Extra Extra (Working Girl Series Book 1)

by CY Jones

  “Did you like that, Shelly? Did you like the exquisite pain I brought you?” he asks with his lips brushing the outside of my cunt, sending all kinds of sensations throughout our body.

  “Yes,” I moan, closing our eyes, backing into his hot skin with need.

  “Does your ass burn? Would you like me to kiss the hurt away?”

  “Shit. Fuck yes. Kiss and lick us, Drew.”

  His mouth moves upwards, and he squeezes and pulls the cheeks to our ass apart, opening us up like a split watermelon, making me cry out before sticking his tongue in our puckered hole. A lesser woman would have cum, but I hold firm as he rims us slowly with the tip of his tongue like a merry-go-round before flattening his tongue so he can pleasure our cunt. Expertly he licks, kisses, and swipes us, his lips suckling the hard nub of our hidden pearl, and too soon, I’m losing the fight to hold back and scream with an intense orgasm. Before I’m even done cumming, he shoves himself inside, his long hard cock pummeling into our center like it’s at war with our body. Our body shakes, and he pulls us up against him, so he can play with our tits as he jackhammers inside us, hitting our special spot over and over again like a marksman. He may be a scumbag, but he knows our body well and what to do to bring us pleasure.

  Turning us again until we’re laying on our back, he holds firm to our hips, pulling us forward and entering us in one hard thrust. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming, and he pulls out doing it again, forcing me to cry out. Satisfied, he continues his ball busting pace, renewing the urge to explode again. When he adds his fingers and starts to strum our clit alongside his cock, I can’t hold back anymore and cum again with a loud porno worthy moan.

  “Good girl. Fuck, you look so exquisite when you orgasm.” His voice isn’t his own and briefly, I wonder if Andrew is the only one in there or is he like us? Is that the real reason why he’s able to accept us so easily?

  His will power is commendable. Each time he’s close, he slows his pace with long even strokes before picking up speed again. Like a doll, he bends us to fulfill his needs. His personal toy to play with and do as he likes. This time, when he’s close, he doesn’t slow his pace, and when he’s ready, he pulls out, jerking his seed all over our body, splattering our tits, stomach, and cunt before laying beside us breathing hard.

  “Give me a minute before I untie you and fuck that smart mouth of yours,” he says, gripping his dick in his fist to stay hard.

  All night long, like some demented Energizer Bunny, he keeps going and going, showering us with his seed and fucking us in ways I’ve only seen in porn, his stamina is due to the Viagra he took before confining us to the bedroom. It’s when he’s holding our face still to take another cum shot do I realize he hasn’t cum inside us, not once. Not even the last time we were together. It’s weird because he knows we’re on the shot, and doesn’t he delusionally think of Brooklyn as his fiancee? He has no qualms about fucking bareback, so why the restraint when he orgasms? He’s hiding something, Gloria answers my unspoken question, sounding very fucking reasonable and sane.

  Like what? It’s not like we want kids right now, but it’s definitely weird. Before we left, he used to cum inside us all the time, like he was intentionally trying to get us pregnant. I’m curious now, and as he fucks us from behind I ponder what he’s up to. This might be the clue we need to get out of the jam we’re in.

  Finally, after cumming all over our ass, he’s done for the night and heads into the bathroom. As soon as I hear the shower going, I jump off the bed like I’m on fire. I use his shirt to wipe off before running into the living room to change quickly. So she doesn’t freak out when we switch back, I use the tap in the kitchen to completely clean the cum smeared on our face. Walking out the door, I make the switch, letting Brooklyn emerge.

  I don’t remember much, but my body is sore as fuck, especially my ass. I want to go home and sleep for a week. It’s super late. Taking the subway now is just asking for trouble, so I hail a cab. A sex-up chick in a fancy dress, hailing a cab at three in the morning is nothing new in New York. This is when the cab companies make their bread and butter from people like me who are smart enough not to chance the subway this late. As soon as I get home, I take a long shower, ignoring the red marks on my ass. With the others keeping me occupied during the event, I’m happy I barely remember what happened. Another reason why having multiple personalities is the best.

  When I get out of the shower, I’m exhausted and I fall asleep as naked as the day I was born on top of the sheets. Sleep comes swiftly, and soon I’m dead to the world in ignorant bliss.

  11

  Unexpected Visitor

  I forgot to set my alarm and I wake late for work. A bad morning becomes worse when I find out I missed a staff meeting, so my tardiness didn't go unnoticed by my supervisor. Also, since I woke up late, I didn’t have time to make a cup of coffee, so now I want to murder my boss as she goes on and on about showing up on time and not using my relationship with The Turd as a job perk. Like, what the fuck? I’m tired, under caffeinated, cranky, and fucking sore. I don’t have the building blocks needed to explain how, I’m in no way in hell using The Turd as a get out of jail free card. I rather rot in jail until I roll a double.

  Finally, after berating me long enough to make herself feel better because, let’s face it, that shit wasn’t for me, it was so she could make herself look good in front of the other ants and prove she’s the queen in charge regardless of my relationship status, she lets me go about my business.

  Most of the ants bring their own coffee, but we do have a coffee maker in the employee lounge, but since today wants to be one of those days you wish you had lube on you, the coffee pot is completely empty and there’s none in the cabinets to brew. Oh coffee gods, why do you mock me so? Inside, a little more of myself shrivels and dies.

  When I get back to my office, on top of my desk, is a grande cup of coffee from Starbucks and a note. At this point, I’m salivating, jonesing for a sip, and it takes everything I have to read the note first.

  Enjoy, Love Drew

  Huh? I thought he would be mad at me for sneaking out, not bringing me coffee. I pick up the cup and it’s still hot, which means it was brought here recently. There’s no way he knew I’d arrive to work late. This had to be a lucky coincidence. Unless he knows where I live and had me followed? No, he can’t. How would he even find something like that out? I let it go for now, sipping my liquid ambrosia, not caring if it’s poisoned. If I die, at least I’d die happy.

  With my inner demon finally satisfied, I get to work before I need my next fix. If I have another Susan encounter, it will be too soon. There’s only so much you can take from that woman before you’re letting out your inner fuck it Nancy and end up handcuffed in the back of a squad car.

  I end up working from my office all day, having my lunch delivered. I got a lead on a new story, but I like to make sure I’ve done my homework first, so I’m not led astray while investigating. I report the real deal, not false news. That’s why my fans love me so much.

  Having tired himself out last night, The Turd doesn’t call on me, which I’m thankful for. I don’t think I could handle another lecture from Susan. Not like she’d dare give me one when he’s around. She doesn’t know I know, but when she thinks I’m not looking, she likes to check out his ass. At fifty, you’d think she’s too old to be so petty, but whatever. If I could, I’d let her have the asshat.

  Despite the rocky morning, today went quite well. I got a lot accomplished and Starbucks delivers. Win-win for everyone.

  The next day, I’m not so lucky. Opening my email, there’s a request waiting on me from The Turd’s office, asking for a meeting at three. I wish I could decline, but we both know I have no choice, if his threat is real, and judging by my still sore ass he’s fucking serious. Without a doubt, he’ll destroy me. With a heavy sigh, I click confirm before logging off. His secretary will pencil me in, linking our calendars virtually.

  Following my lead from yeste
rday, I leave and get what I need done before returning. Normally, I love chasing the rabbit down the rabbit holes of New York, but today, I’m filled with nothing but dread over my upcoming meeting. I don’t know what he wants, but I could guess. Either he’s going to punish me for ditching him the other night, or he’s made time for an office fuck. I bet it’s the latter. We haven’t christened his new space yet.

  I’m mindlessly sitting on a park bench, nibbling on a pretzel when someone speaks.

  “You’re too pretty to have such a sad face. Did you have a bad day at work?”

  I look up at an old lady with a ratty coat and snow-white hair knotted in some places. Her fingerless gloves are worn, frayed at the fingers. Her coat covers her clothes, but I imagine they must be in as bad of shape as the rest of her. Beside her is a shopping cart full of junk, which I suspect is all her worldly possessions.

  “It wasn’t that bad. I’m just not looking forward to an upcoming meeting with the boss of my company,” I answer.

  “Why’s that? Is he an asshole?” she questions. People are naturally nosy, but I can tell she’s genuinely curious, plus not too many New Yorkers converse with the homeless. They usually pretend they are not there.

  “He wasn’t before, but he is now. He’s also my finance.” I don’t know why I tell her this; I just vomited it out.

  “You shouldn’t be reluctant to have a meeting with the one you love unless you’re not really in love with him.”

  I sigh at how true her words are. “I used to be. Before, I would have given him the world, but now, I hate him with every fiber of my being, but he won’t let me go.” I lose hold of my emotions and the tears I’ve been holding in finally break free. Sniffling, I wipe my face just to make room for more tears. Great, now I’ll go back to work looking like a trash panda.

  “Oh, hunny. I used to be like you once, so I know what you’re going through. I was with someone for years that abused me until I became nothing but a shell of the woman I once was. When he was finally done with me, he left me with nothing, but a bruised heart and torn soul.”

  “Is that how you became homeless?” I ask curious.

  “Yes. I was never allowed to work, so there wasn’t much I could do besides clean and that doesn’t really pay well. It didn’t take long for me to lose the house. Our son is much like his father, so he wouldn’t help, but you know what?”

  “What?” I ask, frowning. What an asshole. Her son needs his ass kicked.

  “I’m free. Being out here is the happiest I’ve ever been. Even when I had a roof over my head and food in my belly, I wasn’t happy. There’s no one to berate me or make me feel bad. Beat me when I make a mistake. Put me down just because they have a penis.”

  “You do sound happy. No one should have to put up with that,” I tell her, handing her my pretzel. I’m not eating it, and she needs it more than me. Smiling, she accepts it, wrapping it to eat later with a napkin she pulls out her coat.

  “You could be happy too, you know.”

  “I wish it was that easy. I tried to leave him. I even found someone else who worships the ground I walk on, but as soon as I came back here, he trapped me in his clutches like some evil villain, making it impossible to escape.”

  “Maybe your prince will come save you.”

  “He can’t. No one can, or they’ll go down with me,” I murmur sadly.

  “Have faith, it’ll all work out,” she replies before standing.

  When she’s pushing her cart away, I call out for her to wait. I don’t usually carry cash on me, using my Apple Pay account to pay for everything, but it just so happens I have a hundred dollar bill in my purse from the last time I used it. Reaching inside, I pull it out and give it to her. When she tries to give it back, I shake my head. “For the advice. Most psychiatrists charge more than that an hour.”

  When I get back to the office a little before three, I’m not as depressed as I was when I first left. Sure, my situation is still the same, but I do feel a little better after my chat in the park. Whoever she is, she’s wrong. I think her situation has made her hard on herself. She can do way more than clean. She’s good with people and the whole time I was speaking with her I felt at ease even though she was a stranger.

  The Turd’s in his office, sitting behind his huge cherry wood desk when Ashley escorts me in. I wonder if this desk was always in this office or did he and his father pick out and purchased the biggest one just so they could intimidate people. When he catches me staring at it, he grins.

  “Sweetheart, where have you been all day? I missed you.”

  “I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on us ants with all the work you have to do as the big boss man,” I quip.

  “Not everyone. Just you.”

  “I feel so special,” I reply dryly, my voice dripping in disdain.

  “What have I said about that mouth of yours? You’d think Shelly would have warned you.”

  “Well, she’s been busy.” Maybe I should slow my roll. I don’t need Shelly to tell me shit about my punishment. My ass screams every time I sit down.

  “Where have you been?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. This time, the tone in his voice demands a straight answer.

  “Working. You know, investigating, chasing down leads? You do remember my job requires me to be out of the office from time to time?”

  “I remember,” he murmurs. Thinking. “I did say I missed you, especially after you ditched me from our passionate night of love making. Did you not enjoy yourself?” His question is common enough, but his eyes flash with anger behind his glasses.

  Shit. Here we go. The real reason why he called me here. I need to be careful of my answer even though no matter what I tell him he’ll still be pissed. “I don’t remember much. I wasn't in the driver’s seat. After Shelly was finished, Nancy took the wheel. You know it’s hard for me to stop Nancy when she’s in control,” I lie.

  “Are you sure that was Nancy who left and not you?”

  “Positive.” Another lie.

  “Come here,” he beckons and I do as he asks, walking slowly over to him.

  He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me deeply like he’s trying to imprint on me with his lips. I’m about to make the switch when he yanks my hair from the scalp painfully. “Uh uh,” he tuts, “leave Shelly out of this. You’re the one I want to fuck.”

  I have no choice now and l stay, letting him kiss me while his hands wander my body. Pulling my top over my head, he throws it on the floor and unhooks my bra next, palming my heavy breasts in his hands before leaning forward and taking one in his mouth. Under me, he grows hard, and he canters his hips so I can feel him through my skirt. I cry out when he bites my nipple, the sharp pain going straight to my clit. Switching tits, he shows the other the same attention while pinching my sensitive nipple with sure fingers.

  “Get on your knees. I want you to suck me off under the desk.” What a juvenile, but I refrain from telling him to fuck off and do as he demands.

  When I undo his tailored slacks, his cock springs towards my face, already fully hard. I take him in my mouth and picture Justin. Up and down, I bob on him like a pro. Licking and sucking him as I hollow my cheeks for the perfect suction. He’s putty in my hands with his legs spread wide open, mouth forming a perfect O, and head tilted back. Just to make sure he maintains some illusion of control, he keeps pressure on the top of my head with his hand, guiding my movements while his other hand plays with my tits.

  “That’s it, baby. That smart mouth of yours is so good at sucking cock. Your throat was made for my dick,” he murmurs in erotic joy. It’s not like he expects a reply from me, so I don’t give him one. Instead, I take him from my mouth, letting a thick wad of spit mixed with his precum drip in a long melted cheese trail between us before licking up the length of his cock and around his swollen mushroom head. With just the very tip in my mouth, I suck hard, and he hisses, “Shit.”

  Before I can take him to the edge, forcing him to blow his load, his office door ope
ns and I freeze my movements. Bolting up in his chair until he’s sitting with his back ramrod straight, he rumbles, “Dad, what are you doing here?”

  Embarrassed, I check to make sure I can’t be seen under the desk. The last thing I need is his dad catching me in a compromising position and nothing is more compromising than being caught by the CEO half-naked on your knees with his son’s dick in your mouth. I lift my head and try to move out of the way when he shoves me deeper down his shaft almost causing me to choke.

  “I need to speak with you. It’s about Rebecca,” his father hedges, taking a seat.

  “Is this the best place and time to discuss her?” The Turd questions, cantering his hips. With his hand pressed on top of my head and the movement of his hips, he deeply fucks my throat involuntarily and it takes everything I have to not make any noises and give away my position. The asshole, on the other hand, is having fun, growing even harder in my mouth. I bet he dreams about shit like this when it’s my greatest nightmare in the works.

  “I just got off the phone with her father. She’s demanding you take a D...”

  “Dad,” Drew shouts, cutting his sentence off. “We should talk about this later. I have a meeting with Brooklyn in a few. I doubt you want to be here when she gets here unless you’re ready to play nice.” His movements quicken like he’s purposely trying to distract me. Briefly, I wonder how his father doesn’t notice me under here or him moving about the way he is. He must be really distracted with what he has to tell The Turd. The same info The Turd doesn’t want me to hear. When Drew pinches my tit hard, I get out of my head and focus on my suction as his cock slides up and down my throat. I wonder what the consequences would be if I take matters in my own hands and bite him? Probably not good. I’d get fired and The Turd will make my life hell to punish me.