by Tania Cooper
See, I told you they weren’t going to be happy with you.
“Nah mate, sorry about that. I just had a ton of work to get done and needed the quiet to do it, besides, where’s the love? If you fuckers wanted to see if I was okay, you could have always knocked on my front door, Bookend.”
Ha, Bookend. I’ve always loved that nickname for him, why do you call him that anyway? I’ll have to ask Henry. I can’t believe that idiot named his dick Henry. The poor fucker hates his name. But, then again, what can he do about it, he just hangs there.
“True, but then again, where’s the guarantee you would have answered the door, you unsociable fuckhead.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re both pissed at being ignored for two days, I got one thing to say. Suck it up, buttercup, and first round is on me tonight. Meet me at The Duke at eight thirty, I’ll be holding the bar up with two waiting for you fuckers, so you better not stand me up in some douche bag form of revenge.”
“Nice, see you there. Besides, Benji will forgive you the moment that glass ends up in his hand; me, probably the third.”
“Whatever Bookend, see you tonight.”
Party time tonight! Just remember, Alexis wouldn’t like it if you still smelt of booze on Monday morning. Ha, made you grin.
Well it’s time to let it all hang out, to really pull the cork out the bottle and get absolutely wasted. Are we going on a proper crawl or just getting slaughtered at the Dukes? I vote for the Dukes. After spending the last two days in nothing more than a pair of socks, I don’t really feel all that up to wandering around trapped inside a pair of jocks for six hours while you pump me to bursting point with cheap lager and round after round of shots and chasers.
You know that’s just my opinion, well, more of a request than opinion; but hey, it’s your call. But if you have a heart, then for the love of all that is holy, please, please, take that into consideration.
“Laneway, you cheeky fucker, where the bloody hell have you been? Me and Booker were beginning to think you’d started ducking our calls.”
Yeah Laneway, you going to tell them the reason you’re ignoring their calls so much, or am I going to let their tackle and sack in on the secret?
“I just had a lot of work dumped on me with the new project and have been playing catch up. Sorry fellas.”
“Bullshit, you were shacked up with that new bit of fluff from the office, weren’t you?”
“No … I’m ….”
“Yeah, yeah, spin me another one mate, we know you, you were getting your shag on and didn’t want to be interrupted.”
Ha! If your boys only knew how far they were from the truth this would be beyond hilarious, although mate, I think when they pegged you for bedding Miss Warm Sunshine, they were quite close to the money, weren’t they? You’d love a chance to thaw her out; I know Hot Lips wouldn’t say no to us if we asked nicely. Hell, I wouldn’t say no if she asked nicely.
“Whatever.”
See, it’s answers like that, that make me worried you can actually hear me.
“Hey boy, how’s it hanging?”
“Oh hey Henry. Yeah I ain’t too bad, been hanging free the past two days, Lane’s been on a nude work kick, been nice, but I wish he’d lay a towel down on that sofa of his; the stitching in the cushions get stuck to my sack and it freaking hurts.”
“I hear ya, I can’t count the amount of sand that gets caught in my eye when Bookend heads to the beach. He always goes for the nude beach and every damned time I end up with mouthfuls of sand. I’d say it’s a pain in the arse … but well … you get the idea.”
“Oh stop whinging you pair of flaccid nancys, this week has been a living nightmare for me. You know what this fuckhead has gone and done?”
“Damn it, Apples, please tell me he didn’t!” No, Benji couldn’t do that to something so precious.
“No!”
“Yep! I am now the proud owner of a freaking Prince Albert! According to him, it’s supposed to make it feel better for both sides, but so far all it’s given me is a bloody headache or a freaking runny nose. Well, I’d have a runny nose if I had a nose to run out of, but you know what I mean.”
“No mate, I really don’t.” I run enough sometimes without a bloody nose.
“Oh I forgot, I’m the only one here with a lump of metal hanging out of his fucking face!”
“Moving on. What are you guys picking up from Lane?” I need my bros’ advice here.
“Well, he’s in love, even if the dull git doesn’t realise it yet, and I don’t think our boys are even noticing the change in him. He’s mellowed a lot in the last week. I was going to say something sooner, but I thought better of it, just in case it was something else. We all remember what he was like in college, if it came in a little zip lock bag or he was able to drink it he was in. So …” Mr. Prince Albert has the best memory, but can’t say the same thing about his owner Benji.
“Yeah I remember, he gets the flashbacks every now and then, you know, random bouts of absence or a weird memory, but other than the beer and shots, he’s as clean as a baby’s arse.” Those memories feel like I’m on an LSD trip sometimes. “Henry, you got anything to say here?”
“Well, it comes down to two things. One, are you as invested in the woman as he is, even though he doesn’t realise it yet? Are you committed to putting one hundred percent into making him see just how he feels for the woman he is working with?”
“Hang on Henry, I never said it was …”
“You’d have to be an idiot not to see it, and don’t interrupt, it’s rude. Now, answer me, are you committed to making your boy happy?”
“Yes I am, I wouldn’t be doing the right thing if I wasn’t.” If Lane’s happy, I’m happy.
“Good. And two, is your female counterpart as committed as you are to making her girl as happy as Lane is by just being in her presence?”
“Yes, yes she is. Hot Lips is beyond devoted to her girl. Hell, she makes us look like slugs in comparison.”
“Hot Lips huh, nicknames already, that’s a good sign. Anyway, you two need to get down to it, settle on a plan to really bring your two together, heavens know that they make one another happy and I can tell that just from how you act when you think about her or say her name, regardless of what Lane is doing pheromone wise. I mean, what kind of man sits in all weekend and works just to make his work partner think better of him? Or have I guessed wrong there?”
“No Henry, you’ve hit the nail on the head. You know, it really freaks me out sometimes, just how much of a perceptive dick you are.”
“My mate may be a drunken moron at times, but me, well, they always say the brains are in us, I guess I’m just proof of the rumour.”
“And now I think you’re a tosser, Henry. Ha, just kidding, love ya bro.” I really do love my bros, in a bro way though, not the other way, ah hell, you get my drift.
“Yeah, you too. Now let’s get these morons plastered and see if we can put Baby Apple’s new face jewellery to the test.”
“Oh God, you just had to drag out my old college nickname, didn’t you.”
“Well you’re the one that came up with Baby Apples, still, it’s better than Henry.”
This week has flown by and run very smoothly. It seems as if my girl and Mr. Uptight are finally focusing on work, and when they focus, boy do they get a lot of work done. After only two weeks they’re ahead of schedule. I knew my girl could do it, but after the first week I seriously doubted Mr. Uptight’s abilities. But it seems after a weekend break, he came back firing on all cylinders. I thought he must have got laid, but Mr. Eight Seconds informed me with a dramatic sigh, ‘I wish.’
It is Friday again and Alexis and Lane are in the thick of researching. They almost forget to eat lunch and if it wasn’t for myself and Mr. Eight Seconds sending their stomachs a message that we all wanted fuel, they probably would have worked through till dark before realising how hungry we
all are. Even then, Mr. Uptight had lunch ordered in. I could have done with a nice stretch instead.
They have barely moved from their computers all day except for much needed pee breaks, and even then, me and Eight had to remind them forcefully to take care of us. They were this close to getting wet underwear. That would have been a lesson not to ignore us again. But as the sun starts to lower in the sky, I think the time has gotten away from them again. They are working in companionable silence, which is oh so boring.
“Hey Eight, does your man have plans for tonight?”
“Nope. He’s cancelled all Friday night sessions to concentrate on the project; in fact, he has told the guys that weekends are off unless he gives them a heads up that he has time to spare. I think your girl’s incredible work ethic the first week kind of scared him straight. At least for now.”
“Damn, so no action for you then?”
“Believe me, I still get plenty of action, just not the female kind.”
“Well now, I didn’t pick him as bi, my radar must be well and truly broken.”
“What? No, we’re not bi. Well, not yet anyway. But I don’t really see that in our future considering he needs me to get it up and there’s not been a specimen of the male species to raise me yet, so it’s safe to say we only like the ladies. What about you? Any ladies get your motor running?”
“That’s a no for us. But, never say never; especially considering the way the male species is acting these days. Don’t they realise that playing the field, constantly, is affecting the growth of our population? I mean, if they don’t want to settle down, then it’s less likely babies will be born; it means our population will one day be almost nothing. Then what happens to the human race, ha?”
“Umm, alien sex?”
“Seriously and I thought you had the big brain. If it wasn’t for the likes of you or I controlling some of our owners’ actions, there would be no humans left for the aliens to have sex with. But their probing does sound … stimulating.”
“Ha, ha. You’re funny, Hot Lips. A guy could really get used to having you around. It’s going to be so dull when this project’s finished.”
“Oh … umm … thank you. And I agree, it is going to be dull. But, we can at least make the most of it now. I just wish your man wasn’t so cold towards Alexis, because if he wasn’t, it could get really interesting for us two, or maybe awkward, umm, yeah.”
“Oh Hot Lips. Don’t get my brain started on those possibilities. I really need a pee.”
“Umm, what does peeing have to do with anything?”
“You’re turning me on!”
“Well, that’s nice, but, still don’t see what the peeing thing has to do with that.”
“Do you know how hard it is to pee with a hard on? Even a semi can send that stream sideways.”
“Ahh. Now I get it. Nice to know I can affect you in that way.”
“Oh you affect me plenty. It’s just impossible to get my guy to act on it.”
“Maybe we have some hope then. Because I … I … don’t worry.”
“Because you would maybe like to get to know me a little better?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“They wouldn’t be if I was banging at your entrance.”
“Okay then. Let’s leave that conversation for another time. I really need to get my girl up and going home, I’m aching with all the sitting she has done today. I feel as if my flesh is sticking to her thighs. I really need a stretch.”
“I could help you with that.”
“Eight, behave. It’s Friday night and the rest of the office have almost gone. We need to get them out of here and home to begin the weekend.”
“Well, I think that may be difficult. My guy has just decided in his head that he’s staying until this piece of research is complete. In fact, he’s thinking of ordering in dinner.”
“Well he can do what he wants. I’m sending sleepy messages to my girl as we speak and giving her tingles like pins and needles, so she knows I will be completely numb in less than ten seconds flat. I’m out!”
“I’m going to continue here for a few more hours, Lex. But if you want to head home that’s fine.”
Well, where did those manners come from? Maybe these two have come a lot further than I thought. But damn! I can feel exactly what my girl’s thinking and I want to cry with exhaustion.
“I’m fine to continue too, if you don’t mind the company.”
“Hot Lips, wake the hell up and tell me what the fuck is happening here. My guy is fighting the biggest grin he has had in forever! Tonight could be a massive turning point. Come on, do your magic, send out those pheromones.”
“Eight, I’m too tired and I have a headache. Not tonight.”
“What the fuck! You pull that line on me now, when we aren’t even dating? No! Tell me it’s not so.”
“I’m pulling your chain, dickhead. The minute I knew what she was going to say, I started to send those pheros her way as fast as I could. Can’t you smell them?”
“Oh yeah, beautiful, now that is my kind of drug. But my boy is resisting like he would a root canal at the dentist. I give him credit, he has a lot of will power right now.”
“Damn. So does my girl.”
“I don’t mind at all, Alexis. What would you like for dinner? I’ll order something in.”
“I don’t mind. You choose.”
“Eight, what universe are we in?”
“I’m trying to figure that one out myself.”
They sit in silence again, clicking away on their computers, lifting their heads to ask quick questions only. And despite all the happy and horny hormones Mr. Eight Seconds and I are drumming up and shooting through their bodies, neither of them are falling for it. What a pity, because I think I’m really falling for Eight. I can see him as someone I’d like to go to bed with each night and wake up next to every morning. At least a girl can dream.
“Hot Lips, my guy is starting to squirm. Let’s double our efforts and see what happens.”
“Done deal.”
Hormones are flying all over the place, but these two are as stubborn as each other. Alexis starts to squeeze her thighs together to try and alleviate the ache I have created in my centre, as she tries to conceal her hastened breathing. She is squirming in her seat, her cheeks starting to show a distinct flush to them. She swallows hard, keeping her head low as she raises her eyes slightly to check out the cause of our lust induced rush.
She notices him frowning, straightening his spine as he sits up taller in his chair. A low, almost inaudible growl leaves his lips as he reaches a hand down to adjust his package, taking a moment to shift it to a more manageable position. That’s it Eight, make him as uncomfortable as you can.
Alexis likes what she sees and uncontrollably licks her lips. I can feel our entire body struggling to control our want for this man. Despite his coldness and sometimes condescending ways, there’s no denying that he is hot and definitely a fine male specimen. The images flashing through Alexis’s mind are downright dirty, allowing her resistance to begin to waver.
She finally allows herself to think about what it would be like to be swept up into his large muscled arms, with her legs wrapping instantly around his tapered waist, as he raises her from the ground, ravishing her mouth with an urgent hunger to his kiss. She then imagines him turning them around to lie her down upon his desk, too desperate to claim her to bother pushing his paperwork aside.
Her legs, with her stilettos still on, would raise and rest upon his shoulders as he bent down to kiss and suck on her bottom lip, while his fingers are busy unbuttoning her shirt, stumbling with his urgency. He would lift his head to admire her spread beneath him and would then lean forward and lick the tops of her breast, making her breath catch in her throat.
“Hot Lips, are you even listening to me? I said, I think it’s working. His thoughts are taking a turn down wicked street, straight for your girl.”
“Huh what, oh yeah; my girl has
noticed and is trying hard not to show how affected she is by him. He seems really uncomfortable. What’re you doing to the poor guy?”
“I’m making him so hard it feels as if I could break at any moment. He is trying to shift me slightly to alleviate the discomfort, but I just keep pumping the blood through my veins, making it impossible to move me. And it’s not just me, he has now got on board completely and is imagining all the ways he could fuck her on his desk, so it’s not only my fault. I just wish he would get his arse out of the Goddamn chair and do something.”
“Oh damn Eight. I’m about to flood my centre, surely one of them has to break soon!”
Alexis tries breathing techniques to try and control her arousal, but I make sure to increase it. There’s a knock at the door to announce dinner, which has been brought up by one of the building’s security guards. As Lane stands up and walks a little awkwardly to the door to retrieve the bags of food, Alexis take that moment to drool over his tight arse. Damn, those buns are defined. I can only imagine how strong they are when they are helping to pump into a …
“Damn, I’m in pain, Hot Lips. This security guard needs to leave immediately.”
As the guard is handing over the bags to Mr. Uptight, he begins to frown, then looks between Alexis and Lane, obviously smelling the sexual tension that is lingering in the air. He slowly steps back and shuts the door quietly. The guy probably thinks he has something to gossip about with his fellow guards. The problem is there’s nothing to gossip about yet.
Alexis is too unsure of her body to even chance standing at this moment, so she pretends to be engrossed in her work, leaving Mr. Uptight to sort out dinner. After shuffling around with the plastic bags for a few minutes, he takes a deep breath, turning his head towards Alexis for a moment before he begins to slowly walk towards her desk with two containers of her favourite Chinese food.
He places them on her desk and just stands there, breathing loudly, waiting for her to raise her head. Her heart rate has risen; blood is pumping fast through her veins as she slowly raises her head. The heat she sees when her eyes meet his has her flooding her panties all on her own, as she clenches her thighs together harder.
