NSFW

It was a hot day, and the office seemed hotter than the world outside.  Despite the air conditioning she was perspiring, feeling lazy and sticky and just a little bit horny.

Looking around herself, seeing that none of her co-workers were looking at her she slipped her cellphone from her purse and used her thumb to deftly caress words into a new text message for her lover

Text me something NSFW

She smiled a private smile as she sent it, and imagined how he’d react.    Seconds later her phone whispered to her that a new message had arrived.  Reaching down and holding the phone below desk level, flat against the so-proper dark blue skirt, she opened the message.

What’s NSFW?

She tsked in frustration.   Sometimes she half believed that he was a refugee from the Victorian era as he often joked.    Her thumb moved again on the slick screen, teasing out a new message letter by letter.

Not Safe For Work.   You know… something provocative.

She sent the message.   The word provocative pleased her… it was long and complex, a pleasantly rounded couple of syllables followed by a sharp ending, like a caress that became a demanding kiss.    She looked at the screen waiting for his response, imagining his mind working and his passions rising.  She wondered if it was as hot where he was as it was here.

An email arrived from a client and she put the phone down on her desk and started typing a reply to that mundane enquiry about warranty violations.  Halfway through the email, her phone sighed once more and she saw his name appear on a new message notification.  She held her breath and finished the email quickly, sending it as quickly as she could.

Then she picked up the phone and opened the message.

Not Safe for Work?  Okay, here we go:   The capitalist system is inherently stifling of the human spirit – you are paid far less than you are worth and are wasting your endless creativity in the service of dullards, performing repetitive and menial tasks that consume your time and your potential.   Your boss is a manipulative shrew, and her boss lusts for money and power at the expense of everyone around him.  Walk out of there today, and take as many of your co-workers with you.   An end to wage slavery!  

How’s that?

She read it through twice, sighed, then sent her reply.

Perfect.  Not what I was hoping for, but perfect.

Before she could send it she heard a tapping on the glass wall that incarcerated her and her co-workers.  She looked up, as did others, and she saw him, phone in hand and ridiculously elegant in a dark three piece suit.  He had his habitual wicked half-smile on his face.

She smiled back, stood, put on her shoes, picked up her purse and walked across the room to the door, ignoring everybody else in the room.  Forever.