by Oscar Watson
I leaned back, put my hands behind me, held on to the edge of the desk, and closed my eyes. I was savoring the whole thing but I didn’t want to finish anytime soon. My feet were on his shoulders, his hands were holding on to the top of my thighs, and he was plummeting into me. All that could be heard the music of our bodies coming together. Our grunts, groans, and moans were kept low and to a minimum. We barely spoke. He flipped me over and hand me holding on to the edge of his desk while he invaded me from behind. I was biting my lip but as soon as he hit the spot that he knew well, I let out a yelp.
“Shh.” He said again. I was trying to keep quiet but who could keep quiet when your G spot was getting hit every which way. It finally got to a point where he put his hand around my mouth to help me be quiet. But he used that to his advantage to get deeper inside me. He rotated his hips and was hitting my spot without ever taking himself out. I moaned as loudly but nothing could be heard with his hand tightly over my mouth. He hit the spot hard and deep, and I came with a fury. He started going faster and harder. He smacked my bottom and the sound echoed off of the walls. Gripping it hard enough I knew he was leaving hand prints all over my ass. The juices of us slid down my leg and he fell against my back.
We were breathing hard while we were getting dressed. I put on my shoes and went over to the mirror to fix my hair. I peeked over at him and he was watching me.
“What is it?” I turned around.
“I can’t stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Having sex with you. I know I’m not going to be able to stop. When I first saw you, I thought I could keep it professional even though I found you very attractive. But then you opened your mouth and started giving me attitude, and I knew then that I was screwed.”
“I’m not going to apologize for being myself.”
“I’m not saying that at all. I just know that I can’t work with someone I’m trying to bone all the time. It’s bad enough they don’t take me seriously here.”
I was shocked when he said that. We all knew that Mr. Kabot came from money. His parents owned a chain of organic supermarkets. They were multi millionaires and out of nowhere Mr. Kabot became the CEO of the magazine. It was speculated that his parents bought his position. I didn’t know that he knew of the rumors people were saying about him. But damn, I didn't know that he cared.
“You think I like being an asshole?” He continued. “I don’t but if I don’t continue to make this magazine a success, then I just look like a spoiled little rich kid that destroyed a business in the few years he was in charge. I can’t let that happen.”
“So you’re an asshole with a purpose.” I grinned and he laughed. “I get it.” I crossed my arms.
‘It’s just so sad to see that you were really considering to leave this magazine because of me.”
“Can we not….” I shook my head. “I just don’t want to hear this. Abigail already gave me an earful.”
“Just let me explain myself. There’s a good reason why I chose Adam. He has a strong following on social media. Wherever he publishes an article, they get a lot of buzz. He has his name out there already. So I knew if I gave him a permanent position here, his followers would turn into loyal readers of the magazine. The decision wasn’t about you at all. If I could, I would give you a permanent spot as a writer.”
“What are you talking about with if? You can give me a spot.”
“At least I could before I had sex with you.”
My eyes opened wide. I looked at him puzzled.
“Are you insinuating that I fucked you to get a better position?”
“No! Not at all. I know and understand how this,” He motioned his hands between him and I “All started. I just know that if I were to suddenly give you a position after I fought so hard for Adam, that it would look suspicious.”
“Oh.” I let his words soak in.
“I don’t want you to leave this magazine. We need fresh and innovative writers like you. You will be able to keep us current and a trending topic. That is vital for this business.” He paused and looked at me. His eyes were a combination of sincerity and a request. “Ms. Egan, I can promise you, that I will give you a writing position. I just have to do it in a manner that saves not only me, but you reputation. You don’t ever want anyone to suspect that you got your job by any other means than hard work. Trust me, I already know how that feels.”
“You have three months.”
“I’ll give you what want in one.”
Chapter Five - The Countdown Begins
It had been two weeks since that moment. Mr. Kabot continues to be an asshole but at least now, I know it’s for a purpose. Despite what he thought, after Mr. Gordon published his first article, it didn’t get the same praise as the others. Often you would Mr. Gordon and Mr. Kabot discussing how they would get more of a buzz on the social media front. I didn’t care too much because now that I knew I was pretty much locked in for a permanent writing position, I was working on even more of my own articles. I wanted to be ready when he called me. There were so many things going on that I knew I had a pulse on the trending topics.
“Angela?” I saw Abigail walking towards my cubicle. “Please follow me to Mr. Kabot’s office.” I shot up off of my chair. He couldn’t be asking me for sex, not with Abigail here. We’ve had sex a few more times since the proposition. We banged in his office bathroom, in his office again, and even underneath the conference table. It was hot, wild, and scandalous. I suppose the fact that we shouldn’t be having sex played a lot in it. Actually, it was a huge part of it. Once we did it while some staff members were rooms away. I was riding his face and when he spanked my bottom, I damn near drew blood with how hard I bit my lip. After that, we went back to the routine of waiting until everyone was out the office. We didn’t want to get caught. And seeing how everybody was treating me the same and I never heard whispers of an illicit office affair, I know we’ve been doing a great job keeping it all a secret.
We arrived at his office. The door was open and I saw that he was looking at something on the computer. She knocked on the door and he looked right at us.
“Come in and close the door.” He motioned for both of us to come in. “Have a seat Ms. Egan and Abigail will get started.”
“Yes.” Abigail pointed to one of the chairs. “We have decided that you should bless us with your talent…”
“Keep it short, I have things to do.”
“Of course.” She said in a patronizing tone. “Anyway, may you please write five articles?”
“Really?” My eyes opened wide and panned over to Mr. Kabot. His face was stern so I really couldn’t read it.
“Yes. It can be on any topic really. We’ve seen your work so we know that you can-”
“Write five articles for us. When you have completed that task, shoot it over to the editor, and if it’s…”He paused. “If it is even acceptable enough for our standards, we’ll consider publishing it.”
“Wow. Thank you for the opportunity.” I was looking directly at him. “Both of you.” I smiled at Abigail.
“Yes but Ms. Egan don’t let this by any means confuse you. You are still not part of the writing staff. We’re just taking a bit of…”He sighed. “What’s the correct word because I don’t want to say pity.” Abigail shot him a look. “I’m just saying, we’re doing you a favor.”
“Thank you.” I said through my teeth. “Once again, I’m grateful for the chance that you both have allotted to me. I appreciate it immensely.” I stood up. “I assume that will be all?” He waved me out the room and Abigail walked out with me. She gave me a hug and went about her business. I looked back in the room and he had slick grin across his face.
I walked back to his office door and leaned in the doorway. He looked confused and I shook my head to assure him that everything was fine.
“Poetry club, tonight.” I whispered and he nodded his head.
I was wearing my revealing short black dress. I didn’t usually dressed sexy
. I knew my long legs would elicit stares. If you combined that with a push up bra and cleavage, people couldn’t keep their eyes off me. I let my loose waves of black hair down and applied a clear gloss to my lips. Poets were telling wonderful poems but I wasn’t paying attention. I was waiting on someone.
“Ms. Egan.” Mr. Kabot was next to me. I stood up and put my hand within his.
“Tonight, I’m Angela.”
“You look gorgeous...Angela.”
“Want to fuck me Franklin?” I asked and his eyes opened wide. I knew he loved my feistiness.
“That goes without saying.”
“Well let’s see if you play your cards right tonight.” I chuckled.
“I shall say the same to you.”
We sat down and watched the poets take the stage. I saw a whole other side to him. He was relaxed and seemed to be enjoying himself. He laughed at all the jokes and listened intently to the more serious poets. I was staring at him. His sharp nose, his white teeth, and his strong jawline. He was so handsome. How is it that I never really looked at him before? I knew he was handsome but it never pulled a reaction out of me. He was just that sexy dickhead from my job. And now after having him enter me on weekly to daily basis, I can’t help but look at him. For the first time, I finally saw him.
“We should start featuring poems in the magazine.” He mentioned while he nursed a beer.
“No that wouldn’t be a good look.”
“Why not? This place is always packed. You come here enough. Don’t you think the readers would love to read some of these poems?”
“They would but you shouldn’t just publish them in the magazine. You have to remember you have set a certain tone. So you have to introduce it much more smoothly.”
“What are you saying?”
“We need to rebrand our social media sites. We can’t just put shit up about our writers, we have to be more interactive and youthful. So instead posting a reminder of an article, post jokes and poems. Triumphant is a great magazine but it’s so stuffy that we are limiting ourselves from a broader audience. We need to be fun. Our social media needs to be a tool to bring new readers in and to keep our old readers in the loop.”
He nodded his head. He gulped the rest of his beer down and set the empty bottle on the table.
“You’re right. I was thinking of doing something similar but I was hesitant on it.”
“Don’t.” I urged him. “Keep pushing forward. Make the changes you need to make.”
“But what if it doesn’t make people happy?”
“What is your ultimate goal? Their happiness or the success of the magazine?”
The kiss was fast. I didn’t even see it coming. He grabbed my chin and pulled me in.
“You are looking so…” His eyes trailed my body up and down. ‘You knew what you were doing when you chose this outfit.”
“I had my suspicions.” I put my hand on his crotch and felt how hard it was. “I can see that I’m right.”
“Put your hands inside my jeans.”
“Here?”
“Who is going to see you?” He asked. “Now, put your hands inside my jeans and you know what to do.”
I unzipped and pushed through until I had his hard shaft in my hands. I started stroking him up and down and passing my fingers over his hard head. He leaned in the table and put his hands up my dress. I looked around to see if anybody was looking at us, but not only were they paying attention to the stage, the lights were on very low. It was dark.
I pulled him completely out, licked the palm of my hand, and started stroking him up and down. I had an ultra tight grip and every stroke or so, I would spit in my palm until he was completely wet. He groaned as quietly as he could. He then stroked my clit feverishly until I was convulsed. I almost knocked the drinks off the table.
“Let’s get out of here.”
I raced up and he followed me soon after. He stepped out the exit and grabbed me in for a passionate kiss. He grabbed my ass and squeezed hard.
“Where’s your car?”
“It’s a few blocks down.” He gave me a disapproving look. “Parking gets crazy around poetry night.” I explained.
“Follow me.”
He took my hand and led me to through an alley to a parking lot. He grabbed me and started kissing me.
“Someone could see us.” I moaned as was lifting up my skirt.
“Then we’re going to have to be quiet.” He bent me over completely and rammed himself inside me. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.” He smacked my ass. “Yes Mr. Kabot.”
“My first name.” He smacked me again.
“Yes Franklin!”
He put both hands on my shoulders and dived deep within me. I placed one hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. The cars zooming by and the soft chatter of the people in the street didn’t stop us. We just continued going underneath the dim light. His speed was fast and furious. He shifted his feet and suddenly he found the G spot. I orgasmed so hard that I almost fell forward. We laughed and he planted my hands on a wall in front of us. He was stabbing nice and hard, like a dagger. It hurt so good and I hated that I did. All those times I spent loathing him, I could have been having hot, sweaty sex. Hmm, the more you know.
“Ah!” I screamed as he sped up. His soft grunts were letting me know that he was almost there. So I slammed my hips against him to match his speed.
“Faster.” I listened and complied. He smacked and grabbed my ass and started stroking my clitoris with the same speed as he was entering me. I clenched my muscles, closed my eyes, and slammed my hips against him hard. He rewarded me by filling me up with his essence.
While fixing myself up, he swung me around and kissed me hard. This was different from all the other kisses. I don’t know, but there was a sad feeling behind it.
“What’s going on?”
“I just felt like kissing you.” He tried to brush it off as nonchalant but his eyes gave him away.
“Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine Ms-” He stopped short. “Everything is fine Angela.”
“Ok.” I wasn’t buying it.
“It’s just that, work will be hectic the next few days so I don’t want you to think that I don’t have your interests at heart.”
“Okay…?”
“I just want you to remember that.”
“Okay. I do.” I shrugged my shoulders. He kissed my nose.
“Let’s go back to your place.”
Chapter Six - Submission
I walked into work with my usb drive in my hand. I usually emailed myself a copy of my articles, but I wanted to upload them just in case. Now that the editor gave me a green light, I knew my dream of being published was coming true. Of course I still had to wait for an approval, but I know that was already a done deal. I just can’t wait until I see my articles on the site. I can’t wait for that moment when I click on my own link and see not only my articles, but my picture. In case they wanted me to take a picture, I curled my hair via old school Farrah Fawcett and dolled myself up. I wanted to look gorgeous in the picture. And if Franklin Kabot happened to see me and banged my lights out...that’s just a bonus.
“You look great.” Abigail complimented me when she arrived at my station.
“I feel great.” I told her honestly. In the background, I saw Adam Gordon go into Franklin’s office. Abigail followed my stare and shook her head.
“They thought that guy was the Michael Jordan of journalism.” She scoffed. “He hasn’t lived up to the hype at all yet.”
“It’s fine.”
“No that should have been you.” She pat my back. “So I got a look at those articles and I loved them. The editor even complimented them. She also was bragging about the fact that she had so very little to correct.”
“Thank you.” I was smiling ear-to-ear.
“We’ve all basically decided that we’re going to publish all five of your articles today.”
I wanted to leap o
ut of my chair but I had to keep my cool. I was a breath away from my dream. Of course I hadn’t been made a full time writer, but this was the step right before it.
“I’m so happy.” I gushed. She hugged me and squealed.
“”So will I be taking a picture during lunch or right away?’
“I hate to say this but that’s up to Mr. Kabot. He’s just ironing out the last few details.” I scrunched my face. “No don’t worry. I heard him say, verbatim, that your articles will be published. I even overheard him mentioning printing out forms for you to sign. It’s practically all a go.
“Ms. Egan.” His voice commanded respect and he barely even raised it. Both Abigail and I exchanged looks. Her eyes were filled with enthusiasm and hope. This time it was a definite. He motioned me to come to his office. I stood up and made my way there. “Close the door behind you.” I walked over to close the door and Abigail and I caught eyes. She gave me the thumbs up and I smiled.
“Have a seat.” I sat in the chair and looked over at the couch, where we had sex on countless times, and noticed Mr. Gordon was in the room.
“Hey Adam.” I greeted him. He had a sour look on his face and looked away from me.
“Ms. Egan we would like to publish all five of your articles.” Mr. Kabot informed me. I didn’t want to smile so I kept my face firm.
“Thank you for the opportunity.”
“Please sign these forms and we can go on.” He handed me a manilla folder and a pen.
“No problem.”
I opened the form and saw it was a non compete form, with a release form. I signed because it was pretty normal. I thought I was done until I when I handed it to him, he informed me I had one more form to sign. I looked through and when I saw the final paper, I slammed the folder shut.
