by S. C. Adams
“You make it sound like the common cold. I feel like I’m living in a nightmare.”
“Aiden, I feel the same way, but we’ve been over this. Why do we keep doing this dance?”
“Because we’re both great fucking dancers,” I quickly answer.
We look into each other’s eyes for several uninterrupted moments. I half-expect one of us to pounce on the other again. Instead, Kate takes charge.
“To be totally honest, I had to come into work today,” she says. “What I have for you is too good not to discuss right away.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“I’ve got evidence that we can use in our case against Sarah,” she elaborates. “I acquired it, shall we say.”
“What kind of evidence?” I ask with newly restored hope.
“Well, most rumors considering solely her are likely true,” she says. “I talked with a lot of people who have had dealings with her throughout the years, Aiden, trust me. Your situation is almost a picnic compared to some of these poor guys.”
“Well, we’re not through with each other yet,” I remind her. “She and I are locking horns, and neither of us has won or lost yet.”
“Well, you’ll probably end up being the winner in any sort of battle you might find yourself in,” she says. “I’m not worried about you, Mr. Marx.”
“Kate—”
“Evidently,” she interrupts to digress. “She had affairs with a lot of men and ruined their lives. And not just the men’s lives, but their families’ lives and their friends’ lives. There were plenty of people who I spoke to over the last two days who were willing to go on record as saying that this girl is basically a complete fucking she-demon. Character witnesses like that can’t be beat.”
“That’s terrific!” I cheer.
“Well, it’s not terrific that their home lives were basically destroyed,” she points out. “But yes, we’ve been catching a lot of lucky breaks. One of my old professors that she got fired is going to testify on your behalf, should it get to that.”
“Kate, you will never cease to amaze me, will you?” I ask, feeling almost like I could cry. “I’m so impressed. I’m so inspired by you. You have such amazing ideas.”
She blushes. “I always assume you have an idea before I did.”
“I wish, believe me! Wow, this could all really help sway public opinion of me.”
“These things might be able to help you,” she amends. “I think they will, but nothing is guaranteed. Let’s hope for the best but expect the worst.”
“If enough men come forward and all tell similar stories like mine, surely that’ll discredit Sarah’s bullshit!” I say defensively. “That’s a great idea! Why wouldn’t that work?”
“People are really mad right now, Aiden,” she says. “The unfortunate reality that we have to accept here is that nothing is for certain. This is terrible what’s happening to you; it’s slanderous and cruel. But let’s not get carried away, right?”
“We can do this so it’ll be handled right,” I say. “We just have to do it in a way that vindicates me. Yes, we’ll point the finger at Sarah, but we won’t yell and scream like she does. We have to always counter her moves, right?”
“Right. Once again, I’m impressed, Mr. Marx.”
“I’m in great company, Ms. Harly. Great minds think alike, no?”
She bites her lip and looks away. “We’re alike in many ways.”
“Isn’t that just annoying as hell?” I remark.
“Yes, it is,” she agrees. “Now, back to business. When we start revealing these other men and tell their stories to go along with yours, we have to be extremely subtle about it. Our intentions can’t be on our sleeves, and we have to remain cryptic. At that press conference the other day, people were eating up what you said whenever you were mysterious and dropping little vague hints of things going on behind the scenes. ‘Sarah has been known to sleep with men and get them fired.’ ‘Oh, go talk to those two Ivy League professors that she got fired for fucking her big slutty vagina.’”
I burst out laughing, relieved by her levity.
“You just have to keep being Aiden Mark, CEO and owner,” Kate says.
“That’s what I know how to do best,” I say.
It feels like we’ve only talked for ten or twenty minutes about what we are going to do next about restoring my image. It turns out we brainstormed and spitballed ideas all the way until the clock reads 5:59.
I not only notice the time, but I see that Kate and I are the only ones left in the office. There isn’t going to be another person coming into the office until the cleaning crew comes through later that night.
I decide to make a move.
8
Kate
My watch beeps, signaling that we’ve finally hit 6:00 p.m. I put my things away in my bag, slide my sandals back on my feet, and prepare to say goodnight. The time has gotten away from us. I can’t believe how dark it is through his office windows.
Most of the building has already gone dark, with most of the employees having turned the lights off as they left. The brightest light on the whole floor is the in Aiden’s office. I stand up from my chair, and I’m suddenly very aware of where Aiden is. I feel his presence directly behind me. I feel his warmth and I can taste his breath lingering lightly in the air. He is close enough to touch me.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I say without turning around to face him. “No matter how much we may want it.”
“Oh, we want it,” he says.
“I want it more than anything else in this world, Aiden,” I profess. “I can’t get you out of my head!”
“I know what you mean. Same here, Kate. Same here.”
He is now standing directly behind me. I can feel his entire body up against mine. His hands are still down at his sides, but they are antsy.
“Are you afraid we’ll get caught, sir?”
“Somewhat. There are cameras in this place.”
I immediately start looking around frantically for a sign of a camera. I back up into him, and I instantly feel his hard cock stretching through his pants, desperately trying to get out and be milked.
“I’m going to close the door and shut the blinds,” he says. “Even if the blinds weren’t shut, no camera has a good angle of my office. I have it that way by design.”
He glides over to the door to shut it and lock it. He shuts his windows and closes his blinds. He also has curtains that block out the sun remarkably well. I’m instantly right at home, comfortable.
“I crave you,” I moan.
He returns to his original position: standing directly behind me and pressing his massive bulge against my ass. This time, his hands now join the bulge, caressing and massaging my ass like it’s a matter of life and death.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask him.
“We’re not letting common sense get in the way?” he wonders.
“Common sense abandoned you and me from the moment we started talking to each other in private,” I say astutely. “I know that I want you, and I’m not going to be satisfied until I have you inside of me in every imaginable way.”
“Take off your shirt while I clear off my desk, if you would,” says Aiden.
I do as I’m told, quickly removing my shirt and even going for my bra clasp.
He throws everything off of his desk with one swift swoop, making waste of everything from papers to coffee mugs to a computer desktop. It startles me because the noise from everything hitting the floor sounds like a cannon blast going off.
“I want you just as bad as you want me, darling one,” he growls. “But don’t just hear my words. Listen! I said take off your shirt. I didn’t say to remove your bra, did I? I have plans for that.”
I quickly put my hands to the sides and offer them freely at his disposal. He takes me by the hand and escorts me up onto his desk.
“How many girls do you do this with in a given month?” I ask.
“What, take t
hem up on the desk?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I just got this desk a week ago,” he claims. “So, I haven’t done what we’re doing now with anyone else. Just you.”
He sometimes speaks clumsily but he is always earnest. He is clearly giving me a line, but I’m oddly okay with it. I’m not a saint, either, even though I know my count isn’t anywhere near as high as his.
He leans into me, pressing his large bulge back into me. This time, he spreads my legs so that he can grind directly against my crotch.
He fortunately doesn’t pull this charade for too long. He straightens up and takes to quickly removing his clothes in front of me. It isn’t so much a striptease as it is an animal shedding its skin for something new. He is ready to give himself to me, and I’m ready to receive every considerable centimeter of his juicy dick.
“Take off all of your clothes on the desk, slowly,” he commands.
“As you wish.”
I slowly remove my clothes for him. I’m relinquishing any sort of control I thought I might’ve had when I walked through his doorway. He enjoys watching me take off my clothes.
Once we are both fully nude, he approaches me and sticks his big, thick dick far up into my wet pussy. He angles it in just right and I’m stretched so tight I can barely take it.
“Fuck you’re big,” I moan. “Oh shit.”
I can feel every inch of him as he drills deeper into me with each thrust. He kisses me all over—anywhere that his mouth can reach at that given moment.
He pulls out, startling me yet again, draining the air out of me.
“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”
“I’m hungry,” says Aiden. “I’d like to dine from your garden, if I may.”
“Oh my. You absolutely may, Aiden.”
He kisses me and caresses my body like it’s a work of art. He takes his cock in his hand and traces it down my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-come in his wake as he goes farther south.
He gets onto his knees at the foot of the desk, kissing me all the way down my body and running his fingers across my landscapes. He goes from all the way up at my neck, to my breasts, to my belly button, and then finally, he reaches his Garden of Eden. In this garden, he is allowed to feast on whatever his heart desires.
First, he backtracks a step and becomes reacquainted with my breasts. I have him sucking on my firm tits, once again melting them under the intensity of his heat.
He gets into the position. He licks his lips, sets his sights on the prize, and prepares to feast.
“I want you to give me your sweet honey, sugar pie,” says Aiden quietly. “Whenever you’re ready, give me the main course.”
He kisses my thighs tenderly, lightly pecking them at times and sending chills all across my skin. He doesn’t wait long. After all, he is a hungry man, and hungry men like to eat a lot and eat it fast.
He eventually begins to kiss tenderly and randomly all around my pussy, never lingering in one place for long. He makes up for it by firmly shoving the tip of his tongue up against my clit, pushing my button and sending waves of pleasure all throughout my body. He knows right where to go, and he knows just what to do to pull out an easy orgasm from a girl like me.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I stutter. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”
He groans while he runs his tongue up and down my wet walls. “Give it to me whenever you’re ready, angel.”
The sounds of his muffled voice in my lap are just the icing on top that I need. I grab onto his head with such an iron grip that I feel sure I’m hurting him. I simply can’t afford to risk the chance that he might move his perfect, chiseled head away from where it needs to be: eating me out with a fiery intensity.
I come for him, and I’m not even sure if it’s just once. Once he knows that I’m creaming for his digestion, he laps it all up with his tongue and keeps working me for more. He consumes my dessert and doesn’t look fully satiated.
“That is delicious,” says Aiden. “But now, I think I’m ready for us to pick up immediately where we left off on our colorful tale of passion.”
“Where would that be, Mr. CEO?”
“We’re going to have hot, passionate sex on my desk,” he tells me. “There are no rules on positions or guidelines. In other words, we can do anything you’d like in the world. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to take me doggy style here on the desk,” I reply. “I want you to rub my clit while you fuck me nice and good from behind.”
“You know I’ll be on it,” says Aiden happily.
“Then, you’re going to take me from behind again,” I say, pushing my luck. “I’ll bend over and completely submit myself to your power.”
“I don’t want you to completely submit,” he says. “I don’t think utter dominance is the way to go, even in fun relationships.”
“You think people should take turns in bed,” I say. “Sharing is caring.”
“Precisely.” I nod. “Do you feel similarly in that regard?”
“I have to say, I do,” I tell him.
He flips me around on the desk and gets me on my hands and knees, with my ass arched in the air waiting to be commandeered.
“Oh, I never get tired of looking at your incredible body,” he raves, just before smacking my ass hard. “I just can’t get enough.”
Neither of us can get enough of each other. We are well past addicted by this point. We are obviously on the greatest high of our lives, and we are both just waiting for things to maybe work out for us afterward.
He holds onto my buttocks firmly while he pounds into me. I try keeping my voice down on the chance that someone comes back into the office suddenly, or maybe someone outside the building can hear something, but it’s a fruitless attempt. I moan loud, and his name escapes my lips frequently.
After a good long while, we move from the top of the desk to the edge of it. I bend over for him, and he returns to riding me hard from behind. He is stretching me farther apart than I’ve ever thought possible for me. He smacks my ass to encourage me to spread my legs open wider.
He grabs onto my breasts while I take him from behind. He fondles my nipples just right, and he manages to make me come yet again.
My walls have practically collapsed. The days of being away from me have clearly taken the sort of toll he claimed. He’s been pent up, fueling himself more and more every day for an explosion. His explosion comes shortly after my barriers are broken.
He shoots an intense, immense load of warm, thick come deep into my hole. Our orgasms are powerful enough to knock down the walls of this entire building.
We spend a little over an hour together in his office, having our way with one another. Afterward, we both get dressed and we walk out of his office together. He offers me a ride home, but I figure that it will be better if I take a cab, just in case certain eyes are watching us at that moment.
“At least let me pay for the taxi,” he insists. “Getting in the cab is enough.”
“We want to improve your image, don’t we?” I ask. “If the wrong people were to see us walking out of Tech Wreck together, alone, after hours…”
“You make an excellent point,” he concedes. “I’m still going to give you money for the cab. Are you sure I can’t take you home?”
“I’m sure, thank you, sir,” I say. “Is your limo driver here tonight?”
“He can be here in less than an hour. Why?”
“I’m just thinking about fun things I want to do. I’ll bet that driver has seen some shit.”
“More than you know.” He laughs cryptically.
“When will I see you again?” I ask desperately.
He ponders to himself for a few moments before answering. “Any time, day or night, little lady.”
9
Aiden
On Tuesday, Kate releases all the dirt and info that she dug up on Sarah, and the media stirs instantly, going into a constant state of major frenzy. No on
e knows who to talk to, what to ask us, or what to focus on. It gives us time to recuperate and decide what happens next in good time, instead of being rushed at the behest of the hungry media.
The info she released includes stories from six different men who know Sarah that have stories like mine to tell. Many are powerful or influential men, and it paints the portrait perfectly of the kind of crap I am dealing with.
By the time we hit Thursday, the conversation is all over the place. The media has been looking into Sarah, and fortunately for me, she often displayed her questionable behavior on social media, so everyone can see it. With everything on my side, the media is successfully able to have two colorful villains, two sexual deviants they can attack. Having just a little bit of the weight off my shoulders and shared with my opponent feels incredibly satisfying.
I’m holding a press conference that afternoon to address the allegations against me and now against Sarah. Even though my camp released the dirt on Sarah, I have to act as though I am basically clueless and know little about it.
Before I speak at the press conference, I call a meeting with my staff. I want us all to be on the same page, and I want Kate to get a chance to talk to the group. I want to hear her going over everything one more time.
As Kate goes over all her findings, the steps the press will take, and how we should approach everything, I once again find myself lost, entranced by her. The words begin to hit me like snowflakes melting in the air. I’m caught up in her delivery, the way she looks, the way she smells.
Everyone is happy with the info Kate has acquired. The more trysts and counts of abuse we can find, the better things look for Tech Wreck and me. We are all ready to put the bad press behind us.
I step up to the podium and address the media. Out of the corner of my eye, to the side of the stage, I can see Kate standing nearby, watching. I’m glad that she is right in the room with me. Plus, she needs to oversee everything when it’s a press conference like this. She has to watch the crowd to see how they react, watch me and how I interact with the crowd, and she even is monitoring social media from her phone while this is streaming online.
