“Of course I do! I love Ben, you know I do. Jesus, it was a mistake, a one time thing. I was drunk!”
“Is it ever a one time thing, Claire?”
“It will be for me. I was drunk… he just… seduced me.”
“Seduced you? You had him trapped in that corner all night!”
“No! That was him! He kept buying me drinks.”
“Look, it doesn’t really matter who seduced who, Claire. I need to make some changes here and I’m afraid I think it’s time you stepped down.”
“What?!” cried Claire, standing up.
“I think you need to stand down. You don’t have to worry. This won’t get out to anyone. I’ll just say you’re looking at new opportunities. I’ll make sure you’re properly compensated. No one needs to know about this.”
“What do you mean ‘no one needs to know’?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think I do, Zoe.”
“You want me to spell it out for you?”
“I think you should. I need to know where I stand.”
“Look, Claire, let’s not make this harder than it already is. You resign and hand over your share of the company to me. I’ll even let you keep a 5% holding if you like. You’ll get a nice pay-off. Go home, start a family before it’s too late. I know that’s what you want. This is your opportunity.”
“Or what?”
“Or this little sex tape might somehow find its way to Ben’s hands.”
Claire was speechless.
“I didn’t want to have to say it, Claire. I’m sorry. This is ugly and I didn’t want it to be like this. But you’ve given me no option.”
“B-but… we built this place together. We’re best friends, Zo…”
“Are we, Claire? Are we? When was the last time we went out together, just you and me? Or discussed our private lives? Or had any conversation that didn’t involve work? Face it, Claire, we haven’t been BFFs for years.”
“But could I just stay and just run the… run the… I don’t know… the accounting?”
“Claire, I’m blackmailing you with footage I took of you fucking an employee. Do you really want to keep working with me?”
Claire began crying. Zoe put her arm round her. It was like the start of a divorce.
They talked for another hour and thrashed out the basis of a deal. Claire would leave that evening and would not be returning. The announcement would not be made to the rest of the staff until the New Year. A new position of Business Manager would be created and the search for someone to fill it would start in January. A fair settlement would be agreed upon and the official reason for Claire’s exit would be that she wanted to start a family and Zoe had offered to buy her out, although Claire would retain a token 5% share. The footage would be erased from both Zoe’s iPhone and her laptop. The incident would never be mentioned again.
At 6pm Claire left, seeming bright, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and saying she would work from home for the next couple of days.
One by one, the rest of the staff left too, until only Paolo remained in the main office. Zoe poked her head round her door. “Paolo, do you mind just coming in here before you go, I need to discuss something with you.” Paolo nodded and quickly finished off an email. “Thanks, Paolo, have a seat. Now, listen, I have something important to discuss with you. I’m afraid that today we’ve had to part company with Claire.”
“Really? Why?”
“Well, I think you know why, Paolo.” Zoe pressed a button on her Mac and turned it around. Once more, the image of Claire and Paolo’s passionate tryst swam onto the screen. Paolo could hear his own low moans underneath the louder, more urgent sounds from Claire. He smiled and then looked at Zoe’s face. She was not smiling. She stopped the video.
“You see, Paolo, sleeping with a co-worker is a violation of our rules. It causes too many problems. And while we would probably turn a blind eye to an affair should it be happening out there,” she nodded towards the open plan office, “it absolutely cannot happen between a boss and one of the employees.”
“I understand.”
“Sexual relations between a boss and an employee is, well, it’s bad. It cannot be tolerated. It’s wrong. It’s unacceptable.”
“It absolutely will not happen again.”
Zoe walked to the front of her desk and leaned against it. “It’s against the rules, Paolo. It’s naughty. It’s dirty. It’s filthy. It’s depraved.”
“I can only apologise.”
“You were a bad boy, Paolo. You were a very, very bad boy. A woman has lost her job because of you. Because of your wild, sexual actions, a woman has lost her livelihood. She might’ve lost her husband too, if I hadn’t been so generous.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be, Paolo. Getting a woman drunk like that. Pretending you fancied her. Pretending you wanted her. And then making her come like that. So loud. So quickly. Like she was a virgin who’d never been touched before… Wow. You were flawless, Paolo. God, you were flawless!”
“Just doing my job, ma’am.”
“Just doing your job. But doing it so well, Paolo. So immaculately. I have to admit I wasn’t sure that she’d go for it. She’s so perfect. She’d never cheat on poor Ben, her impeccable, loving husband. But she did. She really did. Can anyone resist you, Paolo?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do know. Mmm… I have to admit, it was pretty hot watching you fuck her. I did have a wonderful view of that incredible arse of yours. Hmm… you really were fantastic. I think you need a reward. Would you like a reward?”
“My promotion?”
“Oh, that goes without saying. Our new Business Manager with a nice hike in wages. Of course. Just some due process to be completed in the New Year. But I was thinking of something more… immediate.” She glanced down at his crotch. He followed her gaze and then looked back up at her. “Rub it,” she said. “Don’t take it out yet, just rub it.” He grinned and began stroking at his penis through his trousers, quickly working himself to a very visible erection. At the same time she reached under her belted, black Karen Millen dress and pulled down her panties. She sat on the desk and watched him. She was already wet. The thought of him fucking her former partner, of his expertise making her scream in ecstasy, had got her very hot. And now, watching him in front of her, seeing how hard he was getting, knowing that she would soon get to have him once again for herself, she couldn’t help but hitch up the stiff material of her dress and slide her hand up her thigh to begin feeling her slickness.
She parted her legs a little to get a better angle, and perhaps it allowed him a glimpse of her cunt, because she heard him take a sharp intake of breath and saw his eyes grow a little larger.
She loved that fact that he was so turned on by her. She had noticed it during the interview 10 months earlier. There had been clear tension between them. She had caught him staring at her cleavage at least twice, and he constantly addressed all his answers to her rather than Claire. When they shook hands at the end, he held on for just a fraction longer than necessary and Zoe knew she could have him if she wanted.
Of course, she was happily married and she wasn’t interested in this young man, however dashing and flirtatious he might be. But still, who didn’t enjoy a bit of harmless flirting in the office? And their office was so female – it definitely needed a man to balance things out a bit. He would probably end up being a civilising influence. She put up a show of not being sure whether to hire him or not when it came to decision time with Claire, but she knew he was the man for the job.
For the first few weeks, all went as planned. He proved to be an excellent addition; he was charming, well mannered and was warmly welcomed to the team by everyone. But whenever the two of them spoke, she still saw that glint in his eye. She knew that he watched her and that he wanted her, and she relished his attention. Of course, her voluptuous figure and brash, flirty personality meant it was not unusual for he
r to bat off an admirer every now and again, but Paolo was a little different. His obvious longing flattered her. There were several very eligible, attractive girls in the office, but while he was cordial with everyone and gently flirted with most of them, the looks he gave Zoe veered on smouldering.
The sexual tension only grew. Zoe found herself increasingly drawn to him and found projects for the pair of them to work on together, alone. She loved her husband, naturally, but gradually she began to fantasise more often about what it would be like to be with Paolo. When she slept with her husband, she imagined he was Paolo and this brought out an animalistic side of her that had lain dormant for years. It was as if she was experiencing a sexual reawakening, yet Paolo had never even laid a friendly hand on her.
For a while, this was enough. Her sex life with her husband became more adventurous, more passionate, as she sought to parlay her lust into her existing relationship. But soon, curiosity returned. Sometimes, when she worked closely with Paolo and they were looking at a chart or a document on a computer screen, she would catch his scent and would have an almost overwhelming need to attack him, to just tear at his clothes and let him ravish her on the floor, or on her desk. Her fantasies became more vivid – one recurring daydream saw her plunging a hand into his trousers and working his cock to a gushing climax inside his pants and then staring into his eyes while she licked the cum from her fingers.
She wondered how he could do this, how he could coax her into these thoughts without suggesting anything, without touching her. But he could. Those eyes, that body, the way he spoke, his smile – his deviant smile, like the grin of the Joker or the smirk of Chris Noth, who played ‘Big’ in Sex and the City. A malevolent smile that hinted at raw, feverish sex. He was irresistible.
It finally happened when he had been at the company for a couple of months. They stayed late to work on a project and had a couple of glasses of wine in the office. She was just topping up his glass, standing perhaps a little too close, when she stopped pouring and tilted her head towards his. Without delay, he kissed her. They both dropped their glasses, sending wine careering over the carpet. Within seconds they were fucking amorously on the floor.
After that it had become a regular thing. They fucked in the office after hours, they fucked in hotels, they fucked at his place. Zoe had always kept irregular hours, so her husband was never suspicious. And, after a while, they began talking about the business more honestly with each other. Zoe found that Paolo agreed with her on many issues and he was aching to be let off the leash to help the company reach the heights he believed it was capable of.
Secretly, subtly, they worked on Claire, trying to persuade her to loosen her grip, but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, Zoe had suggested, as a joke, that they should set her up and force her out the company somehow. They laughed, but a couple of days later Paolo asked how serious she was and Zoe realised that she had not been totally joking. When he suggested seducing her, Zoe was dead against it, but the more she thought about it, the more she believed it was an easy way to get what the company needed. And it would be the best thing for everyone, too. No one would really get hurt: Claire would get a bit of a shock, but she’d bounce back. She was a good businesswoman. She’d have another idea or get a nice job running the accounts of another fashion firm. And Zoe would get the chance to truly assert her vision on the company.
“Unzip,” she said, breathlessly. “I want to see it.” He pulled at his briefs and let her see the top half of his dick. He continued stroking, not taking his eyes away from the spot between her legs. She hitched her dress a little higher so he could see the tops of her stockings. He watched as her arm moved back and forth and he knew she was pushing a finger, maybe two, inside her burning pussy. She stared at his cock, enjoying the anticipation. “Is that the cock that fucked my former partner?” she asked.
“Yes, baby.”
“Naughty, naughty cock. How hard did it make her come?”
“Very hard. I could feel her cunt squeezing it as she came.”
“Could you now? Come here,” she begged. He knelt on the floor in front of her and pushed his head between her thighs. She pulled her dress up further. Within seconds she felt his mouth on her vulva, she felt him drinking her in, lapping at her sweet essence. She pulled the dress right up to her stomach so she could watch him gorge himself. She stretched her legs wide and looked down at his lush hair, his head bobbing gently as his tongue raced from her hole to her clit.
She leant back a little, inviting him in further, supporting herself with one hand on the desk behind her, and then with her free hand she jostled for space with his tongue. Two of her fingers found her clit and she began massaging it, while at the same time his tongue coated her fingers with her sweet honey and his own saliva. He darted between her fingers, licking them and her button, and then circling her opening. He used his tongue to persuade her to move further down, he pushed at her digits, leading them to her hole. She slid her fingers inside and he licked all around their base. When she withdrew them he grabbed her wrist and took both fingers in his mouth, murmuring appreciation at her sweet taste. Then, as she rubbed her clitoris once more, he forced his tongue as deep as he could, so deep his nose was pressing hard against her fingers as she worked them around her most sensitive spot. He tongue-fucked her, jerking his head forward and back, until her juice began to run down his chin.
Zoe felt her whole body begin to seethe, but she didn’t want to come just yet. She held herself back, even though she felt like a volcano ready to erupt. Instead, she shoved his forehead away and as he moved, pushed his shoulders too, making him take his seat once more.
He sat down, a smile on his face, licking her nectar from his lips. She hopped off the desk and sank to her knees. His long cock stood before her, his balls still obscured by his pants, and she pounced on it, taking him as deep as she could in her mouth. She loved sucking him. She dreamt about it. His taste, his power, his perfect shape – it was never less than paradise to suck him off and hear him groaning in pleasure. She loved to swallow every last drop of his cum, and, whenever he did orgasm, she would continue licking and devouring even while he begged her to stop. She ran her lips up and down his full length six, seven times. “Did she suck you, baby?”
“No.”
Four more strokes with her mouth. “I know. I was glad about that.” Four more caresses. “This is for me only. Only I get to suck you.” Four more quick, jerky movements. “Only I get to eat your delicious spunk.”
“Oh fuck, Zoe.”
She enclosed a fist around him, stopped guzzling him, and just plucked at him while looking into his eyes. “You like it when I own your cock baby?” He nodded. “I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I?” He gasped and nodded again. “Make you shoot straight in the air, all over your Ralph Lauren shirt, all down your exquisite Alexander McQueen trousers, leaving a dirty great stain on them, couldn’t I?” He nodded, and she felt his breathing intensify and become irregular. “I’d lick it all off for you, Paolo.”
She stood up, unbuckled the belt on her dress, and turned around. Deftly, he unzipped her and she wriggled out of it. He threw off his jacket while she removed her bra, and then he rid himself of his shoes, trousers, socks and pants.
She reached out and clasped his cock in her fist and yanked him towards her. They kissed, tasting each other’s sex on their lips, and staggered back to the desk until her bare ass rested against the corner of the wood. She looked behind her and then, smiling, knocked a glass, a calendar, her entire in-tray, and a couple of photo frames onto the floor. She skittered onto the desk and then, bravely, threw the laptop into the air and watched it land reasonably safely on her seat. Zoe turned her attention back to Paolo. She looked into his gorgeous eyes just for a second before falling backwards and pulling him on top of her. Within seconds his stiff muscle was making long, lingering strikes deep inside her, crashing against her G-Spot and forcing her to grip either side of the desk as waves of lust spread through
her body.
Again and again he ploughed into her. “She never let you fuck her like this, did she baby? She never opened her legs for you like I do, did she?” He was smiling, laughing as he fucked her. “Jesus, you are the best fuck I have ever had in my life!” she shouted as he lifted her legs in the air, placing one on each of his shoulders. He drove himself so deep it took her breath away. He dominated her until she could no longer talk, she just felt her orgasm radiating from a tiny kernel in her stomach right out to the tips of her fingers. Her ears rang. Her eyes felt like they could only see very bright light. She threw her arms back, grabbed the edge of the desk and valiantly thrust her body towards him and then, with no inhibitions, she screamed to a loud, vigorous climax, just as she felt him shoot his hot cum deep inside her.
“Oh. My. God,” she managed to utter between deep breaths. He gently removed himself from her and climbed off the end of the desk. “Amazing. Amazing. Amazing,” she repeated.
He didn’t reply. She could just hear him breathing. And then she heard him chuckle. He sounded like he was a few steps away. Why had he left her? She heard a girlish giggle too. What? She flicked her eyes open. At first it was hard to focus. The light was harsh, and she thought she was seeing double. Were there two people there? She propped herself up on her elbows. Paolo had his arm round a girl – her PA, in fact. Lily. They were both smiling. Lily was holding an iPhone.
“Okay, Lily, I think that’s enough,” said Paolo. She lowered it and then instinctively took his hand.
“What the fuck is going on?” asked Zoe, utterly bewildered.
“Not much Zoe. You know Lily of course. Well. I think it’s time the pair of us became your brand new partners in the firm, don’t you? We wouldn’t want your husband to see this tape, after all.”
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