by Selena Kitt
“Who do you think they’ll believe, the new girl who’s apparently sleeping her way around the office floor?” His fingers dig painfully into my arms when he makes this final point.
“I don’t give a fuck who they’ll believe! Get your filthy hands off me right now!” My instinct to fight wins over since fleeing is no longer an option.
No sooner have I finished my outburst, the door crashes open.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” John looks furious as he charges up to Dick.
“I… we were just talking.” Dick flinches backwards, giving me room to escape. “How did you? The lock…”
It’s surreal, like a slow motion action sequence in a movie.
John looks powerful, he towers over Dick who’s still in shock at the intervention. His shoulders and back straightened, it’s obvious he’s quite a bit taller than Dick as well as broader, obviously.
A lot of shouting and swearing follows and with a single punch Dick goes down, knocking over the dustbin next to his desk. An empty coke can rolls across the floor and stops at my feet. The whole situation is so bizarre it’s almost funny. Almost.
I had caught a glimpse of what John is like when angry earlier this morning. But where he had controlled his temper with me, Dick has no such luck. Even before it soon became clear to me that John is not someone who can be pushed into submission; he’ll stand his ground. Or as is the case now, he’ll attack.
It would be bad for everyone involved if this goes too far. A few steps in his direction and I put my hand on his shoulder. He’s so tense, my touch hardly registers. Instead he’s still staring down at Dick with his fists clenched.
“John,” I say, “please stop.”
Putting my hand over his, I notice him relaxing slightly until his fist opens and his fingers wrap through mine. He turns, his expression slightly calmed even if his eyes are still burning with rage.
“Are you OK?” he asks.
“Yeah, fine. Let’s go? Please?”
It’s obvious he’d rather do the opposite, but still follows me out and into view of all the prying eyes that have gathered. Everyone looks shocked, except Sharon who somehow always manages to keep an air of disapproval and perceived superiority around her.
Nobody dares to say a word and they wait until we’re well out of the way before apprehensively entering the Dick’s office.
In the lift, John turns towards me and puts his arms around me. He’s quiet, obviously still furious.
In the safety of his embrace, I start to come to terms with everything. There was never going to be a positive outcome, from the moment Dick summoned me into his office. We can’t work here anymore.
We have been together for mere days and everything is unraveling around us. Why can’t things ever be straightforward!
I close my eyes and try to focus on breathing regularly. Tears burn but I don’t want to let them out. John’s warm hands on my back give me goose bumps.
The lift doors open but we don’t move. A minute or so later I hear them close again.
“I’m so sorry, Cath. I should’ve never let you go in there by yourself.”
“You didn’t have a choice. We didn’t know it was going to turn out like this.” My voice sounds flat and empty, I’m still trying my best not to cry.
“How the hell did I miss this? After you told me about your instincts and not to leave you alone with that asshole.”
I pull back and hold his face in my hands. He refuses to look directly at me but I can see tears in his eyes as well.
“John, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. You kept me safe. Nothing actually happened in there and it’s all thanks to you.” He blinks a few times while continuing to look away.
“None if this is your fault. You saved me. Thank you.” I tiptoe and kiss him on the lips but still, no reaction.
“Oh but it is. He wouldn’t even have called you in for the meeting if it wasn’t for my idiotic behaviour this morning. I fucked up. I doubted you. How can you just stand there and tell yourself that I saved you, when only an hour ago I practically called you a liar and a cheat!”
“Stop it, that was a misunderstanding! It’s easy to forget how quickly things have happened and how little we know each other. We just need time to get used to everything, it’ll be fine.”
I can’t do a single thing to prevent a couple of tears from running down my face.
“I pushed you away. And then I almost got you hurt. How do I fix this?” he says.
I kiss him again through my tears.
“You could start by not pushing me away now. By taking me home.”
Neither of us realised how much time passed and it’s only a matter of luck that we weren’t disturbed. I press the button to open the doors again and we make our way out of the building.
It feels permanent.
II.
His place is nearest, so that’s where we go. By the time we reach, his mood hasn’t improved much and I’m exhausted. It feels like it has been a long day, even if it’s only 11am.
The disaster zone that was his living room mere days ago has changed significantly. All of the mess, the reminders of how things had been for him lately, are tidied away.
I sit down on the sofa and stare at nothing. He wanders off somewhere, but I haven’t got the energy to pay attention. He’s obviously still upset and although I tried, I’m just not sure how to make it better.
The seriousness of everything that has happened is starting to sink in. If John hadn’t come in when he did, god knows how far Dick would’ve gone.
I had always picked up a creepy vibe from him and he obviously had no concept of personal space. But somehow I still thought he was mostly harmless. I’m a fucking idiot.
He would’ve forced himself on me. I’d like to think I would’ve fought back. But would I really? Could I have done anything at all? I’ve never had to physically fight for anything my entire life. And I don’t think I would be any good at it, plus the ease with which he kept me confined to that chair demonstrated just how much weaker I am.
And now, I have no doubt that we’re both jobless. John hit him and half of the office saw or heard it. This could get ugly, what if he gets done for assault? Since it was just Dick and me in that office, any possible justification for it would be just hearsay.
The worst part is John feels guilty, as if it’s his fault.
It’s all just too much to deal with. I hide my head in my hands and finally tears start to flow freely. I’m too tired to hold anything back anymore and I’m reduced to a sobbing mess. My hands are stained with mascara and my nose starts to drip.
But it’s nowhere near stopping and the despair inside me is gripping at my throat and lungs. Loud crying makes way for silent tears and I clam up completely. Then I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and movement next to me.
“Don’t cry!” John says.
“Sorry…” I’m choked, but there is no stopping the flood.
His arm wraps around me tightly and I curl up against his chest. I try to take a few deep breaths in an attempt to ease the splitting headache brought on by all the crying, or more likely my desperate attempts to keep the floodgates closed.
He’s no longer wearing his office shirt but instead changed into a black hoodie, I can’t make out much else through the blur. With my face pressed against the soft fabric and his hand caressing my hair, I start to slowly calm down again.
“I just… I feel so helpless. The last thing I ever wanted is to cause you trouble,” I sniffle, “and now…”
“Don’t be silly, the only one who’s in trouble is that twat, Richard.”
“I honestly thought he was just creepy but not actually dangerous. I’m so naive,” I sigh.
“I don’t think you’re the first to misjudge him. I never realised it until now, but in hindsight he may have caused similar trouble before. I’m going to ensure that it ends here.”
I straighten myself to look him in the face. His
expression is grim, it’s obvious that he’s not going to back down from this. My hero.
“What are you planning to do?” I blink a few times, hoping to un-stick my wet lashes.
“We’re going to report the matter. He will no doubt try to deny it all. But that’s not going to help him, they’ll have no choice but to take your complaint seriously.”
I sit quietly for a minute, thinking it all through. Then I can’t help but grin at John.
“Did you see his face though, when you came in. He looked so scared, I thought he was going to faint!”
He returns my smile and attempts to wipe some of the messy, smudged mascara off my face.
“To be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to his face that much. Just enough to get a good aim of course.”
“Of course.” A smile still plays on my lips.
But it does not last as I look down past the wet, tear stains I’ve left behind on his hoodie and find his right hand sitting on his thigh. I carefully hold him by his fingers to inspect his knuckles.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, still looking at the bruised skin. Luckily there are no cuts that I can see.
He opens and closes his fist a few times.
“A little sore, but not too bad,” he replies, “it should be OK in a day or two.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve done this sort of thing before!” I say.
“It’s been a few years,” he grins, “let’s just say people stopped picking on me when I discovered certain advantages to being bigger.”
I get up from the sofa before sitting down on his lap, facing him. Both hands resting on his chest, I lean in for a kiss.
“I’m impressed,” I whisper, before kissing his neck.
“So that’s the secret. I always thought that impressing girls was a near impossible feat when all I had to do was punch someone,” he remarks.
“Fair point. Guess I was already impressed before and this just amplified it,” I say.
He runs both his hands over my sides, squeezing me gently. I respond by shifting closer, our stomachs brushing together.
His breath tickles my throat, putting my whole body on edge. The sensation gets even more intense when I feel his lips on me, softly kissing around my jaw line and down the side of my neck to my shoulder.
I’m helpless, held firmly in place with my knees spread wide and wetness soaking through my underwear. All I can do is savour his touch on my ass and the gentle nibbling of his lips around my collar bone. I can hardly catch my breath and run my hands through his hair. I tug at it gently but firmly pulling his head back.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s all I can think about…”
When I lean back, he remains still, except for his accelerated breathing which betrays a similar thought. His eyes are ready to burn a hole in me. He wants what I want. When I get back within reach, his lips hungrily seek out mine again.
We kiss without any playfulness or attempts to tease. There is an urgency in us, one that must be fulfilled or else we might lose our minds. It’s like the air around is buzzing with excitement. Only, there’s something actually buzzing, distracting us.
The moment is disturbed and we both turn our heads towards the origin of the noise. His phone.
Once again reminded our unusual and worrying situation, my arousal subsides.
“What if it’s…” I look at John, who immediately turns serious as well.
“The office,” he says.
I get up to fetch the phone for him. The weakness in my knees and the cold sensation in my crotch a stark reminder of how quickly things change.
“Hello? Speaking,” John answers.
“Yes, indeed I took her home because she was obviously shaken up. She wants to make a complaint against Richard.” He nods a few times as the person on the other end speaks.
“I understand… Yes I can hold.”
He looks up at me.
“Gary wants a word. I’m going to give him a full account of what happened. He’s a decent guy, it should work out fine.”
I struggle to remember who Gary is for a moment, but then it comes back to me. The illusive guy in the office upstairs, the VP you barely meet and Dick’s immediate superior.
“Mind if I use your shower? Unless you need me to talk to him too…” I ask.
“Yeah, go ahead. It would be best if you tell your side of it in person,” he says.
As I make my way to the bathroom, my earlier worries and exhaustion are trying to make a comeback. Way too much excitement for one day!
In the bathroom, I can’t figure out where the clean towels are kept so I decide to borrow his from the rail. The strong stream of water looks inviting, a hot shower should do me a lot of good.
Catching my reflection in the mirror makes me chuckle. My god, these must be the worst panda eyes in the history of mankind. While the water warms, I do my best to clean up my face.
I get into the shower, close my eyes and wait for all the negativity to be washed off. But it doesn’t seem to be working and I still feel faint.
Then I decide to take the shower head off the holder and sit down in the tub, stretching my legs out and leaning back with the warm stream of water fizzing against my chest and down my stomach.
I love water, especially showers. How it rushes against my skin and makes me tingle and relax at the same time. With my eyes closed, I imagine how I straddled him on the sofa. How his body felt pressed against me, so tempting… And that look on his face.
A soft moan escapes my lips when I let my hands glide over my breast. My skin is slippery, wet, as is my pussy. I direct the flow of the shower head against my nipple and it tickles deliciously. Then I move the stream down and let it massage my tense abdomen.
I know I must have release, quickly, or else this moodiness will last for the rest of the day.
With the strong stimulation from the shower directed at my clit and my hand keeping me spread wide, my orgasm is swift and intense.
III.
After telling Gary all about this morning’s happenings, I’m confident that things will go in our favour. He never liked Richard much he tells me. Found him to portray a less than professional image around the office.
Gossip does travel.
Clearly this situation will be used to further Gary’s own agenda. What do I care, as long as it works for us.
In any case, we’re free until the meeting in the morning. I fully expect Richard to get suspended with immediate effect as is standard with serious matters like these.
It doesn’t seem like my actions will land me in trouble, if I am to believe Gary. But I’m not counting on anything before he and HR make their decision tomorrow.
The phone battery is now getting low and I decide to put it on charge in the bedroom. When I pass the bathroom, I can clearly hear the noise from the shower. The door has opened just a little, as it does when unlocked. I don’t want to intrude, but I simply cannot stop myself from catching a glimpse.
The sight of her stops me in my tracks. Steam rises and swirls around her as she’s sat back in the tub. I fail to remember what I was doing or where I was going.
She has her eyes closed and her wet hair looks almost black with locks of it draped over her delicate shoulders. Her perfectly formed breasts stand proud and nipples harden visibly while she caresses and teases herself. She then moves the shower head down below out of my view. But the moans and rapid chest movements tell me all I need to know.
Before the phone interrupted us I had been so ready. I could clearly see her need for me. More than her words, her eyes were calling out to me and I knew I must answer.
The first time, in her bed, pleasuring her came so naturally. The taste and feel of her skin made me forget who I am. I felt like a man should, powerful while she squirmed underneath me. When she took over, I knew that she would always have me wrapped around her finger.
I want her so much my cock is aching, uncomfortably restrained. But I dare not d
isturb the beautiful scene in front of me. Next time…
I finally understand why a couple might end up fucking outside in the rain. Barely hidden behind a parked car and allowing others to look on. You get to a point of no return, where you don’t care who’s looking. The only thing that matters is having her and making her scream.
Her eyebrows crinkle together in that little frown she makes when she’s close and my own hand moves furiously to a similar end. Another moan escapes her lips and I wonder if being inside her would feel similar to being sucked off.
That thought was all I needed.
Leaning against the wall, just out of view from the partially open door, I try my best to catch my breath. She’s stirring inside, having turned off the shower. I couldn’t help but watch her, but now that it’s done, I feel a pang of guilt.
I force myself to move along and put that phone on charge which I’ve been holding onto all along. There should be some tissues around here somewhere.
No sooner am I done, Cath walks in, barely covered by my dark blue towel. Her face is flush and she’s even more beautiful for it.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind I borrowed this?” she smiles, clearly more relaxed now.
With every step, the towel opens slightly, exposing her entire thigh up to her hip. It’s still hard to believe she’s actually here.
And I can’t get enough of the way she looks at me. She doesn’t just look, she sees.
“I would prefer to wear something more comfortable than my office clothes….” Her eyes wander from me, over to the wardrobe.
I get up and open the doors, exposing the chaos inside.
“Don’t think anything would work,” I say.
Once again I’m reminded of how different we are and it’s awkward. Any other couple might be able to share sweats for example without too much thought.
She takes a faded black T-shirt from one of the shelves.
“This should do,” she remarks after holding it up to her.