“In the meantime, Hallie has to relive her torment from high school,” insisted Davis. “That’s unacceptable and quite frankly, I’m shocked you would suggested it.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, we have to protect Hallie from this monster!”
“I am protecting Hallie. I’m thinking about what’s good for all of us, D!”
“Guys, calm down,” I said.
“You can’t be afraid of Stacey, Trigg,” said Davis.
“I’m not afraid, I just don’t think confronting a psychotic woman and then going to her father for help is the answer!”
“Well what is the answer?!”
“I don’t fucking know!”
There was an awkward silence as the intensity had reached its peak.
“Maybe I should clean out my desk,” I suggested.
“What?!” snapped Trigg.
“Hear me out,” I said. “This can only end badly for us from an HR standpoint. Tracey is a jerk, but her father isn’t going to look kindly on you guys banging your EA. I like it here, but I could get another job. Then there’d be nothing to stop us from seeing each other.”
“No, you shouldn’t have to go,” said Davis. “We can fight back against Stacey. She has no right to bully you out of this job.”
“Yeah!” said Trigg. “She may being doing it in a subtle way, but it’s still harassment. It’s still wrong.”
“I don’t want you guys to lose your positions,” I said. “You worked too hard.”
“It’s fine,” said Davis. “We have some credibility with Wendell. I’m sure he’d believe us if we told him.”
“I still think I should go,” I said.
“No,” says Trigg. “Listen, I didn’t say anything about this before. I was so into you and wanted to know more. But Hallie, I was a fat kid in high school too. I got picked on and pushed around. If you run away from Stacey, you’ll be running away forever.”
“I guess in a way, I am,” I agreed.
“I used to have terrible buck-teeth,” Davis admitted. “My parents couldn’t afford all the operations right away. The kids were merciless. But I got through it and you will too.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter what you looked like in the past,” said Trigg. “Right now, today, you’re a gorgeous, confident woman. High school is the past.”
Warmth flooded my chest the same way it did my crotch when these two were involved. Finally, I’m feeling solid again.
“Thanks guys, I was really starting to waver there,” I said. “But you’re right. I need to get past this somehow. Maybe confront her.”
“That’s our girl,” cheered Davis, pumping his fist.
I leaned and hugged them both. I kissed Trigg and then Davis. Davis’ tongue was furious and hungry for me. Our embrace became more passionate and we started kissing and touching each other more. Now, with all of us enflamed, we took it further. Davis locked the doors as Trigg was kissing me and moved me over to my desk. With one arm, he swept the carefully arranged stuff I had on top of it. Who cares? We were in the moment. Nothing could stop us. Nothing should.
Trigg reached under my skirt, found my panties and pulled them off. Davis was fondling my breast over my clothes and kissing me. This was especially erotic since it was in the office. It was like a big “fuck you” to Stacey. I almost wished she could see it. I could be fucking them and look up and say, “See Stacey? These are my men! Not yours! Get lost, you bitch!”
I unzipped Davis’s pants, reached in and freed his manhood from its confines. Trigg buried his face in my crotch and started getting me warmed up. I could feel his chin buried in my folds as his tongue lapped at the hood of my clit. He then put his finger in and moved it enticingly.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” I moaned. “Do me here. Right on the desk!”
Davis rubbed his throbbing shaft across my lips and I flicked it with my tongue. I then moved to his balls, opened my mouth and took them both inside. Trigg unzipped, and his erect penis popped out ready for action. He lifted up my leg and entered me and I reveled in his warm, deep penetrating love. His cock stretched my inviting wet insides and tickled my G spot, sending a rewarding cascade of my hot pussy juice.
“Oh, God...” said Trigg. “You’re so fucking hot. You like that? You like how I fuck your pussy?”
“Yes! Just like that baby!” I whispered.
We didn’t want to be too loud. This was an office, after all. Fortunately, the office was large, with high ceiling and the desk was in the middle of the room. Any sound that traveled would have to go a long way before reaching the ears of the staff. Plus with all the people wearing ear buds and simply the general noise in the front lobby, there was little chance of us being heard.
Trigg was thrusting into me with wild abandon and I was sliding across the desk with every stroke. It was out of control and raw, just how I liked it.
“How about you, big boy?” I said, looking up at Davis while drooling on his penis. “You want to get inside me. Put your hard boner up my ass?”
Davis smiled and grabbed me. He lifted my skirt and I was between them again. Trigg somehow managed to stay in my pussy, he was such a athlete, as Davis penetrated my tight little ass. This was that office fantasy every woman dreamed: Being reamed by two studs from both sides while the rest of the office worked. I was living that dream and the fantasy was rapturous as hell.
I kissed Trigg and then reached back and kissed Davis, while Trigg continued to pump into me and squeezing my breasts. My clothes were starting to come undone from the friction and the movement. Finally could feel us all heading toward a climax. It would be a simultaneous orgasm, rarely achieved between three people, no doubt. I was gushing intensely out of my pussy, while Trigg and Davis’s cum rocketed into me like a steamy shower of intense pleasure. I imagined the Hentai version of my insides in my head, as I rolled back my head and eyes. Every cell in my body was alive as I shook, bloomed and spasmed from the intensity of the orgasms.
I had never known this level of sexual pleasure and satisfaction until my boys came to me and came in me. I could tell Trigg and Davis were overwhelmed with the pleasure too as they shook from orgasm after quakes and struggled to keep me aloft between them.
“Ahh… That was incredible…” I said, languid with satisfaction, kissing each one of them again. “Thank you for that. I never imagined it would be that good… I’m just overwhelmed by it. You guys are so amazing.”
Davis normally severe features were relaxed and he laughed. “Holy shit, I’m lightheaded. I think I need to sit down.”
“I don’t think I can sit down,” I added.
“Shit, I’m still hard as a rock,” said Trigg, struggling to put his rod away. “Who needs Viagra when we’ve got Hallie.”
Then it happened. My worst nightmare came to life.
The boys had a private bathroom attached to our office. It was rarely used so no one ever paid any attention to it. A line of shelves partially blocked the door when it was open, so you couldn’t see in there. But from inside the bathroom, we heard a snort.
Stacey sat there, recording everything with her phone with the door partially shut.
“Wow!” she laughed, bursting out the door, still videoing us. “I didn’t know you guys were into fat chicks. I mean, you’re really into fat chicks!”
We scrambled to get our clothes fixed. I was insanely furious. Hands shaking, I saw red.
This was it. I was going to murder her with my bare hands. Finally, I would be free of this harpy. One way or another.
Davis and Trigg missed their opportunity to grab me. They were adjusting their pants away from camera and all I had to do was pull down my skirt back over my pelvis. My panties were still on the floor but I didn’t care. I charged forward with a wound up fist, ready for punching.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to put this online!” she laughed. “Pig gets spit roasted!”
I launched as my hand flew and connected with her chin. I hit her wi
th all my might.
All the years of torment and ridicule were concentrated in that one punch. She lifted off the ground a little and went flying back. Her phone sailed across the office somewhere and she was laid out on her back, totally flattened and surprised by the hit.
“You bitch!” she screamed breathlessly. “I’ll fucking kill you! You bitch!”
Trigg and Davis moved to pull me away, but I was determined now. And stronger than I had ever been in my life. I felt like I could throw Stacey right out the goddamned window without a thought. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head aside and then tried to follow it up with a punch. I blocked it with my hand and landed another blow across her stupid face. I felt something break and I saw blood.
“Ah! My nose! You broke my fucking nose, you cunt!” she squealed.
There was a weakness in that last outburst, one I had never heard before. Stacey had always been the root of all evil for me. She was unrepentant and indestructible, never wavering for her dedication to my absolute misery.
But here, in this moment, I heard the weakness she had been hiding. It was a weakness she had guarded carefully all these years. I would tear it from her and let the whole world see it! Even if I had to tear her arms off and beat her to death with them.
“Wait! Stop!” shouted Trigg.
Neither Stacey or I were listening. She swung wildly, connecting with Davis’s face. He put his hands up and reeled away. Trigg tried to bear hug me and succeeded. He lifted me into the air and with both feet, I kicked Stacey back. She went flying over Trigg’s desk, knocking his computer to the floor with a booming crash.
“Let me go, Trigg!” I growled. “Let me finish this!”
“You have to stop, Hallie! You’re making this worse!”
“Let me go, Trigg!”
Stacey recovered from behind the desk and rose holding a letter-opener. She threw it like a knife and it embedded itself into Trigg’s arm. He howled and let me go.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
This was too far ,even for Stacey. She had hurt my man. No one hurts my man.
“You’re dead, bitch!” I shouted, lurching at her.
She tried to grab my hair again, but I slapped away her arms. I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the wooden desk. With all her might, she kicked me between the legs and I lost my grip on her hair.
Stacey picked up a stapler and threw it against the side of my head. Her kick had stung, but the stapler was especially painful. It sent me staggering back, clutching my face. Stacey bent down and charged at me like a bull. She ended up tackling me over Davis’ desk, sending his computer monitor crashing to the floor. We skidded, locked in battle, now wrestling in a pile of broken monitor glass. Rolling together, Stacey ended up on top of me.
“You worthless piece of shit!” screamed Stacey. “You think you’re better than me? My father owns this hotel! I’ll fuckin’ do anything I want!”
I was pinned, but the stapler was just within reach. As I picked it up, it flopped open and I bashed Stacey across the side of her head, punching a staple into her thick skull. She screeched in pain and fell off of me.
I scrambled to my feet. Davis tried to get in between us.
“Stop!” he yelled. “You’re destroying the office!”
“This has to end, Davis,” I insisted. “It isn’t your fight.”
As we were talking, Stacey had pulled the staple out of her head. Looking down at her reddened hands, the sight of her own blood enraged her even more. Trigg emitted a stream of “whoa, whoa whoa,” as he tried to calm her down, but Stacey was already eyeing Davis’s printer.
“Stacey, calm down. Now.” said Trigg. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Stacey picked up the printer and hurled it at Trigg. He caught it, but wasn’t expecting the weight. He stumbled backwards and mashed up against his own desk, dropping the printer. It broke on the floor shooting black toner up into the air.
“No, Stacey!” said Davis, making the mistake of stepping in between the two of us.
He tried to grab her, but she stomped down on his foot with her high heel. I think I heard something crack. He hopped on his other foot, yowling in pain, and she attacked at his moment of vulnerability, pushing him over. When she turned back to face me, I was already upon her. I smashed her stupid face with my fist again. It hurt my hand like hell, but God it felt good!
Stacey staggered back, reeling. She fell into a cubicle wall, which became unstable, but then charged back. We grabbed each other’s hair and started pulling each other in a weird circle. She scratched my neck with her nails, while I punched her in the tit.
Pulling my head to the side, she wound up to punch me, but I threw all my weight down on the hand that had her by the hair and I felt it rip out.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed like a beast. “You pulled out my hair! You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you!”
She clomped toward me and kicked me in the ribs. I rolled away and tried to get up, but she kicked me in the back. From the floor, Davis tried to trip her, but she spotted him before he moved and kicked him in the balls.
“Ah, fuck!” he screamed.
The distraction was enough to get me on my feet. I charged at her, screaming and caught her by the midriff. We crashed into the shelves, which were surrounded by a glass case. It broke under our weight and shattered into a million pieces. Stacey hit her head against one of the shelves and became dazed. She staggered and I punched her in the face.
“Fuck you!” she screeched, bleeding and crying at the same time.
“No, fuck you!” I shouted back, punching her again.
Stacey spun out, staggered a few steps and then flopped to the floor. This time, I could tell, she wasn’t going to get right up. Breathing heavy, I flopped down, leaning against the top of my desk, which had somehow escaped getting smashed up in all the mayhem.
“You finished, Stacey? Huh?” I demanded. “Are we done here? Because if we’re not, I’ll be happy to do this again and again! I will fucking go to jail for however long and walk right the fuck back out to beat your scrawny ass! You leave me and my guys alone! Do you hear me? You don’t get to bully me anymore! And if you do, I swear— You won’t be able to bully anyone anymore when I’m through with you! Do you understand?”
And while our sex noises weren’t loud enough to escape the office, our fight noises clearly were. During the commotion, Georgia had tried to get in and then called security. It took several minutes, but they eventually got a key to the door and charged in. An older guy in a suit led our security team in like he owned the place. Turned out, he did.
It was Stacey’s father, Wendall.
“Daddy! Look what they did to me! Thank God you’re here,” said Stacey, almost unable to conceal her glee.
Chapter 15
Hallie
“Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?” demanded Wendall. “You people have destroyed this office and look at you all… This isn’t what I’m paying any of you to do. It’s a good thing I cut my vacation short!”
“These three were having sex in the office, Daddy. Right here on a desk. It was disgusting!” said Stacey.
“Davis! Trigg!” Wendall wheeled around furiously. “Have you two lost your minds? On company time? With an employee? Do you know what kind of liability that is?”
“I know it looks bad, sir,” began Trigg. “But there’s more to the story. Either way, I’m to blame. I started this. If anyone should take the fall, it should be me.”
“That’s not true,” said Davis. “Stacey has been acting inappropriately since the moment her internship started. She’s been harassing Hallie here, since they were in high school and today, she posted her yearbook picture all over the office.”
Davis still had one of the photocopies and handed it to Wendall.
“Jesus, Stacey,” hissed Wendall. “I thought you were past this. Are you still harassing— My God, Hallie… are you that Hallie?�
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“Yes,” I said stonily.
“Well, I hate to say it, I don’t see much harm with these photos compared to having sex in the office,” said Wendall decisively.
“You don’t understand,” I said. “Your daughter hounded me for years. I had to be homeschooled because she bullied me relentlessly. Do you want to know how many times I thought about killing myself, all because of your daughter?”
“Still, it was high school,” said Wendall, trying to dismiss it.
“You knew about it?” I snapped.
“Some of it, yes,” admitted Wendall. “In my day, it was called coping with others or growing up. You have to deal with people. Some of them are harsh to you. That’s life.”
I couldn’t feel my physical form, only the rush of blood to the anger center of my body. Cold and hot mingled inside me and burst forth.
“Your daughter poured hair remover on my head in the shower at gym. I had a bald spot for weeks. She glued my books together. She told a boy that I liked that I had herpes and AIDS! She pushed me down stairwells, punched me, kicked me and once, slammed my hand in a locker. Once, she tried to put Oxycotin in my locker, then called the principal and tried to get my suspended. Fortunately, she put it in the wrong locker! Remember that, Stacey?”
Stacey made eye contact with her dad. My rant must’ve touched off too many memories for her and she wasn’t quite sure whether to react with outrage or pride. She settled for something in the middle, which made her look insanely guilty.
“Oh, but why stop there, Stacey? Remember when you removed all the tampons out of the girl’s bathroom when I had my period? Great day if you like ruined pants and being humiliated! Or how about when you poured an entire bowl of chili on me? I had scalding burns and smelled like old meat the rest of the day. You got a good laugh at my expense, remember? Aren’t you proud of yourself?”
“She’s taking it out of context,” Stacey said, weakly defending herself. “I was just pulling pranks. They were funny.”
“Was it funny when you filled my backpack with cockroaches or when you told the school nurse to check me for lice? Was it funny when you pushed my head forward on the bus and I hit my head against the seat in front of me and chipped a tooth? Or how about when you threw a softball bat at me, hitting my leg and leaving a nice bruise for weeks? Shall I go on? Because there are way more examples of what a degenerate psycho you are!”
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