Why I Love My Job Ch. 05

I walked out. She was still out, but she was muttering in her sleep, flinching and giving little half-sobs. Bad dream, or maybe a good one by her lights, who knows. I grabbed the chip and brought it back to the bathroom.

A couple of sharp blows with the hotel iron broke it into pieces. I was about to flush them when she grabbed my hand. "No. There's probably still recoverable data on those pieces. You can't dispose of them here. Hotels are Company owned, right? Don't throw it out anywhere here. We have to take them home, and use a blowtorch, unless you happen to have the right acid."

"I don't even have a blowtorch. But I know someone who does. And you know all this from hanging out with soldiers?"

"For ten years. And wars aren't all about guns. They had a shitload – sorry, sir, a lot of training in tracking and surveillance. Also in interrogation and assassination and I won't even talk about that stuff because I get the cold sweats just thinking about what my good sweet soldier friends could be capable of when they needed to be. I maybe never told you that when I was sixteen I was followed by someone from another village. It was beyond creepy, he was being threatening. I ran for help, he chased me, but he vanished when I got to the camp. I told Mikael, and he had Josef stand guard over me. The next day they brought me a finger and promised me no one would ever find the rest of him, except for his liver, which they sent back to his original village for burial."

"Um... what did you do with the finger?"

"I buried it in the local dump. So rats would eat it. They insisted that I had to bury it myself."

"So they gave you the finger. Heh. It sounds like a day at the office, in some ways." I wrapped up the bits of shattered chip in a piece of toilet paper, and put them in a drawer for the moment.

She raised an eyebrow. "A day at the office. Assassination?"

"Don't kid yourself, people have vanished for doing the bad things to Company. The river is deep at points and the Police sometimes have reasons not to investigate some disappearances."

"Scott, you don't think-"

"Relax. Fucking someone's slutty girlfriend might be bad, but they only disappear you if you mess with someone's career, or the Company finances. I may have been stupid and it might cost me something, but not that. And 'Scott' is it?" I ran a fingertip over her face, and then over a breast. "So it's not Sir anymore? Was that getting too impersonal?"

"Stop that, sir. I'm very, very angry about this evening."

"Let's see how angry." I tilted her head back, and stepped closer. She lowered her head again. "Don't. And not because I'm mad, it's just not the right time. You have other things to think-"

I tilted her face back up, and kissed her.

After a long, slow pause, she kissed me back, with eagerness and emotion that surprised me. Then she was rubbing against me and wrapping her arms around my neck. The kiss became suddenly passionate on both sides.

"He never kisses me like that."

We both jumped.

Cheryl was leaning against the door, naked except for her shoes. "He's older, and... loveless. He can't give me what you give her. But don't let me interrupt."

I would have said something but Julianne was on tiptoes and kissed me again, slowly and affectionately and wantonly. I had to admit I liked Julianne's response to jealousy, and her competitive streak when it came to other women. I sank into it, kissing back. Behind me I heard Cheryl sit up on the counter, and, unmistakably, start to masturbate. Julianne's kiss only became more intense, more insistent. "Ignore the skank", her kiss said, silently. "I'll give you everything you could ever want."

"Can you fuck her again, Mr. Gladgrind, sir?" Cheryl whispered. "Not because I want you to. Because she needs you to. She wants to please you, very much, you know. I don't think it's just the money, either. Take her, sir. Every time you do she becomes more yours, and she knows it. It scares her because she knows about Suzie, and she tries to fight her feelings for you, but it's so hard, isn't it, Julianne... Fuck her, sir. For her sake. I understand what she feels and I'm so very, very jealous. Take her like an animal, but kiss her gently afterwards. It's not the fucking, it's the kiss afterwards. She'll do anything for that kiss, that sincere, affectionate, completely intoxicating kiss..."

Julianne broke the kiss long enough to glare at Cheryl. "You're talking about yourself," she snapped.

Cheryl just masturbated faster. "I know dear. Myself and every other woman. How are you doing it, sweetheart? How are you capturing the insatiable Mr. Gladgrind. He doesn't even know it's happening."

She moaned, and then reached out with a toe, running it over my ass. "Take her, sir. You'll be hard enough, we can guarantee that. Take everything she gives and just a little more, but watch her mouth as you enjoy her. Watch how it begs for the kiss at the end. She can make her face expressionless, but she can't hide that aching need."

Julianne got back to kissing me, insistently and hungrily. Then she reached down and took my cock in her hand, leaned back against the counter, and slowly rubbed it against her slit. My cock ached, but it also hardened. Cheryl moaned, her foot stroking me faster.

Suddenly I had Julianne's wrists up against the mirror, and I pushed in, over and over, kissing her roughly. She wrapped her legs around me, and slid her hand around my cock, making it as much a hand job as fucking, but apparently she'd figured out something about my cock and it worked. She kissed my mouth and worked my cock, and Cheryl's moans and Julianne's frantic gasps, and the stroking of legs, and the way Julianne arched to present her breasts to me, and Cheryl and her reflection masturbating, fucking herself with her fingers and running a hairbrush's bristles over her sexy nipples...

It wasn't much of an orgasm, but I came in Julianne, and then looked down into her face, panting. She looked up, suddenly frightened, and then closed her eyes. Cheryl had been right; her face became expressionless but her lips parted and they didn't know how to lie. I kissed her, gently.

Julianne whimpered, clinging to me, fighting it; and then kissed back with trembling lips, over and over. Cheryl came.

+++

We all showered off, briefly. I was well and truly fucked out and not even seeing two girls soaping in the shower got a rise out of me. It wasn't a typical fake lesbian porno scene anyway; they didn't look at each other or touch each other, and they were only in there together because I insisted and found it amusing. It had the advantage that they finished quickly; I needed Cheryl out of here.

"Listen up, Cheryl. It looks like someone knows you came here this evening."

"My locator is off, and my boyfriend is out of town."

"Julieanne thinks your phone reports which building it's in, based on local wifi networks. Was your phone on when you walked in?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to assume the worst. Whatever the worst is."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You aren't getting the video of Miss Julianne. But I feel like you should be given something."

"You do have to pay a whore," she said. Not bitterly; she just said it.

"What's your story when you're asked about this?"

"Don't be a fool," she said. "I have to save my skin. You blackmailed me here."

"Don't try it," I said. "I have access to some information about you. I'd have to pay to get it, but you're making it worth my while."

"You're bluffing," she said. She toweled off.

"Late last August. Upstate."

Her eyes narrowed. "Very well. You and your pretty, pretty girlfriend invited me here. He knows I have a weakness for pretty girls. You made her serve me, in exchange for... hm... I'm not going to admit to what I gave you."

"Access to William's business case projections for project Thinloaf."

"Alright. You'll have them tomorrow. They aren't going to make it past the next gate review anyway, but it makes sense you'd want to know that in advance. So it's plausible."

"I also want to know who the boyfriend is."

"Priv-"

"Just tell me, Cheryl. Or I'll spank it out of you. With that hairbrush."

"Fine. Samuel. You've heard of him. Vice President of the Financials for the Americas."

"Well, shit. We are in major trouble, aren't we. But isn't he much too old for you? He's like... sixty."

"Sixty one. He has three pets and we all do what he wants. He can be quite cruel, in that dispassionate upper management way. But I'm financially secure if I stick it out through his retirement."

"What's he going to do about this?"

She pulled her clothing on. Her outfit had the advantage of being quick to take on and off. "I don't know. He's not nice but, let's face it, the only reason he restricts me is so I can hate being restricted, it's not like he takes that much real personal interest."

"Fine. You're quite a whore, Cheryl, but you look good naked and I'd call this a successful evening. Get dressed and get out of here. Make sure you get seen leaving, on the lobby camera."

She nodded, swayed over on her heels, kissed my shoulder, and left.

"If she'd have kissed your face," Julianne said, "I'd have clawed her bloody. What a skank."

I was already climbing into bed. My dick ached. "Get over here."

She curled in against me, and I started to drift.

"About that kiss," she said. "I think we-"

"Miss Julianne."

"Um. Yes?"

"You're very bright and stuff, but sometimes you're also very eighteen. There is a time to talk, and this is not it. Turn that light off, curl in, tangle your pretty legs in mine, and go the fuck to sleep."

"I-"

"Ever been spanked by a hairbrush?"

She kissed my cheek. "Goodnight, sir."