Printer hums outside. Steady whir. Mouse clicks echo sharp. Keyboards clack. Coffee scent drifts in, bitter, mixing with Victoria’s sweet perfume. Open space buzzes. Dossiers stack high on my desk. Deadlines bite. I glance up. Victoria across the floor. Her eyes lock mine. Lingers. Heat builds. Hierarchy pulses. I’m climbing. She’s tempting. Symbiote stirs deep. Black goo warms my core. Thighs clench.
Meeting time. We grab files. Walk to conference room. Door swings. I follow. Click. Lock engages. Snick loud in quiet. Blinds half-drawn. Light slices table. We sit close. Knees brush. Talk projects. Voices low. But eyes devour. Her blouse strains. Nipples hint. Symbiote whispers in mind. ‘Take her.’ Heart races. Risk thrills. Colleagues feet away. Door thin.
The Ambiance
Hand on her thigh. Under table. Fabric slides up. She freezes. Gasps soft. ‘Jessica?’ Trust? ‘Yes.’ Symbiote flows. Warm ooze from palm. Black viscous. Crawls skin. Hot. Alive. Wraps her leg. Seeps higher. Skirt hikes. Panties soak. She bites lip. Moans muffled. Printer drones on. Distracts.
I stand. Pull her up. Lips crash. Hungry. Tongue extends. Symbiote lengthens it. Probes deep. Wet. She sucks. Hands rip blouses. Buttons ping floor. Tits free. Firm. Symbiote tendrils lash out. Black whips. Coil breasts. Squeeze. Pinch nipples hard. She arches. ‘Fuck, yes!’ Dirty whisper.
Table clear. Papers fly. Shove her down. Ass up. Skirt bunches. Rip panties. Pussy glistens. Symbiote surges. Forms thick cock from my core. Slick. Pulsing. Veins throb. Thrust in. Deep. She screams. Muffled by my hand. Pound fast. Table creaks. Loud. Bangs wood. Clicks outside ignore. Coffee mug tips. Spills dark.
The Explosion
Tendrils invade. One in her ass. Twists. Another mouth. Fills throat. Symbiote links us. Pleasures merge. Her clit throbs mine. Orgasms build. Raw. Intense. ‘Harder, devour me!’ I growl. Goo blooms. Covers us. Liquid suit. Shiny. Moves with thrusts. Pussy clenches. Milks. I flood her. Black seed. Hot. Endless.
Spasms rack. She quakes. I shatter. Hurl cry. Echoes. Winded. Symbiote peaks power. Feeds on bliss. Retracts slow. Goo sucks back. Skin clean. Clothes knit. Blouses button. Skirts smooth. Hair pats. Lipstick fixes. Wipes sweat. Perfume sprays. Innocent.
Unlock door. Click. Others enter. ‘Tech glitch.’ Smiles cool. Sit. Dossiers open. Voices steady. Victoria blushes faint. Eyes gleam secret. Symbiote purrs. Sated. For now. Tension gone. Power mine. Back to grind. Mask perfect. Adrenaline lingers. Next hunt brews.