Rebuilding Harry Ch. 04

He looked around the conference room and saw all of the paperwork that needed cleaning, and he made as quick a job of it as he could before leaving the pile behind to be picked up later, taking a quick route to the stairs back up to his office, where Mrs. Kowalski was cleaning out her desk.

"Mrs. Kowalski," he panted, "did Veronica come back here?"

"Yes she did," she said, "she left a note for you inside, but had to go off quickly. Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" Harry asked, bounding past her to the office.

"She slapped that vice president right across the face," she said. "Right in front of everyone."

"Uh... yeah..." Harry laughed out, looking around the desk for her memo. He picked it up. "Women's washroom, supply room, basement, 3:45. -V" it said, and he felt his heart want to burst into joy. "How about that, hey?"

"Yes," Mrs. Kowalski said, poking her head in. "Apparently he was trying to get her to take the blame for his mistake or something?"

"I guess so," Harry said, looking into his reflection in the window to see if his hair was straight. "Yeah, I think something like that happened."

"Well," Mrs. Kowalski said, in a gossiping tone, "It'll be fun to see what happens next. Do you think they'll be firing her or Reginald? I hope it's him."

"Gotta run," Harry said, checking his watch as he leapt out the door, running up to the elevator, pressing one of the buttons, shuffling on the spot as he waited, before pressing it again, and then saying "Fuck it," before running towards the stairs, bounding down all six flights.

***

After having a quick look around to make sure that the supply room staff were all on their rounds, Harry burst into the women's bathroom. Choosing this place was a smart move on her part, since the supply room didn't have any female employees, but he still felt a tiny thrill at the idea of getting caught in the middle of this grandiose gesture. When he saw Veronica standing in the middle of the bathroom smiling, though, that thrill was replaced by a greater one.

"Congratulations," she said, slinking up to him and removing her glasses.

"Nunberg told me what you did," Harry said. "I swear... I didn't know what to think the entire time. Part of me suspected..."

"I know," Veronica said, "and I'm so sorry. At first, I thought things were going alright, but then he got his hands on some files that I didn't have a chance to sneak out for you, and Reg had his secretary watching me like a hawk. Even if he suspected that I wasn't on board with his idea, if he could keep me from you, it would bother you. I could tell, if he'd thought I wasn't on board with his idea, he'd have threatened my job, so I lied and said I was tempted by the idea of moving upwards in the company." She slipped her hands underneath his blazer and wrapped her arms around him, almost clawing his back in the process. "I hated myself for saying it. And you had no idea how much I wanted to do this."

"That bastard," Harry said, putting his hands on her hips. "I'm sorry you got brought into it that way."

"I would have let him fire me," Veronica said, pressing her head against his chest, and running her fingertips up and down his back. "I would have done it in two seconds if I hadn't thought there was some way I could help from his office, but the longer it went on, the more it looked like there really wasn't anything I could do. He had the files right there, copies of all of them and some of the originals so that you couldn't get them."

"How did you get to Nunberg?" Harry asked, carressing her hips as he traced his thumb around the waistline of her skirt.

"That was part of why I pretended to be on board with the idea," Veronica said, as she brought her hands back to Harry's front and began to undo his buttons. "Reg wanted to get some idea which way Nunberg would go on your presentation, but he wanted to be discreet, so he sent me to drop off some paperwork, rather than going himself or sending his own secretary. I wanted to get Nunberg suspicious of Reg, but I didn't know how to do it. It was like swimming with a pirhanas." Her fingers parted his shirt and she began to trace lines from his chest down to his belly button. "Nunberg seemed to like your enthusiasm, so I couldn't tell him the presentation wasn't your idea to begin with. But he also seemed noncommittal on whether or not he believed your argument. He went into that meeting totally prepared to be swayed either way."

"Wow," Harry said. "I'm glad it worked out."

"So am I," she said, and looked up at him with big eyes suddenly. "But the days before were driving me mad, Harry. I couldn't go back and dissuade Reg, he would have gotten suspicious, and he had such a hard-on for what he was going to do. I never realized it, Harry, but he was nervous about all the good work you were doing lately."

"I never realized it either," he said, leaning down to kiss Veronica on her forehead, as his hands took a grip on Veronica's skirt and started to gently pull it down.

"Mmmm," she purred, looking up at him, changing her posture so that the skirt would slip down easier, and she leaned in and kissed him on the chest. "Near the end, I took a chance and tried to tell Reg about how hard you were working, but that only convinced him that the victory would be sweeter. It was so odd, Harry, seeing him. It was like he was out of his mind."

"Well," Harry said, smiling. "I guess that's what happens when you want the power. If you don't want the power, you end up like me."

"Like you?" Veronica asked. "What does that mean? You're fine the way you are, and I wouldn't change our work relationship for anything." She brought her fingers down to his waistline, and started unbuckling his belt. Harry, who'd begun playing with the buttons on her blouse, suddenly stopped.

"What?" she asked, sensing his hesitation.

"Well," he said. "Our work relationship might be changing regardless."

"Why?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nunberg offered me an interview for a project working with the senior strategists," he said.

"He did?!" Veronica exclaimed. "That's fantastic!" She jumped up and threw her arms around him, and kissed his cheek ferociously as he held her in the air.

"But I thought you left the other job because of the responsibility," he said. "I was feeling guilty with all the work you were doing as it was. It would only get busier."

"Harry," she said, as she brought her head back so she was face-to-face with him. "Do you know what it's like, having me do all those things for you in the office, knowing that you're so close, to be able to smell you, feel your eyes on my body, and yet not be able to touch you?" She gave him a kiss that ended with her biting his lip until it hurt.

"Ow!" he said. "Are you mad or something?"

"Oh God no," she said. "It's the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. It makes being with you now that much more exciting. You don't even want to know the mileage I've put on my vibrator since I started this job." She paused, smirking at him, and then shifted her eyes downward. "I'm going to get you ready, and then we're going to fuck on this tile floor like there's no tomorrow, alright?"

"Um, yes," he said. "Yes, I think that's agreeable."

"Good," she said, and with a couple of skillfull moves she was out of her blouse and bra, exposing her breasts, but keeping on her panties and stockings. Then, she was squatting before him, her knees on the outside of his legs, those breasts pressed against his thighs, and with one arm gripping his ass firmly for support, she used her free hand to undo his pants and then lower them. Then she slipped a hand inside the fold of his underwear, and produced his cock, standing as firm as he'd ever known it to. She pressed her lips against the head, and then took it deep into her mouth, closing her eyes as though it were doing her more pleasure to give than for him to receive. She kept it deep inside her mouth, and Harry felt the warm, wet tickling of her tongue all along the base of his shaft. Then she pulled back, and the coldness of the bathroom made his cock twitch, and she giggled as it moved.

"Oh, God, that's great," he said. "Put it in your mouth again, will you?"

"Sure!" she said, looking up with a smile, before grabbing one of his hands and putting it on the back of her head. "You know what to do. Not too hard, though. I don't want you to come before I've had a chance to fuck you proper."

"Whatever," he said, and grabbing a fistfull of her hair in a way that made her say "Oh!" in a pleasantly surprised way, he thrust out his pelvis towards her face, straight into her mouth. "Mmm!" she mumbled pleasurably, and he began to rock back and forth as she squatted there. Out of the corner of his vision he could see one of her hands going down between her legs to massage her vagina, and it made him so hot that he had to fight off the impulse to come by bringing up something that had been nagging away at his brain since the meeting.

"There's just one thing I'd love to know," Harry said.

After pulling back to let his cock fall free, Veronica let out a couple of deep breaths as she brought up her hand to jerk him off, so she could respond. "What's that?"

"McMaster & McMaster," Harry said. "Reg has to have been here long enough to have known about that account."

Veronica shrugged. "I doubt it would have made a difference. Your breakdown showed that, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "But still... I don't know."

"Boy," she said, as she took a firmer grip on his penis, "I should tell you how impressed I was with that report, by the way. I was sure I could trust you to do your best, but even that was above and beyond..."

"Maybe," Harry said, looking down at her, watching her breasts dangle freely. The feeling that he might erupt at any second started up, so he kept on with the distraction. "But even so, for Reg not to have known about McMaster & McMaster, I mean, that's quite the screw-up."

"Well, that one might not be entirely his fault," Veronica said, and then coughed, before smiling up at him sweetly.

That took Harry a second. "You didn't."

She shrugged her shoulders, before leaning in to take one of his testacles in her mouth and suck on it.

"But you were so shocked in the meeting," Harry said, trying to fight off the pleasure. "And you slapped him for trying to blame his mistake on you. Didn't you?"

She took her mouth off his balls to purse her lips and raise an eyebrow. "But itwashis mistake," she said. "He should have never thought I'd be disloyal to you."

"Why," Harry said, as one of her tugs caused him to close his eyes for a second before completing the thought. "Why are you doing this? Why me?"

"Because from the moment I met you I could read your soul in your eyes, Harry," she said. "It's beautiful, and kind, and desperate to play." Then she looked down. "Plus, I like your cock." She jerked it a couple of times almost painfully to punctuate her point, but Harry suddenly couldn't stop himself, and he opened his mouth to moan.

Veronica realized what was happening. "Nice," she said sarcastically, before wrapping her mouth around his cock and deep-throating it completely. Harry took a firm grip on her hair again and fucked her mouth so violently that he feared he might choke her, but suddenly he couldn't even think, and the sensation was building inside into an uncontrollable pressure, and when he closed his eyes it was as though he were rushing to the edge of space, lifting, lifting... And then he shook, and let out a yell, and then he shook again, and again, each explosive pulse emptying into her, each shot followed by its own lessening shout of disbelief, until he was fully spent, standing before her, and she pulled her head off his cock, licked her lips, and then looked up and said, "You asshole."

"I'm sorry," he said, with the biggest, stupidest grin of his life adorning his face. "I'm so sorry."

"Liar," she said. "Well, fine, you've just made enough racket that somebody's going to wonder what was going on, so you'd better get out there while I fix up." She laughed. "You bastard."

"I'll make it up to you," he said, in a semi-trance. "I'll do something for you."

"I was waitinga weekfor that, you know," she said.

"I'll think of something," he said, as he lifted up his pants and began to fix his buckle. Suddenly, there were footsteps outside, and Veronica let out a peep as she bundled her clothes into her hands and dove for a nearby stall.

There was a knock at the door. "Hello?" A man's voice.

"Hey man," Harry said. "Sorry, I'll be out in a second."

There was a pause. "Buddy," the voice said. "This is the lady's room."

"I know, I know," Harry said. "It, uh, it couldn't wait."

"Well, alright," the voice said. "Just do a favour and courtesy flush for whoever has to go in there after you."

Veronica let out a barely audible snort.

"Yeah, sure," Harry said, going into Veronica's stall as she was threading her arms into her blouse. When she looked up at him, he gave her a kiss on the lips.

She took it, but then gave him a little slap. "You owe me," she said.

"I know," he said, smiling, then leaned past her and flushed the toilet, before turning to leave the stall and then the washroom, his mind already a jumble as he began to wonder what was in store for the two of them, now that the obstacles had been removed, the trust was there, and a wide-open future lay ahead.

That night, when he got home, he didn't bother trying to conceal the good news from his wife, even though much of it involved his infidelity. She seemed visibly surprised.

"When is the interview?" Trish asked.

"I guess sometime soon," Harry said. "I have to arrange something with the people, and the company's busy with a lot of other stuff. There's also no real guarantee, I suppose."

"Oh," she said. "But the presentation went well, I guess?"

"Yeah!" he said excitedly. "Yeah, it really did. All the work paid off."

"Well, that's great," she said, smiling. She came over and gave him a hug. It was strange, almost like a hug between friends, but with her in close he briefly felt a flicker of the desire for her that once consumed him. She was a tall woman with broad shoulders, and contact with her had such a great contrast than that with Veronica, just because Trish's stature was so much larger. In fact, he couldn't help but compare notes about how different they were when they were close to him. Trish could rest her chin on his shoulder as she was doing now, her arms could wrap around his neck without needing him to slouch over, and her breasts, although maybe just a little smaller than Veronica's while still being large in their own right, seemed to engulf him more because they pressed into his chest while Veronica's came just above his belly. And Trish still smelled absolutely great. What was also strange, though, was that even though his own affection for Trish had only tapered off slightly since learning of her affair with Jack, the depth of his feeling for Veronica had grown so much that he couldn't help but be surprised how much it compared in memory to what he felt in the proximity with his own wife right now. He let out an ironic laugh at the turn of events.

"What?" Trish asked, as she leaned back, loosening her hug but not taking her hands off his shoulders. "Was there something funny on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry said. He leaned in to give Trish a kiss on the cheek, and she stuck her face forward to accept it. "I'm going to go have a beer."

"Alright..." she said hesitatingly, letting go of him and watching him go to the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything?" he called out to her, walking down the hall.

"No, that's fine," he heard from behind, and he turned into the kitchen entrance and made a line straight for the fridge, feeling a strange urge to get a little drunk. He hadn't done that much despite having lived in this house for so long, maybe a couple of times soon after the incident at Jack's house, and maybe a dozen times in total before that. But this was a special occasion, and he felt like he was on the verge of a proper celebration as he open the fridge door, leaned in, and grabbed a beer, popping it and taking a swig before he even closed the door. It tasted great. Not champagne, but maybe he'd do that with Veronica later on if he got the job. Hell, he laughed, maybe he'd do that anyway. He owed her that much.

As he stepped back and leaned against the counter, folding one arm around himself and taking another long sip, he could see through the doorway Trish's studio. It was the spare bedroom, and since they weren't in danger of having kids anytime soon and nobody ever came to visit, she just announced a few months earlier that she'd like to use it for her photography, and he shrugged and told her to go for it. He walked over to the studio, looked inside and saw some of the prints, and they were pretty nice. A couple of the black and white ones looked really professional, and it got his mind racing.

He was playful, Veronica had said. He hadn't ever thought of himself like that before, but suddenly the ideas running around in his mind were definitely of the playful variety.