Swing Batter Swing

by Zaida Polanco

  But the fact that it did meant that he was definitely going to be jerking off to the image of her on top of him, daring him to take her. He was tempted to go into the bathroom to take care of himself. But he wouldn’t do that, not today.

  He would let the blue balls be his punishment for acting like such a fucking predator to his damn assistant.

  Chapter 22: Marty

  Marty spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to think about her boss’s dick.

  Needless to say, she failed miserably.

  In fact, the more she tried to put it out of her mind, the more she thought about it — about the feel of it against her thigh, how hard he was for her, how incredibly thick and massive he felt.

  Marty shuddered at the thought and tried to focus on her work while ignoring the uncomfortable wetness in her panties.

  She knew she was out of line throwing herself at him like that, especially since he was trying so hard to resist her. But dammit, it was clear that they both wanted each other, and they were adults who could fuck and not freak out about it.

  At least, she thought they were. If it were anyone else, at any other point in her life, Marty might have felt guilty about how openly she lusted over Jay. But there was something about him that made her lose any and all chill.

  Despite admitting that he wanted her, Jay had been the one who stopped the progression of their hook-up. Which meant that, if anything happened in the future, he would have to be the one to initiate it. Marty had a feeling Jay would not make another move while she was his assistant, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try tempting him either way.

  Chapter 23: Jay

  Thirty-four minutes. That’s how long had passed since Marty walked out of his office after Jay pushed her away.

  Thirty-four minutes. That was not very much time, when you really thought about it.

  And still, it was enough for Jay to agonize over every detail of their sexy little encounter. Whether he was cataloging the memory for his future pleasure or to beat himself up over his bad choices, Jay was not aware.

  He was unable to sit still in his office, knowing that Marty was just on the side of the door. It was slowly (or not so slowly) driving him out of his goddamn mind.

  Jay decided to pay Richie a visit. He waited til he knew Marty had stepped away from her desk for a bathroom break before he slipped out of his office.

  Cowardly? Sure.

  But Jay didn’t think he could face her just yet. The sight of her alone would crush him even more than pushing her away had already done.

  Richie was in the middle of a call, talking some frantic writer off the proverbial ledge, but he gestured to Jay to sit down.

  Once Richie was off the phone, he simply stared at Jay from across the desk, as if waiting for something. What was he waiting for?

  Jay cleared his throat. “So... uh... hey...”

  Richie smirked, an evil sort of satisfaction on his face. “Alright GB, what happened? Did you fuck her or what?”

  Jay shook his head, trying to fight the inexplicable tightness he felt in his chest. “No I didn’t... I did something worse, actually. We kissed.”

  “And?”

  Richie got up and crossed over to the bar cart in the corner of his office. He poured two glasses of Lagavulin scotch and handed one to Jay.

  Jay sighed heavily and accepted the drink from Richie. He swallowed the scotch in two gulps, relishing the burn of it.

  “I screwed it all up. Took advantage of my position. I’m the fucking worst.”

  “Wait, hold up — did you actually take advantage of your position? Do you think she wouldn’t have been into it if you weren’t her boss?”

  Richie raised an eyebrow as if knowing what the answer was. When Jay thought about it, he had to admit to himself that Marty didn’t seem to much care for his job title or bank account. She wanted to kiss him.

  “Well no but...”

  “Okay, so you kissed her. And she kissed you back. But there was no sex.”

  “Correct.”

  “What the hell happened then?”

  “I don’t know, okay! Things were going great... like, really really great. And I knew she was really into it, and then I just panicked. If I kept going, I’m sure we would have fucked on my desk or something.”

  “I’m failing to see what the problem is...”

  “She’s not a girl who should be fucked on my office desk. She should be, fuck I don’t know, wined and dined and—”

  “Sixty-nined?” Richie supplied helpfully.

  “No, you prick. That’s not what I was going to say. I just feel like she’s special or something. And it’s not fair to have sex with her for the first time on my desk... right? Shit, what am I even saying? I can’t have sex with her ever.”

  Richie shrugged, looking at his friend as if he just sprouted tentacles.

  “What the hell is your problem? You’ve got a smoking hot girl wanting to make bad decisions with you and now you’re suddenly worried about ‘integrity’ or ‘making her not feel ashamed after sex.’ Newsflash, buddy — we all feel ashamed after sex! She’ll be fine! ”

  This was the worst pep talk Jay had ever heard. He longed to go check in with Marty and see how she was feeling about everything, but part of him was nervous that the sooner he talked to her, the sooner she would tell him that what they had done was a mistake. Jay wasn’t actually sure if he would survive that, and he wasn’t in a hurry to find out.

  Instead, he pulled a coward’s move and decided to leave for spring training early.

  He wasn’t due in Arizona for another week and a half, but he decided to push up his departure date under the guise of “getting to know the players.” Yeah right.

  He was certain Marty could see right through him, but he didn’t know what else to do. It was better for him to stay away for a little bit, lest he do something stupid again.

  Like mauling her against a desk — that sort of thing.

  Chapter 24: Jay

  Jay let out a sigh of relief as his plane touched down in Phoenix. It had been just one day since he had his mouth on Marty’s, and Jay felt every minute tick by like the countdown on a bomb.

  He knew that if he stayed in the office any longer, he would do something he couldn’t take back, like bend her over his desk and make her come for hours.

  He knew running away was a coward’s move, especially since he would see her again in a week. But at least he had a chance to cool off and get a hold of himself before he saw her next.

  As the plane taxied to their gate, Jay powered on his phone and allowed the strings of emails and message alerts push through. He’d start with the messages.

  The problem with his plan to put Marty out of his head was that she was still his assistant, and thus he was still pretty much going to be in constant communication with her.

  She’d texted him, which was the mode of communication they preferred for more time-sensitive messages. In this case, her message was simply a confirmation of the car service that would be picking him up from the airport.

  He tried to push down the little bit of disappointment that the text wasn’t anything more than that. Not like he even knew what he expected. A declaration of her love? “Hi Jay, you’ll be picked up by Silver’s Black Car Service and also I would very much like to have your babies, k thanks.”

  Although, honestly, if Jay had received something like that from her, he might just fly the plane back to LA himself.

  He responded back:

  Jay:

  Thanks. Just landed in Phoenix.

  Marty’s response was almost instant, and he knew she was typing from iMessage on her computer.

  Marty:

  Great, I sent you around 56 emails while you were in the air. Nothing urgent but just wanted you to know.

  Jay smiled to himself, appreciating her thoughtfulness. She knew he got overwhelmed when his inbox was too full.

  Jay:

  Thanks for the heads up. Hope you don’t miss
me too much.

  He wasn’t sure why he said that. He saw the three dots indicating Marty was typing but then they went away.

  Shit shit shit.

  He shouldn’t have said that. That was something he would have jokingly sent to Ralph when he was his assistant. But, he and Ralph never made out, and he certainly never had Ralph grinding on his erection, and he definitely didn’t want to fuck Ralph over and over and over and —

  Shit.

  Jay leaned back in his seat as the plane still taxied on the runway. He tried to think of anything but Marty, tried to get his ever-present boner to go away. His phone buzzed with another message.

  Marty:

  I’ve basically been crying into my latte all morning.

  Marty:

  JK, I’ve gotten so much work done. It’s amazing how productive I can be when you’re not distracting me with your blinding handsomeness.

  Chapter 25: Marty

  Marty wasn’t sure why she texted him that. Part of her was desperate for them to move past the awkwardness, and she figured some harmless flirting might help them get there faster.

  She considered sending another message apologizing for being inappropriate. But the truth was, whether Jay liked it or not, they were well beyond a typical boss / employee relationship. They’d crossed that line when they’d kissed and she straddled his lap and felt his very impressive erection. So, a little flirting wouldn’t hurt, right?

  Marty put it out of her mind as she got back to work. Though Jay was gone, she was essentially still coordinating everything for him and it was even more challenging since she wasn’t in the same city.

  A notification in the corner of her screen alerted her to Jay’s response. Her heartbeat quickened before she even read what he said.

  Jay:

  Yikes, I definitely know the feeling. You try getting work done when your assistant is you.

  Marty:

  Uh, thank you? Not sure what that means.

  Jay:

  Yeah, just take the compliment. I’m trying to say you’re hot and I find you incredibly distracting. But I made it weird.

  Marty:

  Aw, flattery will get you everywhere. Is this your way of trying to get out of responding to my emails? Because it’s not going to work.

  Jay:

  Dammit. Foiled again.

  Marty:

  Wait, so if you’re saying you can’t focus when I’m here, and I’m saying I get more work done when you’re traveling... should we just call it? Maybe we’re not the right fit for each other.

  Jay:

  Are you breaking up with me over text?

  Marty:

  Breaking up implies that we are together. I’m just pointing out the obvious. I could go back to the mailroom and wait for another desk. Preferably with an ugly boss.

  Jay:

  Ain’t happening. You’re a great assistant. So if the work you’ve been doing has been you operating at less than your full potential, I’m okay with that. Cause it’s still better than most people.

  Marty:

  Oh stop it, you.

  Marty smiled to herself, glad she and Jay had settled into their usual banter. She decided to just go for it.

  Marty:

  I just feel like... you’re not thinking of the main benefit to having me off your desk.

  Jay:

  Which is?

  Marty:

  We’re free to pursue... other common interests.

  Jay:

  Good lord, kid, you’re gonna be the death of me.

  Marty chose not to respond to that, partially because she didn’t trust herself to not go completely pornographic on him, and also because she hated when he called her kid.

  It highlighted their age difference in a way that she really didn’t enjoy. She knew he did it to remind himself that she was off-limits for whatever reason, and she thought it was dumb and so obvious. She wanted to show him just how much of a ‘kid’ she wasn’t.

  Chapter 26: Jay

  After a few days in Arizona, Jay had started to get antsy. He hated feeling unsettled in hotel rooms, never quite feeling like he was “home.”

  His days were spent meeting with potential clients — from rookies seeking out representation for the first time, to veterans looking for a change. This wasn’t Jay’s first rodeo but frankly, every year, he liked it a little less. He loved his job, but he sometimes hated all the schmoozing that went on behind the scenes before he even signed them as clients.

  Since he had been doing this for years, Jay had developed a friend group consisting of other sports agents and assistants who, in the time Jay had known some of them, had become agents themselves.

  Unfortunately, all the guys wanted to do was talk about Marty, so he couldn’t escape her even though he wanted to.

  Alan, one of the other agents in Jay’s division, was a known creep who was also going through a divorce. This potent combination of assholery meant that Alan would not stop talking about “Jay’s hot assistant” over drinks one night.

  “Seriously, Michaelson, how the fuck do you get any work done with her there? Are you constantly hard around her? Do you have to jerk off in your office on the daily? Or have you already sampled the goods?”

  Jay gritted his teeth as he tightened his hold on his beer, trying to not show his frustration.

  “Come on, man, let’s drop it. She’s a great assistant and this conversation is inappropriate.”

  Alan shrugged. “I’m just saying, if she was my assistant, I’d have her bent over that desk before she could even say ‘good morning.’”

  “Yes, but considering the fact that you’ve fucked four of your last five assistants and are now getting a divorce due to assistant #3 telling your wife that you gave her the clap, I’m not sure I’d take advice from you.”

  Jay scowled and drained the rest of his beer. He excused himself and headed outside to wait for an Uber.

  As he waited, Jay was surprised to see an incoming call from Marty. His heart started racing as he answered, but all he heard was loud background noise. He tried to make out individual voices before he heard Marty’s distinct “Oh fuck” as she picked up the phone.

  “Jay...?”

  “Marty? What happened? You okay?” He tried to hide the rising panic in his voice.

  “Ah shoot, I guess it’s too much to wish that maybe you called me? Instead of what actually happened, which is that I probably butt dialed you.”

  Jay tried not to think about her glorious butt. “Hate to break it to you, but I think it must have been a butt dial. It’s alright.”

  Marty sighed heavily. “I’m sorry Jay, clearly my butt wants you. Or maybe that’s my subconscious. No, never mind, I’m pretty sure that’s just my... regular conscious? Whatever.”

  Jay laughed out loud. “Are you drunk, McFly?” he asked, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

  “Noooooo,” she giggled, “well, maybe a little bit. Or a lot. I don’t remember. I went on a date tonight.”

  Jay swallowed hard and tried to remain casual. He could do this. He could talk to her like a normal person, a friend even. Who cares that she went on a date and maybe let some guy feel her up and ply her with booze.

  “Oh...? How did it go?”

  Marty hesitated and then mumbled something to someone next to her. Jay heard the deep rumble of a male voice but couldn’t make out any words. He tried in vain to quell the burst of envy in his chest. Was she still on this date? This was going to require a level of calm that Jay wasn’t sure he possessed.

  “Uh, McFly?”

  Marty returned to the phone. “I’m sorry, so sorry, I got distracted. What was I saying? ”

  Jay knew he should let it go but he absolutely had to know. “You were telling me about your date? Still going?”

  “Oh! Oh no, the date is over. It was... a bit terrible, to be honest. My friends didn’t want me to be sad so that’s why they got me drunk.”

  Jay relaxed a bit knowing that the g
uy he heard in the background was a friend and not her date. “I’m sorry you had a bad date. But you should never wallow over a guy.”

  A long silence while Marty mumbled something Jay couldn’t hear. This time, however, it didn’t seem like she was talking to anyone. Just herself.

  “Marty, I can’t really hear you when you mumble.”

  “Shh it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m talking to myself.”

  “Listen to me, McFly. There’s literally nobody out there you should be wallowing over. You’re better than any guy you will ever meet. It sounds absurd but it’s true, I promise.”

  “Does that statement apply if I’m wallowing over you? Oh fuck me, just forget I said that. Jesus Christ, I’m just on fire tonight.”

  Jay smiled, as he could practically hear Marty rolling her eyes at herself. He decided to not embarrass her by mentioning her adorable drunken admissions of her lust for him.

  “What happened on the date to make it so terrible?”

  “Oh you know, just some light racism, the usual,” she tried to joke but it was clear that she was hurt. It killed Jay to hear her trying to make light of the situation.

  Silence. He could hear her breathing but she wasn’t saying anything.

  “Marty? You okay?”

  Another sigh from her.

  “Yeah it’s fine. We went to dinner and had a decent time and then as he was paying, he said he didn’t typically ‘do black chicks’ but that he was enamored with my pictures on Bumble and he just had to know what it would be like to fuck me. And as if that wasn’t shitty enough, he said this like it was the highest compliment and I should be wet already just thinking of how lucky I was that he was willing to fuck me.”

  Jay was stunned into an uncharacteristic silence.

  “You still there?”

  Jay shook his head though she couldn’t see him.

  “Yeah, sorry, I just... wow. I’m really sorry you had to deal with that. For the record, that guy is a horrible idiot with what I’m sure is a tiny dick.”

  Marty groaned. “I’m honestly more upset that I didn’t see it coming, you know? I’m usually much better at reading people so I don’t often find myself in these situations anymore. So honestly I’m just mad at myself for not seeing it.”