Brett
I knew it was bad when I missed my morning run and chose to stay home from work in the morning. I never missed either, and I couldn’t pinpoint the reason for my feelings this day. Dinner had been incredible, making me fall for Amy’s various charms just before she ended any chance with us. I was certain that she wanted me too, seeing it in her eyes even when she ripped my heart out. I’d fallen for her as easily as I did Larisa, and I had the fresh pain to deal with because of it.
I wanted to call a woman over to my house more than anything that night, but I knew it hadn’t helped in the past as much as I’d hoped it would. I found the number by my phone and turned it over in my hands a few times on the couch before I grabbed my cell.
The woman on the other end had a strong accent, one that was clearly exaggerated. I assumed that they did this to hide their identity and decided to appreciate the fact that it reminded me of Amy, particularly when the conversation turned sexual, and I was jacking myself off like a teenage boy. This woman, this stranger, made all my fantasies with Amy come to life in some form and I was still thinking about her this morning.
That was when I sent Amy the text and reached for the number again.
We spent the day on the phone, talking as well as coming. She had a great story of being from a big family, living in Georgia before she came here to finish school. Cherie, as I knew her, was full of personality and kept me hooked as I spent hundreds of dollars just talking to her about my own life. There was something about her that felt far more genuine than any escort. Though I knew I might tire of jacking off, for now, it worked for me along with the conversation. Something was comforting about it, and I finally ended the last call to get off my ass and hit the gym in my building.
I felt sore and tired before I started on the treadmill with my ear buds in, keeping me motivated with some hard music. I felt myself loosening up and took a deep breath as I felt eyes on me as I looked around the room to see a woman staring at me from the vending machine. She was pretty with light red hair and a smoking body, but I knew that I was at my limit with sex for the day. I merely looked forward and focused on the difficult climb ahead of me on the machine and the hot shower afterward.
Like an addict, I jerked off in there as well with Amy in my mind. She was bent before me, spread open and ready as I mounted her like an animal. I knew that she’d be wrapped so tight around me and I stroked myself harder as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play on. Her cries and the way she pushed back against me is what made me shoot all over my shower wall, crying out her name.
It had merely been a week since she began working for me and I dropped down to the floor as I inhaled the steam surrounding me. I had to let this go, even though the attraction had been strong since around a month ago when I interviewed Amy. I had no idea that it would turn to this.
I resisted the urge to call Cherie, telling myself that it would save some money as I turned in for an early night. That wasn’t any kind of issue, but I needed to sleep tonight and be at the office tomorrow.
I arrived early as always, bright-eyed after a run. Everyone looked at me in shock, probably since I missed the previous day of work. That was a rare occurrence for me. I greeted the staff and headed to my office to find Amy at her desk, warming up her computer and preparing for the day. There was no doubt in my mind that she had gotten the same looks, making me make a mental note to observe the situation and quell any kind of talk in the building.
“Good morning,” I greeted her softly as she blinked and looked up at me. She was wearing green, and it made her skin glow even as she yawned. I wasn’t stupid and knew what else could cause that kind of glow, but Amy had the right to be with anyone that she wanted to now.
“Good morning,” she responded with a soft smile, almost apologetic. “Did you have a relaxing day off?” I noticed the flush cover her cheeks as she spoke and nodded.
“It was unusual for me, but yes,” I felt myself harden at the memory of Cherie’s voice as I grinned and she smiled wider. “I suppose we’ll be making up for it today. Want to get some coffee?”
Amy laughed and nodded as she stood, revealing the dress that she wore with heels, making her look downright edible. I looked back over the week and hoped that she’d be quick to get over as well as fall for, following her as I tried not to notice her hips rocking back and forth, displaying the ass that was in my memory from last night.
We made our individual cups, and she joined me for a rundown of what needed to be done for the day. Amy was professional today though always kind and I appreciated that she wasn’t the kind of woman to act bitchy after the type of conversation that we’d had. This might work out well, given some time. I couldn’t help but think about Cherie at some point during the day, and I took a moment to dial her number, disappointed when I reached her voice mail. I laughed, knowing that I couldn’t act anything out in here anyway and set the phone down without leaving a message. I’d call her later, but still, I wondered what she was doing right now. Did she have another job? I knew little about Cherie though I didn’t know how much she wanted to reveal about herself. She was a phone sex operator after all, though she seemed like much more to me. I still had feelings for Amy that overwhelmed me, but they had to be pushed back. I had to respect her wishes.
I left for lunch, leaving Amy at her desk as I reminded her to take her own. She smiled at me and glanced down at a phone screen that looked like a different one than her company phone. Of course, she has a personal phone. Who wouldn’t? I was lucky to know one of her numbers, and I’d never push for two. I ended up going to a deli with one of the managers from New York, who made everything worse as he chatted about Amy and how great she seemed. I nodded in silent agreement before changing the conversation to the company and prospects for the upcoming year. We ended the lunch on a good note, and I went back to work feeling good about at least one thing in my life.
Amy was gone, making me assume that she went to lunch after I did. I went back into my office and started to return some emails, jotting down meetings that had to be scheduled and restaurants that I preferred. Amy was learning quickly, but she was still adjusting to fine dining in Los Angeles. I longed to show her more but that was finished, apart from any business-related meals. I assumed that Cherie was as well, making me hope that I might meet someone to date sometime soon. I was tired of just fucking at this point. I wanted something real for a change.
I left for the night, walking out with Amy as she seemed to rush. “Plans tonight?” I asked curiously as she blushed.
“Not really, no. I don’t know why I’m jumpy.” Amy was clearly covering something up, and I felt a little disappointed that she already seemed to find someone new. I knew that she was never mine, to begin with, and I thought about my own evening. I hoped to talk with Cherie, though friends were nagging me to hang out with them. I was well-known as a workaholic, and they reminded me often that going out was a good idea, and not just to find a warm body for the night. I promised my friend Jason that I’d meet him at a bar tomorrow night, claiming that work was busy today.
Lies, all lies.
I grabbed a burger for dinner, vowing to start cooking again as I walked into my house. I changed into workout shorts and sat down on the couch to eat as I caught up on a hockey game. I had the windows wide open, getting the noise of the cars and people down on the streets as I wondered if Cherie was available tonight.
It turned out she was and answered the phone on the first ring. She sounded anxious, and I teased her about missing me as she giggled sexily on the other end of the line. I asked her how her day was and she told me good before asking me about mine. All she knew was that I worked at an office and I’d downplayed my position as just a supervisor. I told her that it went smoothly and she asked about the woman that I worked with and how that went. I told her that it was over and she asked if I was all right with that again.
Somehow, the conversation turned around to my marriage and the affair with my stepdaughter, something that shocked Cherie. She didn’t seem to judge me and instead, asked how hot it was to be fucking two women at once. She went as far as to ask if there was ever a threesome, which prompted me to admit that I did have one with my son and stepdaughter, who were together now. That stunned her even more, but it seemed to stir up her desire, and she was soon coming over the phone for me. I loved the sound and reached down my shorts to jerk myself off as I listened, groaning as my release edged closer quickly. I’d been wanting this all fucking day, and I moaned her name as I shot inside of my clothes, assuring her that it was all for her. It was heading there, and she giggled slowly as I closed my eyes.
I’d admitted that I never called anyone before like this and she asked me in the slow, post-orgasm voice how I liked it so far. I told her that I’d love to have her in my bed and fuck her senseless as she let out a low moan. I also assured her that she was hot as hell and turned me on every time that we spoke, both physically and mentally.
The days progressed with lots of conversation and growing sexual encounters. I got Cherie to admit that she had a few toys and convinced her to use some on herself, using the speaker phone so I could hear every vibration and moan as they occurred.
I noticed as the next few weeks passed that Amy looked flushed and a little tired. She must be staying up late as I was and I was mildly jealous of the man that had her time. We were both cheerful, though, and I knew that I was riding the high that was Cherie and she must be doing the same. We made a great team at work, and the attraction was fading, though still there. We just didn’t acknowledge it and went about our business, making me realize that I couldn’t have a better assistant. I wouldn’t trade her for the world, no matter how things turned out.