@devildestined
Frustration was pouring off Vera in waves. The ink on her divorce papers was still fresh. It felt like it had been an eternity since she had slept with anyone. Needless to say it was starting to get to her. Of course her work schedule did nothing to help that. She was running a successful company and it was going to drive her crazy. Perhaps that was why she was sitting in her office when she was supposed to be meeting a friend. One of her hands had slid down underneath the pencil skirt that decorated her legs. It was by no means sane but she had an itch that she couldn't seem to scratch. Her chair was turned so that her back was facing the door. Her brows were furrowed as her fingers reached to rub at that small bundle of nerves. Her breath hitched in her throat, moving her fingers in small circles. She went on like that for a good ten minutes before letting out a frustrated huff," Son of a bitch."












