Career Move

Enough. 7.15pm, got to make this quick. So exactly why she changed back into heels before leaving the car, she would have been hard-pushed to say. She wrestled with the thought as she clattered precariously across the courtyard, trying not to sprain an ankle. Obviously she wanted to look her seductive best as she brushed Gavin off, show him what he risked losing out on by playing his macho power-games. Yes, that was it.

The squat security guard in the foyer eyed her with undisguised lechery as she clicked her way towards him. "Can I help you, love?" There was delight in his toad-like eyes, as he surveyed the narrow gorge between the mountains of her tight-squeezed tits.

"I work here," she snapped, whipping her laminated name-card from her bag and waving it disdainfully under his nose. "I've got an appointment." It occurred to her that no explanation was required for her clammy admirer and so turned heel, trotting imperiously towards the lift, trying to blot out the thought that his leering eyes would still be fixed on her.

The building was all but deserted. Everyone else was embarking on their usual Friday night pursuits, she thought, as she made the lonely ascent to the Rainbow offices on floor nineteen; yet here she was returning to her workplace, jeopardising her plans so she could talk her way out of a clandestine fuck-session with her boss. A boss who was sitting in his office, waiting to thrust his hands up the skirt of her dress and peel her knickers away from her ass. A boss who was maybe hard for her already. Insanely hard ...

The lift doors slid apart as she was pulling the hem of her dress down beyond her rump's curvaceous swell. She had to wriggle past the two cleaners who were entering and they eyed her with scathing glances, taking in her scant dress and the various expanses of her exposed flesh. She could imagine their conversation as the doors shut behind her and she started down the corridor to Gavin's office. Who's the tart? What's she doing here this time of night? His latest lady-friend ...

But she wasn't a tart. She hadn't put on this dress for her boss, it had been all for Matt, the boyfriend to whom she had been faithful for the whole year she had known him. And if she was planning to take one evening out from her commitment so she could advance herself, earn a bit extra, contribute some more, well who the fuck should point a finger? A girl had to make use of whatever assets she had and it sure as hell beat years' hard work.

She clipped to a halt in front of Gavin's door and realised how wet she was. Damn, who was she trying to fool? This was about more than professional advancement. Put bluntly, she wanted to know what it felt like to have Gavin rammed inside her, pumping hard. Spending all that tightly controlled male energy on her body.

But she mustn't let it be tonight.

The blinds on the windows to her boss's office were pulled shut, allowing no clue as to whether or not he was inside. Alicia rapped a trembling knuckle on the glass-fronted door. No response. She eased the door open and peered inside, looking for signs of Gavin through the room's dimmed lighting. "Hello?" It came out as an embarrassed near-squeak and received no reply. She slipped inside the office and silently closed the door behind her, still searching through the gloom. "Hello?"

"Alicia." She jumped, almost literally, and could only hope that the low light-setting had disguised the degree of her fright and how much her tightly-sprung breasts had bobbed. "I'm so glad you could make it." He was reclining behind his dark mahogany desk in a posture of supreme assurance and contentment. She could make out, as her eyes adjusted to the light, the open neck of his shirt. Both light-pinstripe jacket and tie had been tossed onto the surface of the desk. An opened bottle of wine sat there as well, along with two glasses.

Almost lazily he leaned forward, lifted the bottle and poured two measures. "I always like a woman who makes an effort."

She glanced self-consciously down at herself and knew how it must look. Gavin had risen from his seat and was moving towards her with a casual stealth, wine glasses in hand. There was a smile of approval on his lips as he surveyed her fleshy curves--he clearly admired the way they strained against the restrictions of her tiniest party dress. "Now why don't you lock the door in case we get disturbed?" He stopped a foot in front of her, proffering one of the glasses. Her face burned in the heat of his knowing gaze and she stumbled in her resolve.

"Gavin, I haven't come here for that. I - I couldn't get through to you ..."

"Oh now, Alicia--you're wearing those fuck-me heels. What's a guy to think?"

She looked down again, this time to her prettily strapped ankles, and noticed with another start that Gavin was expectantly barefoot. Even as such he towered several inches above her heeled five foot ten. She steeled herself to resist him. "That I was preparing to go out with my boyfriend for my birthday and couldn't contact you to explain?" she replied reasonably. "Look, I'm going to be late as it is. If you want ... this, then we'll simply have to arrange another time." She'd aimed for decisiveness, but failed to keep the quake out of her voice.

"Now Alicia ..." They were standing by the photocopier and he set one wine glass on it, so he could reach his hand under the tresses of her hair and caress the side of her face. "I've got all sorts of calls on my time. I have to take my pleasures when I can and I'm likely to be very busy between now and the interviews at Aztec. Which means it's tonight or not at all. So the question is ..."--he pressed the glass into her hand-- "...how much you want this."

"My boyfriend," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm supposed to be going out to dinner with him ..."

Gavin's hand slid downwards over her throat and the bared flesh of her upper chest, then insinuated its way around the swell of her left breast. "Cancel it," he told her, as if he were issuing an instruction to an employee, which, it occurred to her fleetingly, was precisely what he was doing. "Phone him now and tell him you'll do it another time." The exploring hand curved its way down the slope of her lower back.

"But it's for my birthday." Her breasts were heaving, noticeably she was sure, under the hugging strictures of her dress, and there was a writhing combination of panic and excitement in her lower belly. "We're celebrating."

His fingers rounded the curve of her buttock, pressing through tight fabric into the flesh beneath. The fingertips slipped below the dress's hem and his carefully manicured nails dug into the crease between her butt cheek and upper thigh. Slowly, his eyes locked unflinchingly on hers, he intensified his grip and drew her to his massive frame, so that she could appreciate the full degree of his arousal. Crushed against him she realised the truth of all those gossiped coffee-break rumours; her boss was extravagantly endowed and the thin layers of their clothing failed to disguise his cock's rigidity, pressed as it was against her belly.

"You want a real birthday celebration, it's with me--right here in this room. And it's one you won't fucking forget, that I guarantee." He pulled back from her, scooped up his wine glass and clinked it against hers. Then he sipped and in a state of semi-hypnosis, she copied him. "Now are you going to be a clever girl and lock that door?"

She nodded obediently, the last of her good intentions wiped clean from her mind. Gripped in the same trance she turned, flicked the door catch and locked herself and Gavin away from the rest of the world.

It was only when she turned back to him that her panic returned. "Oh god--what'll I tell Matt? What'll I say to him?"

"Whatever it takes." He took hold of her wrist, lightly but firmly, and propelled her teetering to the expansive surface of his desk. She was adapting now to the room's dimness and could see bulging evidence of his erection, as it strained on one side against the material of his bespoke trousers. "You're a bright girl," he told her. "Improvise." He tapped a key on his desktop phone for an outside line and it buzzed into life. "What's his number?"

"Let me use my mobile," Alicia pleaded, nearly breaking into sweat in terror's onrush.

"You forgot to charge it this morning," Gavin spelt out to her with the patience of an accomplished liar. "That's why you haven't been able to call him and explain that your plans have changed. Now what's his number?"

Alicia could scarcely remember, let alone piece together the rest of the excuse, but Gavin's mesmerising gaze calmed her and somehow drew the numbers from her memory. He set his glass down and rapped out the sequence of digits as she spoke them. A loud dial tone rang out from the phone's speaker and she went to lift the receiver to allow herself at least that much privacy. Gavin stayed her hand with his. With a further stab of panic, she realised that he meant to listen in on the whole conversation.

"You fucker," she hissed, cheeks flushing with resentment and a lust that somehow kept on increasing. Then Matt answered the call.

"Hi, sweetheart, I'm leaving now." She could hear keys jangling in his hand and a front door being opened.

"Matt, thank God I got you. It's a disaster here. Look, you'll have to cancel the restaurant."

"What? Why, what's wrong?"

Alicia's distracted state suddenly made it easy to fake distress. "I had to stay late at work ... You know how crazy it's been, and then when I set off for home, the car stalled and wouldn't start up again. I tried to call you, but I forgot to recharge the phone. I had to walk back to the office to call." Once she got started, the lies flowed easily. She was aware of Gavin's presence behind her and inexplicably wanted to prove to him that she could control the situation.

"Well, let me come collect you," Matt was saying on speakerphone. "We can go straight to the restaurant, pick the car up tomorrow."

"In my work clothes?" The thought of Matt swooping into the workplace on a rescue mission brought on a renewed surge of desperation and she all but shouted her response. "Have you any idea what I look like? I'm covered in oil from the engine. I need to wash, I need to get done up, I can't go to the Biarritz looking like shit. Please, Matt, I've called the RAC, let's do it another time ..."

"Alicia, I booked this weeks ago. It's your birthday night out, for Christ's sake. How'd you let this happen?" She could hear him slam the front door shut and retreat back into the house in an obvious sulk.

"I'm sorry, babe, really I am!" she said, her rush of guilt stemmed by the sensation of Gavin pressing his body into hers from behind, that great erection prodding into her ass cheek. His hands curled around her waist, palms gliding over her stomach. She tried to disguise the constriction she felt in her breathing. "Things got out of control. It wasn't my fault, I haven't done this delib ..." Gavin's mouth was on her neck, the heat of his breath causing her nipples to harden and her skin to break out in a goose-bump rash. What the fuck was he doing? What would Matt think was going on? Didn't Gavin care? Clearly not. "I haven't done it deliberately ..."

"Okay, okay, I'll phone the restaurant." Matt's tone was still pissed off. "I'm disappointed, that's all."

"I'll make it up to you, babe, I promise." Gavin's broad right hand slid upwards to cup her breast. Her wine glass clattered onto the desk, almost falling over, and she swallowed down a moan. His mouth progressed wetly, rhythmically to her earlobe, as his fingers explored the globed fullness of her bosom. "I promise ..." She bit her lip to try and stifle a cry, as he pinched her nipple hard under layers of fabric.

"Alicia, you okay? You crying?"

Gavin was using both hands now, manipulating the pliable flesh of her tits through her dress, while his tongue snaked into her ear and his dick asserted itself arrogantly against her rear. She was trapped in his determined grip, not even able to reach the phone. "No, no - It's just ..." She was clearly panting by now from the tightness in her chest and stomach. "I've been thinking about you all day, Matt." The moan in her voice was born of desperation as much as desire.

"You have?" Matt's libido had instantly got the better of any still-lurking resentment.

"All day--I've been so hot for you." Gavin's right hand peeled away the thin gauze of her bra cup and scooped up her heavy breast, his thumb and index finger pinching at her hardened nipple. "Oh god--so fucking hot..."

"Really?" Matt was all husky-voiced fascination now; she could hear the soft thud as he dropped into one of his living-room chairs. "What have you been thinking about?"

"About ..." Alicia did not want Gavin to know of any intimacies she had shared with Matt, but the circumstance allowed no choice. "About the other night, when you started touching me in my sleep and ... and ..."

"And by the time you were fully awake I was already inside you?" Matt's voice had further deepened and was full of breathy arousal.

"Yes, I couldn't get it out of my mind." She only just prevented a squeal escaping her lips; while one of Gavin's hands remained to enjoy her breast, the other plunged downwards over her fluttering stomach, so his fingers could pluck the hem of her micro-dress upwards and delve beneath the sodden material of her panties. His middle finger searched past her pubic mound to her liquefied slit, sending a rush of pleasure rippling through her belly. "I was sitting there at my desk and I wanted you inside me again ... Oh god!" Her boss's finger located her clitoris' swollen bud and began to rotate on it.

"Are you touching yourself now?" There was amazement in Matt's voice at how turned-on his girlfriend seemed to be.

"Yes--Yes I am," Alicia moaned, as Gavin's finger continued to skate on her silky wet peg. "I've been doing it all day beneath my desk--I couldn't help myself ... Oh fuck!" His hand slithered its way right between her legs, so he could burrow two fingers through the near-dripping folds of her cunt-flesh. "Fuck, oh fuck ... I'm so horny for you," she moaned into the phone's speaker, her sex pulsing under her boss's touch.

"Talk him off." Gavin was up close, whispering the command into her ear. "Go on, make him come." Her eyes had been half-closed in an embarrassment of ecstasy, but they opened wide at those words. "You heard me. Go on, do it."

She struggled to focus on a situation barely within her control. Matt was muttering semi-coherently about how hot she was making him feel. "What about you?" she said finally. "Are you hard yet?"

"Yes." It was the voice of someone who could not believe his luck. "Oh god yes."

"Take it out. Take your cock out of your trousers." Alicia could scarcely comprehend what was happening. She was simultaneously excited and appalled by her situation. "Hurry up, I want to know you're stroking yourself." She could hear him ripping at his belt and hastily unzipping the flies of his trousers. Gavin's fingers were meanwhile tunnelling into the narrow, soaking cavern of her pussy. Her juice, she was sure, would be trickling all the way down to his wrist. "Get it in your hand. Go on, sweetheart, wank your cock for me."

A hoarse breathing arose from the speaker, as of a man pleasuring himself. "So how're you going to do it?" Matt asked her throatily. As the sliding motion of Gavin's fingers further juiced up her cunt, she guessed at her boyfriend's meaning. "How're you going to make it up to me? You going to be my dirty girl tonight?"

Alicia fought for a response through the pre-orgasmic tension that was tightening her belly. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm going to be your dirty girl. I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Don't be coy, tell him what he wants to hear," Gavin muttered in her ear, as his fingers sped up their motion inside her.

Terrified that Matt might overhear, she obliged. "I'm going to ... going to be whatever you want me to be. Whatever kind of slut. You like the sound of that? You want your girl to be a nasty slut?" Matt produced an affirmative groan. "You want me on my knees? That what you want? You want my lips wrapped round your shaft and my hot tongue stroking you? You want me sucking hard on your big fat dick?"

"Oh fuck yes ..." The awe in Matt's voice was accompanied by the unmistakable friction of hand on hard cock.

"And what are you going to do, darling?" Alicia screwed her eyes shut in mortified pleasure, as Gavin drew his fingers from her pussy to spread a sheen of moisture over her pulsing clitoris. "You going to grab my head, force me down hard on your cock? You going to make me take it in my throat? 'Cos that's what I want--I want you to really fuck my face!" Gavin plunged three digits into the soft pudding of her snatch and held her there firmly, his palm flat against her lower stomach, fingers hooking the hardness of her pubic bone. With his other hand, he tore her left breast free of its gauzy confine and began to paddle it repeatedly with short brisk slaps. Over the phone, Matt was breathing quickly and heavily, the rhythmic beating of his palm on his thick column approaching frantic.

Alicia was suspended between guilty fear and sweating arousal. The degree of her treachery appalled her. She despised Gavin for bringing her to this, yet she had never felt so excited in her life--by the image of her boyfriend's masturbatory frenzy, the brutality promised by Gavin's cock and the terror of being caught out. She had to get her boyfriend off and end both the call and this dreadful, exquisite tension. "You want that, Matt?" she persisted. "You want to empty your balls down my tight throat?"

"Oh god--I don't want to come, I want to save it for later on ..." She could hear him slowing down his pumping rhythm and panicked.

"No, sweetheart, don't stop! Let me hear you come. There'll be plenty left for later. Come on, think about how you're going to fuck me tonight ..." Her words had the desired effect, Matt setting about himself with renewed enthusiasm. All the while Gavin massaged her swimming cunt, his other hand releasing its hold on her breast and digging down somewhere behind her back. She felt him tearing at the front of his trousers and her fear and excitement spiked together. He was about to release that great straining organ.

She tried, in spite of all distraction, to concentrate on talking Matt over the edge. "I want you to fuck me hard, to bend me any way you like and then stick it inside me. Will you do that? Will you make me take it?"

Gavin was dragging his trousers and underwear away from himself, still playing freely with her pussy. What--was her boss intending to do her while she was still on the phone?

"God, I'll make you fucking take it," Matt was grunting, his voice constricted by sheer force of desire. "You're going to feel my fucking cock tonight ..."

"That's what I want, baby, that's what I want." Oh shit, oh shit, she was going to come, she was going to come so hard ... But she mustn't, not yet. She could not let go that final shred of control. Hold back, hold back ... Oh Christ, this was fucking overwhelming ...

It was Gavin who saved her, withdrawing his fingers from her when she was teetering on the orgasmic verge. She managed to rein herself in, just before he grabbed her right hand and slapped it to his exposed manhood. She almost screamed aloud in astonishment. In all her life she had never felt anything like this--its awe-inspiring length, its girth, its implacable hardness. A huge edifice of rigid fuck-meat that towered up his stomach beyond his navel, an edifice that was soon, she knew, to give her the cunt-stretching of her life. "Oh god, your cock ... Your cock ..."

"It's all for you, babe, all for you," Matt grated. "You going to give me your special love tonight?"