Pretty Nerd

by Maggie Twain

  Now, all I can think about is entering her, feeling her tight little cunt and the way it clamps around my cock as I push in and out. Obviously, last night we’d fucked again in bed, and then again this morning, but still I have the shakes from withdrawal and I can’t imagine that being a recovering drug addict would feel much different from how I’m feeling right now.

  I watch her on my screen, sitting there as she types, and give my cock a gentle stroke. The seat groans beneath my weight and then squeaks on its axis is I take a spin. When I return to center, I pick up the phone so I can call her in here for a swift one, just to take the edge off, but stop when I find Ben leaning against her desk.

  I slam down the receiver and storm out, banging my door, and then I’m striding through the office as a half dozen employees jump out of my way. I approach Ben from behind and clamp a large hand upon his shoulder.

  “What the…” he immediately glances down to the bruises and scrapes across my knuckles and twists around as his eyes bulge nearly out of their sockets, “sir?”

  I’m so angry that I’m unable to conceal it. “What do you think you’re doing talking to this girl?”

  He backs away, his eyes still popping out from his skull. He’s not a bad looking lad, in fact, he’s precisely the sort who must be kept away from Alice at all times. “Sir, I was just giving my order and…”

  “Your what?”

  “My order, sir.”

  I glance at Alice who remains seated prim and proper and there’s definitely a little sparkle in her eyes when she stares at me. There’s an opened notepad to her fore and I snatch it up before attempting to read the orders. It’s in fucking Russian. “Love,” my voice softens of its own accord and I notice Ben’s head snap back when he hears the contrast, “could you read this for me, please?”

  She takes the pad back and begins reading from the list. “Karl would like a filled-her coffee, Owen wants a twelve-inch cheesy meat feast, Kevin a salted nut roll and…”

  “Enough,” I cut her off and find myself shaking so badly that I’m liable to explode, so it’s probably a good idea I don’t hear anymore of this filth, however, there’s something else I just have to know. “What did Ben order?”

  He takes another step away so I already know this is going to be appalling.

  My innocent girl moves her finger down the list and stops at the end. “Ben says he likes his coffee the same as his women, roasted with multiple infusions of cream.”

  I cannot remember a time I’ve been shaking so badly, in fact, the only thing that’s preventing me from physically impairing these bastards is Alice’s proximity. Violence is not for her sweet innocent eyes. My voice comes out as a growl and I almost don’t recognize it as my own, “Karl, Owen, Kevin, Ben, I will see you all in my office right this minute.” Without turning around to check they’re following me, I’m storming away, casting off my suit jacket as I move.

  It takes nearly two minutes for the four of them to shift their asses and assemble in front of my desk. As a precaution, I’m positioned behind it so that at least there’s something between them and myself. I am, however, standing, because I’m far too angry to sit right now.

  Has Beans doesn’t even serve pizza, so this Owen character’s a real fucking joker who’ll never work in the finance sector again. In fact, after this, I’ll personally see to it that none of these clowns can even get a job serving coffee, certainly not at one of my establishments.

  “Sir,” as the most senior, it’s Ben who’s taking the mantle for his friends, “we were just having a little innocent fun.”

  “Fun!” I shout and bang my fist against the desk. “I’m not paying you to have fun and I’m certainly not paying you to sexually harass my female employees.”

  They all look absolutely terrified and Ben makes a placatory gesture with his hands. “So what if we made the occasional joke, there was no harm intended by it and besides, Alice is an attractive girl and we’re all hot-blooded males. I’m sorry, but what do you expect is going to happen when we have to spend all day facing her, those fucking tits? My parents met at work and I’m getting heat for being in my late twenties and still single. Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and I happen to think she’s pretty damned hot.”

  By this point, I’m so enraged that when I clench my fist and bend my arm, my fucking shirt sleeve rips. They all hear the tear and as one, they all step back with terrified expressions. That his words are painting horrifying images in my mind, forcing me to recollect seeing him talking to Alice hardly helps and now I’m moving out from behind my desk and stepping to within a couple feet of them. “You’re all fucking fired. All of you! Now get the fuck out of my building before I call the cops, or worse, tear you four new ones.”

  For a moment, they all stand still in disbelief, that’s until I start closing the small gap and then they’re scrambling for the door and rushing through it. I follow them to make sure they don’t steal any equipment on the way out or worse, talk to Alice. It makes for an awkward ride down in the elevator, but I can handle them, and then I tell security to revoke all their passes and that’s the end of that. I just hope the rest of the men I employ have learned from their mistakes.

  I waste no time heading straight for my woman at her desk. “Baby, are you alright?”

  She nods and squints, “of course,” if she’s wondering where those four bad men have gone then she says nothing about it.

  “Thank God,” I move around the back of her seat and tug it out before placing my arm around her back, “baby, let’s go to my office for a bit.” I’m still shaking with rage, though I reckon I know the one thing that might settle my nerves a bit.

  Nobody looks as we pass their cubicles. Good, people are slowly beginning to learn how things are around here. By the time we’re entering my office, I’m already rushing her through the door and tearing off what remains of my clothes.

  “Blake,” she squeals, “your shirt’s ripped.”

  “I know, baby, but there’s no need for you to worry about that,” I’m tugging my belt out from its loops as I taste saliva building in my mouth, she’s lacking urgency to an alarming extent but I somehow manage to lower my pants whilst simultaneously removing hers as I prod the girl across to my desk. I bend her over the polished walnut and quickly position my straining manhood before her sweet puckering pussy lips when I remember the fucking blinds.

  I dash across two sets of wall and fumble with each drawstring until we’re in near darkness and then I’m back at her cunt and slowly pushing inside just in time to prevent myself from exploding. I let out an audible groan when I bottom out and press against her cervix whilst the muscles of her passage squeeze my cock so tightly it hurts, but in the most incredible way imaginable.

  My laptop pings and then there’s Doug’s fucking face staring right back at me and it’s truly saying something about the state I’m in when even this fails to diminish the strength and fortitude of my manhood. I ignore it, even though it’s proving a distraction, and truth be told, I can’t guarantee that Alice is savvy enough to know to shut the fuck up whilst I deal with her father. The screen continues making noises and now all I can concentrate on is Doug’s spectacles and stupid side parting.

  I sigh profoundly and place a hand between Alice’s shoulders. “Don’t move.” I make sure the webcam’s positioned to show me only from the neck up and click to accept the call. “What?” I sound pissed because I am, but then I recall that I’m presently balls deep in the man’s, um, daughter, which means that for her sake, I have to humor this with at least a reasonable amount of good grace.

  “Good morning,” he’s already way too talkative, “or is it afternoon? Who knows, I’ve completely lost track.”

  “Six hours difference, Doug, I’m sure my best man can figure it out.”

  It’s 5 am where he is, yet already he’s suited and sitting on a recliner surrounded by palm trees. There’s the distinctive sound of rolling waves not too far away. He flaps a h
and. “Always the jackass, Blake, anyway…” great, he finally finds his balls now that he’s thousands of miles away, “I’m just checking in. Update you on progress and the like.” What progress could there possibly be, given he’s only just landed. Regardless, I couldn’t give less of a shit right now.

  Alice wiggles her ass to remind me of what we’re supposed to be doing. I repay her enthusiasm by giving her two stealthy pumps. “Well? Be quick about it, would you, it’s middle of the day here and I’ve got shit to do.”

  “The name of the CEO of NanoKinetics that you supplied, a Mister John Smith,” he frowns, “well it’s the darnedest thing because while there is a company here that goes by that name, not one person who works there has even heard of this man.” A gust of wind unsettles his hair and he brushes it back across his head.

  I shrug and give Alice a couple more thumps. “So? The CEO is the CEO, what does it matter what his name is?”

  “It’s just not like you to make such a mistake, that’s all.”

  Tap. Tap. Tap. “What’s his name?” Like I even give a shit.

  “It’s a she, Blake, a woman by the name Ananya Agarwal.” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure how you managed to get the two confused but anyhow, I have a meeting with her later today.”

  “Good! Is that it?”

  His head snaps back and I realize I might be pushing it with my dismissive attitude, particularly if he’s already managed to plow Sonja and he thinks he’s Superman all of a sudden. He sounds testy when he asks, “how’s my baby girl?”

  She reaches back to cup my balls, giving them a gentle tug and a squeeze.

  “She’s presently dealing with a big load that’s come in at the back door.” Tap. Tap. Tap. “Is that everything?”

  “Well…”

  “Good!” I end the call.

  “You’ve got it pretty bad, haven’t you?” The little minx giggles as my hips recommence slapping against her buttocks in earnest.

  I don’t answer, just continue sliding out and pushing back in, thumping that cunt with ever increasing power. There’s no way I’ll last long but right now that’s a good thing because I already feel faint from the loss of blood to the head, in fact, after having to deal with Doug, I’d say it’s a miracle I’m still fucking conscious. Another few seconds and I’ll pass out. Luckily, my seed’s already being sucked out from my balls, a few seconds later and I’m nutting so hard that I’ll be surprised if I don’t get her pregnant.

  I stop thrusting but maintain a grip around her tiny waist for balance. She playfully wiggles her hips. When I finally feel myself going flaccid inside of her, I risk removing a hand to hold her head down against the wood, allowing gravity to assist in helping my seed slide down to where it can work its beautiful magic. Even after I pull out, I still hold her down for a few more minutes, though I use the excuse of fingering her ass, which I’m thinking is almost certainly far too small to ever take me.

  Finally, I allow her up and she throws her arms around my shoulders. I let out a breath and have to slowly lower myself down to my seat. I correct her glasses. “Alice, don’t ever let me catch you speaking to bad men like that ever again.”

  She giggles, “I don’t ever want to talk to anybody else.”

  I stroke her sweet little face. “Right, that’s it, I want you to move into this office, right now.” I’m not sure why I didn’t think of that earlier, so much trouble might have been avoided, but I suppose it’s better late than never.

  We go together to collect her shit from Doug’s desk before placing it all on Sonja’s. If she and Doug ever return then we’ll figure something out when the time comes. I also put in a call to Human Resources and tell them what I want to happen. There’s a little pushback, but not so much that there are any real problems and then an hour later, I have the photo from Alice’s ID card in a blown-up framed portrait with large white font that says ‘Employee of the Month.’ The staff canteen’s full by the time we arrive together to replace the old holder of the title, Cyril from IT, who managed to cut his department’s costs by twenty-five percent whilst also increasing profits.

  “Congratulations,” I tell Alice as I pull her towards me. My cock twitches and I fear I’ll soon have to give her a proper seeing to, since the last basting was only ever intended to help me settle down. I’m beginning to think that from this day forward, I’ll forever be existing in a state of anxiety and I’m not sure that having her in my sight 24/7 will make it easier to deal with or not, though I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes to find out.

  Chapter Ten

  Alice

  I’ve never been so proud of myself. Employee of the Month, and on only my third day at Ruddiger Ventures too, although to be fair, today we didn’t do anything productive at all, unless you call accommodating Blake being productive. Hmm, maybe it was my proposition for the new filing system that did it?

  I love accommodating Blake! He’s such a sweetie, especially for a man of his size, and he always makes me feel so wanted.

  I can’t wait to tell Dad that I’ve been made Employee of the Month, he’ll be so proud of me, well, that’s if he ever calls because he’s been uncharacteristically silent since yesterday when he took off in such a hurry. I hope I’ve not done anything bad to make him flee but I understand he’s always been dedicated to his career and it’s really nice seeing all his hard work pay off with an opportunity like this. Blake says he’s going to be in charge of acquiring an important new client in Hawaii, as well as anything else that comes up. I’m so proud of him.

  After work, Blake’s taking me to the gym. He asked if I’ve ever been inside a gym before and I told him that I hadn’t. The only exercise I ever liked was riding our old pony, Bess, but that was until my upper regions grew so heavy that it became painful and inconvenient, so I had to give her up. I told Blake that I have nothing to wear so he had someone go out to purchase a sports outfit for me, though in truth, it more resembles one of those awful shell suit monstrosities from those movies set in the nineties. It covers every inch of my body and looks truly awful but Blake said it was all the store had so it doesn’t look like I have much of a choice.

  Blake shows me this thing called a bench press, or something, where I have to lie down and attempt to lift a bar. People on the benches around me have lots of heavy weight piled on at each side of the bar but Blake says that to start with, I’d better just lift the bar on its own. He helps me lift it down off the rack and then leaves me to move it back up by myself but it’s too heavy. He shouts words of encouragement and I’m trying my hardest but it won’t budge. A man at the next bench is lifting so much weight that I fear the bar might implode. His arms are thicker than my body and he’s staring back at me in the mirror, laughing. Blake stares back as his hand clenches so hard around my bar that his knuckles are turning white. Using that one hand, he returns my bar back to the rack and tells me to move to the other side of the gym to try something else.

  There’s a big bag filled with sawdust suspended from the rafter by a chain. Blake first gives me a demonstration by crashing his fist into the thing. It makes a thunderous noise and the bag is thrown wildly in all directions, swinging back straight at Blake, but he uses deft footwork to avoid being struck. He tells me to try it for myself so I attempt to hit the bag but immediately hurt my hand.

  Suddenly, there’s laughter from nearby and we both turn to see the man with enormous arms standing close, pointing. Blake starts shaking and there’s nothing I can do to stop him from storming right up to the man from when he demands to fight him in the ring. For a moment, I fear the man with enormous arms might accept but I’m relieved to see him back down and apologize. Apparently, someone whispered in his ear about who Blake was and he ended up saying sorry to both me and Blake. However, Blake wasn’t satisfied with this and went over to the manager to demand the bad man have his membership revoked. The manager agreed and then the two of us stand back and laugh together when the bad man gets thrown out from between two b
urly security guards.

  Exhausted from my workout, I ask if we can go down to the sauna. Blake spends a few minutes considering it but when he finds out that there are other men down there already, he says no. I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want other men looking at me but he’s quick to follow up by saying he has his own sauna in his penthouse, so we could just use that instead.

  When we’re back at his place, Blake first blends some protein shakes. He watches with interest as I sip from the glass. He’s looking at me the way he so often does, like all he wants to do is tear away my clothes so that I can accommodate him and it doesn’t seem to matter whether I’m in my work sweater or this awful shell suit, he wants to do it all the time. I really enjoy having so much power over a man of Blake’s size and stature, despite being so petite myself, well, except for my upper regions, and all I have to do is position myself a certain way so that he catches that part of me from a particular angle.

  It’s crazy!

  I tilt back my head to take a sip of the delicious strawberry, arch my back and poke out my upper regions whilst being mindful of that magic angle that seems to always work so well. He goes silent and readjusts himself in his seat so that the wood creaks, he returns his glass to the countertop and groans before suggesting that it’s probably time we took that sauna. I agree and when he stands up, he collapses to the floor.

  Now, I really ought to be alarmed by this but it’s not the first time it’s happened. Yesterday, when I was on the kitchen countertop, he slid out and slumped against the wall and then later on in bed, he stopped what he was doing for nearly a minute and just laid there on top of me. At first, I thought he’d fallen asleep because when I tugged his hair he woke up. He then switched position so that I was on top of him and after that, everything was fine, wonderful, in fact.