“Turn around,” Zane mouths. “I’m going to fuck you so good, you have no idea.”
Dear fucking God.
I blink a few times in utter disbelief, then give my cheek a few pats for good measure.
Is Brett writing an erotic novel in her downtime at work?
And is it just me, or is she basically writing about what would have happened if she and I hooked up?
This is too much for a Wednesday morning.
“Speaking of hump day,” I mutter, glancing down at the tent I’ve pitched in my charcoal grey suit, compliments of Brett’s fucking writing.
Pun intended.
Brett seemed so innocent when I hired her. Tiny. Blonde. From the heartland of the heartland. Where the hell is she getting the inspiration and deciding that she wants to be an erotic author?
I rake a hand through my hair, and I decide this calls for some swift, decisive action.
I rise up from my desk and first do a few pushups to get rid of the Ron Burgundy style erection I’ve got going on, minus the pleats.
Move along folks. Nothing to see here.
When I’m finally satisfied my bulge has gone down, I grab my coffee and head out onto the sales floor, as I sometimes do.
The CEO doesn’t need to make an appearance every day, but it’s always good to know he’s there. Keeps the morale of the troops high.
Except today, I have a very specific target for my morning walk.
It’s five to eight now, and about half of the desks are filled up. I walk over to Bob’s desk. He’s not there yet, no big surprise. I’ve been meaning to have a little chat with him about general productivity.
I stroll casually down one aisle, careful to walk out of Brett’s eyesight.
Finally, I turn and see her cubicle, watching her from about twenty feet away. I see her, but she can’t see me. I stride silently toward her. I become a Jedi knight. Luckily the three desks in her pod are unoccupied. Perfecto.
I take a moment to smile her way, admiring her spirit. The truth is, writing erotica on the clock is drastically against company policy. She should immediately be fired. But, honestly, I highly respect anyone who believes that much in an idea of theirs to work hard at it. The vast majority of my employees just play with their iPhone’s, check their Twitter, go on Facebook and look at Fantasy football statistics for a minimum of one to two hours per day. Those are just the facts.
Brett’s got a vision for her free time, at least.
A very hot vision.
Her blonde hair falls just beyond her shoulders. Today she’s got on this white and red strappy dress, emphasizing her cute arms.
Did I just say cute arms?
Well it’s true. She’s a beautiful creature, from her shoulders, to her arms, to her neck...and of course that magnificent ass that spurred me to choke my chicken in the shower yesterday. As I approach, I can sense her fresh scent. It’s like blueberries and bluebonnets mixed together. Even the way she sits is fucking gorgeous. All prim and proper and southern belle-like. I wonder what she’d do if I just upped and kissed her on the neck, right now, with no warning.
I marvel at her typing speed. She’s in the zone, furiously writing her shower masturbation scene.
As soon as I arrive behind her, I clear my throat. “Morning, Miss Blue.”
I’ve never seen someone minimize a screen so fast in my life since my brother got caught by my mom watching porn when we were kids.
“Morning, Mr. Blackwell,” she chokes, clicking onto her outlook email like she wasn’t just writing fucking erotica.
I smile and take a breath. She half-spins her chair around, and I swear she glances ever so quickly at the bulge in my pants before she looks up at me.
“You’re here early,” I say, my voice coming out lower than usual. “That’s good.”
As she opens her mouth to speak, it’s like our interaction is happening in slow motion.
“I always get here early,” she smiles, and I notice a quiver of nerves in her voice.
“I’m glad you’re here early. I wanted to talk with you about something important. Do you have a moment?”
As she goes to open her mouth, I go right past first base and head toward second. I wonder what it would feel like to have those soft sultry lips wrapped around my cock. Glancing out the window, I try to focus on anything but the sexy blonde in front of me.
“Yes, of course,” she says without hesitation.
Damn, she’s good. If I were just walked up on by my boss when I was writing erotica, I don’t think I would be this calm and collected. Then again, I haven’t been an employee for years, so I have no clue what it’s like to have someone looking over your shoulder.
“I wanted to talk about your first couple of weeks. And how you’re...spending your time here,” I elaborate.
That gets a reaction out of her. It’s barely perceptible, but I see the mini-muscles in her face contract, giving me evidence of her nervousness under that confident veneer.
“Great, what’s up?”
I swallow, and smile. I was going to just come right out and tell her I know about the little side project she’s been working on. But what fun is that? I call an audible.
“Bob’s sometimes a little overbearing,” I say instead. “I noticed your interaction at the meeting yesterday. Is everything okay?”
She swallows. “With Bob? Oh, yes. I mean, not completely. He’s a good man, but sometimes I feel like he’s picking on me.”
I rock back on my heel and take a sip of my coffee. “I’ll be honest. Bob didn’t used to be quite like this when I hired him. I think his home situation is leaking into his work. That being said, he doesn’t have an excuse to call you out like he did in the meeting yesterday.”
“You noticed that too? So I’m not crazy.”
“No. You’re not crazy at all. That’s why I stepped in. Although, I am curious to what your little notes meant.”
She shrugs. “I sometimes write weird notes. Just a weird thing I do.”
“Okay.” I glance at my watch. “Look, I have to go, I have an eight o’clock.”
“Okay. Thanks,” she says, and her voice is laced with some of that moan I swear I heard yesterday in the bathroom.
I turn half-way around, and I notice her looking up at the ceiling and the heavens, like she just dodged a bullet.
“Oh and Brett,” I say, looking over my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
I pause for a few beats, letting the air become awkward. Does she know that I know what she’s doing with her free time?
Fuck it. I want to keep this a secret for just a little longer I’ll keep this ace in the hole, and use it at just the right time.
“Great job closing your first deal yesterday. Very impressive.”
With that, I walk off back into my office.
“Fiona, cancel my eight o’clock,” I say.
“Oh? Did something come up?”
“Yes,” I smirk. “Something very important.”
I enter my office, shut the door, and open a word doc.
I start writing.
So Brett wants to play a little cat-and-mouse?
I’ll play this game all day long.
Eleven - Brett
On Thursday morning, I get to work and I write like always. I’m quite happy with the little system I’ve devised. Write, work, write, work, throughout the day. Lacy and Zane provide me with a nice little distraction from my own work.
At a quarter to eight, I head down the elevator and outside to grab some coffee. When I sit down back at my desk, I notice something is off. There is a little piece of paper sticking out of the bottom of my keyboard, which seems shifted.
I put my coffee down, snatch the piece of paper, and read. It’s a hand-scribbled note:
Zane and Lacy should hook up in one of the janitor closets. Those things are big.
P.S. - Lacy seems hot, why isn’t she blonde, though?
P.P.S. - You should check your document. I added
a section to it
My heart hammers through my blouse. Who knows? Who is playing a trick on me?
Suddenly, everyone’s a suspect. I stand up, and glance at the guy a few rows down from me, who appears to have just arrived. Bob walks in, looking disheveled as always.
I take a deep breath, and sit back down at my desk. Once Bob is seated, and I’m satisfied he won’t be randomly stopping by my desk, I sit down and open my desktop back up and pull up my email.
There’s a email that just says ‘from [email protected].’
I curiously open the email and read, slackjawed.
“So this is what we’re reduced to?” Lacy says with a smile, her baby blues a warming the cockles of my heart. “The janitor’s closet?”
“Reduced to?” I smirk. “Don’t act like you’ve never wanted to hook up in one of these. This is hot. Look at all the tools we have around here.” I pick up a mop and hold it, smiling. “We could really have some fun with this.”
Lacy rolls her eyes as she unbuttons my shirt. She smiles.
“I think there’s another big, long item in here I’d rather have fun with,” she says.
She rolls her hand down my abdomen, my white shirt finally undone. She slips her hand further down and grabs hold of my rapidly hardening erection.
I groan, take the back of her head, and pull her into me for a deep kiss while she works to undo my belt buckle.
“Fuck, Lacy, those lips taste so good.” I growl. “But not as good as this pussy’s gonna taste.” My fingers drift down her ass, and I cup her butt over the cloth of her sexy white pants. My other hand drifts up her shirt, sliding under her bra. The makeout is sloppy, it’s sweaty. And it’s oh-so-fucking-hot, feeling Lacy’s heat against me.
We look each other in the eye, and I can tell she’s feral and on the brink of losing control. Just like me.
I unbutton her white pants and slide them off. They stick on her heels, and she goes to unbuckle them.
“Leave the heels on,” I command.
Once her creamy thighs are revealed to me, I can’t take anymore. I hoist her up onto the convenient waist-high stool and slide her panties off. I dive between her legs, flicking my tongue over her clit, and it tastes every bit as heavenly as I imagined. She comes at least once, quivering as I eagerly lap her up.
After a while, she grabs awkwardly at my cock until she finally grips it. “Please Zane. I want my boss to fuck me now. Make me purr.”
---
How’d I do?
-Mr. X
P.S. - Pants changed to reflect the hottest girl in the office’s pants color today. I was inspired.
My eyes widen at the screen. I’m frazzled, and, holy heck, I’m aroused by whoever wrote this. My heartbeat quickens and I can feel my pulse in my throat.
I look down at my pants, just to confirm I wasn’t dreaming this morning when I put them on.
Yep. Still white.
I click off the email, and just in time, because Bob approaches my desk. I click onto another email, appearing very into whatever I’m reading.
“Morning, Brett!” Bob says, and he’s got a little more of a skip in his step today.
“Hi Bob. Top o’ the mornin’ to you.”
“We have an all-staff meeting at eight-thirty. Quarterly thing and all that jazz. Just wanted to make sure you have it on your calendar.”
I pull up my email calendar. “I do. I have it right here. Thanks.”
“Perfect.” He turns to leave, but then spins back. “I almost forget. Something I need to tell you.”
I swallow. Bob’s look is mischievous. He has to be Mr. X.
“We’re starting a task force,” he says, taking his time with his words. “It’s a cross-department team that will focus all of its efforts on completing the Blackwell Ranch project, and might bleed into the Shallowater distillery as well. It will have a few people from all teams. Sales, designers, suppliers, etc. Congratulations. Somebody high up likes you. Must be that sale you snagged this week.”
“Sounds great,” I say.
“Yep. You’ll meet up on floor nine.”
“Thanks. Well I had better check a few more emails before that eight-thirty meeting.”
The all staff meeting is pretty boring, per usual. Mr. Blackwell’s staff lawyer, Kim is running it, and it’s mostly about mandatory company policy. Basically, they are talking to us to make sure Blackwell Industries is covered in the case of any type of lawsuit. I do notice that Kim shoots me a couple of weird looks throughout the meeting, but I don’t think too much of them.
Once the meeting wraps up after about twenty five minutes, I have just enough time to head to the meeting on floor nine.
I grab a seat at a round table, and seven other employees fill in the chairs around me. We introduce ourselves. Other than me and Kim, there’s one other girl--the designer.
“Mr. Blackwell will be with us shortly,” Kim says. “He’s wrapping something up. But he wants me to thank all of you for being here and being a part of this taskforce.”
A few minutes later, Sebastian enters. Today he wears a navy blue suit with a vest.
He hangs up his suit coat, and rolls up his sleeves.
“Alright y’all. It’s time to hammer out some project details, and really get deep into this one. Blackwell Ranch is an ambitious undertaking, and we need all of us on the same page if we’re going to get through this efficiently. You’ve all been chosen for one thing--talent and dedication.”
He leans forward just a bit, setting his palms on the desk. I can’t help but stare into Sebastian’s dark brown eyes, the gorgeous things hidden under long eyelashes as he continues speaking.
“ The work we’re going to put in will be substantial. But as a reward, I’m providing each of you with a substantial stock-benefits package.”
Troy, one of the younger sales guys seated around the table, raises his hand.
“Yes, Troy,” Sebastian says, nodding at him.
“So there will be stock benefits. But Mr. Blackwell, will there be like any other benefits?” He winks.
Our little group cracks up, myself included.
Sebastian is smooth, and doesn’t miss a beat with his response. “There are of course the added benefits of working on a team with a diverse group of individuals from different parts of the company. Throw in the fact that you’ll get to work one on one with yours truly, and I’d say you have a whole slew of benefits, Troy. Any other questions?”
I swallow as Sebastian scans the faces of everyone in our group. When his eyes make contact with mine, electricity spikes through me as if the man can send a spark across the air between us. Seeing one on one before was hot, sure, but knowing how Sebastian can take control of a room is supreme sexy boss material.
I make a mental note that Zane is going to do it with Lacy after one such meeting.
“No more questions. Alright then. Schedules will be sent out. I look forward to seeing more of you all.”
On the way out, Troy stops me. “Hey there,” he says. “Troy.”
“Brett,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”
Troy is the self-proclaimed ‘bro’ of the office. He’s got an effortless charm about him, and two cute dimples. He pulls out a card and flashes an easy, natural smile.
“Here’s my card. I know you’re new around the office. Call me if you need anything. I’m happy to help you in any way I can.”
“Oh. Well thanks. I don’t have a card,” I say as we reach the shiny silver elevator doors.
“That’s the first thing I’d be happy to help you with,” he says as we step in. “Email me and I’ll tell you how to get your business cards made up for free.”
“Okay,” I say, and I have to smile because I think I just made my first office friend.
As the elevator doors close, I catch a glimpse of Sebastian’s face, watching me curiously. I can’t help flashing a smile back at him, wondering if he’s jealous.
Twelve - Brett
Later
that night, I’m waiting to go home, but the rain is pounding so hard outside I can’t even see the buildings across the street, let alone think about driving.
I glance at my email, and a message is waiting for me in our Blackwell official messenger.
It’s Mr. X.
Mr. X: It’s really coming down outside.
Brett: Who are you?
Mr. X: Just a guy who’s good with technology. And who loves to read your writing.
Brett: You’re good with words, too. Did you really write that today?
Mr. X: What, a random guy can’t have some writing skills?
Brett: Something tells me you’re not a ‘random’ guy. What was your inspiration?
Mr. X: When I saw you today I couldn’t help myself
My heart thumps hard, hammering through my blouse. I don’t know if I should be upset or turned on.
The reality is I’m both. And I’m curious. I need to know who the heck this guy is.
Brett: It’s raining
Mr. X: Yeah, really hard
Brett: Name the movie
Mr. X: Oh Please. Mean Girls. You better believe I grew up on Lindsay Lohan.
Brett: I’m all done with my work for the day. I don’t know what I’m going to do while I wait
Mr. X: I can think of a few special tasks for you to do
Brett: Yeah like what?
Mr. X: Well for starters you can eat the skittles I put next to your desk.
My eyes widen and I notice the bag of rainbow candies now next to me. I take the bag open it, and put one in my mouth.
Mr. X: Huh. You’re a strawberry girl. I wouldn’t have guessed that
Brett: Holy shit. You’re watching me
Mr. X: I’m not. Good idea though
I cross my legs. Then uncross them. My mouth dries and my chest tightens. The sweet strawberry flavor of my red skittle spreads through my mouth.
Brett: I want to know who you are
Mr. X: What and end our fun little game?
Brett: There are other fun games we can play
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