The Birthday Present
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“Yeah. It’s a pretty impressive team. Freya certainly knows how to run a successful business.”
At five o’clock that evening, there was a knock at her office door. It opened and Jamie came in.
“Come back to my apartment? I’ll order some food, and we’ll take things from there.”
She smiled. It was the first time he’d invited her back to his apartment since the morning she stopped drinking.
“Sounds good. Do I need a toothbrush?” she asked.
“Yes. Buy one on the way.”
“Okay.”
“Chinese or Indian?” he asked as he let them into the apartment.
“Chinese, please. Chow mien.”
He nodded and while he went to the telephone to order the food, she walked to the kitchen and stared down at the sink. She’d come a hell of a long way since she’d poured the bottle of vodka down that plug hole.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jamie’s hands eased her back against his hard body and they slid up to her breasts.
“I was beginning to think you’d never invite me back here again.”
“Never say never,” he murmured and cupped her breasts in his hands. “We’ll eat on the floor, have a picnic, then my cock wants your pussy.”
She laughed softly. She hadn’t fucked him at work since he’d shouted his mouth off and wondered how long he’d be able to last without fucking her. Four days, it turned out.
“I’ve missed your cock. I’ve been doing tax returns, aching to have it inside me.”
When the food arrived, they sat down on the rug in front of the sofas and he fed her the chow mien then gave her his fingers and she licked them clean before feeding him his noodles and watching as he cleaned her hands thoroughly with his tongue.
“My cock is hungry for your pussy. Undress for me.”
She got up and undressed as he pulled his shirt over his head and undid his trousers, sliding them and his boxer shorts down and off his legs. His cock stood up straight and she straddled him, knelt down and sank onto him.
“Tell me you love my cock,” he said, holding her down on him.
She smiled. “I love your cock.”
“Do you?”
“Of course I do.” She laughed. “I love you. What is it?”
“What is Sam Cooper to you?”
She stared at him. “Sam Cooper?”
“Yes. He seems to be under the impression that you and he have fucked.”
“Let me go.” She tried to get up but he held her down firmly on his cock.
“Not until you tell me if you’ve fucked him.”
“I haven’t.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because he tried to finger-fuck me,” she whispered. “He forced me into a storage room in Perfect Strangers, held me up against the wall, and he tried to finger-fuck me.”
Jamie let her go and she got up off him.
“Did he do anything else?” he asked.
“Isn’t that enough?” she snapped. “The disgusting bastard had his fingers down my panties and when we fought, he ripped open my jacket and blouse.”
“Is that why you were suddenly so eager to have my fingers in your pussy?” he added.
“I wanted you to help make it go away and you did. What has the bastard said?” she demanded. “How did he get through? I told Colin to block him.”
“Colin knows?”
She nodded. “The agency started getting emails from Sam Cooper saying that if ‘S’ wanted to wriggle with him again, as he put it, then she knew where to find him. He also started boasting online that he’d fucked ‘S’. I told Colin to block him and deal with it.”
“Freya, anyone can create multiple email addresses and use them to get through. What the hell were you doing at Perfect Strangers again?”
“Trying to find Colin and get a number for him. I asked for ‘Sam’ but I got the wrong Sam.” She held up her hands defensively. “I know it was stupid, Colin’s already had a go at me.”
“Did Sam Cooper hurt you?”
“My dignity and pride. Promise me you won’t do anything?” He didn’t reply and she knelt down beside him. “Please, Jamie?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked instead of answering.
“Because I wanted to forget. I felt dirty, disgusting, and stupid. But if I hadn’t gone there, I’d never have found Colin and I wouldn’t have been able to set up the agency.”
“Well, that’s all right, then.” He laughed humourlessly. “As long as it’s for the agency. You’ll do anything for the agency, won’t you?”
“You make it sound like I invited him to do it, that I enjoyed it. I didn’t,” she insisted. “The only man I want is you. I love you, Jamie, and I need you.”
“You need the agency.”
“As a job.”
He shook his head. “You’re a millionairess. You don’t need a job.”
“I need that money to put towards a home for us. I still need a job. I need to work. I need to be doing something. I started craving alcohol out of sheer boredom.”
“Freya, the agency is your new craving. And my cock in your pussy at the end of a long day.”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Yes.” He was adamant. “It’s just as well that I love my boss’ pussy.”
“I’m not your boss—”
“Oh, yes you are,” he interrupted softly. “And I really don’t mind. The overall business and finance side of the agency I will gladly leave up to you. I know escorts and I will make sure the agency has the best escorts in London. I love you, Freya, and I will also make sure that I satisfy your pussy’s craving for my cock.”
Stunned, she sat back on her heels. “You really don’t mind?”
“I really don’t mind,” he said.
“Do you still want us to buy a house together?”
He nodded. “But let’s not rush into it. With the huge amount of money we’ll have to spend, we deserve the perfect house.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Now, do you want my cock in your pussy?”
“You know I do.”
He smiled. “Climb on.”
On Monday morning she watched Jamie arrive for work and go into his office. It was all very well telling her he really didn’t mind her being the boss but would he actually follow up his words with actions? She was pleased to see him settling down to work on recruiting more male escorts and she returned to her office.
That afternoon, she saw Colin go into Jamie’s office and close the door. She hurried to the door and listened.
“Sam Cooper?” Colin was asking. “What does that lowlife want now?”
“To fuck ‘S’.”
“He’ll be lucky,” Colin laughed.
“Colin,” Jamie snapped. “I know what he did to Freya, and I want you to help me ensure that he’s never employed as an escort again in London.”
“Did Freya tell you to?”
“No. I just want to make sure he pays for what he did.”
“Okay. No problem. You seem to have found your feet here at last if you don’t mind me saying?”
“No, not at all. Freya and I talked over the weekend. I’m responsible for escorts but she’s the overall boss.”
“And you’re are okay with that?”
“Yes, I am. I don’t have a head for business. Here, I get to work with what I know. And I love and get to fuck the boss. What more could I want?”
He was happy and Freya smiled, went to the ladies toilets and slipped her panties off. If only Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs knew how she loved doing tax returns with her legs wide open and cool air on her pussy. At five o’clock, she shut down her laptop and cleared her desk. About to go to Jamie’s office, there was a knock at the door, and it opened. Jamie came inside, locked the door, and closed the blinds. He lifted her onto the desk, spread her legs and took his hard cock out of his trousers. Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he thrust into her with a grunt, and she moa
ned appreciatively.
Meeting each other’s eyes as he pounded into her pussy, they both smiled. She was working with what she knew. She was in love with a gorgeous man who had the biggest cock in London. What more could she want?
THE END
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