by Jamie Knight
Her narrow face pinched in anger as she looked at me. “How the hell does Kane McKenzie know who you are? And what the hell was all that talk about a yacht and croquet? Were you making fun of me?” She tapped the tip of one of her thousand-dollar pairs of shoes harshly on the tile.
I ached to tell her to go fuck herself, but because I was at work and wanted to remain professional, I wouldn’t. I rolled back my shoulders and tried to relax.
“I met him at an art gallery on Friday night,” I told her. “He helped me get out of a bad situation. Not that it’s any of your business.” I might not be able to tell her to go fuck herself, but that didn’t mean I had to be polite. “And yes, I was making fun of you.” Why lie about it?
She flinched slightly but recovered. Her face went cold. “Everyone knows how you got Simon fired. It’s all over the office Watercooler.” She smirked. “That’s right, I forgot, you’re not on the Watercooler chat.”
Watercooler was an interoffice chat room I didn’t bother with. I refused to let her bait me. “Simon got himself fired by trying to abuse his power.”
Sloane stuck a long narrow finger out at me. “You got him fired because he wasn’t interested in you. You threw yourself at him. Begged him.”
I wouldn’t let her provoke me and I wouldn’t give into her taunting. “Believe what you want, Sloane.” I shrugged. “Kane was there. He saw and heard everything.”
“I don’t believe you. No one will.” She stamped her shoe again like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.
“I don’t care, now get out of my way. I have work to do.” I tried to step around her, but once again she blocked my path by putting an arm out in front of me.
“What assignment does Kane have for you?”
I gave her a wide if somewhat bitchy smile. “He’s looking for a mentee and asked if I’d like to apply for the position.”
Rage colored her cheeks. She dropped her arms to her sides and balled her fists. “If anyone is going to be mentored by him, it’s me. You should have been let go instead of being offered a position here. Go back to the cesspit you crawled out of.”
I sighed dramatically. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Sloane. Green doesn’t quite match your eyes.”
With that parting blow, I strode away. If she thought her words would hurt me, she was dead wrong. Over the years, I’d figured out how to deal with people like her. Never back down and never show weakness, because the moment they realized they’d found a soft spot, they’d use every weapon in their arsenal to pummel you into the ground. And I had no intention of being brought down by a rich daddy’s girl.
Chapter Eight
Reese
Fighting the urge to run or skip, I anxiously quick-marched to my cubicle. I was desperate to discover my assignment. Anticipation tickled my insides. I pulled open the top desk drawer. Sitting on top of my pens and notebooks was a slightly bulging nondescript manila envelope.
Making sure the coast was clear, I grabbed the envelope and shoved it into my oversized tote, and without even sitting down or turning on my computer, I hurried to the restroom, eager to find out if my cum-encrusted panties were inside.
I was sure Kane was watching me, checking to see if I was doing what he’d asked. I smiled at every camera I passed, wanting him to know how anxious I was to begin.
Linda, the manager of my floor, was the only other person in the restroom. She was busy studying her reflection and checking her chalk white teeth for lipstick stains. I’d never seen her lips any other shade than fire-engine red.
She turned her unlined face to me; her brown eyes pinched with annoyance. For someone closer to forty than thirty, Linda could pass for twenty-five. She was a fan of surgical procedures and fighting the aging process tooth and nail. When she died, because of all the chemical compounds she’d pumped into her body, she wouldn’t need embalming. “I’m beginning to think you have an ongoing UTI issue, Reese. I’ve never known anyone who goes to the bathroom as much as you do.”
I shrugged and gave her an easy smile. “Um, I have a weak bladder. Plus, I drink way too much caffeine.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to applying her lipstick. “I want us to sit down for another evaluation this week. I like you, Reese, you work hard and are a whizz with spreadsheets and databases, but your timekeeping is abysmal. Were you like this at your old company?”
Trying to take this seriously, I leaned against the counter and faced her. “I guess I was used to a more laid-back work environment with fewer employees. I’ll try to do better. I promise.” I crossed my ankles and feigned like I really needed to use the restroom. If she kept talking, I would resort to the pee-pee dance.
Linda fluffed the sleek angled pixie cut she wore her black hair in and looked at my reflection in the mirror. “Good, because I’d hate to lose you over something like timekeeping. You know what you’re doing, and as soon as a senior position comes up, I want you to get it. I count myself lucky to have you in my department.”
“Thanks, Linda, I really appreciate it, but I really gotta go,” I said pointing to an open stall.
She threw her lipstick into her makeup bag then threw her makeup bag into her purse. She sighed and looked at me again via the mirror. “Don’t take all day and for God’s sake, go to the doctor, Reese.”
“Sure thing.”
I went into the nearest open stall and locked the door. I was glad the stalls were built for privacy, with floor to ceiling walls and doors. Before doing anything else, I closed the toilet lid and wiped off the seat. With shaking fingers, I grabbed the manila envelope from my purse and ripped it open.
Inside were my red, satin panties. They were a little stiff and stained. He’d used them! I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the scent of Kane’s cum. Some people might have thought what I was doing and what I was about to do was gross, but I didn’t care. That Kane thought about me while pleasuring himself was a total turn on.
My swollen clit and wet pussy ached for relief, and that’s what I would give them. What better way to begin the workweek than by masturbating with a pair of panties covered in my boss’s cum?
I heard the restroom door close. At last, I was alone.
Kane needed to see what he did to me and what I was about to do to myself. I hiked up my skirt, shimmied my black panties down my legs and then kicked them off. I replaced them with the red ones, but before I began pleasuring myself, I grabbed my phone from my bag and set the photo app to video.
Doing my best to keep the hand holding my phone steady, I used my free hand to gather the silky fabric of my cum-covered panties around my clit. I ran them up and down my folds filming the whole time. I relished that Kane had pleasured himself using my underwear. It was dirty and depraved but also deliciously decadent. I bit my bottom lip hard to stop from moaning.
My body strained for the relief this orgasm would give. As short-lived as I knew that relief would be, I needed it. I wanted to come so bad it physically hurt.
Lifting my feet, I anchored them against the side walls of the narrow stall and spread myself as wide as I could. I pulled the cum covered panties, which were now wet with my own juices away from my lower lips and showed myself to the camera.
I was so fucking wet and ready. What I wouldn’t give to have one of my nine-inch suction dildos with me. I would secure it to the seat and slam myself up and down, but since I didn’t think to bring any toys with me, I’d make do with my fingers. Tonight, when I got home, I would use every fucking toy I had.
My engorged clit felt three times its normal size. I’d have to make myself come fast and without making any noise. The last thing I needed was anyone coming into the restroom and discovering my dirty little secret.
I crushed my fingertips against the throbbing bud of my clit and pleasured myself with fast, reckless movements. My slippery fingers slid all over the place, but then I found it—the one spot that always sent me to the moon.
I tapped, tapped, tapped, slapped, slapped, slapped my clit until I could
n’t hold back the pleasure. A tsunami of release rushed over me and my pussy walls clenched and spasmed for the camera. The hand holding my phone shook, but I managed to steady it enough to capture the pulsating undulations of my orgasm. Staying silent took more willpower than I thought I possessed. In the privacy of my apartment, I made a lot of noise and never held back the sounds of my pleasure.
When I was spent and couldn’t give anymore, I lowered my trembling legs to the floor. Before I shut off my phone, I lifted it to my lips, and whispered, “I hope I completed the assignment to your satisfaction, Sir.”
I typed in Kane’s email address and sent him the video. I should’ve known better than to record myself or even send a video like that into cyberspace, but I wanted him to see what he did to me and to let him know that I knew how to obey his orders. All of his orders.
As soon as my legs stopped shaking, I fixed myself up. I slid the red, cum covered panties on—just as Kane ordered—and felt my whole body shake with desire as they touched my pussy. I smiled to myself as I pulled up my stocking and down my skirt. I might have to visit the restroom for relief again soon. I put the empty envelope in my purse.
Leaving the stall, I walked over to the mirror to see my flushed cheeks. I felt awake, alive and full of desire. Every move I made, every step I took, rubbed the cum soaked panties against my pussy and reminded me of what Kane had done. My nipples hardened under my dress and my pussy throbbed with anticipation. I had just come but was already aching to come again.
Hopefully, Kane would watch my video and reward me soon.
Chapter Nine
Kane
Sitting still at work was next to impossible. Focusing on anything was difficult. Not going down to the fifth floor and throwing Reese over my shoulder to bring her up here to fuck was excruciating.
I paced around my office, picking up documents and files before putting them down immediately. I had more than enough work to keep me occupied, but nothing held my interest or attention.
Had Reese followed my instructions? Was she wearing the dirty panties? Had she gone to the restroom and masturbated using the underwear I’d jerked off with? Seeing her in the elevator this morning had left me with a throbbing dick. Once again she was in formal office clothes that tried to hide the kinky girl that she was. A simple gray dress-suit and hose covered her sexy curves. Her wild, honey-blonde hair was up in a tight bum. The whole time we were in the elevator, the only thing I could think of was letting her hair down, wrapping my hands in it and using it to pull her pouty, pink lips over my hard cock. The thought had let me breathless and I was still semi-hard.
I’d wanted to bury my nose in Reese’s hair and inhale her intoxicating scent. Everything about her called to me. Not only was she intelligent, but she was also sarcastic and wickedly funny.
The clock showed 9.45 a.m. I slumped into my leather office chair and tapped my fingers impatiently on the arms. I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before summoning her to my office to find out if she’d followed my instructions. I wanted to call her up here, have her stand in front of my desk and pull her skirt up. Hopefully her wet pussy would be covered by the panties I jacked off with. My skin shivered at the thought of the evidence of my desire touching her like that.
Getting involved with an employee was a risky game to play, but it was a risk I would take. Reese seemed worth it. I needed a new office pet and if she passed this test, she would be perfect. My next orders would push her to her limits.
“Kane?” Melissa’s crisp, British voice came over my intercom and shook me from my thoughts. “You just received an email from Ms. Peterson in accounting. The one you told me to watch for. You really ought to give her your private email address. That would be easier. I’m sure she didn’t mean for me to see this, it looks like it contains a video of some sort.”
A video? All the blood in my body rushed south and my dick twitched beneath my trousers. “I’ll see that she gets it. Good idea, Melissa. I need you to draw up a non-disclosure agreement. Have Reese come up here at the end of the day. There are several things we need to finalize before we can go forward.”
Silence crackled through the intercom. I frowned. “You have something to say, Melissa?”
Melissa had been one of my closest and most trusted employees and friends for many years. There wasn’t a thing she didn’t know about me. She’d been with me through the dark times and had supported me no matter what. Her opinion mattered to me.
“It’s about bloody time,” she replied, and I smiled. “Before I draw up the NDA, to be safe, I’ll see what I can find out about this girl. I hope she’s exactly what you need, but isn’t she the girl who Simon was lusting after?”
“She is, or I should say was,” I confirmed. I leaned back into my chair and folded my hands together in front of me. I turned my chair, so I could look out my penthouse windows at the Manhattan skyline.
“So glad you’ve finally gotten rid of that fucker.” Melissa’s voice indicated that she was grinning.
My lips twisted into a smirk. “He won’t be bothering anyone again. See to it that he’s blackballed.”
Melissa chuckled. “Trust me, he’ll never work in this industry again, or any industry if I have my way.”
“With you on the case, I know he won’t.”
She hummed slightly in agreement. “I’m sure you have some things you’ll need to take care of once you watch Ms. Peterson’s video,” she said professionally, changing the subject. “I’ll make sure you won’t be disturbed for the next hour.” Her laughter tinkled as she hung up.
Adjusting my balls and stiffening cock through my slacks, I turned towards my desk and woke up my monitor with a push of the mouse. With trembling fingers, I clicked into my inbox and then into the email Melissa had forwarded. The one from Reese—my potential pet. There was no subject or message, but it did indeed contain a video.
In a matter of seconds, my monitor lit up with Reese’s face on it. A wicked smile curved her pink lips. The video quickly moved between her legs, and my dick lurched at the sight of her rubbing the panties against her soaked pussy. Jesus. She didn’t hold back.
Soon, she pulled the red fabric away to reveal her pussy lips spread wide and inviting. She rubbed her fingers on her clit, while her mouth was clenched tight, suppressing her moans. Watching her masturbate and finger herself was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen in my life. My cock throbbed in time with her fingers, begging me to give it some relief.
No one would dare come into my office without my say-so, and the walls were soundproof. A sharp thrill shot through me. I unzipped my pants and took out my dripping shaft. I ran my hand up and down my cock, pumping and squeezing it.
Reese slid her fingers deep inside her pussy and twisted them around. That’s it, baby, show me what you like. Once she found an angle that pleased her, she started pumping herself roughly. She held the camera close, so I could see every twitch and movement of her pussy walls. It was so personal and intimate. I could see how her lower lips plumped and gripped her fingers as she slid them in and out of herself. Her mouth was still clenched closed and I imagined what she would look like with a ball gag in her mouth. That would keep her from screaming.
Soon enough, I would have her on her knees in this very room sucking me off and swallowing me down. I tugged my cock without mercy, all the time imagining Reese’s lips wrapped around its head.
Her hands quivered as she neared her climax. Her fingers moved recklessly across her engorged clit, and the pressure building inside me neared nuclear levels.
Small moans tumbled from her lips, as she couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore. I could see her lips twisted in pleasurable agony.
Her climax hit causing the video to violently quake. Staying silent was almost impossible for her, and I watched in rapture as her inner muscles clenched and released over and over. Evidence of her arousal ran from her opening and down her butt cheeks.
Watching her come would never get old. H
ow many times over the weekend had she masturbated to thoughts of me? To thoughts of us, just as she did now. She wiped her wet, satisfied folds and clit with the used panties; cleaning herself up neatly.
I wanted those panties back, and I imagined them in my hand as I stroked harder and faster. I was near the point of no return. My back bowed off the chair, and I growled her name as hot semen erupted over my hand.
Happy and spent, I watched as she whispered into the camera. Reese had made me proud. She was going to be the perfect office pet.
The sooner I made her mine the better.
Chapter Ten
Reese
For the billionth time, I checked my inbox. Nothing. Not one thing from Kane. I didn’t even know if he’d received my video email or if the spam bots had deleted it before it reached him. It was such a disappointment. I was so excited earlier but now, I was starting to regret my impulsive actions.
I sighed loudly, something I had done a lot of today.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I spun my chair and looked at Mandy. She was one of my favorite coworkers. Her head peeked around the corner of my cubical and she gave me an annoyed look.
“I can hear you sighing three cubicles over. You’re not usually this bored.” Mandy rounded the wall of my cubical and perched on my desk. She was a little short, so her legs hung down and she swayed them in a playful manner. “Numbers not adding up?”
I scoffed. That was a typical saying for those of us in accounting. Most of the time it was a joke.
“No, I’m fine, Mandy.” I told her. “I was just expecting an email and well, it hasn’t come.”
She nodded slightly and swung her lanky ash-blonde hair over her shoulder.
“A watched pot never boils and all that.”
I giggled at her attempt to impart some wisdom.