Conspiracies Ch. 09

Sorry this chapter took so long to come out, but I wanted it to be longer than most of my chapters. Thanks for the encouraging comments that lit a fire under my butt!

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"Ugh, fuck," AJ groaned, face down and snuggled in the comforter. Oliver was halfway off the bed on the other side, also groaning in defeat from a massive hangover. Last night's combination of acid and alcohol was takings its toll.

They had fallen asleep just as the sun was coming up. Oliver sat up on the bed, rubbing his temples and looking at the clock on the nightstand. "Goddamnit," he said, stumbling off the bed to find his pants. "We have to go."

AJ tried untwisting herself from the sheets and ended up rolling off of the bed, landing on the carpet with a thud. As she blinked, regaining her vision, the events of the previous night came back to her.

Usually when that happened it was memories of the horrible events of the previous night. But even though she was now sober, she had to admit, that was one of the best trips of her life. In their inebriated state Oliver had been the perfect partner in crime.

She rubbed her eyes, yawning and trying to shake herself awake. It was too early to think about this. Coffee first, then she could drive herself mad after. She clumsily stood up, leaning against the bed. They hadn't brought any belongings, everything was still Oliver's car. Before she could start to wonder about the formally dressed cab driver in the car that certainly did not look like a cab, she quickly found her clothes and got dressed.

Both were not able to revive themselves until they were in the lobby, drinking the hotel's watered-down coffee. "We're going straight home, no stops," Oliver said, slowly becoming fully awake.

AJ looked up at him with heavy eyes, clutching her cheap paper coffee cup. "Can you drive that long?"

Oliver snorted. "Of course I can. But that doesn't mean I like to. Plus it's Christmas eve, so the roads will be clear, hopefully."

That seemed absolutely impossible to AJ. Not that she had spent that much time driving since the city was full of public transportation, but the idea of having to stay awake and stare at a road for sixteen hours sounded like torture.

To AJ's surprise Oliver's car was parked neatly on the side of the hotel. She was curious how it got all the way here, but asking questions never got her anywhere. She just had to keep her ears and eyes open.

Once they were seated in the car, they both slouched in the seats, just starting to overcome their hangovers. "Alright, let's do this," Oliver said with a sigh, and they drove off into the desert.

AJ silently watched the town of Roswell disappear behind them. Of all of the things she could have done on Christmas, this wasn't the worst. In fact, she had a great time in Roswell. Much better than tripping alone with Henry at home.

But now the spell of their adventure was coming to an end, and she didn't know how things were going to continue. For a night he had been a friend instead of a demon. She couldn't tell if this was going to make things much better or far worse.

She didn't know he had the capability to be nice like that. There was no way she could have expected it. Having an adventure with him almost made her want to like him. That's what truly disturbed her.

She huffed and closed her eyes, remembering past their one fun evening. Her mission was to get away from him, not get wrapped up in things like this. If she knew anything, it was that he was a trickster. She had let her shields down and now she had to get them back online.

Two hours into their quiet drive, Oliver nearly punched the radio, giving up finding anything bearable to listen to. "Take out Shadow Puppets," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

AJ turned and shuffled through the bag of books in the backseat. When she pulled out the right book, she looked at him for direction.

"Read it," he said. AJ nervously opened the book and started skimming the first page. "No you idiot, read it out loud."

AJ blushed, embarrassed, but no one ever asked her to read a book out loud. How was she supposed to know that? But she did as he asked, starting from the beginning. She tried thinking about all of the books on tape she had ever checked out from the library. How the person reading it out loud spoke for different characters, putting emphasis on the right things. She felt incredibly silly, but it was better than listening to the radio.

They stopped for coffee a few times, but other than that the drive consisted of Oliver's quiet smoking and AJ's reading. She even read through the night, using a new keychain flashlight they acquired at a gas station, until she passed out.

The sun woke her up the next day and they were still in the car. Oliver looked surprisingly fine for having driven all day yesterday and through the night. Oliver made her read the rest of the book between a few stops until they finally made it back to the city.

Oliver took her straight to her apartment, pulling up to the front of the building. He got out to open the trunk, pulling out her stuffed backpack and jackalope. She had completely forgotten she had bought the furry creature.

Once she had her belongings Oliver patted her head and got back in his car, leaving her by the entrance. She trudged up the stairs to the third floor, body entirely wrecked from their journey. When she made it to her apartment, she didn't bother making it to her bedroom. She passed out face down on her couch, hugging a blanket that sat on the armrest.

In his own apartment, Oliver managed to make it to his bed, but ended up the same. Face down on the mattress, not bothering to even take his shoes off.

The next day AJ was glad to wake up on time for work. It felt as if their trip had been fake, a dream. Now she was back on her home planet.

At work she felt completely refreshed. She had been asleep for almost fourteen hours. There wasn't a ton of work to do, but there was enough to keep her busy all morning. It was mostly mindless work and making trips back and forth from the printer across the floor, which gave her time to regroup.

Really, she hadn't made much progress. She didn't learn much more about him. Only his apparent liking for the Rolling Stones and his tolerance for drugs. He said he had a run-in with a bear, but she didn't believe that. She did learn that he had the capability of being nice, and he had more experience outside of the city than she believed. She still had no idea what he was doing for work when he was gone but having a rifle on him was giving her some wild ideas.

She tapped her pencil against her desk, doing her tedious work while trying to think of any way she could use those tidbits of information to her advantage. She was interrupted by Kevin sitting down in his chair, setting his briefcase on the desk next to him.

"Hey AJ, how was your Christmas?"

AJ nodded and replied, "Not that bad." She was becoming accustomed to his company and was quickly feeling comfortable with him more than anyone else at work.

While turning to open his briefcase he asked, "So what did you do? Family, friends?"

AJ paused. Lying seemed the most obvious thing to do. "Spent it alone."

"Oh, well lucky you. My family just gets trashed every year, it's always a shit-show. Well, at least you don't look sick anymore."

AJ's ears burned when she remembered her last day at work. She sighed and leaned back in her swivel chair, scanning the busy room. "Need anything copied?" she asked, too bored to stay still.

"Nope, all good," he replied, scribbling on a small-printed form. AJ got up and collected anything she could reason needed to be copied, walking to the copy room across the floor.

She leaned on the machine, spacing out and looking at nothing while the copies piled up in the printer.

Just as she heard the last paper being printed a man bumped into her. She snapped out of it and apologized, reaching for the thick stack of papers. "Well hey there," the man said, not budging. She couldn't tell if he was just being polite or friendly. Whatever it was, he was in her way.

"You're Sauer's secretary, right?" he asked. She looked back and noticed he looked familiar. She couldn't place it, but she had seen his face somewhere. He wasn't that tall and looked deceivingly young. "Can you do me a favor?"

Since he didn't move out of her way, she leaned back and replied, "Well, yes, I mean I am his secretary."

The man pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and held them out to her. "I need you to go get something in my car. I know Sauer wouldn't mind. Actually he might be mad if you say no."

AJ could smell a lie from a mile away but wasn't sure what to do. Any threat involving Sauer was one she would take seriously. But going to the garage to an unknown person's car, that sounded like an obvious trap.

Kevin seemed to come out of nowhere from behind the man, snatching the car keys from his hand. "I can do that. AJ has work to do."

The man looked back at Kevin, a look of annoyance spread on his face. AJ took the opening Kevin gave her and slid past them.

Once she was back at her desk, she tried to figure out what had happened in that short encounter. Where did she recognize him? She avoided eye contact at work at all costs, and now cursed herself for it. She should've paid more attention.

But no one had asked for her to do them favors before, professionally or otherwise. If she didn't recognize him from work, it could be from the cult-like events Oliver had dragged her into. She did notice people from the CIA being present at those vile parties, but Oliver was there for everything. No one else had tried cornering her on their own before. This could be bad on a whole new level if she didn't be more careful. Suddenly Oliver was not her greatest fear anymore.

A little bit after lunch she got her first call from Oliver. "I need help, get over here," he said. She could tell through the phone he sounded frustrated.

She took her time getting to the empty fourth floor, enjoying the silence as she walked past the abandoned cubicles. When she got to Oliver's office door she hesitated. She wasn't terrified as usual, halting her everlasting pity parties. Instead she gathered her courage, readying herself for anything he might throw at her.

When she walked in, Oliver's forehead was resting on a pile of paperwork, everything he couldn't possibly push back anymore. He let all of the boring stuff collect until finally he had no choice but to finish it in one day.

He lifted his head when he heard the door creak open, sitting back in his chair to look less defeated. "There you are," he said with a grin. "Managed to recover?"

AJ nodded her head. Oliver stood from his leather chair and made his way around his desk, pulling the chair facing it in the corner of the room. He patted the seat, gesturing her to sit. She nervously obeyed, sitting in the corner in front of him.

He reached for the top button of her blouse, carefully undoing each one. "Did you have fun on our little adventure?"

AJ's teeth bit down on her bottom lip. She did not want to answer that, she was still confused herself. As Oliver parted her shirt, revealing her perfectly symmetrical breasts and small waist, he said, "Now we're back to the real world. And I have so many fun things for us to do."

He walked back to his desk, sitting in his chair and sighing as he started back on his work. He would look up at her when he got too frustrated, watching her blush and tremble on the chair, shirt open. She thought she was holding herself together pretty well, considered she was exposed in an unlocked office.

This wasn't so bad. There were a lot worse things that could happen. She managed to reason herself into calming down, easing her shaking. As far as things were going this was pretty mild. Maybe after their trip he would be nicer to her.

She was lost in her thoughts until Oliver shuffled through one of his desk drawers and grabbed something in his hand, approaching her. AJ went through all of the possibilities of what would happen next but did not expect him to pull out the familiar U-shaped toy, showing it to her with a grin.

AJ's body tensed at the sight of it. Oliver put it between her legs, pressing it deep and tight on the most sensitive part of her pussy.

She gasped as she felt it slide in her, and then panic when his hand retreated, leaving it in place. "Wait," she whined, gripping the seat of her chair and looking towards the unlocked door. This was bad and having someone walk in would make it even worse.

Oliver pointed his finger at her sternly and said, "No." He put his hands on her thighs and parted her legs wide. "Stay like that, don't move unless I tell you." When he let go her legs instinctively pulled together. He kicked them apart and repeated in a more aggressive tone, "Stay."

He walked back to his desk, sitting down and picking up his pencil, tapping it loudly before finishing filling out another very overdue form. AJ looked around, dumbstruck. She was painfully aware of how exposed she was, her blouse left hanging open and her legs open wide facing him. Her body tried to adjust to the toy squeezed inside of her.

Oliver reached in his desk, pulling out the remote to the toy snugly fit inside of her. She groaned the moment she saw it, feeling stupid for thinking this could be so easy. The moment he pressed the little button on the remote a vibrating so strong emitted from the toy she choked on her own breath.

She was not prepared for this. She hadn't taken a situation like this into account. This was pretty creative and risky to do at work. She had thought the options would be more limited.

The vibrating didn't last long, Oliver turned it off quickly, as if giving her a warning. He got back to his work for another minute, leaving her stewing, trying to vanquish the lust that the toy had forced on her in only but a few seconds.

When Oliver finished another form, he looked back at her, resting his head in his palm lazily. He casually pressed the button again, watching her squirm on her chair as the powerful sensations sent a shock wave across her body.

Her fingers curled around the seat of the chair, legs starting to shake uncontrollably. She tried to keep herself from twisting out of the chair, but she was completely overwhelmed.

"Keep your legs open," Oliver demanded, intently watching her. AJ could barely hear him, but she did her best, fighting with her body to obey his command. She nearly slipped off the chair when an orgasm strong enough to take her out of consciousness overtook her.

Her eyes squeezed shut, teeth gnawing down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. He never turned the toy off, extending her rush until she couldn't go on any longer. When she slid off the chair, he turned it off, but only for enough time for her to catch her breath.

When she managed to pull herself back on the seat, chest heaving from the sudden excruciating sensations, Oliver turned the toy back on. AJ whimpered as her legs began convulsing again, the vibration so powerful she could feel it in her spine. The intense sensitivity had only worsened after her orgasm, and now there was no way of holding back.

There was no time to debate whether she was liking it or not. It was like going down a rollercoaster, she had no control of anything. All she could do was endure.

Oliver leaned over his desk, crossing his arms and watching with a devilish smirk. "I love when your legs shake like that."

AJ nearly screamed, giving him the angriest, scariest look she could. But she did not look like the ferocious tiger she felt in her mind. Oliver did not see the anger but could see the extent of her frustration. To him, she looked like a scared kitten.

Oliver started to scold her when her knees knocked together, legs squeezing and tangled. But when he saw her eyes start to cross and her mouth gape open with no sound coming out, he stopped. She was in the eye of a hurricane, frozen amidst the storm of unwanted pleasures.

Nothing could stop the overpowering orgasm from exploding within her. Not Oliver's words, not even her own thoughts. Even if someone walked in right now, the only thing she could do was twist her body on the chair, fingers spread and desperately grasping at the seat. Her back arched and feet pushing and slipping against the floor as if she was skating on ice. The only noise to be heard was the creaking of the chair and the scuffling of her feet.

Oliver watched in awe at her dramatic reaction. Every time he made her come, she had the same look. Her face would turn to defeat yet glowing with satisfaction. At this moment she looked like she was being eaten alive by her raw lust. Not terrified of him, but of the pure intensity of the excruciating sensations forced upon her. No matter how hard she fought it, there was nothing she could do but let it take her.

Oliver pressed the button to the remote, ceasing the vibrating after her body squeezed so tightly the toy popped out of her. The moment she was free from its clutches, her body went limp on the chair. Her legs fell open, arms drooping to her sides as she gasped for air.

"Come here," he said softly, gesturing her to come to him. He was patient as her body slowly recovered. He almost felt a slight pang of pity. Her reaction was a lot stronger than he expected. Sometimes he forgot she wasn't like the other girls he had been with. Sexual in every way, experienced and willing to take anything he wanted to give.

But AJ wasn't like that. She wasn't reaching out for her desires, she was running away from them. Perhaps that's a part of what was so alluring about her, he could satisfy her even though she wanted to fight it.

AJ rubbed her eyes and shook her head, gathering herself as much as she could. "Can I go now?" she asked pitifully.

"No, come here," he commanded again, motioning her over with his fingers. AJ sighed and stood, walking to him with trembling legs. Oliver turned his chair to face her and took the hem of her skirt, straightening it neatly. "You're so submissive now. Tell me, what did I do right?"

AJ's face burned as she started to wonder that herself. Oliver scooched his chair back and pointed below him. "Under the desk, now."

"But I really, I have stuff to do," she mumbled, trying to make a quick escape. He had already put her through enough in this one encounter at work. The juices that had flowed out of her were slick on her inner thighs and made her feel increasingly humiliated.

"Nope. Get down there. Make me come, then you can leave."

AJ flinched, excuses racing through her mind, but she knew this was the only way out. She knelt on the ground between him and the desk, waiting for guidance. Oliver pressed his shoe against her shoulder and pushed her completely underneath it.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his chair closer to her. "There, it's all yours," he said, leaning back. AJ's face scrunched into an angry look, but it couldn't be seen. She reached for his pants and unbuttoned them, pulling out his thickening cock in her hand.

Her stomach dropped as she felt it pulse and grow, impatiently waiting for attention. She tried to think about something pleasant, like she was just licking an ice cream cone, or a lollipop. Not her sadistic blackmailer's cock under a desk.

When his shoe nudged her side, she leaned in and let her tongue press flat against the length of his cock, licking up to the head slowly. Her tongue danced around, swirling and teasing every inch she could reach.

She carefully let the head push past her lips, sucking and massaging it. Oliver groaned as she started to take it in, letting each inch fill her mouth until it fit snugly in the back of her throat. "Good," he said, pleased at the amount of effort and care she was putting into this by herself. "Now swallow."