by Amy Brent
CHAPTER 3
Amy
I closed the door and let out my breath. That woman was an escort, not that I didn’t know that already. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was doing her job in the room behind me as I sat down and glanced down at the papers in my hand.
I heard something against the wall as I sat down at my desk. I winced and realized that this didn’t need to be done tonight, as it was for a future client. He wanted me to hear this.
There was something that Brett didn’t know, something that most people didn’t know. I had a lot of school loans to pay back, and I had a second job at night and on weekends. I had three phones since I was a phone sex operator during my free time. It’s not something that I advertised on a resume or even casual conversation, but it brought in a lot of money and an odd sense of pride in the fact that I was helping people.
The phone calls weren’t always about sex, but my mind jumped right into the fantasies that I’d been harboring since I first laid eyes on my boss. He was sexy and gorgeous, and I sensed that he knew what to do with a woman. I wondered what he would do with me if I were in there instead of the escort, frowning as I heard a moan. I knew that he had a big desk in there that he could throw me over, back or stomach, and have his wicked way with me. I imagined his fingers stroking my now throbbing clit, inside of me and bit my lip. I kept myself aware of my surroundings as I let this play through my mind, though it was emptying out increasingly.
Would he fuck me with his fingers or his tongue? The idea of his face between my legs teasing me and tasting me made the juices seep into my lace underwear as I held back a moan that mirrored the one coming from the office behind me, and I stared forward for a moment.
I suspected that Brett liked to be in control and I let my mind wander as the image of him tying me up against some headboard on a bed, hands and feet. I pictured my legs spread wide for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Fuck, I was horny. That didn’t happen a lot, even with my other job. I could separate it, but right now, I needed to come. I looked around the main room, seeing it empty and feeling the silence around me as I focused. I slipped my hand under my desk, working my hand under my skirt and underwear as I spread my legs. My desk was big so nobody would suspect a thing if I kept control of myself. I found myself wet and slipped a finger into my folds, seeking the swollen clit that needed friction. I hadn’t slept with someone in a while, and I was entirely too familiar with my toys, so I let the images play through my mind as I worked myself towards a much-needed orgasm.
I pictured myself on my knees, tied up in his bed as he fucked me from behind. In the fantasy, he was thick and long and filled me completely as he took me over and over. It wasn’t gentle, and he even smacked my ass a few times. I held back a groan as two of my fingers slid inside myself. Oh, fuck. I was turned on, and I kept my eyes open.
I knew that asshole was on the couch right behind me based on the noises that I was hearing. There were bumps and cries, and I hated him at that moment for tormenting me. Joss let out a long moan that sent me over the edge as a violent release took me over, making me struggle to control myself.
Once I had regained composure, I went to wash up in the bathroom. I returned to my desk and stared at the papers that made no sense, knowing the intent behind them. I shut off my computer, locked up my iPad and left work for the night. Let him fire me, since I couldn’t manage anything in this state of mind. I could find a job with an unattractive boss that didn’t invite sluts to his office.
I went to get some dinner on the way home and unlocked my apartment, one that was a touch nicer than it should have been. I lived alone, and I wanted something safe and nice to call my own for now, and I made the money to back that up. I closed the door and locked it, dropping my stuff on the table and taking a deep breath as I played back the day. Did I really get myself off at my job of two days listening to my boss fuck another woman, or close?
I used to separate my life so well. I didn’t mix the sexual nature of one job with the organized style of the other parts of my life. Everything had its place.
I showered and changed into my leggings and a big shirt, pulling out my work phone from my drawer. I glanced at the one that Brett gave me, seeing nothing on the screen that suggested I was fired or that he even noticed my absence. Pity.
I turned on the client phone and turned on the television to mute, glancing at the images on the screen as I let it warm up. This job was all mine, and I made my hours as needed, only making myself available when I wanted to. It was a good salary no matter the hours, and if I kept this current job, the combination of the salaries would be generous. I’d be out of the woods well before the standard time, paying the minimum with one job.
My work phone chimed, and I set the other one down to walk over to my purse.
Brett: You left without doing the report.
Me: Family emergency. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting to tell you but trust that the report will be completed tomorrow. Unless, of course, I’m fired?
Brett: No, you’re not. You can finish it tomorrow.
Me: Have a great night.
It seemed perfect that my client phone rang and I answered it, finding it to be an older man that recently lost his wife. We’d formed a connection on a few levels, talking about her as well as the loneliness that he experienced over the last year. He was also a kinky man and tonight, I was going to make that work for both of us.
I never used my real name, and I tried to keep my voice neutral with clients. I didn’t get personal, but tonight I led the conversation straight to sex and let him hear me as I came from the words. It wasn’t for him, but he would never know that. It was all for Brett, and I just changed the names as I jerked with my releases. They were hard and long, making me pleased that they only fueled Robert on.
I decided I might take this job to that level from now on since it worked out for both myself and the client. I had a longer night than usual, talking to Robert and a few others long into the early morning and passing out afterward.
What was Brett doing to me and how would this end?
CHAPTER 4
Brett
I fucked Joss every way possible in that office. She was a beautiful and talented woman, but it wasn’t for her as much it was me, and Amy. I was livid when we left, and her desk was dark and empty, with the false report sitting on top of it, as if to mock me. I threw it on my desk and locked up before I led the stumbling blonde from the building, ignoring the knowing looks from the remaining security guards as I followed her. Even as a woman, Joss got a lot of looks with her free style and sultry presence, and she smiled at me as we reached the street. “What got into you tonight?”
“You,” I lied as she rolled her eyes.
“Is it the pretty woman that works for you, Brett?” Joss teased as my eyes darkened. “Mmmm…she is pretty. I’ll join you guys when the time comes. I’ll bet she’s got a sweet little pussy.” Jealousy filled me when usually, the idea would turn me on. Her eyes twinkled as she slipped a coat over her shoulders and shook her head. “You’ve got it bad.” She was paid with cash inside of the office, so business was handled. Joss stepped away and blew a kiss my way as she turned to walk down the street. I had a feeling that escorts weren’t going to do it for me any longer and wondered what to tide myself over until I had Amy in my bed.
I got some food on the way home and unlocked my apartment door. Another night watching sports and eating, making me sigh. That was when I sent a text to Amy, getting back some bullshit about a family emergency. She asked if she was fired and I snorted. I hadn’t slept with her yet, so no way. When she told me to have a good night, I sensed some sarcasm in her tone. Did she leave because Joss bothered her? Did my fucking someone so close to her get to Amy? The idea thrilled me, and I imagined her at her desk, rubbing her clit as she listened. That was a stretch since she didn’t seem the type to risk being caught, so I decided that she went home and masturbated her way through the
night. That idea made me hard, and I shook my head, thinking back to all the sex I’d had tonight.
I remembered that a friend of mine used a phone sex operator sometimes when he didn’t want to go out for sex. Ned claimed that he got more pleasure from the woman’s voice sometimes than fucking a stranger, or a slightly familiar escort. I found the number still scribbled on my pad by the home phone and entered it into my phone for a possibility in the future. I knew that I liked Amy in a way that I hadn’t wanted anyone for quite some time and perhaps fucking another woman in my office wasn’t an excellent idea in hindsight. I needed to be less of a pig and keep my behavior out of the office and personal life if I was to have a shot with her.
At this point, with her sass, I doubted it.
I slept little that night, tempted to call the number but resisting. I wanted to clear my head first and just talking didn’t sound all that erotic to me. I ran for a bit and showered as usual before dressing in a pair of black slacks and a gray shirt that I knew brought out my eyes, adding a black tie around my neck. I needed coffee again, and I cursed the hold that this woman already had on me as I made a cup to drink on the way to work, listening to the radio as I drove in.
The office was crowded today since there was a big meeting to prepare for with the heads from another location. There was catering to be set up and drinks to be made while the employees nervously prepared their information. Anderson and Frank was a strict company that liked things organized, and these meetings always sent everybody into a tailspin.
My mind was on the woman that was sitting at her desk outside of my office, dressed in black slacks and a deep purple shirt that was buttoned almost all the way up, hiding that gorgeous cleavage that I wanted to see so badly. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and though she looked tired, there was also a glow about her as she looked at me. Did Amy go off with someone after leaving the office? What the fuck had I done by bringing Joss in here? “Good morning,” she said as she smiled at me, her eyes severe.
“I trust everything is fine now with your family?” I asked as she nodded and walked over towards the break room, presumably to make some coffee. I watched her hips sway, imagining some lucky bastard buried inside of her while I shook my head. I fucked up.
I prepared for the meeting, slipping my jacket on and getting my notes together before I made another cup of coffee. I knew that someone always ordered in good food so I was set there and quite hungry after my run. Amy was coming as my assistant to take some notes and just to learn more about the company. When I walked out to make my coffee, she was securing her hair into a low ponytail and adding some gloss to her lips before she glanced at me. “Ready for this meeting?” I asked her as she nodded slowly. Was she ever going to say anything to me?
Amy secured the iPad under her arm and walked with me, coffee in hand to the spacious conference room in the corner of the building. We found out seats towards the head of the table near the visiting staff and Amy raised an eyebrow at all the food that the company was setting out. “They go all out.”
“I’ll say,” Amy murmured as she saw some of the people she knew and waved with a smile on her face. She greeted them in a warmer fashion than she did me.
I was acting like a jealous middle schooler, and I sat down and assembled my folders in front of me. Amy went to speak to some of the girls, returning with a plate that she set between us as I glanced at her. It was filled with a selection of breakfast choices, and she powered on her iPad as she bit her lip. Even if she wasn’t talking to me or even making eye contact with me, Amy was obviously a compassionate person. She grabbed a half of a bagel and nibbled on it before finally looking my way as if to urge me to help myself.
The meeting started, and I stood and talked, showing the visitors some stats on the screen that was on the iPad. Amy kept up with me, putting every image that I needed up when I mentioned it and I admired her for paying so much attention to the meeting that we had about this. I felt the eyes on me, male and female alike, but I kept going on and only made eye contact with the people that I needed to. Amy was one of them, and I saw the flush on her cheeks every time our eyes locked.
We took a break so everyone could get some more food or their first plate and use the restroom. I walked right over to Amy and leaned down as she looked up at me. “You made me look great just now. Thank you.”
“It’s my job,” she replied as I shook my head.
“You do it better than anyone else ever has,” I promised her before I went to get some more coffee and some fresh air before the meeting continued. As before, Amy did her part, and I watched the other speakers present with a relaxed demeanor. I knew that the other managers were going to learn something here today and I shook hands with them afterward, where they asked me to dine with them in the city that night. I accepted and looked across the room where Amy was talking to some friends as she sipped coffee.
“Is that lovely lady your assistant?” One of the men asked as I nodded and returned my eyes to them. “She’s brilliant. I’d suggest keeping her on as well as inviting her to join us. I’d like to talk to her more.” I knew that Amy could go further in the business with those words and I nodded, assuring him that I’d ask her. Once the meeting broke and we left the room to return to our respective offices, I met Amy at her desk.
“They loved the presentation,” I started in without hesitation as she stared at me. “You caught their eye, Amy. They want you to have dinner with us tonight so they can talk further.” When she furrowed her brow, I leaned closer. “You can go places, Amy. You can move higher in this company. Say yes.”
“Yes,” she replied in a daze before she blinked. “When and where?”
I named a popular restaurant in the city, Cut. We were to arrive at six-thirty, and I offered to pick her up as she licked her lips and seemed to think about her options. It would give her time to get ready and not have to worry about driving through the city, and I knew where she lived. It wasn’t all that far from me, just in a neighborhood a few levels down from mine. I was curious to know how she afforded it, assuming I’d find out soon enough.
“Cut? I’ve heard great things about it,” Amy murmured as I grinned. It was one of my favorites and a perfect atmosphere for chatting and getting to know people, mostly Amy tonight. “Yes, I’d like that. I’m not a huge fan of driving in the city and getting a cab at that hour would be a bit time-consuming.” She gazed at me. “Do you know where I live?”
“I can find out if you don’t want to jot it down,” I lied to her as she gave me a calculating gaze. Amy took a piece of paper and jotted something down before sliding it over to me.
For me, the day seemed to drag on forever as I anticipated dinner with Amy. I knew that it was a business dinner, that there would be others there, but it was a chance to see her away from the office and pick her brain a bit on a social level. I could still feel the heat between us and thought this might break the ice a bit, with some cocktails and the time in the car. I knew how to wine and dine well, and I planned to pull out all my tricks tonight.
When I stepped out of the office at five, Amy was gathering her things together, and I glanced at her. “Would you like a ride home, Amy?” I knew that she took a bus to work and it would save time and get my plan in motion.
“Yes, that would be great. It will save time later tonight. Do you have the address?” She inquired as I held up the paper. The drive was quiet as she settled in my SUV, making my way through traffic with ease as she smiled. “You know LA well.”
“I’ve lived here a few times,” I replied as I pulled up to the curb in front of her apartment. “Nice complex.”
“I like it,” she replied as she gave me a long look. “I’ll see you soon?”
“You will.” Amy exited the car, and I made sure that she was at the gate before I pulled away to head home to change.
CHAPTER 5
Amy
My heart was pounding as I unlocked my door and pushed my way inside. Holy shit, it had
been a crazy day. I knew that I had just a little time to prepare for dinner and I dropped everything on my table and hurried into my large bedroom. Business dinner at an amazing restaurant meant something a little nicer than what I’d wear to work, but not something I’d wear to a club in my mind. I headed into the bathroom first and pulled my hair down to play with it for a moment. I’d pull that up in an elegant bun later, but for now, I started on my makeup. Just a few minutes and I looked polished with foundation and concealer, along with some dark liner on my lids with some shimmer. It was simple with a dramatic flair, and I grasped my hair in my hands and tilted my head.
“This is to impress the managers, not Brett. He just has to go,” I told myself as I looked at my counter. I decided to do a thick braid near my long bangs and twisted all the hair into a low bun with some loose curls. I learned to embrace my curls a long time ago and make them work for me. Once I was finished, I returned to my bedroom and searched my closet for the classic black dress. Mine was knee length and clung to me without being slutty, and it featured cute cap sleeves and a ruffled skirt that looked great with the Louboutins that I pulled out for special occasions. I added some red stain to my lips to match the shoes and glanced at my clock to see that I had just enough time to dab on some more perfume, moistening my neck and wrists before I added a shimmery necklace that fell just above my subtle cleavage.
I loved to dress up and my second job didn’t offer a lot of that. This was going to be fun, and my stomach growled as I thought about the plate I was going to inhale in just a little while, as my thighs ached with the lust for the man I’d be dining with. Only one of those could be satisfied tonight, at least until I arrived back home later this evening.
I was walking into the living room when my phone rang, making me hurry to pick it up. Brett informed me that he’d arrived and preferred to walk me from my door. I buzzed him in after telling him what apartment I was in and took a deep breath. I was breaking every rule by letting him inside of my private space, something that hit me hard when he walked through my door with his woodsy, masculine scent dressed in one of the sexiest suits I’d ever seen in my life.