Pretty Dirty Trick

by Tabatha Kiss

Clive bites his lip and takes a quick, cautionary glance over his shoulder. “Stand in front of me,” he says.

  He puts a hand on my waist and pulls me closer, guiding me in front of him to look through the window. I tense up, feeling paranoid as I look right into the eyes of the girl on the cross, but she doesn’t see me looking at her. It feels so dirty… but I like it.

  Clive pushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck above my collar. “I want to fuck you while we watch,” he whispers in my ear.

  I breathe a laugh. “That’s it?”

  His hand crawls up my thigh, raising my skirt. “That’s it.”

  “I expected something a little more complicated.”

  “Oh, it might get complicated.” He bites my earlobe. “This room isn’t soundproofed… and we have no idea when another employee might walk in here.”

  I shiver, feeling his erection press against me through his jeans. “We’d have to be quick,” I say.

  “And quiet.” His hand crawls into the front of my panties. “What do you say?”

  I look forward as the girl’s face contorts into a feeling that’s so painfully familiar by now. She wants it from her Dom but she can’t have it. He won’t let her have it. Not until he wills it.

  I reach behind my back, quickly finding Clive’s belt. “Yes,” I whisper, pushing his zipper down.

  He lowers my panties to my ankles as he bends me over in the corridor. I put my hands on the wall, split on either side of the window. My breath quickens and my sex aches as I watch the Dom in front of me rake his teeth along the girl’s neck. His lips move, whispering god-knows-what that brings that smile to her face. I hear her moaning softly through the glass and I bite my lip to keep from doing the same.

  Clive’s cock stands on end between my thighs. He rubs his tip on my entrance, enticing me to open but I’m already so wet for him.

  He thrusts inside and I gasp with pleasure.

  “Shh,” he whispers behind me. He lays one strong hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip to hold me in place. “Don’t make a sound…”

  It’s a struggle already. His dick slides in and out of me and my toes curl from the pressures inside. The added visual stimulation from the couple in front of us isn’t helping either.

  “Ms. Payne,” Clive whispers in my ear, his breath rushing out. “I want to put you on that cross again.”

  I nod, wanting it, too.

  “Now that I know…” His hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head. “That you…” He curls his fingers to grab my hair. “Are such a good girl—”

  The girl through the glass yelps in pain as her Dom’s belt hits her ass.

  Clive lays his other palm on my rear as my desire builds. “When you’re ready… this is what I’ll do to you.”

  The Dom pulls back his arm, gearing up to slap her with the belt again. I cringe with the same anticipation as Clive’s hand hovers over my ass. The belt connects with her back, creating a loud slapping noise, and Clive slaps my ass at the same exact time.

  I whimper in pleasure.

  “I’ll push you until you break…” He readies his hand again. “And then, just when you think you can’t take anymore…” The belt swings down and they both strike us again. “I’ll fuck you as hard as I can.”

  I cry out in painful ecstasy but Clive slaps his hand over my mouth to cut off the sound.

  “Shh,” he scolds. “Bad girl.”

  He quickens his thrusts, pounding harder. I moan into his hand, unable to help myself as pleasure spurs in my sex.

  “Is that what you want?” he growls in my ear. “To be my bad girl? Do you want me to punish you? Is that it?”

  I shake my head as my body betrays me by shoving me toward the edge.

  “Don’t come,” he says. “Only good girls get to come.”

  I hold back, clenching every muscle in my body to try and quell the relief begging to undo me. “Please…” I beg.

  He continues with quick, steady thrusts. “Please what?”

  “Please let me come, Mr. Snow,” I whisper.

  “If I do…” He draws my chin back. “Then, you have to do something for me.”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  Clive taps my lips. “If you come, then you have to let me come in your mouth,” he says. “And you’re not allowed to swallow me until we leave this place.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Do you understand?”

  I shudder, completely taken in. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

  He holds me tighter. “After you, Ms. Payne.”

  I dig my nails into the wall along the mirror. Clive moves in me, fucking and grinding me until I’m almost screaming through his hand.

  I look through the glass and watch that couple. He’s released his sub from her restraints and he’s holding her the same way Clive held me after. She’s shaking but his tender touch brings warmth to her eyes. I think of that release and how good it felt to be loved in that way. To be held and respected and cared for.

  I come hard in Clive’s arms. Every muscle twitches and his solid grip never loosens on me. It’s so safe and secure. I never want to leave his arms.

  He kisses the edge of my mouth again. “Kneel,” he whispers.

  I fall to my knees, using all of my strength to lift my head and present my tongue to him.

  Clive takes hold of his cock and strokes himself. He lays his other hand beneath my chin to tilt me into place.

  He comes quickly and my tongue twitches the instant his semen touches my taste buds. I catch every drop of it, forcing myself not to swallow. I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking him clean as he brushes the hair out of my face.

  “Good girl,” he says.

  He extends his hand to help me off my knees. I pick up my panties and quickly slide them back on as he tucks himself back into his pants. There’s a feeling of urgency. Anyone could walk in here. We’ve done the hard part. Now we just have to get out.

  Clive leads me back to the stairwell. We rush down with light feet but voices coming our way bring us pause. I hold my jaw clenched, tasting more of his sweetness with every flinch of my tongue. He pulls me into a dark corner behind the stairs and we wait silently for the employees to wander by.

  Once they’re gone, Clive guides me to the back exit again.

  We burst out into the alleyway and he instantly holds up a finger to me.

  “Wait…” he says. “Show me.”

  I carefully open my mouth to prove I’ve been good.

  He smiles. “You can swallow now.”

  I close my mouth and force it back, feeling it tingle all the way down my throat.

  “Thank you, Mr. Snow,” I say.

  Clive pulls me in and kisses my wet lips. “Let’s go back to your place,” he says.

  I bite my inner cheek. It’s not what I was hoping for but I can’t say no, either.

  I take his hand and we rush out of the alley, quickly blending into the crowd.

  Twenty-Eight

  Nora

  It hurts.

  I thought it’d stop once we made it back to my place and I fell into his arms.

  I thought it’d stop after he cuffed my hands behind my back and had his way with me.

  I thought it’d stop once we fell asleep with our limbs entwined and I sure as hell didn’t expect it to still hurt when I woke up in his arms this morning.

  This just fucking hurts.

  I walk into Melanie’s apartment building shortly before nine. I’ll be late for work, that’s for sure, but I can’t bring myself to care about that as much this morning.

  I roll my fist and tap twice on her door.

  “Enter!” Melanie shouts from inside.

  I turn the knob but the door doesn’t budge. “It’s locked, Mel!” I shout.

  I wait for several moments until the lock finally slips free and the door swings open on Melanie in all her messy bun glory. Off the shoulder shirt. Baggy pants. The faint smell of alcohol. Yep, she’s been up all night writing.

  “Hi
ya,” she says.

  I throw a sympathetic pout. “Rough night?”

  “These characters… will not fuck,” she says, stepping backward and leaving the door open for me. “Unlike you, I bet.”

  I close the door behind me. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

  Melanie shuffles toward her writing desk in the corner and plops onto her old desk chair. “Of course I’m not.” She points at me. “Hey, since your life is basically a porno now, can I start a weekly serial based on you and your erotic adventures?”

  “Uh…” I toss my jacket over the back of the couch. “No.”

  “Nora Payne and the Kink Club Cumshot,” she says. “Nora Payne and the Sex-Crazed Stud Muffin. I could do this all day…”

  “Please don’t.”

  Trix pops up on the couch behind me with a bag of cheddar popcorn in her lap. “Nora Payne and the Backseat Blowjob.”

  I gasp in surprise. “Jeez, Trix—” I pause, clutching my heart. “Wait, how’d you know about that?”

  “I didn’t, ya big whore.” She stuffs popcorn into her grinning mouth and crunches it between her teeth.

  I roll my eyes. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  She swallows. “Still hiding.”

  “From Marcus?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been here all night. Mel and I might still be little wine-drunk, so if you’re here for advice, it’s gonna be awesome.”

  Melanie chuckles. “What’s up, Nora?”

  I exhale hard. “Well… he’s a vet. He’s a goddamn homeless vet.”

  Trix beams. “Aww, I love animals.”

  I glare at her.

  “Oh. Never mind. You mean the other kind.” She slinks down behind the seat again in shame.

  “I don’t know what to do,” I say. “My heart is bleeding. He joined the Army. He almost lost his leg. He came home and his mom died. Oh—! And I knew his mom!”

  Melanie squints. “How did you know his mom?”

  “She was my English Lit teacher in high school. She made me read Gatsby and now I’m fucking her son.”

  “Aww, that’s cute,” Trix says behind me.

  Melanie nods. “It is kinda poetic.”

  I hold my face in my hands. “He’s so pretty and smart and sexy and his story is so sad and depressing but he’s so pretty and I don’t know what to do.”

  “See, now,” Melanie’s face screws up, “I’d like to help you, Nor, but I don’t understand the problem…”

  “Yeah.” Trix talks with her mouth full of popcorn. “It sounds like you and your patriotic vagina already got this one.”

  Melanie snaps her fingers. “Nora Payne and the Chick Lit Clit Cadet.”

  “Good one!” Trix flicks a thumbs-up.

  “Thank you.”

  I fall into the armchair beside Melanie’s desk. “The problem is that I’m really starting to feel things for this guy.”

  “Oh, no,” Melanie says, completely deadpan. “You’re falling for an attractive guy who seems to really like you. How dare you.”

  “I just mean…” I sit forward. “I want to help him but I don’t know how to do that without it seeming like I pity him.”

  “Pfft!” Trix snorts. “Fuck that. If we were men, do you think we’d all be sitting around wondering whether or not your mistress thinks her new diamond necklace makes her feel pitied?”

  “Well, no, but—”

  “Do you think our mighty man-penises give a flying fuck about her and her dainty masculinity?”

  I look at Melanie. “How much wine did you let her have?”

  She tilts her head. “Girl has a point, though.”

  “Nora…” Trix scolds me. “This man should bow down to your womanly altar. He should thank his lucky stars you allow him to be in your heavenly presence at all. He should accept your generosity with style and grace and...” She takes a breath. “I should lie down.”

  She disappears behind the couch again.

  Melanie clears her throat. “What Beatrix here is trying to say is that Sugar Mama got the goods, and if Daddy wants those goods, then Daddy better put up.” She glances at the couch. “Right?”

  Trix’s thumb shoots up again. “That’ll do.”

  I sigh. “I got the goods, huh?”

  Melanie nods. “Ya really do. And I get it, I do. I used to wonder the same thing about Robbie, remember?”

  I think back. “Yeah.”

  “In the end, it was a non-issue because any hang-ups he may have had over me being the breadwinner were vastly outweighed by how proud he was of me for my successes.” She shakes her head. “If Clive’s insecurity about his failures means more to him than being proud of you and sharing your successes then I don’t think this relationship can go much further.”

  “You’re right,” I say, nodding. “You’re totally right. If spoiling him makes both of us feel good, then I shouldn’t feel bad about that.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Thank you,” I tell her.

  She smirks. “I learned it from watching you.”

  Trix shoots up on the couch again. “Wait! I got it. Nora Payne and the Star-Spangled Gangbang.”

  Melanie raises a fist. “Nailed it!”

  “That’ll be three-thousand dollars,” Trix says, looking smug.

  I frown. “I need new friends.”

  Twenty-Nine

  Clive

  Hey, temp.”

  I look up at Ali’s hovering head between our desks. “Yeah?”

  She shines a mischievous smile. “Boss lady wants to see you.”

  I pause. “She does?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She holds up a folder with my name stamped on it and passes it over to me. “It’s your four-week performance evaluation today.”

  I stare at the folder in my hand, wondering where the hell the time went. “You’re kidding.”

  She shrugs. “She said anytime but you might as well get it over with now. Payne can be… pretty rough.”

  My lips twitch. “You don’t say?”

  Ali disappears behind the wall. I feel a quick tease of adrenaline in my veins. Nora and I have to be careful around here. It’s rare that I find a genuine reason to go into her office.

  I take the folder with me and make my way over, trying to act as normal and casual as possible.

  Nora sits at her desk with her reading glasses on. She’s immersed in something — logo designs, by the looks of it — and she doesn’t notice me in the doorway. I take a moment to admire the view of her. Her milk-white skin and blood-red lips. Her blonde hair pulled back in a loose, but somehow elegantly professional, up-do. Her perfectly manicured French-tipped nails. And the collar, of course.

  I look through the glass top desk at her outfit. It’s a gray suit jacket with a white blouse and…

  I furrow my brow. Nora’s wearing a skirt. Nora Payne never wears a skirt to work.

  I tap the door frame. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Payne?”

  Her little eyes flick in my direction and for a second, I wonder if she really did know I was here the whole time and she was just… playing.

  “Come on in, Clive,” she says. “Close the door behind you.”

  I do as she says. She is the boss, after all.

  I close the door and lay the folder down on her desk.

  “Sit down,” she says.

  I take a seat as she flicks the folder open. “Four weeks,” she muses, turning over my resume.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I say.

  “Ali seems to like you.”

  I nod. “I guess so.”

  She glances at me over the thick rims of her glasses. “Do you enjoy the work you do here, Clive?” she asks.

  “I enjoy working for you, Ms. Payne.”

  “That’s not what I asked.”

  “No,” I answer truthfully. “It’s not the kind of work I would prefer, but it is work and I’m happy to do it.”

  She flops the folder onto her desk. “What kind of work would you prefer to be doing?”

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nbsp; I pause. “I’m not sure.”

  Nora slowly uncrosses her legs. “I have something in mind for you,” she says. “I would highly recommend you consider it if you value your future place at this company… Mr. Snow.”

  I raise a brow. “What did you have in mind, Ms. Payne?”

  She looks at me, her eyes dropping down to my chest. “I have a fantasy,” she says, “and I thought that maybe you’d be willing to help me fulfill it.”

  I smile. “What fantasy?”

  “It’s kinda naughty…”

  “Name it.”

  She chews on her red lip as her nervous eyes flick behind me. “Get on your knees,” she says.

  I slowly slide from my chair onto the floor.

  “Not there,” she says, gently turning. “Here.”

  She spreads her knees, hiking up her skirt to reveal herself. I look forward beneath the glass-top desk, instantly salivating at the smooth skin of her thighs and the pretty, pink pussy on display just for me.

  I drop onto my hands and crawl toward her beneath the desk. “Like this?” I ask.

  “Mm-hmm,” she hums, nodding her head as my lips peck at her knees. “I want my employee to do anything to keep his job.”

  I laugh. “Anything?”

  “Yes.”

  “That is naughty.”

  She winces with playful eyes, her character breaking. “I’d never do something like this for real… but since I helped you with your naughty workplace fantasy…”

  I kiss her inner thigh and she releases a passionate breath. “You want me to do the same.”

  “I know it’s probably not what you had in mind when you asked me to be your sub, but—”

  “Nora,” I interrupt, “I love your pussy so much, you couldn’t pay me not to eat it whenever you wanted it.”

  I bury my face between her legs, parting my lips and sticking out my dripping tongue.

  Nora gasps, her voice muted and suppressed. She opens her legs wider and hoists them up over my shoulders as I slide my hands beneath her ass to pull her even closer to me. I coat my tongue with her flavor, letting it overwhelm me like a damn animal.

  “That’s it,” she whispers. “Right there.”

  I lap her clit, using soft and slow moves to make her purr for me. It might not be the best use of time — anyone could knock or open the door at any moment — but this is her fantasy and I don’t want to rush it. Hell, I might have daydreamed about this once or twice myself.