I realized I had no place to clean my cum-covered hand. I couldn't walk down to the bathroom like this. I stared at the cum in my palm for a moment, then started licking it up. The taste was bitter and strange, but somehow, once I started, I couldn't get enough of it.
“God, Jillian,” Jack said, stroking my hair. “You're something else.”
I looked up at him, my eyes wide. “Is...is that a good thing?”
He smiled and laughed, nodding. “Yes, indeed. Though that was quite unexpected.”
“It was?” I sat there, timid and unsure of myself. I'd thought that was what he wanted. Why else would he have called me here, if not for this?
Jack zipped himself up, taking a moment to adjust his clothing. He walked over to a minibar in the corner, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He opened a cabinet underneath the counter and pulled out a small hand towel.
He came back over to me, handing me the water and the towel. I smiled shyly at him, then wiped my hands and face clean. Some of Jack's cum had spilled on my dress. I poured a bit of water onto the towel and dabbed at the sticky spots on my dress, trying my best to clean it up. I couldn't go back out into the office looking like I'd just sucked the boss's cock.
I closed my eyes and savored that thought for a moment. I'd just sucked his cock. It was thrilling to think about it. I could still taste it. I felt dirty, but in a wonderful way. It was new and scary and exciting all at the same time.
Jack sat down behind his desk, taking a few deep breaths. He looked up at me.
I took a sip of water, washing the taste of his cum from my mouth. I sat there, holding the water bottle. I looked down at the floor. I felt somehow simultaneously thrilled and ashamed of myself. I'd done something stimulating and dangerous, but at the same time, I'd crossed a line, doing this in the office. My heart was still racing. I couldn't clear my thoughts enough to find anything to say.
“Jillian,” Jack said. “As amazing as that just was, I'm afraid we still need to talk.”
“Of course,” I said, nodding without looking up at him.
Neither of us said anything for a long moment.
“I'm not sure how much you remember about our night in Vegas,” Jack said. “But it left us with a certain...legal complication.”
I thought about the wedding ring, hidden in my purse, back at my desk. I nodded again. “That's one way of putting it.”
Jack took a deep breath. “I'm sure you'll understand that I didn't intend for this to happen.”
I nodded once more, my face scrunching up as I felt tears welling in my eyes. I sensed something in his tone. I didn't like it. I was starting to get the feeling that Jack had called me here for something other than a blowjob.
“I don't want this to turn into anything messy,” he said. “I mean...you're an amazing girl. A beautiful girl.”
I took a shuddering breath. I could tell where this was going. I braced myself for the blow.
“I just hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of you,” Jack said. “Especially considering what we just did. Which was amazing, by the way.”
I smiled and shrugged. “I was trying my best.”
“No one has ever made me feel so amazing,” Jack said. “If circumstances were different, perhaps we...”
He sighed, shaking his head. He folded his hands on top of his desk. “Jillian, please don't think poorly of me. I didn't bring you up here to have you do this for me. I'm grateful for it, but that's not why you're here. We need to talk about the marriage.”
I dabbed at my eyes with a clean corner of the towel. “You want to get divorced,” I said.
I wasn't surprised. Not really. We had been drunk, and neither of us had really known what we were doing. And more than that, Jack was a millionaire, not to mention my boss. He wouldn't want to be married to a lowly Social Media Coordinator. He was probably afraid that I would try to take half of his money.
I didn't want his money, though. I mean, it sure would be nice to be able to pay off my student loans and buy myself a car that didn't break down all the time, but I didn't want to do it by taking advantage of my boss. That wouldn't have been right. I wasn't that sort of person.
“I think,” Jack said, “that an annulment would be best. Less messy, legally speaking. And considering the way we got married, it should be a fairly straightforward process.”
I nodded. I didn't know much about the legal processes of divorce and annulment. But if this is what Jack thought was best, then I would go along with it. It wasn't as if I'd been expecting us to stay married. We hadn't even been dating. There was no reason to expect he'd want to remain married to me under circumstances like that.
Part of me regretted the idea of our short-lived, drunken marriage ending so soon. After all, I'd given my virginity to Jack. I'd just come in here and sucked his cock. And now it felt like he was breaking up with me. That might have been a silly way to look at it, considering that we hadn't really been in a relationship to begin with, but it was hard to fight the feeling.
“I can send some paperwork to you as soon as it's ready,” Jack said.
I nodded. “All right. Is...is that all?”
“Well, I...” Jack cleared his throat. He looked me up and down. “I'm not sure what else to say.”
I got up, straightening my skirt. “All right. I'll get back to work then.”
I headed for the door, keeping my head down. Jack stood up, and for a moment I thought he was going to say something else, but he let me walk out of the room without saying a word.
I hurried back to my desk as fast as I could. A few of my coworkers looked at me as I left Jack's office. I wondered if they knew. If they'd heard what we were doing. If they had noticed the stains on my dress.
I didn't make it to my desk before the tears started to come. I ducked into the ladies' room, shutting myself inside a stall. I grabbed a handful of toilet paper to use as tissues, and I let the tears stream down my face.
I felt like a complete and utter fool. I'd gone into Jack's office somehow expecting he wanted to be with me. That he might want a relationship with me. I'd thought there was some kind of connection between us. I'd been sure I'd felt the spark of something. Something special. I'd given myself to him, done what I could to try to make him happy, only to have him cast me aside when he was done with me.
I told myself that it would all be better once the legal paperwork was filed. Maybe I could just go back to work and forget that this all had ever happened.
Though I knew, deep down, that I'd never be able to forget our first night together. I promised myself that I would hold that memory in my heart forever.
4
Jack
I made a call to my lawyer as soon as Jillian left the room.
I couldn't help but feel horrible about how things had gone. Perhaps it had been a mistake to let Jillian go down on me. I hadn't planned on having that happen. And for a moment, when she'd first started touching me, I'd thought about stopping her. But what man could say no to a blowjob? Especially one from a cute, young redhead who had been so eager to please.
I felt guilty about it now, but it had been absolutely amazing. If Jillian weren't my employee, not to mention nearly half my age, things could have been a lot different.
My lawyer answered the phone. “Jack. How are things?”
“Hello, Gary. I have a situation I need our help with.”
“Uh-oh. Something go wrong with that new deal you just closed?”
I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing my fingers against my forehead. “No. It's...it's a bit more complicated. It has to do with a girl.”
I explained the situation as best as I could. I had to fill in some of the details based on the paperwork I'd found from the wedding chapel, since my memory on the subject was still a bit foggy. I skipped any of the sexual details, however. I didn't want to admit to Gary that I'd slept with my employee, or that I'd let her suck my dick a few minutes ago, right here in my office. Not only could i
t add legal complications to the annulment, it would also bring a private matter out into the open. I didn't want to put Jillian through that embarrassment.
When I was finished, Gary was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Jesus Christ, Jack. You really sat in it this time, didn't you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know. How long is it going to take to take care of this?”
“That depends on a few factors. You're not in a relationship with this girl, are you?”
“No,” I said. “She works for me, that's all. I'd barely said two words to her the entire time she worked here, before this past weekend.”
“That's good.” I could hear Gary typing away on his keyboard, taking notes about the issue. “Did you sleep with her?”
I was silent.
“Jack? Jack, this is important. An annulment is based on the idea that the marriage isn't legally valid. Lack of consummation is usually a question that comes up during the process.”
I thought about fessing up, but I couldn't. I wanted to do whatever I could to protect Jillian's privacy and her reputation. After a moment's thought, I said, “I don't remember the first night too well. We did wake up in bed together, so maybe something happened. But if it did, it was because we were too drunk to know what we were doing.”
I knew that was only a half-truth. I truly didn't remember the first night very well. But I certainly remembered the next morning, when Jillian had woken me up with my cock in her mouth. When I'd pinned her down on the bed and had my way with her. It had been an impulsive thing, when I'd been swept up in a moment of lust. But I couldn't deny it.
I didn't tell any of that to Gary, though. It would just make things more complicated.
“All right,” Gary said. “If that's all, then it shouldn't count against you at all.”
“How long is this going to take?” I asked.
“Not too long, I hope,” Gary said. “Thing about Vegas is, they're used to this sort of thing. Happens all the time. It shouldn't be too tough to get the paperwork pushed through. I'll just need you and the girl to sign off on it.”
“That's fine. Send it over as soon as it's ready.”
I hung up the phone, then got up and paced around my office. I had a lot of work to be doing, getting things ready for the new software deal with Empire Labs. But I couldn't think about anything else but Jillian. The embarrassment she must be suffering. The fear she might have for her job security. The softness of her lips, as they...
I shook my head, trying to banish such thoughts. She was my employee. I couldn't think of her in such a way.
I walked over to the door and used a finger to pry open the blinds, just enough to peek out through the window. I couldn't see Jillian's office from mine. She was about as far away from me as she could be and still be in the same building.
The rest of the office seemed to be going about their work like normal. There was a lot to be done, and everyone was good at their jobs. I didn't hire slackers, and I didn't keep people on who didn't pull their weight.
I thought about going to find Jillian. To talk to her more. Explain things. See how she was feeling. But I worried that doing so would only make the situation more complicated.
I let go of the blinds, turning back to my desk. I sat down, checking my computer. I had some emails from my assistant, asking me to speak with her regarding a few important issues. Normally, she would have walked right into my office to talk to me. The closed door had thankfully deterred her from doing so.
I sent her a message back, telling her to come see me as soon as she was ready. Then I got to work, trying to banish thoughts of Jillian and her soft little lips from my mind.
5
Jillian
I didn't hear much from Jack for the next few weeks. I came to the office, hid at my desk, and did my work, avoiding contact with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. I had never exactly been a social butterfly, but these days, I felt even more awkward around the office. I was married to the boss, and while no one knew, I spent every day in fear that my dark secret would be revealed.
When I happened to cross paths with Jack in the office, he would give me a nod and say hello, just like he always had. But sometimes, there were these lingering moments, when his eyes would lock onto mine. Then I would notice his gaze drop down to my lips, or my chest, and a slight twinkle would enter his eyes. I could tell what he was thinking about, and in truth, I was thinking about the same thing. More than once I'd fantasized about slipping into his office, locking the door, and throwing myself down onto his desk, asking him to take me right then and there. I'd spent many nights in my shower, with the massage setting on, thinking about the things I would have Jack do to me. But I couldn't let those fantasies come to fruition. It would just make the situation that much more of a mess.
I came home from the office one morning to find a large manila envelope in my mailbox. It was addressed to me, with a return address stamp that read, “Offices of Gary Frederick, Esq.” I had no idea who that was or why they would be mailing something to me.
I went inside, tearing open the envelope. There was a stack of legal paperwork inside. The heading on the first page read, “Petition to Annul Marriage with No Children or Property.”
I sat down at my kitchen table, staring at the words. I had been expecting this, but it still caught me off guard. I was surprised that Jack had told his lawyer to send me the paperwork in the mail. It seemed like such an impersonal approach. I would have hoped that Jack would at least call me down to his office to go over the paperwork in person. Though considering what had happened the last time he called me down to his office, I supposed I couldn't blame him. He was probably worried that I would pounce on him again.
I skimmed the papers, not really absorbing all of it. It had some basic facts and figures: Jack's name, date of birth, and address, along with mine. I supposed that he had gotten my address from my personnel file. There was a simple summary of the reason for the annulment: lack of consent on the part of both parties. A fancy way of saying we were too drunk to realize what we were doing.
The second page declared that no children had been born during the marriage, and that no property had been accumulated. The last page already bore Jack's signature. There was a space there waiting for mine.
I searched for a pen. Part of me wanted to just get this over with. But by the time I dug a pen out of a drawer, I just put it back. I wasn't ready to sign the papers yet. It seemed wrong, somehow. I didn't know much about the legal definitions involved, but to my understanding, getting an annulment meant that our marriage had never technically existed in the first place. That it was null and void, as if we'd never had any kind of relationship.
Maybe that was true on some level. We hadn't been dating before we got married, that much was for sure. But there had been something between us. We'd been in bed together. He'd taken my virginity. I'd sucked his dick. Maybe that didn't add up to a relationship, or warrant a marriage, but saying that it was void seemed like an insult to what we had shared together. It would be a lie.
I set the paperwork aside, unable to face it yet. Maybe I would talk to Jack about it first. I didn't know how I would bring the subject up, but I had to at least try.
The following Monday, I put on a nice violet floral dress before heading into the office. It wasn't the kind of thing I normally wore—more of a “date” dress than a “professional” dress. It showed a bit of skin, and I liked the way I looked in it. While I was looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed my breasts seemed more full than usual. I marked it off as just the way the dress lifted them up and accentuated my cleavage, though a niggling little voice in the back of my mind told me it might be something more.
I headed into the office, telling myself I would go straight to Jack's office. I strode down the hall, ignoring the coworkers who tried to greet me. I was a bundle of nerves, and my stomach had been churning for days. I felt bile rising to my throat on the way to Jack's office. I put a hand to my mouth, detouring int
o the bathroom. I felt like I was going to throw up.
I spent awhile in the bathroom, rinsing my mouth out and trying to calm myself down. I told myself it was just nerves, but deep down, I knew it was something else. I'd been nauseous for days, and trying to tell myself that I'd just come down with a bug or something. But I was having trouble ignoring that little voice any longer.
I pulled out my phone and opened my Period Tracker app, just to confirm what I already suspected. I was a couple of weeks past due. I'd been too stressed out in the last few weeks to really pay attention to what time of the month it was, but I couldn't ignore it any longer.
I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face. Then I headed out of the bathroom and down the hall to the elevator. Technically I wasn't supposed to leave the office in the middle of the day, but there was a drug store right down the block. I would be back quick.
Before I made it to the elevator, one of my coworkers stopped me. “Jillian?” she asked. “Jack's been looking for you. He wants to see you in his office.”
I froze in my tracks. I should have been expecting this. He was no doubt wondering why I hadn't sent back the paperwork yet. Or maybe he just wanted to ask me if I had any questions about the forms.
“I'll...I'll be right there. I just...forgot something in my car. I'll be right back.”
“All right,” she said. “I'll tell him.”
I got into the elevator, heading downstairs. The drug store was within walking distance. I moved as quickly as I could in my heels, wishing I'd worn more sensible shoes. I headed inside and went right to the “Family Planning” aisle. I'd always laughed at those signs; it really should have been called the “Oops I Didn't Use a Condom” aisle.”
There were about a million different options, and I didn't know which to choose. I grabbed three different name-brand tests, figuring that I could use a second or third opinion if I didn't like the results of the first one.
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