The printer hummed faintly in the outer office. Click of the mouse echoed as I crossed the empty secretariat. Late afternoon. Colleagues gone. Coffee scent mixed with my perfume—sharp, floral. Heart pounding. I knocked on the director’s door.
‘Enter.’
The Ambiance
Mr. Livert looked up. Fifty-five, paunchy, balding. Immaculate suit. Authority dripped from him. ‘Evening, Christelle. The job?’ He smiled.
I nodded. Pitched hard. Loyalty. Discretion. Availability. He leaned back. ‘Needs more. Intimacy with me.’ Eyes locked. Challenge hung.
He unzipped. Pulled out his soft cock. Thick even limp. Heat rushed my face. But I wanted that desk. Knelt slow. Hands on it. Stroked gentle. Felt it twitch. Mouth forward. Sucked the head. Tongue swirled.
He sighed. I bobbed. Fast, slow. Hand pumped base. Saliva slick. He groaned. Hard now. Veins pulsed. Sped up. He bucked. Cum flooded my mouth—salty, hot. Swallowed every drop. Licked clean. Zipped him. Stood. Waited.
‘Good. See you tomorrow with Imbert.’ Door clicked shut behind me.
Next evening. Clock ticked slow. Printer whirred again. Coffee aroma lingered. Imbert arrived—tall, skinny, ‘The Heron.’ Knocked. Entered together. Door locked. Click.
Livert: ‘She passed the test.’ Imbert skeptical. Livert unzipped again. Cock out. I knelt. Sucked deep. Humiliation burned. Tears stung. Imagined my husband. Thrust harder.
Imbert circled. ‘Damn good cocksucker.’ Hand under skirt. Yanked panties down. Fingers invaded. Wet already. ‘Slut’s dripping.’ Two digits pumped. Rough. Good.
The Explosion
His zip rasped. Cock pressed my slit. I spread knees. He slammed in. Long, thin. Filled me. Sucked Livert faster. Livert came. Gulped it down.
Imbert: ‘My turn.’ Pulled out. Bent me over desk. Leather cool on tits. Skirt hiked. Slap on ass. Thrust deep. Slow. Teasing. I rocked back.
‘On your back.’ Legs up, knees hooked. Pussy exposed. Livert watched, stroking limp dick. Imbert plunged. Sweat beaded. Kissed sloppy, tongue deep.
Livert behind him. Spat on cock. Pushed into Imbert’s ass. Heron yelped. Cock swelled inside me. Rhythm synced. Thrusts chained. Grunts filled room.
Livert: ‘Gonna cum in your ass, Patrick.’ Groaned loud. Imbert bucked. Filled me hot. I shattered. Legs dropped.
Silence. Sweat, cum, coffee stench. They pulled out. Helped me up. Panties on. Skirt smoothed.
Champagne from fridge. Imbert bare-assed, dick swinging. Laughter erupted. Glass clinked.
The Mask: Fixed lipstick in reflection. Hair straight. Door unlocked. Click. Back to desk. Tomorrow, my new office. Acted normal. Files shuffled. Smile pro. Inside, thrill buzzed. Promotion mine.