That Night with My Boss

by J. S. Cooper

  “Now that’s what I call a good fucking,” he said as he looked at me with a smile.

  “You can say that again,” I said with a small laugh and then I squealed as he rolled me on top of him and I felt his cock growing hard against my wetness once again.

  ***

  “So about last night.” Scott’s voice was soft as I opened my eyes the next morning.

  “Hmm, what about it?” I asked and stretched in his sheets, feeling warm and satiated with him next to my body.

  “It was pretty hot, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, suddenly feeling shy as I thought about all the different things we’d done.

  “And I’m not judging you.” He leaned down and kissed me as his hand crept to my breast.

  “Judging me?” I kissed him back and ran my hands down to his butt.

  “For sleeping with me on the first night.” He laughed against my lips and yelped as I slapped his butt.

  “Hey, you’re lucky I’m not judging you.” I moaned as I felt his fingers slip down from my breast to the valley between my legs. The valley that was already wet.

  “I love morning sex.” Scott grunted as his fingers reached my wetness and he rubbed my clit gently.

  “Who said you’re getting morning sex?” I asked as my back arched on the bed.

  “The woman I picked up last night kinda hinted that to me.” He laughed as he kissed down my stomach.

  “She did?” I whimpered as his lips found my wetness and his tongue eagerly licked me up. I closed my eyes and my fingers gripped the sheets as he sucked gently on my clit. I shifted on the bed and spread my legs and cried out in wild abandon. I felt free and happy. This was my first time letting loose and just giving myself to a guy right away. It felt exhilarating and freeing and I couldn’t wait to call Lacey and tell her just how hot my night had been. I felt Scott’s tongue slide inside of me and I screamed out as he entered me with as much passion as his cock had had the previous evening. It was only when he removed his tongue and sat up that I realized that his phone was ringing off the hook. I groaned as I watched him rolling over and grabbing his phone. He looked at the screen and frowned before looking back down at me.

  “Sorry, it’s work.” He looked away from me and I felt my stomach curdling at the sudden change in mood.

  “Oh no, everything okay?”

  “Not really.” He sighed and jumped out of the bed. “I think they need me to work today because I, uh, I’m leaving the country for a month next week and they want to make sure that everything in the office is left intact.”

  “You’re going away?” I asked, my heart sinking as I stared up at him. I pulled the sheets up over my naked body and tried to control my breathing.

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “Work trip, like I said. Uhm, but I’ll call you when I get back and we can go to dinner.”

  “I see.” I bit on my lower lip and tried not to cry. What was going on?

  “Just a second.” He looked at me guiltily. “I have to go to the bathroom.” He dropped his phone on the mattress next to me and hurried out of the room. I watched him leave the room and quickly grabbed his phone. It was locked, but I could see that he had ten missed calls from someone called Helen Smith. My heart thudded as I wondered who she was and why was she calling him. Even more importantly, why had his mood changed so quickly and why was he lying to me? The previous night had been so good, so sensual and exciting. I’d thought we’d had a lot in common, even though we’d just met. I’d thought that this could go somewhere. I’d even been going to reveal to him that his friends had hired me for an office prank. I’d wanted to tell him everything, so that we could really get to know each other. I’d thought that perhaps this could really go somewhere.

  “Sorry about that,” he said as he walked back into the bedroom, his cock swinging loosely in front of him. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at it. He had a perfect cock. It was almost majestic in the daylight. Long, thick—but not too thick—and the tip was shaped like a perfect peachy mushroom. I licked my lips involuntarily as I remembered how good it had tasted. I felt a feeling of shame spreading through me as I realized that I wanted him in my mouth again. I wanted to feel that same heady power that I’d felt the night before when he’d begged me to not stop sucking on him. I could still hear his growls as he spurted hot come all over my breasts. I could still feel the softness of the warm towel he’d used to gently wipe his come off of my nipples. And then when he’d entered me, it had felt like we were one. His cock had moved inside of me as if it knew every inch of me intimately and it seemed to know all the secret spots to turn me on. I sighed as I looked up at him. It couldn’t have just been sex, could it? It had to have meant more than that.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked again, praying he would burst out laughing and fall down on the bed next to me.

  “Yeah, kinda.” He said and his expression looked pained. “I would love to have breakfast with you.” He sat down on the bed and looked into my eyes with a sad expression. “But I have to go into work.”

  “I see,” I said, my stomach dropping. So he was continuing with his lies.

  “I had a great time last night,” he said and he reached over and touched my cheek. “It was special.”

  “Yeah, sure,” I said and looked away from him.

  “If it wasn’t for this job,” he sighed, “I’d like to see where this could go—really, I would.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Give me your number and I’ll call you when I’m back in town, okay?”

  “Yeah, sure you will.”

  “Don’t be like that, Eliza,” he said with a frown as he tried to kiss me. I avoided his lips and sat up.

  “It’s Elizabeth.” I jumped up out of the bed and quickly looked for my clothes. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Scott,” I said quickly as I pulled my skirt on. “Have a good work trip.”

  “Elizabeth, please,” he said and I felt his hands on my waist. “Don’t be mad at me. You don’t understand.”

  “I understand enough, jerk,” I whispered under my breath and grabbed my handbag. “I’m leaving. I’m glad you had a good night.”

  “It’s not like that,” he pleaded, but I turned around and glared at him.

  “Whatever.” I gave him one last haughty glance and hurried down the stairs so that I could exit his house quickly. “And don’t follow me out!” I shouted as I heard him behind me. I saw him standing there, looking upset, but I didn’t care. He was the one who had used me for a one-night stand. He was the one who had lied. I hurried out of the door and slammed it shut, before running down the road and stopping at the corner so that I could hail an Uber from my phone app. I waited for the car to pull up before texting Lacey and telling her I was going to kill her. I wasn’t sure how I stopped myself from crying, but I didn’t shed a tear until I stepped through my own front doors. And then I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the faucets so that I could soak away my tears and passion.

  Chapter Five

  “You can shout at me,” Lacey said when I called her on Sunday morning. “It was my fault you went on the date.”

  “I’m not going to shout at you.” I moaned. “It’s not your fault, I’m a slut.”

  “You’re not a slut,” she said and I knew she was worried about my state of mind.

  “Lacey, I went on a blind date, ditched the date, met another guy and went home with him and had sex with him. That’s the definition of slut.”

  “No, it’s not. If you’d gone home with him and let him fuck you in the ass on a first date, then I would call you a slut.”

  “Lacey,” my voice was soft, “you’re calling me a slut, then.”

  “Oh. My. God. You let him do anal?” she screamed and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

  “No, but the shock in your voice letting you think that for a few seconds was priceless.”

  “You’re horrible.” She giggled, but I could tell that she was no longer worried that I was in a
deep, dark depression. “Are you going to be okay?”

  “Well, I mean tomorrow’s going to be awkward,” I said sarcastically. “Can you imagine what his face is going to look like when I walk into his office as his new assistant?”

  “You’re not going to tell him that his ex-gf hired you?” Lacey asked questioningly.

  “Nope,” I said vehemently. “Helen Smith, or H Smith as she calls herself on the contract, is paying a lot of money for me to embarrass him at the office meeting on Saturday. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

  “But she lied,” Lacey exclaimed. “Bob told you this was set up by Scott’s friends as a joke, but we know Helen Smith is actually Scott’s ex-girlfriend and I doubt she is doing this as a joke.”

  “Well, that’s his tough luck,” I said bitterly. “I’m sure she has her reasons. And good detective work, by the way.”

  “It wasn’t hard.” She laughed. “Scott’s Facebook page isn’t private and he has old photos with her.”

  “But it was detective work that led you to confirming that Helen Smith was the H Smith. Not many people would have looked up criminal and civil records to match a signature.”

  “You know me, I’m thorough.” Lacey laughed modestly. “But we really don’t know what happened between them. Maybe you should tell him what’s going on. Maybe he had a reason he lied.”

  “He lied because he wanted to hit it and quit it and maybe he’s trying to get back with Helen,” I said with a groan. “Well, I’ll show him.”

  “What are you going to do?” Lacey asked, her voice breathless. “And are you sure you want to? Didn’t you say he was the best sex you’ve ever had?”

  “He was all right,” I lied, not wanting to remember just how good he’d been. “And I’m going to do what Helen asked. I’m going to go in and be his assistant. I’m going to pretend I don’t care that he lied and then on Saturday, I’m going to give him the lap dance of his life and embarrass the shit out of him.”

  “Oh, Eliza, you sound like you have a plan.”

  “Well, you know what they say about plans…” I grinned into the phone. “Don’t reveal them if you want them to come true.”

  “Eliza, what are you going to do?”

  “Can’t say just yet.” I laughed. “But look, I have to go and choose my outfit for tomorrow. I want to make sure I’m looking my best when Scott Taylor lays eyes on me for the second time.”

  ***

  My heart was racing as I waited outside of the office. I could see Scott sitting at his desk in a dark navy-blue suit. He was on the phone and scribbling something down on a piece of paper. My heart thudded as I stood there waiting for him to call me inside. I couldn’t wait to see his eyes as he recognized me. I couldn’t wait to see the shock, and to hear the excuses. I couldn’t wait to bend over to pick up a pen so he could stare at my long legs and pert ass. I was going to drive him crazy and I was going to love it. He would pay for using me for a quickie. I knocked on the door and waited.

  “Come in,” he called out without looking up. I walked into the room slowly and stopped a couple of yards away from his desk, waiting for him to look up and see me. He held a hand up as he continued talking on the phone and I could feel my stomach rumbling as I waited for the moment our eyes would meet. “Sorry about that,” he said finally as he hung up the phone. “I’m Scott Taylor,” he said and stood up, his hand outstretched. I watched as his blue eyes widened in shock and his jaw fell open. He looked at me for a few seconds and then smiled widely. “Well, well, well, look who we have here,” he said with a huge grin that had my stomach doing somersaults. I had no idea why he looked so happy to see me. Didn’t he realize he’d now been busted?

  “Scott?” My jaw dropped as I faked surprise. “I thought you went away for business?” I said and took a step towards him. “What are you doing here?”

  “Elizabeth Jeffries, you’re my new assistant?” His eyes narrowed as he stared at me and I watched as he walked out from behind his desk and over to me. “Now, now, today is my lucky day.” He reached out, grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him.

  “What are you doing?” I asked in shock as I felt his warm, hard body against mine.

  “Continuing where we left off,” he said with an impish grin as his hands fell to my ass. “I’ve always dreamed of an office quickie.” I stood there in shock, not believing my ears. How could Scott Taylor flirt and act like everything was okay? How could he put his hands on me and think I’d just pick up where we’d left off the other morning—the morning he’d lied to me? Nothing was going as I thought it would. He wasn’t speechless. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t stumbling with more lies. If anything, he seemed excited as if all of his dreams had come true. As if I were some sex toy at his disposal. I could feel my face reddening as I grew angry. This was not what I’d expected at all. However, I started to smile as a new idea came to me. A new plan hatched in my mind as his hands squeezed my butt as if he owned it and I looked up at him and smiled.

  “Well, wouldn’t you know, that’s something I’ve always dreamed of as well,” I said with a sweet smile. I grinned when he gasped in shock as I reached down, grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. I was going to show Scott Taylor who he was dealing with. By the time I left his office at the end of the week, I was going to have him on his knees.