Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

by Ally Vance

  Soon I had met the three other interns, Jeff, Mike, Malcolm, and a handful of other people over donuts and coffee. The Chief Financial Officer, Mark Hull, even came down from what I assumed was his posh office. Everyone seemed like they would be excellent people to work with, but I was only interested in one person … Griffin.

  Yvette was the woman who oversaw the five of us interns, and she would be the one to assign us daily tasks, or grunt work as I called it. But I needed to do it to prove my worth to Griffin and move my way up.

  That night I jacked off to the mental picture burned in my mind of Griffin. I saw him once today. He had come down to my floor and went into Yvette’s office opposite from where Chase sat. Griffin looked incredible. I could see the outline of his upper arms in his perfectly tailored black suit and his banker’s blue shirt. As he had walked by my cubicle alongside Yvette, I stood and pretended to be stretching so that I could get a peek of his firm ass in his trousers. I was in a state of trance, moving my hand up and down my shaft in quick succession while I envisioned Griffin’s ass. Fuck, I was close. I tugged on my balls, imagining that it was Griffin’s hand on me, trying to bring me closer. I could picture the strong muscular lines in his forearm as he finished me off.

  “Fuck,” I moaned and pressed my head back against my pillow as I came.

  All of the muscles in my body had tensed as jets of cum launched onto my chest, abs, and under my chin. Of course, now I imagined that it was Griffin’s cum, and I wasn’t about to waste any. Bending my legs at the knees, I brought my legs closer to my chest. I continued to slowly stroke my softening cock as I gathered some cum on my middle finger. Pressing my coated fingertip against my puckered hole, I teased the rim with some pressure before I pushed past the ring of muscles. When the cum around my ass began to dry, I pulled my hand away triumphantly. I was exhausted but sated.

  The next few days were about what I expected for my first week of work. There were lots of smiles, handshakes, and learning about the systems and tasks. I spent my mornings shadowing one of the other interns for a while, and then I would meet with Yvette and go over some specific tasks. The one-on-one time with her was great, but it wasn’t Griffin. Amy in Human Resources said that I could expect time with him, and I couldn’t help but wonder when that was coming. I was trying not to let myself get frustrated or impatient, but fuck, I’d waited six fucking years.

  Oddly, it did help my ego that each time I entered Evans Financial, Maxine, the receptionist, always looked like she wanted to suck my dick. But it wasn’t just Maxine who made me feel incredible. Yvette, the trainer and person in charge of the interns, gave me a similar feeling. As I’d sit across from her listening to her training, her hazel eyes tended to roam. Often, I’d look up from notetaking, and her eyes would be on my neck or my chest. Every time I’d stand up, her eyes would bolt down to my groin.

  It was my first Friday that I got a glimpse of her cleavage, and I felt things shift in the air. It was a casual dress Friday, and I chose to wear jeans and a navy sweater with a tiny “M” on the right chest. Though I was showing my college pride, it wasn’t like wearing a college sweatshirt. Yvette’s eyes roamed my body more that morning than they had all week. She wore a black silk blouse that was tight across the chest and had a plunging neckline. I thought she purposely leaned forward when she spoke to me so I could see the top of her breasts. As we were wrapping up our morning training session, her eyes darted to my groin when I stood.

  “I think you’re going to fit in well here, Riley,” she said while reaching behind her chair.

  Her breasts jutted forward, and for a split second, I glanced at the creamy flesh. When she laughed, my eyes quickly found hers. Heat from being caught looking began to spread through me, but I pulled it together and thanked her for her time before heading back to my desk.

  “Riley, lunch today, man?” Jeff asked me from over the glass partition between us.

  “Yes, that sounds good.” I nodded.

  I took some large sips of water while I logged in to check email quickly since I knew the guys wanted to leave for lunch within fifteen minutes. I drew my attention to an email from Jasmine, Griffin’s secretary.

  Eagerly, I double-clicked on the email and saw that she had scheduled me for a 1:30 meeting with Griffin. My cock began to swell, and my pulse sped up. I was trying not to get dizzy or too ahead of myself with thoughts. I felt like I was burning up and wiped the perspiration from my forehead with the back of my hand. Slyly, I moved my hand to my crotch under my desk and could feel how hard I was. I needed to make a quick trip to the restroom before the guys were ready to leave. I told Jeff that I would meet them by the elevator in fifteen minutes before I hurried to the men’s room.

  Once I was in the safety of a stall with the door closed, I quickly unzipped my jeans and freed my huge erection. The head was a deep crimson color and felt heavy in my hand. I tugged my white undershirt up over my navy sweater and put the hem of it between my teeth. I had a meeting with Griffin this afternoon and couldn’t risk him seeing me wearing a sweater with dried jizz on it. I pressed my hand against the gray wall of the bathroom stall for balance and pumped my throbbing cock with my fist until I shot my load on the gray and black tile of the back wall.

  “Fuck,” I said under my breath.

  I grabbed some toilet paper and quickly cleaned the tip of my cock off before tucking it in my pants. I couldn’t help but smirk as I wiped the glob of cum off the wall above the toilet. I was sure I wasn’t the first guy to do that and probably wouldn’t be the last either. Before I tucked in my undershirt, I examined my hands to make sure I wouldn’t accidentally get any cum on my clothes. No one would be the wiser. Taking a deep breath, I gathered myself before I exited the stall and went to the sink to wash my hands. For a few moments, I just let the cold water run over my hands and wrists, hoping it would cool me down.

  I arrived in the elevator lobby before the other guys and casually paced around until they appeared. On the way down we decided on a taco place that was within walking distance from the building. As we walked along the sidewalk between the building and parking lot, I glanced over to see if Griffin’s car was there. I wasn’t disappointed to see that it wasn’t. After all, he knew he had an appointment with me this afternoon, so I was sure he was taking lunch now.

  We brought our lunches back to the Evans Financial campus and sat outside under a gazebo close to the lake. I was mildly interested in the conversation topics with the guys. My afternoon appointment was all that was on my mind.

  “So, Riley,” Jeff began before taking a sip from his cup. “How do you like Yvette?”

  “She’s been very helpful and has been giving me instructions on the different tasks I’ll be completing each week,” I replied. I was careful to not say anything less than complimentary about anyone. Gossip was rampant in office buildings.

  “Yeah? Has she been showing you a lot?” Mike asked and smiled when I looked up at him.

  “Showing you an eyeful?” Malcolm added.

  So the guys were aware that Yvette had a thing for the interns. Apparently, each of them has also been subjected to Yvette’s wandering eyes, invasion of personal space, and cleavage flaunting. We joked a little bit about it, and I made the comment that she was probably starved for attention at home.

  “All she’s got to do is go upstairs for attention,” Malcolm said and shrugged.

  “She can just shut her husband’s door and get on her knees or bend over his big desk,” Mike chuckled.

  I cocked my head to the side and asked if her husband worked here too.

  “Dude, her husband is Mark Hull,” Chase informed me.

  My eyebrows shot up. This was good info for me to know. Mark was high up at Evans Financial, and I didn’t want to piss anyone off.

  “She’d probably walk in on him banging his secretary, or some other hot pussy up there,” Jeff commented.

  “Third floor is where it’s at, Riley. Do you have a girlfriend?” Chase asked. />
  I shook my head.

  “Evans Financial has some of the hottest women,” Malcolm said in a mocking voice as if his statement was part of a commercial.

  “Or guys,” Mike said and then he held his hands up in defense. “No judgment here.”

  I laughed along with them. I wasn’t interested in men or women, for that matter. Just one person had held my interest since I could remember—Griffin.

  “I had no idea she is married to Mark Hull,” I admitted, circling back to that news.

  “There are tons of married couples who work here,” Mike offered up the information.

  From where I was sitting, I could see the parking lot and most of the walking path that went from the parking lot to the front of the building. While we ate lunch, each time a car pulled into the parking lot, I’d glance to see if it was Griffin.

  As we walked into the building, the nerves began to kick up in my stomach. While we waited for the elevator, I pulled out my cell phone to check the time. I still had almost twenty-five minutes before my meeting with Griffin. Mindlessly, I messed around on my phone while the other guys talked about their plans for the weekend. Behind me, I could hear that annoying sound of the bottom of the door scraping over the doormat, and without looking up, I took a step closer to the wall of elevators.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Evans.” The receptionist’s words were like a bucket of ice being dumped over me.

  “Afternoon,” Griffin said as he hung back by her desk with another man that he had gone to lunch with.

  All of the interns greeted him in some fashion while I stood there completely frozen for the moment. Griffin’s black dress pants, polished shoes, and a flawless white button-down shirt made up his impeccable Friday dress casual attire. I decided that he must have his shirts made custom because of the way the fabric accentuated his chest and biceps. His shirt just seemed to fit him.

  “Afternoon, boys,” the other man greeted us as the bell announced the arrival of the elevator. He looked at me for a moment and then stepped forward and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Randall Foles, operations manager.”

  “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Randall. I’m Riley Tucker, the new intern,” I responded, hoping that saying my name out loud might ring a bell with Griffin.

  “He’s also my 1:30 appointment, Randall. Don’t mess with him,” Griffin joked as we all entered the elevator. “Not yet, at least,” Griffin said as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. When Griffin folded his arms across his chest, the motion pulled the fabric of his shirt over his muscled arms, and I tried so hard not to let my eyes wander. Unfortunately, though, there was no indication that he remembered me at all. My heart leapt when I saw his eyes drop to my chest.

  “Nice sweater,” Griffin commented as the elevator stopped on the second floor.

  “Thank you, sir,” I said before exiting the elevator behind the other interns.

  Just a short time later, I found myself back in the elevator heading up to the third floor. The third floor had its own receptionist, and she seemed to know who I was and what I was there for. She placed a call to Griffin’s secretary, Stacey, and within a couple of minutes, I was following Stacey back to Griffin’s office. Stacey made polite chitchat with me as she led me back, and she welcomed me to the family of Evans Financial. Griffin’s tall mahogany door was open, and I followed Stacey into his empty office. It stuck out to me right away that all of the wood furniture in his office matched the wood door.

  “Please have a seat, Riley. Mr. Evans will be right in.” Stacey gestured to a black leather wingback chair in front of Griffin’s desk.

  I sat still and tried to calm myself down. After the surprise meeting in the lobby and elevator, my thoughts still weren’t under control. Glancing at Griffin’s desk, I could tell he was just as tidy and organized as I remembered. Perhaps, even more so now. A long credenza spanned the length of the wall behind his desk and sitting proudly on top of it was his diploma from the University of Michigan. Just like mine. An expensive Monte Blanc pen lay parallel to a logo notepad in the center of his desk. Everything had a spot or purpose, and nothing was out of place.

  “Riley, thank you for meeting with me today.” Griffin’s deep voice carried from the office door as soon as he walked through it.

  I stood and turned to face him as he shut the door and walked briskly toward me. He held out his hand toward me and shook my hand firmly. His dark five o’clock shadow matched his slicked-back dark brown hair perfectly.

  “Thank you for hiring me for the internship, Mr. Evans,” I said and then sat down as soon as he did.

  Come on, remember me. Look at me!

  “Amy in Human Resources has mentioned you to me several times for the past few years. You’ve shown the most dedication and drive out of anyone who has applied for an internship here. It would be foolish on my part not to hire a young man as put together as you are for an internship.”

  I was humbled that he had such compliments to hand to me, but also disappointed that my name meant nothing to him. Especially since he’d been hearing about me for the past six years. How could he not remember?

  “Thank you, Mr. Evans. I’ve wanted to work here ever since I can remember. I always wanted to go into finance,” I explained.

  Always … since I found out you were going into it.

  “That’s excellent to hear, Riley. There will be many opportunities here,” Griffin said as he leaned back in his leather chair.

  He eyed me for a moment before he gripped the armrests, pulling his shirt tight across his chest. Griffin’s strong jawline was chiseled perfection, just like the rest of him was.

  “Evans Financial is rich in tradition, Riley. Our fundamentals are family-oriented. Do you know what our motto is?” he asked me.

  I cleared my throat and nodded.

  “Yes, sir. It’s ‘treat every client like family,’” I answered him with confidence.

  Griffin tilted his head to the side slightly, as if he were surprised that I had been able to rattle it off. He smiled at me, baring his perfect teeth before nodding his approval. The nod of approval from Griffin made my cock begin to swell. I could feel it throb and pulsate inside my jeans, and I couldn’t wait to take it in the hand that Griffin shook.

  “Sounds like you’ve read up and done your homework, Riley. I think you’re going to fit in right at home here.” Griffin continued to nod.

  I didn’t have to read anything about the company’s history.

  Griffin opened his top drawer, pulled out a small black box, and took the lid off. He emptied the contents of the box into his hand, pushed it with his finger, and then held it out to me. In the palm of his hand he held a Michigan lapel pin. The “M” was yellow, and in a cursive font, it said “Wolverines” across it. I stared at the pin that was slightly thicker than normal.

  “This is for you, Riley. Ever since I learned that you might be coming on board with us, I held onto this for you.” He stretched his arm across the desk toward me, and I leaned forward to accept it. “From one Wolverine to another.”

  I could barely find words. My fingertips touched the palm of his hands as I collected my gift. He was acknowledging we had college in common.

  “Thank you,” I finally managed to say.

  “Wear it with pride. You should be proud,” he said.

  As he pulled over the notepad, I removed the tight rubber backing, pushed the pin through the thin material of my sweater, and reached under the hem of my sweater to secure the pin. I straightened it and then looked up at Griffin. To me, his eyes showed that he was proud to see the pin on me. He gave me a nod of approval as he stared at the pin and then glanced down at his notepad.

  “What are your goals, Riley? How far do you want to go?” Griffin inquired as he picked up the heavy writing instrument.

  “The top or as far as you’ll take me, sir,” I answered assuredly.

  Griffin set his pen down on the notepad and laced his fingers together. His eyes studied mi
ne as if considering me more seriously.

  “This will be the last place that you’ll ever work, Riley.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  Chapter Three

  One Month Later

  Riley

  Things had been going well at Evans Financial, and though I hadn’t seen the tons of opportunities Griffin had spoken about, I was pleased at work. I had Griffin’s arrival times memorized and timed it so I, just by chance, happened to arrive around the same time he did on a few days of the week.

  Each of the interns had an hour of one-on-one time with Griffin each week. I’d admit, this annoyed the fuck out of me. It wasn’t that I felt threatened by any of them or thought that any of those guys had any interest in Griffin. At least, not like I did. But I was pissed off that the other four guys had any one-on-one time with him at all.

  I always made sure to arrive just a few minutes before our meetings, and I made sure I took it right up to the last second of my hour time slot. Not only did we talk about actual work, but we managed to get in conversations about the business program at Michigan. I loved these conversations and I had that advantage over the other interns, as none of them had attended Michigan.

  Nearly every time we met, he spoke to some degree about the values he hoped to instill in his employees, like faithfulness and the greater good. Over and over, he talked about that and the abundant opportunities for those who believed in the same principles he did. For some reason, I got the impression that he didn’t talk to the other interns about it, and maybe it was because he knew that I was planning on making my life here with Evans Financial. I wanted to make my life with Griffin. At the end of each visit with Griffin, I would shake his hand and then immediately go to the men’s room and jack off with the hand that shook his. These were some of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

  It was a Monday morning in late June when I pulled into the parking space across from where I expected Griffin to pull into any minute. In the vanity mirror, I checked my hair and teeth to make sure that I was presentable. Just as I flipped the visor back up, Griffin’s black Mercedes approached and pulled into his reserved spot. Even though I had been able to time his arrival on Mondays, I had yet to be able to casually pull it off and walk inside with him. But today was looking like my lucky day.