CHAPTER 3
Amy
I closed the door and let out my breath. That woman was an escort, not that I didn’t know that already. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was doing her job in the room behind me as I sat down and glanced down at the papers in my hand.
I heard something against the wall as I sat down at my desk. I winced and realized that this didn’t need to be done tonight, as it was for a future client. He wanted me to hear this.
There was something that Brett didn’t know, something that most people didn’t know. I had a lot of school loans to pay back, and I had a second job at night and on weekends. I had three phones since I was a phone sex operator during my free time. It’s not something that I advertised on a resume or even casual conversation, but it brought in a lot of money and an odd sense of pride in the fact that I was helping people.
The phone calls weren’t always about sex, but my mind jumped right into the fantasies that I’d been harboring since I first laid eyes on my boss. He was sexy and gorgeous, and I sensed that he knew what to do with a woman. I wondered what he would do with me if I were in there instead of the escort, frowning as I heard a moan. I knew that he had a big desk in there that he could throw me over, back or stomach, and have his wicked way with me. I imagined his fingers stroking my now throbbing clit, inside of me and bit my lip. I kept myself aware of my surroundings as I let this play through my mind, though it was emptying out increasingly.
Would he fuck me with his fingers or his tongue? The idea of his face between my legs teasing me and tasting me made the juices seep into my lace underwear as I held back a moan that mirrored the one coming from the office behind me, and I stared forward for a moment.
I suspected that Brett liked to be in control and I let my mind wander as the image of him tying me up against some headboard on a bed, hands and feet. I pictured my legs spread wide for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
Fuck, I was horny. That didn’t happen a lot, even with my other job. I could separate it, but right now, I needed to come. I looked around the main room, seeing it empty and feeling the silence around me as I focused. I slipped my hand under my desk, working my hand under my skirt and underwear as I spread my legs. My desk was big so nobody would suspect a thing if I kept control of myself. I found myself wet and slipped a finger into my folds, seeking the swollen clit that needed friction. I hadn’t slept with someone in a while, and I was entirely too familiar with my toys, so I let the images play through my mind as I worked myself towards a much-needed orgasm.
I pictured myself on my knees, tied up in his bed as he fucked me from behind. In the fantasy, he was thick and long and filled me completely as he took me over and over. It wasn’t gentle, and he even smacked my ass a few times. I held back a groan as two of my fingers slid inside myself. Oh, fuck. I was turned on, and I kept my eyes open.
I knew that asshole was on the couch right behind me based on the noises that I was hearing. There were bumps and cries, and I hated him at that moment for tormenting me. Joss let out a long moan that sent me over the edge as a violent release took me over, making me struggle to control myself.
Once I had regained composure, I went to wash up in the bathroom. I returned to my desk and stared at the papers that made no sense, knowing the intent behind them. I shut off my computer, locked up my iPad and left work for the night. Let him fire me, since I couldn’t manage anything in this state of mind. I could find a job with an unattractive boss that didn’t invite sluts to his office.
I went to get some dinner on the way home and unlocked my apartment, one that was a touch nicer than it should have been. I lived alone, and I wanted something safe and nice to call my own for now, and I made the money to back that up. I closed the door and locked it, dropping my stuff on the table and taking a deep breath as I played back the day. Did I really get myself off at my job of two days listening to my boss fuck another woman, or close?
I used to separate my life so well. I didn’t mix the sexual nature of one job with the organized style of the other parts of my life. Everything had its place.
I showered and changed into my leggings and a big shirt, pulling out my work phone from my drawer. I glanced at the one that Brett gave me, seeing nothing on the screen that suggested I was fired or that he even noticed my absence. Pity.
I turned on the client phone and turned on the television to mute, glancing at the images on the screen as I let it warm up. This job was all mine, and I made my hours as needed, only making myself available when I wanted to. It was a good salary no matter the hours, and if I kept this current job, the combination of the salaries would be generous. I’d be out of the woods well before the standard time, paying the minimum with one job.
My work phone chimed, and I set the other one down to walk over to my purse.
Brett: You left without doing the report.
Me: Family emergency. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting to tell you but trust that the report will be completed tomorrow. Unless, of course, I’m fired?
Brett: No, you’re not. You can finish it tomorrow.
Me: Have a great night.
It seemed perfect that my client phone rang and I answered it, finding it to be an older man that recently lost his wife. We’d formed a connection on a few levels, talking about her as well as the loneliness that he experienced over the last year. He was also a kinky man and tonight, I was going to make that work for both of us.
I never used my real name, and I tried to keep my voice neutral with clients. I didn’t get personal, but tonight I led the conversation straight to sex and let him hear me as I came from the words. It wasn’t for him, but he would never know that. It was all for Brett, and I just changed the names as I jerked with my releases. They were hard and long, making me pleased that they only fueled Robert on.
I decided I might take this job to that level from now on since it worked out for both myself and the client. I had a longer night than usual, talking to Robert and a few others long into the early morning and passing out afterward.
What was Brett doing to me and how would this end?