems. Especially if you were on the bottom of the corporate chain. Better safe than sorry, Roxanne had decided.

Since Kathy had a perfect right to be using the copiers, whatever the hour, Roxanne went back to her studies. After all, it wasn't likely the senior account executive was going to be Xeroxing inappropriate parts of her anatomy. An event John told her had happened during the Christmas silliness a few years ago. That was before the camera had been installed and was another reason why the party was now held off site.

When she looked again at the monitor five minutes later, Roxanne was surprised to see that Kathy was still at the copiers. It occurred to her that the clerical staff usually handled any large copying job. Still it might be just something she wanted to get done and not wait until Monday.

Another five minutes passed and Kathy was still there, holding the folder with the small pile of papers she had copied. It was pretty obvious that the older woman wasn't there just to use the machines. Roxanne began to wonder if maybe she should call downstairs and have someone come up and take a look.

Roxanne liked the account executive and would hate causing her a problem if all she was doing was making some personal copies. Yet it also occurred to the bluegarbed guard that it might also have been something that shouldn't be copied. Hence her waiting for the office to be deserted. Everyone knew about the broken camera in the copy room. Especially if you wanted to copy anything personal. Obviously, since it had only been fixed this afternoon, no one really knew it yet.

It was a quandary, but the young guard finally decided that her job wasn't worth making a mistake, no matter how cute Kathy was. Roxanne reached for the phone, but stopped as she saw the copy room door open again and a second women step in. When the new arrival locked the door behind her, the blond put the phone down.

"This looks interesting," Roxanne though as she quickly looked at the other monitors so she could give the copy room her full attention.

There was a video recorder hooked into the system and Roxanne hit the record button. If something illegal were going down, it would help to have a record.

At first, Roxanne could only see the back of the new arrival's head. Just enough to tell that she had short, curly brown hair and was just an inch or so shorter than Kathy. Then she turned so that the camera could get a good look at her and Roxanne realized she knew the second woman as well. Actually, recognized would be a better term since she had actually talked to her before.

Her name was Carol, or Connie or something that began with a C, Roxanne told herself. Cute, but a little too boyish for Roxanne's tastes. She preferred more feminine women like Kathy. The girl was maybe a year or so older than the security guard and part of the company's intern program.

The program was something that Roxanne knew a great deal about as she had applied for it in anticipation of getting her degree in a few months. When she had gone for her interview, Roxanne had been told that, based on her grades and since she was already working for the company, she had a really good chance of being accepted.

The two women seemed to be having a somewhat animated discussion about something and from what Roxanne could see, it had nothing to do with the papers Kathy had copied and now put casually aside. Wishing that the camera had an audio pick up, the young blond was sure of one thing as she watched the intern on the screen. Based on the many college parties she'd been to where booze flowed like water, that girl had already had more than a few.

Roxanne was on the edge of her seat as she watched. It was like watching a silent or foreign movie with no subtitles where you had to guess as to what was going on. Several possible scenarios filled her mind, the X-rated nature of a few attesting to the fact that it'd been way too long since she'd gotten laid.

Tossing aside most of the possible situations, Roxanne had just about deciding that both were sleeping with the same guy when something happened that blew that idea out the window. It was such an unexpected turn of events that it almost caused her to fall off the chair.

The two women on the screen were kissing.


--Five minutes before in the copy room ---

"Cody, what are you doing here?" Kathy asked as she was startled by the unexpected arrival of the intern assigned to her department.

"Looking for you," Cody replied as she locked the door behind her. "How come you didn't come to the party?"

"I wasn't in the mood," the older woman said, "and I had some work to finish."

"Bullshit!" Cody shot back. "You were hiding from me."

"You've been drinking," Kathy said, changing the subject.

"So what, it's a party, everyone's drinking," Cody replied, "but don't try and change the subject. You were down here hiding from me."

"I ... I needed a quiet place to think." Kathy now said.

"Ding, ding! That's two lies, care to try for the truth this time."

"Cody, we've been through all of this already, it's over," Kathy finally said. "In fact, it should've never happened in the first place. I don't blame you, it was my fault."

"I wanted it as much as you did," Cody quickly countered. "And you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy the time we spent together as much as I did."

"That's not the point," Kathy said. "It never should've happened at all. It was inappropriate to say the least."

"I don't care."

"You'll fall in love again," Kathy said, trying to make the younger girl feel better."

"Who said anything about love?" Jody laughed. "I just want to have fun. You're taking this all too seriously."

"I don't know what to say," Kathy replied.

"Then don't say anything," Cody said as she threw her arms around the taller woman and pressed their lips together.


"Oh shit!" Roxanne cried out as she watched the two kiss.

It was obvious to Roxanne that Cody, the name had finally come to her, had taken Kathy by surprise. It was also just as clear that as soon as she got over that moment of shock, Kathy was into it as much as the smaller girl.

"Damn, I should've asked her out for that drink after all," Roxanne said as she watched the two of them kiss each other with a fiery passion.

The two women had their hands all over each other, rubbing and touching as they kissed again and again. Whatever the reason for their disagreement, it seemed to be fast forgotten.

It was at that moment that Cody looked right up into the camera, sending a shudder through Roxanne. It was almost as if she could look right through the lens and see her. The curly haired brunette laughed and said something, a bit of which Roxanne could just make out from the movement of her mouth. Since it was a rather famous phrase, it wasn't hard to figure out the rest.

"Smile, you're on Candid Camera!" she had said.

Kathy glanced up at the camera for a brief second, laughed as well and then went back to what they were doing. Roxanne let out a sigh of relief as she realized that they were either too drunk, distracted or a combination of both to have noticed the small red light on the camera, indicating that it was now working.

The two women on the screen were getting even more physical as Roxanne tilted back in the plush chair and enjoyed the show. She had never really gotten that much of a charge from watching porn, but this time it was different. Probably because those were real people on the screen, and not nameless actors. The image on the screen was definitely causing a reaction in the young woman. A reaction that reached from a growing dampness between her legs to a hardness beneath her blouse.

Event seemed to take control of her as, glancing around the room to assure herself that she was indeed all alone, Roxanne's slid one hand beneath her blouse and the other down her slacks. It had been a long while since she'd masturbated anywhere but in the privacy of her bedroom, but this time she couldn't resist.

No lover could ever be as familiar with her body as Roxanne was herself. In no time at all, with both gentle and hard touches in all her most sensitive spots, she doubled her level of arousal. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she slid two fingers within herself and began to massage her already excited clit.

Her second hand continued to caress her small, rounded breasts as she undid the center clasp of her bra to give herself greater access. As each finger brushed against her small nipples, they sent an electric shudder across her chest.

All the while, her eyes never left the images on the screen in front of her.

Down in the copy room, Cody had placed Kathy in the office chair that people normally used so they could sit at the long table and sort papers. Kneeling on the floor, the curly haired girl was giving her mentor her full attention.

Cody had undone the buttons of Kathy's blouse and already had her bra pulled down. Her mouth was pressed against the thick nipple of the older woman's breast as her tongue caressed it over and over. In response, Kathy leaned back and closed her eyes as she let out loud moans that were like music to her lover.

Moans that where duplicated in the observation room as Roxanne's talented fingers moved in and out of her pussy. In her inner mind she could imagine herself in Kathy's place. That it was her body that the girl was playing her symphony on. Cody's boyish looks no longer seemed to be so important.

Cody's attentions now moved lower and she pushed Kathy's skirt up around her waist and slid off her panties as well. On the bottom edge of the camera's range, Roxanne could see Cody's head disappear between the account executive's legs. The security guard could no longer see the intern, but the results of her efforts were plainly visible on Kathy's face.

Kathy's exposed breasts heaved with excitement as she felt the first tremors of the orgasm that would soon overtake her. She knew her relationship with Cody was wrong, but she couldn't help herself. The girl was just too damn good at what she was doing. The longhaired woman had been sexually active with other women since she was a junior in high school. None of her lovers had ever licked her pussy half as good as the young girl between her legs. It was a forbidden fruit as far as the corporation was concerned, but one that she just couldn't resist.

For a brief moment, her thoughts flashed back to the night the two of them had become lovers. It had been a grueling two weeks trying to finish up an important deal. Two weeks of eighteen-hour days that had left both Kathy and her staff totally drained. She had given them all a four-day weekend in appreciation, time to relax and work off some of the edge that had built up in all of them.

For Kathy, that meant a trip to Scarlett's Rose, her favorite ladies club. It had been two months since her last visit there, which was a month less than the last time she'd been intimate with anyone. You could've knocked her over with the proverbial feather when her junior intern approached her at the bar. To this day, Kathy wasn't sure if it was the booze, the fatigue, or the fact that she was just so horny. All she knew for sure that she had woke up the next morning with Cody in her bed. The morning the four-day weekend ended, Cody had still been there.

The memories receded as the expression on Kathy's face grew in intensity, reflecting the raging fires that were coursing though her body. Feeling her body tense against her, Cody redoubled her efforts, sending Kathy over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy.


"Omigod!" Roxanne called out loud enough for her to be grateful that the control room was soundproof as she again reflected the passion filling Kathy and enjoyed her own self-induced orgasm.

As Roxanne lay back in her chair, bathing in the aftermath of her climax, she could just picture the log entry she could make for this last half hour. "All is well... All is incredibly fucking well!"

By the time Roxanne's attention again returned to the monitor screen, the two women in the copy room, Cody was helping Kathy get dressed again. Fixing her own clothing, the blond again wished she could hear what they were saying.


"What am I ever going to do with you?" Kathy asked Cody as she adjusted her clothing.

"Take me home to bed?" Cody replied suggestively.

"Fuck you," Kathy said in mock anger.

"Oh would you please?" came Cody's reply.

Both women laughed as they headed out of the room, leaving Kathy's folder behind, totally forgotten.


"Quiet night?" Doug Turner asked as he arrived early the next morning to relieve Roxanne.

"Same as always," Roxanne smiled as she closed up her gym bag.

"I'd probably have a heart attack if you said anything different," Doug said. "Nothing interesting ever happens here."

"I guess not," Roxanne agreed.

Roxanne started for the door as Doug picked a box out of the trashcan.

"You tape something?" he asked as he held up the empty box.

"Actually, I was so bored I decided to clean the heads of the machine," Roxanne quickly answered. "Klutz that I am, I spilled my coffee on the tape. Promise you won't tell anyone, I'll replace it in stock tomorrow."

"Don't sweat it, sweetheart," he grinned, "it's no big thing. Just be thankful you didn't spill it on the machine itself."

"Oh Lord, I hadn't even thought of that," Roxanne said, forming a look of worry on her face. "That would've been really bad, wouldn't it?"

"Well no sense worrying about something that didn't happen," Doug concluded as he checked the log. "Just replace the tape and forget about it."

"Thanks," Roxanne said as she opened the door to leave, "and you have a good day."

"You too," came the reply as the door closed behind her.

Walking down the corridor with a much more lively bounce in her step than she'd had the night before, Roxanne hummed a familiar tune. Snuggled in her bag was the tape she'd removed from the recorder. As she pressed the button for the elevator, Roxanne wondered if she should wait until Monday to give it to Kathy or if she should get her address from Personnel and drop it off today.

By the time the elevator reached the ground floor and she stepped out into daylight, Roxanne decided the former was a better choice. If nothing else, it would give her a chance to watch the tape a few more times.