A big thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping me with the story and finding the edited version after I lost it. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Julie wiped her eyes and looked at the computer screen again. The message had not changed.

No boot device found

She had seen it before, it meant that one of the boffins from IT would have to come up and replace the computer. The last time this had happened the technician had tried to explain exactly what had happened, but had cut his explanation short when he saw her eyes glaze over. He simply said ‘It ran out of witchcraft.’ She picked up the phone and dialed the help desk number. Julie glanced at the clock; it was two in the morning. She wondered what kind of person worked the overnight shift at the company’s help desk. Julie began to replay an episode of The IT Crowd over in her head as she listened to the phone ring. Finally, someone answered.

“Help desk, this is Carol,” said a voice that was entirely too cheerful for two in the morning on a Friday.

“Hello, this is Julie, I’m in office 2427, and my computer is broken. It says it won’t boot. I’m about to boot it out the window,” Julie said aggrievedly. She could have easily stopped working and left, her project was not due for another week, but she didn’t have any plans for the weekend and was on a roll. She spun around in the chair and looked at the other reason for working late, the view. The city spread out to the horizon, even at this hour she could see activity. The office she was in was not hers. It belonged to the director of another department, but she had come to an agreement with the office’s official occupant. She could use it when he was not there, and he got to fuck her on the mahogany desk when he was there.

Before she could begin to reminisce about being bent over the desk, Carol’s voice brought her back to reality, “The last machine to log in from that office is not the computer that is assigned to the dock, it looks like it was computer DX44LPT2, is that correct?”

“Yes,” Julie replied, “I’m working on a project with Stan and the research material is in the office, so I brought my laptop in. Is that okay?” She was telling a bit of a fib, there were not materials, Julie just liked being in the corner office. She was confident she would have her own office like this one soon enough.

“Of course, I just need to make sure to put the right image on the drive. I will have a new drive up to you shortly. Is there anything on the old drive that we should try to recover?” Carol said.

“No, everything is on the network,” Julie replied. She had learned her lesson after the previous drive failure. All her work files went on the network and any personal items went on an encrypted thumb drive.

“Okay, your case number is RG59234K. Someone will be there soon to install the new drive, is there anything else we can do for you?” Carol replied.

“No, that is all,” Julie said and hung up.

She wondered if Carol would bring the drive up herself or if she would send someone even further down the IT chain. Julie tried to imagine what Carol was like. Was she some kind of geek girl? Was she just someone the IT department hired because she was good on the phone but had no idea what she was talking about? The voice sounded young. Julie decided Carol was some kind of computer nerd with pale skin and short, dark hair. She probably had a cute face but wore thick glasses and dressed in the standard uniform of the overnight IT group, shorts, T-shirt, and sandals.

“Hey Ian, can you grab a drive for a Dell e6510,” Carol shouted. She was the only person in the phone queue and she was obsessed with not letting anything to go voicemail. She figured that as long as they had an intern she might as well take advantage of him. She watched Ian pull a box off the shelf and verify the part number before handing it to her.

“I don’t know why you are giving that to me, I don’t need any practice imaging drives. You know how sysprep works, don’t you?” she asked. Ian was one of the better-looking interns that had come through, but that bar was low. Until Ian, the interns had come in two varieties, couch potato, and string bean. Ian was a pleasant combination of the two, not too thin and not too thick. He was good looking enough that Carol was tempted to push the limits of the HR policy on dating co-workers.

“Which image does it get?” Ian asked.

Carol glanced back at her computer screen and looked at the audit file of the system that needed the new drive, “It needs an OS, office apps and the investment productivity package. You might have to walk the user through setting up email.”

“Is auto discover working?” Ian asked.

“No, it’s still fubar because of the new security package,” Carol replied. She scribbled on her notepad, then tore off the sheet of paper and handed it to Ian.

“Is this everything I need?” He asked.

“Probably,” Carol replied, “you’re bright boy, I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Ian connected the new drive to the dock and typed in a few commands. Antep Escort Bayan While he waited for the files to copy over he grabbed a technical manual on the email system and flipped through it. He wasn’t sure whom the drive was for, but the staff that worked this late had little sympathy for incompetence.

“Who is the user?” Ian asked.

“Julie M. Powers, but she is in Stan Carrington’s office, not her cube,” Carol said. She tapped on her keyboard, “She must like that office, she logs in from there a lot. Mostly at night…”

“Have you met her?” Ian asked, wondering what kind of person he was about to encounter.

“No, she doesn’t have much of a ticket history. I guess she doesn’t break stuff very often. She sounded nice enough on the phone. Let me pull up her badge picture,” Carol said has her fingers flew across the keyboard.

Ian noticed the file copy process had completed. He pulled the drive out of the dock and walked over to Carol’s workstation. Just has he arrived a woman’s face appeared on the screen. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was very attractive.

“When did we start getting badge pictures from Glamour Shots, every other badge picture looks like a morgue photo and the lady looks like she just stepped of the red carpet? Try not to stare at her” Carol teased. She was a bit annoyed; none of the users she had done work for were even close to being this hot.

“I’ll do my best,” Ian replied as he walked towards the elevator.

Julie ran her hand over the smooth wood of the desktop. More than once, she would bend over it while Stan’s big cock plowed into her pussy, but he had always insisted that she should shut the blinds. Stan called the trysts ‘paying the rent’ and she had eagerly put down a generous deposit in addition to her monthly obligation. Julie stood up and walked around the desk so she could see out the windows. She leaned over the desk, putting one hand on the black leather pad and the other hand between her legs. Just the thought of fucking with the windows open had her panties soaked. She began to run though her list of fuck buddies, wondering which would be most agreeable to a late night booty call. Julie lowered her body so her tits brushed against the desk and she could smell the leather. Her fingers slipped under the thin material of her panties and plied her labia apart. The project suddenly seemed a lot less important than getting laid.

Ian could not believe the sight in front of him. The user he was assigned to help was bent over the desk in the office and appeared to be masturbating. He knew women masturbated, but other than porn, he had never seen it happen. He was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Quietly, he stepped out of the doorway and walked backwards down the hallway. He was not sure what to do. He was sure walking in to the office was a bad idea. Even if he was wrong and she was doing something innocent, it was impossible to hide the bulge that had appeared in his pants. Finally, he pulled out his phone and called Carol.

“Hey Carol, which office did you say I’m supposed to be going to?” Ian asked.

“Jeez Ian, I said Stan’s office. It’s number 2236, the twenty two means twenty second floor. Please tell me you are not lost,” Carol answered.

“Which building?”

“Building one, the same building you started in,” Carol replied, her voice showing her impatience.

“Okay, there it is. Just wanted to be sure I was headed in the right direction,” Ian replied. Just as he had hoped, Carol berating him made his erection vanish.

The sound of a voice in the hall interrupted Julie’s fantasy. She remembered that IT had sent someone to fix her computer. Julie stood up and straightened her skirt, then walked around the desk and sat down. A few seconds later, a young man appeared in the doorway to the office. He was young, even younger than she expected. He was also much better looking than she expected an IT boffin to be.

“Hello, I’m Ian… from IT. I’m here to replace your drive,” he said.

“Welcome Ian from IT, I’m sorry to have called so late, I just need to finish this project and it appears my computer was not up to the task,” Julie said. She looked at Ian again. He was just less than six feet tall. He was thin, but not to the point that she would call him lanky. His hair was light brown and somewhat disheveled. One aspect of his appearance surprised her; he was not wearing glasses. She expected that everyone in that department needed glasses. She looked at his badge, in large letters was the word INTERN. That word explained his youth.

“So this is how IT boffins get started, how much longer will you be with the company?” she asked.

“This is actually my last week, I go back to college soon,” he replied. He noted she was using the British slang for geek. He wondered if she picked up from TV or had been overseas.

“How many years do you have left?” she inquired.

“It’s my second year but I will have enough hours to be a junior at the end of the semester, I’d like to get out in less than four years if I can,” he said has he walked behind the desk.

Julie stood up and offered him the chair. She watched as he turned off the computer, flipped it over, and began to remove the tiny screws that held it together. He seemed quite skilled with his hands.

“Be careful what you wish for, the working world is not as much fun as college,” she cautioned.

“True, but it pays a lot better,” he replied.

“It certainly does,” she agreed.

Ian pulled out the old drive and inserted the new one, then began to reassemble the computer. Once the last screw was snug, he flipped it over and turned it back on. The splash screen appeared. Now that the computer no longer required his full attention, he noticed that Julie was standing very close to him. He also noticed a slightly musky smell, he wondered if it was an artifact of what he had almost witnessed. When the login screen appeared, he started to stand, but felt her lean over him. She reached around his shoulders and put her hands on the keyboard. The smell got a little stronger.

“Let me log in, I want to be sure everything is working before I let you go,” Julie said.

The combination of her warm breath on his ear and seeing her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard made Ian’s cock begin to swell again. He could not help but think about where her fingers had been a few minutes earlier. He found himself counting the number of characters in her password; it was an impressive twenty-five, more than three times the requirement. Her desktop flashed onto the screen.

“If you like I can setup your email,” Ian offered. He needed a few moments to convince his cock to stop embarrassing him.

“I’d appreciate that, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t get some,” she replied.

Ian typed in all the required information; he had memorized what Carol has written on the sheet of paper. He breathed a sigh of relief when her mailbox began to fill up. He stood up and waved her into the chair.

“Can you check to see you have all the connections you need?” Ian asked.

“Of course,” she answered, sliding into the chair and attacking the keyboard.

Ian could not take his eyes off her fingers. Knowing where they had been aroused him, and soon he was thinking about what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his cock. He dared not take his fantasy any further for fear getting an erection that could not be dismissed by thinking of encryption algorithms or some other equally dry topic.

“Actually, if you don’t mind I would like for you to stay for a few minutes while I push the limits on this thing, I want to make sure it doesn’t fail if I play a little rough with it,” Julie said as she opened several of the more advanced applications. The bar graphs that tracked the load on the CPU, memory and network usage all began to trend upward.

“Sure,” Ian replied, looking for somewhere to sit so he could camouflage the bulge in his crotch.

“You can move my leathers if you want to sit down,” Julie said, nodding towards a chair near the desk.

Ian looked at the chair she had indicated. Draped over it was a leather motorcycle jacket and matching leather pants. Sitting on top of the riding apparel was a full-face helmet. He recognized the outfit.

“Do you ride a BMW R1000?” Ian asked as he moved the motorcycle gear.

“Yes, a red one,” she replied.

Ian knew exactly what her bike looked like. Every guy in the IT department knew what it looked like. It was frequently the topic of less than politically correct discussion. They had all wondered who the exceedingly hot woman on the equally hot bike was, but no one had been able to identify the rider.

“Have you seen it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Do I look hot on it?” she queried.

“Uh,” Ian stuttered, unable to think of a good way to answer the question. In his head, he heard Admiral Akbar’s voice ‘It’s a trap!’

“I was hoping for ‘Hell Yes’, I could wear some baggy corduroy outfit and be just as protected, but I kind of like being eye candy, don’t you?” she said.

“I’ve never thought of myself as eye candy,” Ian replied.

“It’s all in the eye of the beholder. I like to think of men like beer, sometimes to find a good one you have to try a local brew that no one has heard of,” Julie said. Her lips curled into a seductive grin. She had decided to skip her usual booty call list and pursue her most recent obsession.

“Do you always work the overnight shift?” She asked, closing the laptop and turning towards her guest.

“I didn’t really have a choice, the intern pretty much gets what nobody else wants,” he replied.

“I bet you miss having a social life,” she commented.

“You don’t miss what you never had,” Ian said, trying to sound philosophical.

“You don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No, I’m not what you would call a ladies’ man,” Ian answered sheepishly.

“Are you… gay?” Julie asked cautiously.

“No, I’ve just never, well, never hit it off that well with a woman. Trust me; it’s not for lack of trying. I guess I just don’t give off the ‘bad boy’ vibe that is all the rage,” Ian said. He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Julie.

“We don’t all want bad boys, at least not all the time. I suppose I could give you some advice… First, would you go shut the door to the office? I don’t want the cleaning crew or security guard to interrupt us,” she said.

A voice in Ian’s head told him to keep walking. He had not decided if this woman was going to give him some useful advice or if she was plotting to steal his kidney. He paused at the door, wondering what would happen if someone caught him. He had two days left, the worst that could happen would be a strongly worded letter to his college about his behavior, and that would be if Julie wanted to do more than talk. He took a deep breath and shut the door, then turned the lock.

“For starters,” Julie said as Ian complied with her request, “women like compliments, especially well thought out ones. Don’t just say ‘nice shirt’; explain why it is nice. And we want to tell you about our interest…”

“For example?” Ian asked.

“You could have asked me about my motorcycle,” she suggested.

“Okay,” he replied.

“But the one thing you really need to know is women like sex just as much as men, so don’t be afraid to make a move, just don’t be a dick about it. You do like sex, don’t you?” Julie said, taking a step towards him.

“Uh, um, I think so…” Ian stuttered.

“Would it shock you to know I’ve been fucked on that desk?” she teased.

Ian was stunned. It had never occurred to him that a woman like Julie could be so crude. There was no doubt that she could see he was aroused, but he wasn’t sure what would happen next.

“You’ve never been with a woman, have you?” Julie asked, excited at the prospect of fucking another virgin.

“I, uh, I, well, you… you are correct. I’m a virgin,” Ian confessed, hanging his head in shame. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but somehow women always took his signals wrong and before he realized what was going on he was trapped in the friend zone.

She stepped right in front of him, “I will let you in on a little secret.”

“What?” Ian asked, raising his head.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I love fucking virgins.”

The words did not seem to go together. How could a successful, sexy woman like being with a virgin. Ian stood still, dumbfounded by her confession, wondering if she was trolling him along for some kind of cruel joke.

“Guys like virgins, what is so amazing about the tables being turned?” she asked.

“But why?” Ian replied.

“For starters virgins are usually grateful, even if my performance is not my A game. Plus I don’t have to worry about some pissed off girlfriend or wife showing up, and I’m probably not going to catch anything from you… so what’s not to like?” she explained.

“I guess nothing?” he said.

“See, I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. Would you like to see me naked?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied.

“Then do something about it, take off my shirt,” she instructed.

With trembling fingers, Ian slowly unfastened each button on her blouse. He could see her nipples poking through the material. As he worked his way down more and more of her cleavage became visible. He was amazed at how much more aroused he was compared to watching porn or even being in a strip club. He had not even seen her tits yet and his cock already ached.

“Do you like what you see?” she cooed.

“Yea, yea,” he replied.

“Well don’t keep it all to yourself, remember what I said about compliments?” she pressed.

“You have spectacular breasts,” Ian gushed. The way the words rolled off his tongue turned him on even more.

“I know, I love my tits. I love the way they look and I especially love the way they feel. Have you ever seen a woman play with her tits?” Julie asked.

“Just strippers,” Ian replied. He wondered if that admission was a good idea.

“Strippers do a pretty good job, but I bet you will like what I do just as much. You will have to take off my bra to see what I am talking about,” she teased.

Ian awkwardly put his arms around her and began feeling for the clasp.

“Silly boy, this one is a front loader,” she giggled, guiding his hands to the small clasp between her full C cups.

Ian paused, and then unfastened her bra. Her breasts tumbled out. This was the first time he had seen real, live naked breasts and not had a dollar bill in his hand. She pressed his hands against her tits, snapping him out of his trance.

“You like?” she purred silkily.

“Uh huh,” Ian stuttered.

“Let me give you a little demo,” she said, peeling his hands off her breasts. She cupped her tits in her hands. The expression on the young man’s face was delightful, a combination of surprise and awe.

“My tits are pretty sensitive, I had an orgasm once from someone just playing with them,” she said has she hefted her fleshy globes. She didn’t mention it was another woman that had done it, that bit of information would probably cause Ian’s brain to overload.