CHAPTER TEN
Angie
I thought we had a connection but clearly I was wrong. Because real life has been like a thump back to earth, a splash of cold water on my face. No, actually it’s more like the Ice Bucket Challenge, getting a huge cooler of cold water dumped onto your body when you least expect it because Brian and Jed are ignoring me now. After our illicit session at the wake, I’m now persona non grata, the invisible girl.
Well, not exactly invisible because I still work at their office. It would be too weird if I suddenly got fired for no reason after the funeral. But my best efforts to engage them are totally fruitless, I’m just another secretary now.
“Hi,” I murmured, stepping into the office where Jed and Brian were meeting. It was after hours, and I shut the door quietly, locking it with a snick. Just two week ago, this would have been an invitation to get down, to push their mouths into my wet snatch, for us to get naked and watch some cock go into ass.
But things have turned on a dime because both men looked up at me, curious but not overly so. Instead, they stayed seated in their chairs, ungodly handsome but the expressions on their faces impassive.
“Can we help you with something?” asked Brian smoothly, gorgeous in a dark suit, that frame relaxed behind his desk. “Something going on?”
Jed said nothing, those blue eyes looking me up and down, appraising. I thought for sure I had them, for sure Jed at least would get up and begin worshipping my puss. But I was wrong because he swung that gaze up, bland and professional, and met my eye.
“Got some filing to do?” he asked, voice smooth. “Surely you can do that outside Angie?”
I bit my lip, forcing the anger back down. What the hell? I was so much more than an average secretary, I did so much more than mindless paperwork and stupid dead-end tasks. But this wasn’t the time to get angry because I wanted to resume where we’d left off, and the way to overcome their curious standoffishness was to give them what they wanted.
“Hey Daddies,” I breathed again. “Um, no, not some filing, I have an injury and I wanted to show it to you. Maybe it qualifies for worker’s comp?”
And without hesitating, slowly I turned around, bending over a filing cabinet and flipping my skirt over my waist, baring my bum. It was all there, big, white, delicious, my rump quivering with their delicious nearness. And shooting the men another sly gaze over my shoulder, my hands crept up the back of my thighs, stroking the smooth flesh.
“Like I said Daddies, I have an injury,” I panted again, heat coursing through my pussy, sweet lips shielded only by the thinnest of wet cotton, outlining my need. “I wanted to get your opinions on whether I’d qualify for worker’s comp, after all, you’re lawyers, you’d know.”
And with that, I reached for my G-string and pulled it to the side, baring my sweet twat. As usual, I was absolutely drenched, even being in the same room with the men makes the lust run hotly between my legs. I mewled again, parting my thighs slightly to give them a better look. The flesh pulsed hotly, pink and glistening under the lights, but it wasn’t just the drip of juice down my thigh that made them lean forward. It wasn’t just the sight of the swollen female flesh, begging them for more. Because to emphasize just how much I wanted them, I’d pushed a pencil in myself so that just the eraser stuck out of my vaginal hole, tempting and teasing them.
“See Daddies?” I whispered, meeting their eyes over my shoulder. “I was sharpening a pencil and it got stuck in the wrong hole. I have an injury now, do you think I should report it?”
Tantalizingly, I shook my rump, baiting them, the pink eraser bobbing up and down in the air, so dirty and nasty. But this is the new me. I’m willing to do anything for my lovers, and sticking a pencil in my pussy hole was the least of it. I wanted hot, hard dick, ten times bigger with stiff, throbbing veins to push in me. I wanted them to yank this pencil out and push in with their shafts, giving me a deep drill that would rattle my teeth.
Jed looked about ready to pounce, in fact, one big hand was already reaching out, ready to yank that dirty pencil from my cunt and do some real damage. Hell, he’d probably push it in actually, push it in deeper to make my pussy take it, and my cunt gushed at the thought, running like a raging river.
But Brian shot his partner a warning look, and Jed’s hand fell back into his lap, although the blonde man let out a choked growl, blue eyes bright with need. Brian shook his head imperceptibly again and Jed literally roared this time before excusing himself.
“Fuck you,” he ground out. “Fuck you.”
I gasped. Was that epithet for me or Brian? It was impossible to tell because the Viking was already gone, that big frame disappeared with a flash as the door banged shut behind him. But what about me? I gasped, still bent over the filing cabinet, pussy in full view with the writing implement protruding from my twat. What about me? Why hadn’t he gone for it, why hadn’t Jed come over and pulled out that pencil with his teeth before ramming his dick in, making me scream with need?
But the answers evidently lay with Brian because once the door closed, my brother in law looked at me smoothly. To my consternation, not one hair was out of place. The alpha was perfectly composed, cool as a cucumber, relaxed at his desk despite the fact that there was a fresh, nubile girl bent over showing him her streaming privates, begging for him to lick, touch, and own.
“Brian?” I mewled helplessly, shaking my rump at him, making the pencil wiggle up and down from my secret spot. “Brian?”
The big man closed his eyes with a big sigh, and pinched the crown of his nose like a headache was coming on.
“Angie,” he began. “It’s so hard to tell you this.”
I stood still for a minute, stupefied.
“Tell me what?” I asked. “What? What is it? Is it something I did? Is it this pencil thing?” I gestured, wagging my ass again. “I thought you’d like it. I thought both of you would like it.”
Without opening his eyes, Brian leaned his head back against the chair before opening those blue eyes. God, he was so magnetic, that gaze so charismatic that my pussy shivered involuntarily, juicing again. But he wasn’t looking at my private parts, at my sweet honey hole. Instead, with the discipline of Gandhi, Brian looked only at my face, taking in my warm brown eyes and quivering pout.
But my pleading had no effect.
“Naw baby girl,” he ground out. “This is hard to explain but you’re not our type.”
I snorted, disbelieving, flipping my skirt back over my butt cheeks.
“Not your type? I don’t think so,” I said, this time putting my hands on my hips. “What happened at the funeral wasn’t a fluke, or don’t you remember? If I’m correct, you and Jed were all over me, fucking my virgin pussy until you came. Over and over again, if memory serves me right.”
Brian nodded, as though tired.
“That’s right, baby girl, but that’s the problem. Fucking a virgin pussy, and you’re not a virgin anymore.”
I choked, almost throwing up a little in my mouth.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not a virgin anymore because you took my virginity. Both of you did, taking turns drilling my pussy, or don’t you remember?”
Rage built in my small form, making me quiver angrily, but even more than that was the sense of dread in my soul. Because I could feel where this was going and it was like watching a car crash in slow mo, helpless with your hands tied as the vehicles spun towards one another. And with squealing tires and then a resounding smash, impact came.
“You’re not a virgin anymore, Angie, and Jed and I are done,” Brian said simply, steeping his hands. “Of course, you’re welcome to continue working at the firm, but this pencil thing, this worker’s comp thing, it’s gotta stop. We’re done,” he said with finality.
At that I lost it and started screeching.
“You fucking asshole!” I shrieked. “You fucked me for weeks, you did everything for weeks, and now that my virginity’s gone, you’re not interested? What the hell, are you living in the Dark Ages or something? Is that how you operate? Is that what you do, seducing teens until they give it up and them dropping them in the gutter?”
Brian shrugged tiredly.
“No, it’s not. In fact, I don’t know what’s up really,” he said, shaking his head. “Everything’s been such a shitshow since the moment Hannah died. I’m in a relationship with my law partner, don’t you get it? With another man, Angie, and it’s thrown me for a loop. Things are happening at light speed, and right now, having you around is too much.”
“So what if you’re with another man?” I asked stupefied. “I don’t care about that, I want to be with you both!”
Brian let out another exasperated growl.
“You don’t get it,” he said shortly. “You just don’t get it. You’re eighteen years old. Things have changed around here, I’ve changed, and there’s no room for you. You’re out, Ange, I’m sorry,” he said with finality, face shuttered and cold.
I stood there, stock still and shocked, the pencil clenched tight in my vagina. But it was no longer a hot, tantalizing act, because instead, the air between my thighs was frigidly chill. Now, you couldn’t get the pencil out with a plier, my vaginal muscles clenched so tight with pain and disbelief.
Because Brian was right, in a way. I didn’t get it, I absolutely didn’t understand what was happening. Why after a hot afternoon together, both men worshipping my body, was I suddenly out? Why was I being shoved to the sidelines despite my desperation to stay in the game, to live it up with the two alphas?
And pleading, I put all my cards on the table.
“Please Brian, don’t do this,” I begged, bracing myself against his desk, knees weak. “Please, don’t say that.”
But the big man merely got up, unfolding that huge frame before striding to the door and holding it open politely.
“I’m sorry Ange,” he said, tone neutral. “There’s just too much going on, and right now, we need to focus on work,” he said, pitching his voice louder than normal so that people outside could hear. “It’s time to work.”
And what could I do but obey his unspoken command? I got up and walked with silent steps out of his office. Like a zombie, I turned right and moved with frozen movements down the hall into the women’s bathroom, pausing only when I reached the sinks. With an open mouth, I looked at myself, the pale cheeks, the stunned expression in my eyes. To the outside, I was still me. I was still Angela Moore, part-time student and part-time paralegal, an eighteen year-old girl with nothing special about her to speak of. I was still me, plump and homely, working on my degree as I lived at home, comforting an aging, grieving mother.
But on the inside was only pure devastation. I was a wasteland, a blackened, charred terrain of smoking garbage, scavengers descending to eat the remnants of my soul. But there was nothing for the vultures because Brian and Jed had taken it all. The two men had pumped me up for weeks, teasing me, making me want them, making me fall in love. I’d lost my heart to their charismatic personalities, to the calm, cool and controlled way they ran their business, all-knowing, confident and sure. I’d lost my heart to the way they’d protected my sister’s memory even if she’d been a ho, to the way they’d been so kind to my mother, a widow with a broken heart.
But now it didn’t matter. I was in the trash pile. They’d decided that for their business and for their personal lives, I was just an extra, nothing essential, getting in the way of what they really wanted. So with my virginity gone, the new shine rubbed off, they were done. I was a distraction, a fun one to be sure, but with their new relationship and their law practice to run, there was no sense in making things more complicated. So I was out, tossed away like last night’s garbage.
But the problem was me. I couldn’t be ignored altogether, I was Brian’s sister in law for crying out loud, ghosting didn’t make sense. So instead, they’d done it in public. They’d waited for me to approach them at their office and then made it clear in front of others that we were all work, nothing else. So despite our illicit encounters in the past, despite the fact that they’d taken my virginity, my most precious asset, the lines were drawn now. I was to stay on my side and they’d stay on theirs.
And with slow, meandering trails, the tears began to fall. I stood in the bathroom as one large droplet after another rolled down my cheeks and off my chin, splattering on the counter. Was this really happening? Was I really going to have to keep working here, seeing Brian and Jed day after day, knowing that I wasn’t enough? They’d taken my best part, I’d reveled in giving them my virginity, only to have it all come down to nothing?
I cursed myself, fists gripping wildly at air, clenching and unclenching in paroxysms of agony. Because it was already coming true. I was in their bathroom, with their pencil in my vagina, having offered them my all. But they didn’t want it. I’d been rejected … and I was nothing but yesterday’s trash now.