Friday's Conquest Author: Myrrah -WARNING: The following story has explicit sex between CONSENTING adults. If this offends you, or you are too young to be reading this, go on to the next story. Consider this a fair and accurate warning! This story is rated NC-17(U.S.); R(Canada - or is it XXX?!) -DISCLAIMERS: The X-Files characters of AD Skinner and Agent Mulder are the exclusive property of Chris Carter and Co., 10-13 Productions, FOX Television Network. No copyright infringement was intended. -The character of Laura Daniel is my creation, therefore I own exclusive rights to her. If you wish to mention or otherwise use this character, write to me for permission at: myrrah@mail.bmts.com -Please do not forward this story to another person without asking me first. - Any comments, criticisms etc. are welcomed, but please try to retain a certain amount of civility, otherwise I'll trash 'em!! - Last but not least....many thanks to all the writers whose work has given me inspiration in writing this story. (You know who you are!) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (LAURA.....) The sound of arguing voices invades my reverie as my mind struggles back to full attention. A few agents, among them Spooky Mulder, were heatedly discussing various methods of attacking the particular problem facing the committee. It was Friday morning and we were in AD Skinner's office, summoned 'immediately' to discuss the recent developments on this case.... but my mind was elsewhere. The room was getting increasingly hot and stuffy, the sun beating against the drawn blinds, competing with the air conditioner. I was not directly under Skinner in the hierarchy of the Bureau so it came as a bit of a surprise to be ordered to these meetings. However I am a Special Agent with expertise in modern Indic languages, specifically Hindi, Gujarati and Kashmiri, making me a natural choice for this case. But what was of much more interest to me at this moment was my favourite passion... admiring Walter Skinner and planning how to seduce him. This is our third committee meeting, although I have been physically close to him on several occasions. I can't take my eyes off of him. He is aware of this, I can tell by the slight flush around his collar as he paces fluidly up and down the room while listening to the discussion. His body is controlled, powerful yet graceful. I shift in my seat, the heat of my body and the room are becoming oppressive. Opening my red blazer I reveal my tight silk blouse underneath, a strategy that draws his eyes to my breasts then back to his papers. I choose my clothes carefully now because I know he notices. He's feeling very distracted and is becoming annoyed at my suggestive movements. Nevertheless, we have no witnesses to this quiet exchange. The meeting progresses. "Agent Daniel I'd like to have your feedback on what has been discussed so far", he suddenly demands of me, mouth set tightly, hands firmly on hips. The other agents become tense, aware that the AD is in one of his bitch moods today. I rise to the challenge and handle this easily, proceeding to deliver my arguments in a lucid and precise manner. He can barely hide his amazement at my cool delivery, considering my flirtatious conduct. He watches me intently, then after further discussion, adjourns the meeting. While gathering up my papers I hear his husky voice off to the side, speaking to a colleague. I turn to go but unable to help myself, I glance over in his direction again. His jacket is off and one hand is on his hip tugging his shirt tightly across his chest, revealing well developed muscles. He is in profile but suddenly he turns and catches my eye again. I leave, smiling to myself. ********************* Back in my office after the meeting, I close the door and take a deep breath, trying to regulate my pulse. I'm feeling better already but realize in exasperation that my underwear is damp again. Looking out the window I know that I will have to make a bolder move if I want to be successful. The buzzer on my desk sounds. "Assistant Director Skinner would like to see you in his office immediately Agent Daniel". Rapid heart rate, sweating. I tap on his door and enter. "You wished to see me Sir?" "Yes, I believe those are your files?" he utters, gesturing toward the conference table, barely looking up at me. "Oh...yes Sir they are" I say, cursing myself for this forgetfulness. As I pick them up I turn to leave and am startled but pleased to catch his eyes lingering on my body. "Please sit down". I take the chair directly in front of him and sit down slowly, suggestively hiking my skirt up as I cross my legs. He notices, sending a quick unconscious look over my legs, then catches himself, obviously embarrassed by this slip. To hide his discomfort he stands up and looks out the window, offering me a wonderful back view. He takes his time, seemingly preoccupied with something else. "I noticed today in the meeting that you seemed to be distracted." he said, turning back around and assuming his professional mode, "is there a reason for this that I should be aware of?" Surprised and caught off guard, I frantically search for something to say, "No Sir, I don't believe so. I, uh, guess I'm still getting accustomed to the procedures here. However, in the future I will endeavour to be more prepared..." "No, no, I'm not implying that at all Laura, you're doing an excellent job. In fact I want you to know that you're a valuable employee here and your contributions to our meetings are important.", he says with emotion, looking at me intensely. "Thank you Sir", I mumble, blushing profusely, any sense of control now hopelessly gone. He cleared his throat, pulled his eyes away from me and sat back down again, picking up his pen. "Thank you, that will be all Agent Daniel", he murmurs, in control again. I got up and left, confused at the turn this conversation took but thrilled at the provocative tension that just played out between us. *************************** (WALTER.....) As the door closed behind her, Walter Skinner took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He had managed to suppress his sexual needs for some time now, burying them in work, but that was before Laura Daniel had been hired on. He couldn't ignore the magnetic attraction between the two of them. She was a brilliant, handsome and available woman, but there was more to it than that. She was a woman who felt comfortable with her sexuality and was not afraid to show it. This excited him. Her trace of mixed ancestry, her long thick black hair, light olive skin, black eyes.....so exotic. In fact, she was so distracting in the meeting that he had felt a stirring in his pants as their eyes locked. He had to quickly join the discussion as a diversion just to save himself any embarrassment. This was dangerous, he thought. It was also completely out of character. Skinner sighed and turned his attention back to his work, determined to examine his feelings another day. Work was piling up and it was going to be a long night of overtime again. **************************** (LAURA....) After the excitement of the morning, I'm at lunch with a group of like-minded female colleagues. We're engaged in our favourite discussion, the finer points of Skinner's anatomy. Skinner the enigma. We discuss the way he carries himself, his authoritarian manner yet underlying vulnerability, and of course, his magnificent body. As we walk back to work, I think about the many eligible women at the agency who do not bother hiding their attraction to him, despite his abrupt and cool manner. He doesn't seem to notice them but he's going to notice me, I tell myself adamantly. I am alarmed at my obsession with this man, consumed by immense passion. I drift into daydreaming regularly, becoming constantly aroused by the image of slowly undressing him, holding his stiff member in hand, my lips swollen in anticipation, engulfing the smooth shaft deep into my mouth.... Suddenly, I have become a predator. ************************ It is 7:15p.m. The local pub is swarming with agents doing the usual Friday night rendezvous. After two and a half glasses of wine on an empty stomach I am already feeling more than slightly inebriated. Just the right amount to raise the libido, I say to myself as I drive out of the parking lot. Damn, I realize that I left my translation disk at the office and I had been planning to do some overtime this weekend. Heading back to work I pull up in front of the building to park when my eyes are suddenly drawn to the light in the 5th floor corner office. My heard stops. I'm feeling bold, maybe even reckless. I enter the elevator and push the 5th floor button, feeling my chest becoming tighter. As I'm walking down the quiet hall towards his office, not sure what my plans are, I pass the ladies room and a very reckless idea comes to mind. Backtracking, I slip inside..... A few minutes later I pause at his open door. He hasn't heard me approach so I check the interior, pleased to see that no-one else is with him. He has his back to me leaning over the conference table studying some paperwork, allowing me to admire him again. I imagine removing his clothes and my breathing becomes even more laboured. I'm starting to have doubts but they quickly dissolve - with a little help from the alcohol. Making up my mind I step inside and close the door behind me, locking it. He spins around, annoyed at the intrusion but his expression changes to surprise as he registers who it is. I hold his gaze for a moment, then before he can speak a word I have crossed the room and am standing in front of him. As I lightly wrap my hands around his back, thrilling at the warm touch of his body at last, he is speechless, considering the consequences of his response. I ignore his hesitation and pulling my chest tightly against him I raise my right knee, rubbing it gently up and down against the outside of his thigh. Then he seems to relax and an awkward smile crosses his face as he puts his arms around me, letting his hands roam down my back. As he bends his face down to press his lips against mine I evade this move, much to his surprise, and put my lips to his ear. "You know, I don't have any panties on", I tease him softly. He swallows hard and I hear a sharp intake of breath as he slowly moves his hand down to caress my raised thigh. He traces the inside with his finger tips over to my swollen labia, brushing the tip of my clitoris, feeling the thick moisture already there. I gasp at this initial contact, then I smile up at him and catch his look of surprise at my readiness. His lips are parted now and his soft brown eyes are dilated, he's breathing quickly. I reach up and caress his cheek with my lips while pushing my groin up against his hard bulge, straining against the fabric of his pants. Then I pull away and within a minute I have his trousers on the floor and his hard pulsing erection in my hand. My mouth aches for the velvet skin of his cock as I push him gently against the table and lower my mouth down to engulf it. He cries out with a loud moan, holding my head firmly between his hands while I continue to indulge myself, curling my tongue around him as I thrust it lower and lower while sucking hard. He quickly loses all awareness of where he is, leaning back onto the table. His moans become frantic as I continue pleasuring him, running my teeth lightly up and down the shaft. I can feel him building rapidly to a climax but he reaches down to stop me, pulling me up with the intention of putting me on my back on the table. I stop him. 'Next time' I tell him, and with gentleness but determination I push him back farther onto the table. He watches me half dazed, but understands my need as I climb up onto him. He pulls my skirt up higher then reaches up and opens my blouse, smiling as he realizes my bra has also been removed. I spread my thighs and lower myself onto him. How large he is, I can barely breath as I take it all in. He looks at me with a brief expression of concern but I smile down at him as I watch him drown in the exquisite sensation of our union. Then I become lost in a most seductive rhythm as I ride him, my own pleasure rising quickly to a fever pitch. I throw my head back as I come, groaning loudly as my hands grasp his chest for support, vigourously massaging his muscles through his damp shirt. With fire in his eyes he watches me come, his own needs reaching a critical point now. But he holds back and as I continue to breath heavily he lifts his head forward and starts to drag his tongue gently along my breast and around my nipple in continuous strokes, allowing me no rest. I am beside myself with the pleasure of his touch, insatiable as I start my hypnotic rhythm over again. I am feral, stretched out like an animal on all fours, mounted and stroking him wildly with my hips. We come together this time, collapsing in exhaustion. He pulls me tightly against him and I feel his hot breath against my neck as he buries his mouth there, rubbing his face in my hair. After a few minutes, he breaths in my ear, "Well, are you satisfied now?" he whispers. I look at him to find a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "For now", I smile as I reach out to press my mouth against his. END. By Myrrah ************************************************************** "Honesty is one of the most difficult things in life...If you can fake that, you've got it made." - the late George Burns