Underground parking. Echoes of distant printer whirring from HR floor. My heels click concrete. Coffee scent clings from breakroom mug, mixes my sharp perfume. Tailleur tight. Skirt hugs thighs. I spot Mini’s rear wheels glistening wet. Sticky. Sniff close. Cum. Fresh. Jean Lemineur’s pathetic load. That 43-year-old coward. Sixteen years slaving downstairs. Brimmed by us upstairs bitches. His silent revenge. I smile cold. Knew it from cams.
Afternoon flashbacks hit. Open-space glances. His hunched shoulders when I pass. Ignores my hellos. Hate in eyes post-women visits. Mouse clicks furious on his desk. Door slams locked behind Mme Arthur. Printer spits paie sheets. Stress reeks. Hierarchy bites. My afternoons only. Finance queen at 30. Madame Lenoir. Blonde? No, brunette pony high. Eyes blue-green ice. He fantasizes. Craves dive in.
The Ambiance
Drive out fast. British green cabriolet weaves traffic. Clio tails clumsy. Loses me twice. Knows address. RH files easy grab. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. Risk him snapping? Or spilling more? Avenue buzz. Park home street. He pulls up panicked. Hesitates. I stride. Lean his door. Lock eyes. First contact. ‘Come.’ Voice husky. Sway hips slow. Chaloupé. Hear stall. Laughter bubbles. Follows stumbling.
Elevator. Key twists panel. Click-lock. Doors whisper shut. Heart hammers his chest. Undo pony. Hair cascades silk. Unbutton jacket. White shirt sheer. No bra. Nipples peek. Tension coils. Perfume thickens air. Coffee ghost on breath.
Duplex opens direct. Cozy glow. Warm walls. Patina chairs. Upstairs bureau. Work scent. Screen quad-split. His office cams. Four angles dim-lit. Keyboard clacks. Rewind VHS-style. Play. His day reels. 16:02 Graindor drops contract. Door creak. Mouse frantic. 15:47 Arthur on raise. Hunched. Hate glare exit. Mumbles. Printer hums. ‘Watched you, Jean. Weeks now.’ Amused. ‘Since hire day. You ignored me. Frustrated.’ Step close. Breath chin-hot. Eyes drown his.
Grab collar. Peck kisses chaste. His hand hip instinctive. Full tongue plunge. Heat builds. Lead on.
Push desk edge. His back hits wood. Mouse pad crinkles. Chair wheels squeak roll. Unbutton his shirt slow. Palm flat torso. Flatters jogger build. Pause long. Tense. ‘Touch me.’ Guide hand hair. Jaw. Lips suck palm hollow. Tender. Shoulder silk. Press palm breast. Firm. Nipple peaks. No rush. Belt unclick. Zipper rasps. Boxer tents. Grip shaft rough. Pump eager. He hushes. ‘Slow, slut.’ Calm him.
The Explosion
Straddle desk. Skirt hikes. Shirt flops open. Tits free. Pony wild now. Hair curtains face. He cranes. Sucks tit. Tongue laps areola. Nibble peak. Gooseflesh ripples. Hips grind air. Feed other globe. Suck hard. Waves build. Breath hitches. Cries whisper. Cum shudders. Fesses slap pubis. Collapse side. Spasm.
Roll him prone desk. Papers crunch. Stapler clatters. Pants yank ankles. Naked. Tie wrists lamp cord? No, promise still. But control mine. Straddle reverse. Ass cheeks split cock. Grind slow. Hand reaches back. Stroke veiny length. ‘Fuck yes, hard for bitch boss.’ Turn face. Tongue fuck mouth. Yank boxer. Grip bare. Pump furious. Precum slicks.
He flips. Strips me deliberate. Silk peels. Naked glory. Grip bed? Desk rail. Arms pin high. Lick pits. Tits knead. Nipples twist. Squirm. ‘Fuck me now, Jean!’
Legs hoist. Ankles shoulders. Gland teases slit. Wet lips part. Glide clit-perineum. Moans escape. ‘Inside, please.’ Ignore. Frots deliberate. Shivers. Thrust deep. Slick glove hugs. Eyes shut bliss. Pubes mash. Slow withdraw. Inch savor. Plunge lazy. Watch cock vanish pussy. Lascivious. Hands fesses grip. Spur faster. Pounds quicken. Desk creaks protest. Balls slap. Tension snaps. He erupts. Hot jets flood. Groans divine. Collapse spent.
Readjust skirt. Button blouse crisp. Hair re-pony tight. Perfume spritz fresh. Coffee mug cold now. Smile pro. ‘Back to work Monday, Jean. Act normal.’ Escort door. Elevator click. He stumbles Clio. My thrill peaks. Secret lust sated. Hierarchy flipped. No trace. Back to Madame Lenoir.