DESKTOP TOYS

The manicured hand lifted the paper weight from the top of the expensive walnut desktop and lifted it high in the air.

'This is not good enough, not f**king good enough!'

The paper weight, an expensive Waterford crystal sculpture, was hurled at the desk top monitor, it's sleek flat screen shattering into a thousand pieces as the beautiful piece of glassware hit it at high speed.

The young man stood in front of the desk, he stared at the floor, if he didn't catch her eye then perhaps she may decide not to make his head her next target.

The woman slammed her hand back down onto the desk and exhaled loudly ... ( a good sign, maybe? he thought to himself) ... the monitor and paperweight may have temporarily curtailed her rage.

'Cigarette!' ... she didn't have to say anything more.

He grabbed one of the long Turkish smokes, that she had specially flown in every week, from the desktop cigarette box (another possible missile ...?) his fumbling hands placing it into the long, solid gold cigarette holder next to it.

He made his way around her desk and placed it in her mouth before lighting it with his own Zippo lighter.

The woman inhaled deeply, held the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before exhaling into his face.

'This is all becoming a bit of a mess', she hissed before taking another draw on the cigarette, '... and I don't like things to become messy.'

Out of the blue her hand shot out and hit the man across the face sending him stumbling backwards, the large diamond solitaire on her finger slicing into his cheek and creating a thin, but rapidly, widening red line.

'I need to get this back on track and fast', her words where calm and measured.

The young man regained his balance and stood to attention a steady flow of blood now flowing down his cheek.

The woman stubbed her cigarette into the desktop ashtray before looking at him.

On seeing the blood she smiled and made her way over to him.

'Makes you more rugged ...' she leant to him before flicking out her tongue and licking the blood from his face. The young man tried his hardest not to shiver ... any sign of weakness was not a good thing.

The woman grabbed his tie and pulled him to the desk, she pushed everything out of the way before sitting back on it and grabbing him around the waist with her long, powerful legs.

'Now let's see if you can do this right ....'

The young man had no choice but to perform his duty .....