Kyle wakes up alone in bed, and his arm moves out to touch the woman who was
there when he fell asleep.  She isn't, now. Katja.  He grunts in surprise, rolls over
towards that side of the bed, closer to the window of his apartment, stares out
over the rumpled duvet at a brightening sky.  The pile of her clothes is gone
too, from the chair where she eagerly shed them a few hours earlier.  

He stands, goes to the bathroom and showers.  The mirror is already steamed and
His toothbrush is wet -- she must not have left long ago.  The kitchen counter
holds the only evidence, a note written in Katja's cute handwriting, familiar to him
from intra-office memos. She draws hearts  atthe tops of the Is:

"Last night was great.  Sorry to split before you, I need to be the office
early.  See you there!"  She ended it with a heart, and a kiss on the paper, in
the red lipstick she always wears.

"Well, shit," Kyle says.  The wisdom of sleeping with someone from the office, a
move that made perfect sense at eleven o'clock last night, now is plainly wrong.
He's happy she seems fine with it, but having this kind of history with
coworkers can only make a complicated job worse.

He looks for his phone.  It's not by the bed, and it's not in the bathroom.
When at last he finds it, is has fallen behind a desk in the living room -- he
does not remember putting it on the desk, but now that he considers it, a lot of
the exact details of the previous night are hazy.  Except what a good lay Katja
is.  That is bright and vivid.  The bar was near the office, and the office
party went on long enough that everybody else left.  When it was just he and
Katja he made his move -- or did she make hers?  All night she seemed to be
hinting at him, catching his eye when she looked away from the people she was
talking with, caught him looking at her. She took a sip of her vodka tonic and
seemed to smile a little before looking back at whoever was telling her the
story and laughed at their joke.

Kyle makes his coffee and puts on his suit and drives in, and his office, on the
east side of the building, is flooded with sunlight.  

---

Four hours later, Katja is scheduled to have a meeting with Ulrich, Kyle's rival
at the company.

Katja closes the door behind her, and draws the curtains.  They're alone.

"Well," Ulrich says.  He puts his hands behind his head.  "How'd it go?"

Katja sits down across the table from him, legs apart in a male stance.  She
brushes her hair behind her ears and says "He's a lousy lay."

"I'm sad to hear.  At least he's good looking..." Ulrich looks idly over her
shoulder as if he could look through the office wall, across the building.

"That's all he has going for him."  She checks on her nails.  She doesn't cross
her legs, and she puts her arms on the armrests of the chair.

"And the phone?" Ulrich asks, returning his attention to her and the office.

"Cloned." She reaches into her bra and extracts a microSD card, leaning forward
to place it, with two painted red fingernails, on Ulrich's desk.  Her breasts
shift forward in her bra.  Ulrich notices.

"You do have a lovely pair."  She looks up to see him looking. She does not lean
back yet.

"Well, that's by design, isn't it?" She smirks, and settles back in her chair,
following Ulrich's gaze as it tracks her receding bosom.  "Maximum appeal."  

Ulrich considers her a moment. "I never thought it would work. I never thought
you could pull it off so well."

"What part?"

"All of it. Wearing the disguise. Becoming a woman. Making her 'come alive.'"

Now her manner does change.  She is turning the charm back on.  She crosses her
legs, glances at the back of her hand, as if to check her cuticles.  She
instantly becomes more feminine, in manner and posture. Like a switch.  

"The room is soundproof, and I need to get off," she says.

Ulrich's eyes shoot to the door, and the small covered window set next to it in
the wall.  He decides he agrees that they have privacy and moves his hands from
behind his head to the desktop. He says, "That makes two of us."

There is a pause for a moment, and neither speaks.  Then Katja does.  "Me
first."

Ulrich says nothing.

Katja rises out of her chair, and comes around Ulrich's desk. He has to scoot
his rolling chair back a little to make room for her, and the back of his chair
hits the wall. She sit down on the desk, moving her bottom back a little on the
leather blotter, and puts her hands on her hips.  He looks up, expecting her to
pull up the hem of her skirt.  She just looks down at him, neutrally.  He
understands that undoing the clothing between her legs is his job, this time.

He nudges up the hem of her skirt, and runs the back of his hand over her
panties.  He can feel the stiffness there already.  "You took off the gaff? Here
at the office?"  

She shrugs. "I knew I wouldn't need it."  Responding to his caress, the
stiffness behind the silk has grown.  He pulls down the hem of the underwear and
Katja's cock almost pops out, released from the fabric.  The size of it always
surprises Ulrich.  "How the hell do you keep this thing hidden with Kyle?"

"I'm a woman of many talents," Katja says. He looks up at her. "But," he says,
"You aren't a woman."  

"Ha," she says. "Tell that to Kyle."

He does as he is meant to, and puts the head of the cock in his mouth.  Once in,
he moves his hands to Katja's hips, and she moves her hands to his shoulders.  

Katja's view out of the window is to the west, where there is no building of the
same height.  She can see mid-day traffic on the local highway, and cars leaving
the lot attached to the office park. A bird passes by.  The bird would see a row
of offices, people bored at desks writing reports, and then would see a woman
sitting on a desk in this one, a man with his head between her legs, her hands
now pushing down on him to take her manhood deeper down his throat.

Without warning, Katja grips either side of Ulrich's head, and pulls him off her
cock.  His spit on her shaft is wet under the fluorescent lights of the office.
"You said you needed to get off too, right?"  With his head held by her hands,
he nods.  She tilts her head, and smiles.  "Take off your pants."  She sees
hesitation in his eyes. Her expression hardens.  "I told you the room is
soundproof. Take off your pants." Without waiting for a reply, she scoots down
forwards from the desk, hitting him in the face with her dick. She walks around
the desk to face him, hands on her hips, cock pointed outwards and up from under
he skirt, bouncing. "Now," she says.  

He stands, and wearily undoes his belt. He drops his pants first, then his
underwear.  His cock is at attention too, but fully erect, Katja's is still
bigger.  "Lean over the desk," she says.

He submits.  Leans down, puts his hands on the desktop, and she comes around
behind him, and grasps hold of her cock.  With the other hand she makes sure the
fabric of her skirt is clear from his ass.

To make the first thrust easier, she leans down and reaches her hand under his
belly, and finds his dick.  He gasps a little when she grabs it and gives it a
squeeze.  "That's right, little Ulrich.  Katja has your little dick in her
hands."   The person wearing the Katja disguise knows Ulrich well, knows just
what to say to turn him on completely. He likes being talked to this way: "Katja is
the sexiest woman in the office and her dick is up your ass."  She thrusts into
him, and he moans. "And the room is soundproof. There are the other employees,
just beyond that door, and here you are, with a woman's big dick so far up your ass
it almost tickles."  She strokes him, and at the same time, begins rhythmically
thrusting her cock up into him.  

She can begin to feel him start to come.  Knowing this, and feeling the
contractions of his ass around her dick, she comes as well -- almost in unison
-- and as his dick spurts come on the side of the desk, driplets that soon slide
down to the hit the carpet, Katja comes too, pumping her seed into Ulrich's
eager ass.

After a moment she leans up, her dick still docked into him.  She pulls out with
an audible pop, the dick coming out of her wet with their juices.  She pulls a
handkerchief out of Ulrich's suit's jacket, hanging on the back of the office
door.

As Ulrich catches his breath,  he watches as Katja eases her dick back into her
panties, then pulls down the hem of her skirt. She runs a hand through her hair,
and checks herself out in the mirror near the door.  After a moment the last
hint of her erection has vanished, and she is back to being the sexiest woman in
the office.  Somehow, she has no need to catch her breath.

"Well, Ulrich. This was a fantastic meeting." With a curt, professional nod, she
opens the door, exits it and closes it.  As she walks back to her desk, she
catches Kyle's eye through the open door to his office, and smiles and waves.
He smiles and waves back.

By the time Katja is back at her desk, and she's pulled her chair firmly under
her desk, her cock is hard again. While one hand taps out a text message on her
phone, a message to Kyle asking if he wants to get together again tonight, the
other starts to release her dick from her panties again, and, unbeknownst to any
of the people sitting so close to her desk, starts to stroke.

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