He switched off the TV and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He flicked on the computer in the corner and sat down to check his personal emails. All spam. He even found it difficult to reach out to people in cyber space. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he longed for some kind of interaction. It was just that people were so demanding. They’d want phone calls and webcam conversations, and Lowell couldn’t give that. It seemed far too much like a commitment, and he couldn’t commit to anyone. He was evil once a month, pure evil, and he couldn’t explain that to anyone.
He leaned back in his chair and scrolled through his bookmarks. He picked out his favourite and clicked it. When the delicious redhead snapped on screen, Lowell smiled. Jenny was prettier and more natural than that girl. He continued to watch as she pulled off her clothes, and he ran his hand into his pants.
She was masturbating right there on the screen for him, and he felt nothing, not a thing—until he imagined it was Jenny doing those things in front of him. Then his cock became rock hard almost instantaneously. He shook his head. He couldn’t think about Jenny like that, it wasn’t right. He could never have a relationship like that with her. She was way out of his league for a start, but then there was his ‘monthly problem’ to contend with, too.
But he just could not shake her image from his mind. As the girl on the screen gasped and a guy walked into the shot, he entered his own little fantasy world where he walked in on Jenny naked on the sofa, masturbating, mumbling his name. He stroked himself rhythmically, and in his mind’s eye, he was walking over to her, grabbing her and stroking his hand down to her wet pussy. He imagined fingering her, feeling her juices running all over his plunging fingers, and he heard her begging him to fuck her.
The best thing about fantasies was you could cut out the boring bits. Lowell stripped in the blink of an eye and pushed Jenny down onto her back. He climbed between her thighs and fantasised how good she would feel around his dick. He imagined looking into her eyes as they fucked, and he felt the cum heavy inside of him. He saw her thrashing around, eyes closed and mouth opened in a scream as she came. At that moment, he, too, orgasmed all over his moving fingers.
He panted heavily then clicked off the clip and the computer. He was somewhat disgusted with himself. He was not meant to give in that easily to sexual fantasies about this co-worker. It was dangerous, very dangerous. He mustn’t let himself think it would be okay to get close to Jenny. For her safety, he could not.
Chapter Three
The weekend dragged by for Jenny. Unlike the average Demonet employee, she had no one to go home to, no bunch of girly friends to go out on the town with and no real plans at all. She spent the weekend doing household chores, reading and daydreaming about Lowell.
She fantasised about feeling his big, strong hands on her body, his firm, plump lips pressed against hers. She imagined them naked together, him inside of her, and she brought herself to orgasm several times thinking about Lowell fucking her. She was obsessed, and she knew it. She also was pretty certain she was on the road to heartbreak. Lowell had never looked twice at her back in school. Why should that have changed? Okay, back then he was the captain of the football team and the coolest guy in school. He had his own little gang of mates and girls, and unless you broke into that group, he didn’t look at you. At least in the canteen he’d seemed more approachable. But who was she kidding? She was too fat and too frumpy for Lowell to think twice about.
However, it didn’t stop her losing sleep on Sunday night, and it didn’t stop her picking out a shorter than usual skirt and a tighter than usual top for work on Monday morning. She was confident her legs—from the knees down, at least—were attractive, and she knew from previous liaisons that men loved her breasts. The deep, dark green of the top showed off the colour of her hair and echoed that of her eyes. She felt confident as she left the house for work.
It was a very, very long time until lunch. The time dragged, but then the hour was upon her, and she felt as if she weren’t ready for it. She began to walk down the stairs to the basement and took a deep breath. This was it, she had to be cool.
“Lowell?” she shouted as she walked along a corridor. The walls were rough and covered in whitewash. “It’s Jenny. Where are you?”
“Keep walking to the end of the corridor,” Lowell shouted. “My room is the last door on the left.”
She was glad to hear his voice, it was a bit spooky down in the basement. The tiny, old-fashioned lights only seemed to intensify the darkness of the shadows, and her shoes echoed menacingly on the floor.
Lowell’s office was a little more inviting. There was carpet on the floor, for a start.
“Hiya, Lowell. You weren’t kidding about being in the bowels of this place, were you?”
“No, I’m a long way from everyone else, just the way I like it.” He smiled. “Hi, Jenny. Have a seat.”
“Hi, Lowell,” she repeated and grabbed the simple wooden chair that stood by the wall. “I’ll come and sit over by you, if you don’t mind.”
Lowell didn’t have time to reply as she quickly strode over and placed her chair beside his near the desk.
“Sure,” Lowell managed. “Erm, how’s your day been?”
“Oh, you know,” Jenny replied whilst trying desperately to get the lid off her butty box. Her hands were shaking so much it was proving to be more challenging than usual. “Pretty boring, really. I’ve had several calls but nothing unusual. I am starting to hope that bitch Conall does recommend they sack me. This has to be the most boring job I’ve ever done.”
“Oh, you’ve met her, too?” Lowell was already munching away at one of his sandwiches. Jenny was still trying to prise the lid off hers.
“Conall? Yeah, I saw her Friday not long after I was in the canteen with you.” Just then, Jenny’s lunch box opened, but at the same moment, it slipped from her hand and threw her cheese and lettuce sandwiches all down her front. Her yoghurt tumbled off her lap, but as she squeaked in shock, she noticed Lowell’s hand stretch out and catch it before it had time to make a mess.
“Sorry,” she gasped, pulling lettuce from her cleavage. “I am such a klutz.”
“No worries. I’m just as bad, really,” Lowell replied without even a trace of a smirk on his lips. “Here, put those in the bin. You can share mine, if you like. They’re just ham, nothing fancy.”
“Thanks, Lowell.” She felt his hand on her thigh as he picked up a piece of bread and put it in the bin. A tingle shot through her whole body, and her cheeks flushed hotter as arousal coursed through her veins.
“Hey, it could have been worse,” he said with a chuckle. “They could have been tuna sandwiches.”
They laughed together, then, the sheer hilarity of the scene hitting home.
“That’s true,” she giggled. “Thank goodness I only had cheese in the house this morning.” She picked the last piece of it from her lap and placed it in the bin. Lowell lowered it back into place and passed her a white barmcake full of ham.
“I feel really bad about eating your lunch,” she said.
“Oh, don’t. It’s fine. Accidents happen, you know.”
“Yes. And more often than not, they happen to me.”
“I don’t believe it,” Lowell shook his head. “Pretty girls like you don’t suffer with accidents.”
Jenny blushed at the compliment. “Well, maybe pretty girls don’t, but I do.”
“You are the exception that proves the rule, then,” he said, his cheeks flushed as red as her own. She was sure he was blushing because he was embarrassed. She just wasn’t sure if it was about lying or from admitting he found her pretty.
They sat in an awkward silence for a while, each one completely oblivious of the ham and bread they were chewing, both of them highly aware of the person sitting beside them.
Jenny spoke first. “Did you have a good weekend?”
“Not bad,” he replied, thinking of the several times he’d masturbated over his Jenny fantasies. “I just stayed in,
really.”
“Yeah, so did I,” Jenny replied, remembering how she’d lain on her bed with her fingers inside her, pretending they were actually his cock. “It’s not very exciting, really. I think I’m turning into an old maid.”
“You’re not old,” Lowell insisted. “If you were, it’d mean I was old, and I’m not accepting that.”
Jenny laughed. “Well, okay, then. I’m turning into a young maid. Are you okay with that?”
“I guess.” Lowell waved his sandwich in the air. “But I don’t believe it. Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Erm, no. I’ve gone off men.”
“Oh, right. I didn’t realise you were a lesbian.”
Jenny might have imagined it, but she was sure his face dropped into disappointment as he said it.
“No, oh no.” She chuckled to cover her embarrassment. “No, I’m not a lesbian. I’m straight, yeah, but I’ve just had a bad experience with a man, so I’ve given them up.”
“Oh, right? Men are bastards, aren’t they?” he said. “I’ve always thought so. It’s why I’ve always been a ladytarian. I don’t touch man meat.”
Jenny laughed. “You’re funny and sweet. I think that makes you the exception to the rule.”
Their gazes met, and they smiled then looked down at their laps, and that uneasy silence fell again. Jenny reached for her yoghurt and pulled at the far corner of the lid. As she opened the pot, it spat out yoghurt all over Lowell’s chest.
“Oh, damn.” She put down the pot. “I am so sorry.” She leant towards him and wiped at the mess with her hand.
“It’s all right,” Lowell said. “Don’t worry. I get my own food down me all the time.”
She looked up mid-stroke and found his face to be a gentle stretch away from hers. She didn’t think, she moved, and their lips bumped together. The shock of the gentle impact made them both inhale deeply and hold their breaths, but Lowell recovered first and moved his mouth against Jenny’s. The kiss blossomed, seemingly of its own accord. Both parties were swept away by the intensity of emotion, and Lowell reached forward and grabbed Jenny’s arm for support. She clenched her fist around his yoghurt-spattered shirt as the kiss intensified, and she felt so light inside that she thought she might float away if she didn’t hold onto him.
She was kissing Lowell Kenyon. Lowell, the coolest bloke in school and now the hottest man in her work place. Her lips were undulating against his, his tongue was entwining with her own, caressing gently and eagerly. It was the kiss she had always dreamed of, and it was better than she’d ever dared imagine.
After what seemed like a millennium in a split second, their lips pulled apart and silence followed as they untangled their limbs and pulled away.
“Well,” Lowell said, his mind racing, heart pounding. “Wow. I didn’t sort of expect…but wow, it was…and just yoghurt, too.”
Jenny chuckled. “Yes, I feel exactly the same. Wow.”
“I should just say I’m not so good at this stuff.” The smile faded from Lowell’s lips a little. “I didn’t expect that at all, and…well, I’ve not been looking for that, and I’m kinda isolated these days.”
“Don’t worry,” Jenny assured him, “I wasn’t looking for it, either. I’m giving up boys, remember? It was a kiss. We can still be friends even if we’ve kissed, right? Don’t have to rush to anything else.”
“No, that’s true, of course.” Lowell nodded.
Jenny bit her lip and finished tidying up her lunch leftovers. In her mind, it all seemed very logical. It was just a kiss, and that’s all it needed to be, but her heart and her pussy were both throbbing and aching for something more. She’d take it slow, though. She’d have to. She didn’t want to frighten him off, now.
“Am I invited back for tomorrow, or have I blown it by throwing my food all over you?”
“No, of course not. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.” He blushed.
The scarlet on his cheeks made him irresistible. Before she thought, she’d bent forward and laid a gently kiss on his lips.
“Oh, okay, then. See you same time tomorrow.” She stood up, smiled back at him and walked out of the room, her mind reeling with possibilities.
* * * *
Dessie hated this stupid company. Far too many of the employees were actually good, and the others actually increased their productivity when she warned them. She’d have to work a lot harder to create the reasons to sack some of those annoying people.
She had a million and one things to do. She needed to create paranoia and fear so people would slip up, but her mind was completely filled with Lowell. She had been on her own for a very, very long time. She’d always longed for a partner to wreak havoc with, and it seemed so surprising to find him here, of all places.
She waited ‘til a few minutes before he would leave then headed down to the basement. She could smell that silly woman’s perfume and her sweat. Jenny had been down the stairs recently.
The scent increased as she neared Lowell’s room, and she knew Jenny had gotten incredibly aroused in there, as had he. She became instantly jealous.
“Hello, Miss Conall,” Lowell said without looking up. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“As it is, yes, Lowell. I want you.”
He looked up, then, and saw the hungry look in her feral eyes.
“I noticed you’ve done much better today, except you took a few extra minutes on your lunch break. That’s not a very good idea, Lowell, not at all.” She walked over and stood right beside him, towering over him in his office chair.
“I’ve had no afternoon break, Miss Conall, to make up for that. I assure you I have worked as many minutes today as I should have.”
“I am sure you have.” She smiled and pulled on the chair arm, spinning him towards her. “But Lowell, there is more I want you to do.” She stepped across his legs and put a hand on each arm. She was above him, and he cowered back into his chair like a well and truly beaten dog.
She pushed her face to his and kissed him. She raped his mouth. His lips would not open, so she ran her hand up to his hair and pulled hard. He gasped, and she pressed her tongue between his lips. Then she sensed his wolf genes taking over. He growled deep in the back of his throat and pushed her in the centre of her chest.
“Miss Conall, I am sure you’re not employed to do that.”
“No,” she admitted, “but I did enjoy kissing someone so very much like me. You and I, Lowell, could run together. We should run together. It’s in our blood.”
He tried to hide the shock and fear in his eyes. “Miss Conall, I am sure you’re a very nice woman, but I am not interested. Sorry.”
“Very well, Lowell. I am here for the rest of the month. I am very sure you’ll change your mind, sooner or later.”
She stalked from the room. Her scent was everywhere, now, and she knew her special aroma would drive him crazy. She could be patient. His wolf tendencies were buried deep, but she would drag them out of him in time for the next full moon, and then they would have so much fun together ripping apart Demonet employees. She was going to have that girl, that disgusting, redheaded human, all to herself, though. She would destroy the competition.
* * * *
It had been a very confusing day. Lowell tried to process some of it on his commute home. He had thoroughly enjoyed his lunch with Jenny. Okay, it had gotten far more intimate than he’d wanted, but she seemed to be on the same page as him. It was only a kiss, it needn’t turn into anything more. His body might have wanted much, much more, but his mind was in charge. He couldn’t let her get closer than a lunch date. It was as simple as that. He could ignore his wayward cock and its desires.
As he’d made his way to work that morning, he hadn’t had any plans to kiss or be kissed that day. But at the end of it, he’d been kissed by two very different women. Miss Conall scared him. She was a very domineering woman, and he did not like that one bit.
He didn’t know what on earth she’d meant about them b
eing the same. For a brief moment, he’d wondered if she knew about his curse, but he was pretty certain that wasn’t the case. Who would kiss him after discovering that? She was a freaky lady who obviously liked dogs. She smelled heavily of bitch. The room had been filled with it, and Lowell had been very disappointed to note it had covered Jenny’s sweet scent completely.
The week continued to be a tale of two ladies. He looked forward to lunch every day. It always involved a kiss, and each day that kiss lasted longer. But it was only a kiss. It seemed okay to him as long as that was all it was. A kiss between friends was a casual thing. So what if it set his body longing for more? So what if he dreamt about kissing those lips every night? It was all under control. And the even better thing was that he’d not seen Miss Conall at all— which actually worried him a lot more than if she’d turned up every day. He felt like she was plotting his downfall or something.
One week passed into two, and Lowell found himself incredibly disappointed when Jenny didn’t come down for lunch one day. He couldn’t understand it. She’d not told him she wasn’t joining him, and he’d received no message through the day. Maybe she’d gone off him. Maybe she was sick of the kissing?
The next day was Friday, canteen day, but Lowell’s heart really wasn’t in it. He knocked chips around his plate and looked at his burger.
“Oh, Lowell, there you are.” Jenny walked over to the table where he sat.
His heart leapt, though he tried not to show it on his face.
“Lowell, I’m so sorry about yesterday, but that bitch Conall kept me talking all through my lunch break, then told me I had to keep working! I was fuming. She hates me, she does. She’s constantly on my case. It’s driving me nuts.”
“She’s a nutcase, that’s true. I thought you’d gone off me when you didn’t turn up yesterday.”
“Oh, no, no. I’m so sorry. I wanted to get a message to you, but I was being watched. Gees, I hope the bitch does get me fired. I’m sick of working here. If it weren’t for my lunches with you, I’d have gone already.”
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