“It’s coming you fucking bitch, I hope you’re ready…” then Brian grunted. His face turned red as he gave one last thrust. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load on Ashley’s face. The warm goo covered her from the forehead down to her lips.
“What the fuck,” Ashley said as she continued coughing.
“Sorry,” Brian said as he held onto the end of his dick. He handed her some toilet paper and buttoned his pants. Ashley wiped the cum from her face and her makeup smudged everywhere. By the end of it, she looked like a prostitute. She was one, technically.
He handed her a one hundred dollar bill and smiled. “I come here often,” he said, “anytime you need a little extra cash, just stop by.”
Ashley took the money as she leaned over the toilet and spit. “Thanks asshole,” she said, and covered her tits.
There was one more knock on the door followed by a muffled plea to hurry. “I’ll distract this guy and you sneak out behind me,” Brian said.
She splashed water on her face at the sink, and a line of freckles on her cheek was exposed. There was an argument outside the door and Ashley knew that was her cue. She opened the door enough to slip through and the man that waited outside was in Brian’s face screaming. He grabbed Brian by the collar and Brian raised his hands in defense.
That didn’t stop the man from punching Brian in the face.
Ashley smiled a little as she snuck by the two men. The few that remained in the bar were distracted by the fight, and Ashley was able to make a clean getaway, with the exception of an embarrassing wave to the pretty athlete with the toned ass, who laughed as she quickly walked to the door.
The weather turned cold and Ashley felt naked despite being in her dress once again. She turned to the strip club and was surprised to see Kate sitting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you would have left by now,” she said as she sat next to her.
“I couldn’t get a hold of you. I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Kate said, and handed the cigarette to Ashley who took a drag from it.
“So you’re smoking again huh?”
“First one in twenty years, but after tonight, I really felt like one. What happened to you? You look like hell.”
“It was an interesting night. I drank way too much and then lost the keys to the car, but don’t worry, the cab is on me,” Ashley said, and held up the one hundred dollar bill, “I don’t think we’ll be able to set up a threesome tonight.”
“That’s okay, I had a good time.”
On the cab ride home, the two of them kissed gently in the back seat, still in a euphoric and drunken stupor. The cab driver ran a red light as he watched them in the rear view mirror, but they made it home safely and spent the rest of the night fondling each other on Kate’s bed until they fell asleep.
Two Dicks
The weekend ended quietly. Ashley woke up early Sunday morning and left without saying goodbye like a one-night-stand. The only difference was a simple note that Kate later found on the coffee table that stated: Took a cab home. Had a great time, I’ll call you later in the week sweetie — Ashley. Then was followed by a smiley face to show sincerity. Kate spent most of the day lounging around in a robe and recounting her time at Pink and about Number Six and occasionally playing with herself.
That’s what made Monday so hard. She forgot about being forty and about her boring job as an accountant, until she was trapped behind her desk, crunching numbers and staring at a computer screen all day.
“Real life,” she muttered and sighed as she flipped the page to the quarterly profits report, a simple action that she performed on a daily basis and one she would end up regretting.
She only had one hour left in the day. She just had to finish confirming the report and she could leave. Maybe she would call Ashley and they would stay in and have dinner together and see if maybe they couldn’t recreate the magic from the weekend, but her keen eye spotted a mistake in the report before the page could finish falling into place. The numbers didn’t match the graph on the top of the page, and after a little investigating, she discovered a mathematical error, which meant the accounting department would have to start over again, from the very beginning.
“Son of a bitch,” she whispered and put her hand over her forehead. She stood and breathed in deeply to suppress the stress she felt building inside of her. “Real life,” she muttered again, and wished she could slip back into the world of fantasy and physical pleasure.
For some reason she thought work would be different that week. She thought it would be flirty and fun. A place where she could talk about her weekend in the break room and people would reveal their own sex stories and maybe make plans to hook up with each other after work, after all, there were a number of attractive people in the office. But she realized after the first hour of the day how ridiculous of an idea that was. Being confined to a cubicle all day and surrounded by numbers and papers was hardly something that inspired sexual fantasy. Perhaps she was still high from her weekend of sexual exploitation.
She knocked on the door of Brad’s office. He was the lead accountant, in charge of every profits report and known to be somewhat high strung. When you’re in charge of the losses and profits of a company, the stress gets to you. As a result, Brad wasn’t much for jokes or casual conversation.
He waved Kate into the office and motioned for her to sit while he ended a conversation with a client over the phone. Kate sat in the chair that faced his desk and tugged at her skirt to try to lengthen it. There was a picture of Brad and his wholesome wife on the corner of his desk. The two of them stood by a lake and smiled at Kate, and it felt a little like she was being judged. As she prepared for work that morning and thought about Number Six, she decided to dress as sexy as possible. She wore a skirt that ended several inches above her knees and black stockings that ended at her thighs. If she sat in certain positions people could see the lace where her stockings ended and the thought of it excited her. Her low cut top showed off her cleavage and she caught several guys peek as they passed by. The outfit pushed the boundaries of the office dress code. While it may not be sexy for say, a nightclub, it was definitely an eye catcher at work and the thought of being sent home for being too sexy turned her on. Unfortunately, those feelings weren’t the same as she sat in front of her boss’ desk waiting to deliver the bad news. She felt cold and admittedly insecure. She wished she would have taken a moment to think about what she was wearing before she left the house.
Brad hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. His tie hung loose from his collar and he sighed in exasperation. “Let me guess,” he said, “you found the error in the profits report.”
“Yes. You already know?” Kate said softly.
“Of course I know. I know everything that goes on in this fucking office.”
“So I guess that means we’re working overtime tonight.”
“No, we can’t. The profits on that report are too high. We didn’t make that much money last quarter. We can’t afford to pay everyone overtime.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“You and I are going to stay. We’ll do it ourselves. It shouldn’t take more than three hours.”
Kate nodded and went back to her desk. As everyone left, she gathered all of her files to prepare for the three hour project. It was eerily quiet without phones ringing constantly and the humming of copiers every five minutes. Most of the lights had been shut off except for Brad’s office, and it seemed very dark.
The time passed slowly but gradually they made progress. Brad’s shirt was untucked as he paced back and forth and read numbers to Kate, who punched them into a calculator. “Okay, as long as those numbers work out, all we have to do is print the new report,” Brad said as he sat down at his desk, “I’m sorry to keep you late, I know you probably had plans.”
Kate finished her calculations, then looked up at Brad, “Oh no. I had a busy weekend, so I was just going to stay in tonight.”
“Oh yeah. What did you do?”
