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The Neighbor's Boy Ch. 09


Welcome to Chapter 9. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. Laura's story continues. Now Barry is back...

Again, I would appreciate your reviews/comments/suggestions.


Waking up on Sunday was hard to do. Saturday had been a very full and exciting day, and today I was going to have to work with Barry again. Even working on Sunday shouldn't fill you with so much dread.

After some fruit and yogurt, I went out for a run and then yoga in hopes that it would relieve some of my anxiety for working today, but no such luck.

Deciding what to wear was usually a challenge, but being the weekend, and working with Barry it would be tough. I decided on a pair of slacks and a blouse with flats, with white granny panties and a white bra underneath. Hopefully, it would be professional enough, but not sexy enough to cause any issues.

On walking into the office fifteen minutes early, I was relieved that Barry wasn't in yet. I made my way to my desk, went through email, while drinking coffee. The quiet didn't last long...

"Good! You're here!" Barry said with a smile. He was dressed like he had just come from his country club, polo shirt and slacks. "We have a lot of work to do! Remember, that proposal that we worked on a little while ago? The one for Acme Paper? Ben Carlsson called me on Friday and let me know that we have the work as soon as he get a statement of work! We can close this by month end and more than double our number for the quarter! Isn't that fantastic?"

"That's great!" I started thinking of the size of the bonus check. "It will probably buy me a couple pairs of Christian Laboutins!" Suddenly working on a Sunday wasn't as bad.

"Convert the proposal into a statement of work, then come to my office so we can go over it."

"Right away Barry!"

"This wasn't going to be quick, but wouldn't be too tough. I really could have done this from home. Oh well, I'm here. Might as well get started." I thought to myself, as I found the folder with the final copy of the proposal, and started going through it.

After a few hours, I was done. If my numbers added up, then this would be a six million dollar project over several years. If I get credit for doing all of this work, then this should be enough to get promoted to partner!

I had to calm myself down. Barry has to give me credit. If he takes all the credit, and makes it just look like I "contributed", then its more of the same...

I printed off a few copies, then emailed the soft copy over to Barry, then headed over to his office. The door was closed, so I knocked.

"Just a minute", he replied, then made me wait a while before opening the door. "Thank you for sending over the document. At first glance, it looks really good. But, lets go through it to make sure its ready for the client."

I handed him a copy, then sat down on the other side of the desk, then we started going through it, almost at a painful level of detail. If not line-by-line then at least every paragraph had discussion.

After a few hours, "Barry, I need a bio break. Can we take ten minutes?"

"Sure, Its getting late. I'll think about getting us something for dinner. We do have to finish this tonight."

"Ok" was all I could respond without groaning. This wasn't the way I wanted to spend my Sunday. I wondered how Matt was doing with his family. Probably having a good time. I did my thing in the ladies room, then headed back to Barry's office.

He was pulled up close to his desk looking closely at his computer. "I was thinking about chinese. That Palace place that delivers is pretty good."

"Sounds good to me. I'm starving." And I was so hungry I would have eaten pretty much anything.

"Before I order, there is one thing that I need you to do for me."

"Sure Barry. What is it?"

He pushed himself away from his desk to show me that he had his pants down, and his penis out. Even though, it was flaccid, it was size-able.

"You can relieve some stress for me."

"Barry, No. I can't."

"Laura, winning this contract will do wonders for your career here. I can make sure that you get appropriate credit. Please do this for me." He asked as casually, as if he wanted me to get his dry cleaning.

My mind was spinning. This was disgusting. I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. I just stood there, flabbergasted. I don't know how long it was.

"And if you don't do it, then you won't have much of a career here." His tone became very threatening.

I started to cry when I realized that Barry meant it. If I didn't give him a blow job, he was going to have me fired. Was this really happening? I couldn't believe it.

"I know the partners in all of our competitors, you'll have a hard time finding another job." Barry continued. I know that Barry plays golf and poker regularly with the partners at other firms in the area. How much pull he had with them, I don't know.

"Pull yourself together! You'll probably enjoy it." Barry continued. I realized that I really didn't have an option. With only the two of us in the office, it would be my word against his.

My mind next turned to how I could get evidence that Barry was blackmailing me. My phone was back at my desk, so that wasn't an option. No luck. I wasn't McGyver.

I realized that I was going to have to do this, and figure out how to resolve it later.

"Ok, Barry, let's do this. This is going to be the first and last time." I responded, pulling myself together.

"Don't be so excited." Barry said sarcastically. He now was visibly excited. His penis started to firm up.

"Good, it wasn't too big. Maybe six inches, and circumsized. The head was big and purple from the strain." I found myself thinking as I got down on my knees in front of Barry.

I took his penis in my hand and started rubbing it.

"Ooh baby, that feels wonderful! But not like that. I want a blowjob."

"Just getting myself ready." I looked up and saw Barry looking down on me. At that moment, I hated him so much.

I licked the head of his cock, and tasted his precum. Luckily, it wasn't gross. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, so took my tongue down from the head, down he shaft, and started licking and kissing, applying pressure to the vein at the bottom of his penis. This really got him going.

"Oh baby, you're so good at this. I always knew that you would be."

My mouth went back to the head, with my tongue swirling all around, pausing at the tip, splitting open the tip, and again tasting his precum. "Yuck" I thought again.

To avoid the taste, I took the shaft down my throat. After having so much sex with Matt lately, Barry's cock was easy to take.

I was really fucking Barry with my mouth and throat. I was really going crazy on him, like I had never done before. I just wanted this to be over.

The whole time Barry had been saying nasty dirt things to me, calling me his bitch and a whore. When he stopped and his body started to stiffen, I knew he was close. I tried to pull away. I wanted him to shoot his load on his belly or pants, but then I felt his hands on the back of my head holding it there. He started to shoot. I could feel the spurt hit the back of my throat. I had to swallow, or I was going to choke.

He just kept cumming. His grip on my head relaxed, but I kept my head there, and did my best to swallow, so that I wouldn't have to taste him.

I couldn't believe someone his age could cum so much. Even Matt didn't cum as much as Barry did. I started wondering if he was saving this for me. To humiliate me.

Unfortunately, as he started to soften, I couldn't keep swallowing, and found myself with a mouthful of Barry's cum.

"You like it, don' you bitch. You like the taste of my cum. You like eating it. Are you still hungry? I can make more. You'd like that, wouldn't you."

I suddenly thought of the scissors Barry kept in his desk drawer. I pictured grabbing them, and cutting his cock off, but just couldn't do it.

"I have to go.", I blurted and got up and ran out of his office, straight to the ladies room.

"Thank you Laura! Don't worry about the..." Barry yelled after me.

In the ladies room, I just started to cry. I couldn't believe what I had done. I made myself throw up. This disgusting white/yellow stuff came out, and tasted disgusting. I just sat on the floor next to the toilet for a while.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, but finally got up. I did my best to clean myself up in the mirror before going to the door. I peaked out and saw that everything was dark. No lights coming from Barry's office, so I made my way to my desk and got my purse and keys.

I cried the whole drive home. Looking back, I'm surprised that I could even see where I was going, I had cried so much.

At home, I opened a bottle of wine, and just sat on the couch in the dark thinking about what I had done. I was so ashamed. I wanted to call Matt, his voice would make me feel better, but I was too ashamed.

I woke up with everything still being dark, with nasty headache, and having to go to the bathroom. While doing my thing, a wave of nausea washed over me, and I threw up. Mostly getting it in the toilet. I saw that it was still a mix of wine and white goo. I found myself ashamed again.

I got some water, and made my up to bed.

Next, I woke up and it was light out, but I felt awful. I just wanted to lay in bed. My phone buzzed a few times, I saw that I had fifteen texts from Matt and a call from the office. OMG, it was already 10 AM.

I dragged myself over to my laptop, sent an email to the office that I would be out today, and set my out of office. Normally, I would call Barry to let him now, but I didn't want to talk to that bastard again, ever...

I managed to call his secretary Taya, and let her know that I was going to be out today.

I went back to bed, and started reading through Matt's texts.

"Hey Babe, How r u?

"I haven't heard from you. What's wrong?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Seriously, I'm worried."

These went on and on. I couldn't face Matt after what I had done, shut my phone off, and fell asleep again.

"Laura, wake up! Wake up! Are you alright?" and felt shaking.

I woke up bleary-eyed, to see Matt leaning over me.

"It looks like you had a quite a party last night. A bottle of wine, and whiskey? I'm not sure how much was in the whiskey bottle, but it's pretty empty now. You look terrible."

"Matt? How did you get in here?"

"The spare key that you hid in the fake rock in the back garden. You got it from there after one of our runs."


"What happened yesterday? I know you were going to work. But then I didn't hear anything from you, so when I saw it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and your car was still here, I came in to look."

"I did go to work. Was there late. It was awful." As the previous day's events started going through my mind.

"What was awful? Work? Was it that bad?"

My shame escaped me, and I started telling Matt what had happened, every frightening detail.

He listened closely, when I was done. "That bastard! I can't believe he made you do that! I'm going to kill him!" His face turned red with anger.

"Matt calm down. We'll figure something out. Lay here with me. I'm tired."

Matt took off his t-shirt and jeans, then kissed me, and lay down next me. I dozed off, while he held me closely spooning me.

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