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He must have said something back, though I couldn’t hear what it was.

“Let me get my vibrator,” she said.

Like some giddy schoolgirl, Beatrice jumped off the bed. She knelt down right beside me and I panicked. Oh God, was her vibrator under the bed? Maybe, probably, and that’s where I kept mine, in a shoebox. Fuck.

Thankfully her sex toy wasn’t completely under the bed, but just under the mattress. She lifted it up and grabbed it and I prayed to every major religion(though I don’t know why any of them would care) to help me out here.

“How hard is your cock?” Beatrice asked after she’d jumped back on the bed.

I saw her panties hit the floor next to me, casually tossed aside by their owner.

“Make it harder,” she said. “Harder.”

“Oooh, you bad boy. You had a new assistant the other day? Did you fuck her? I love hearing about it. Tell me.”

I didn’t want to listen, but I had no choice. Also, I kind of did want to listen in a morbidly fascinated sort of way. It wasn’t that I wanted to usually, but when put in the position of having no alternative, it suddenly became interesting.

And apparently they were talking about me.

“You did not? You threw her on the couch in your office? My God, then what?”

I slipped! He didn’t throw me on his couch! I slipped!

“How wet were her panties? Did you take them all the way off or did you push them aside and finger her hard? No. I don’t believe it. You’re entire fist?”

This—what the fuck—I was kind of pissed. Besides the obvious annoyance of being stuck in Beatrice’s room, hiding under the bed, now I had Solomon completely lying about everything that happened in his office that day. We didn’t have sex! We didn’t even do anything of the sort, even though it was obvious he’d wanted to.

But Beatrice loved his fabrications. The vibrator buzzed, lively, and she moaned aloud while Solomon told her more about his fake sexual encounter with a temporary assistant. He told Beatrice about how he shoved my chest into the ground and told me to raise my ass up high so he could fuck me like a bitch in heat. Beatrice commented on everything, asking questions through shallow breaths as the vibrator did its work.

“Are you stroking yourself?” she asked. “How hard are you now? I’m close. I want to at the same time.”

I silently groaned.

“Alright, alright! I will. Hurry. Did you cum inside her? Tell me you did. That’s so sexy.”

Apparently in Solomon’s version of the story, he completely lambasted my cunt with his potent seed. Beatrice went off the deep end, pounding the vibrator inside of her and screaming Solomon’s name into the phone, begging him to fuck her.

Afterwards, she quieted down. The vibrator stopped buzzing and she tossed it off the side of the bed; it landed next to her discarded panties.

“My God, that was hot,” she said. “You should see if you can get her back for another day. The stories you tell me about your usual assistant are growing dull. You need to fire her soon. I’m tired of her. What if this new one is pregnant? Wouldn’t that be hilarious. Do you know if she had a boyfriend? I’d laugh.”

I gritted my teeth. How much of a bitch could someone really be?

“Ah, you have to go. Yes, I understand. No, thank you. That was amazing. You always know how to put me in a good mood. You do have it, right? Yes. Soon. Please. I can’t stand this. I want to be done with Asher and move on. Don’t just keep it on your desk out in the open. I don’t want you to get caught by something stupid like that.”

No, no, something, explanations on Solomon’s end.

“If you’re going to keep it under the lamp, make sure your idiot assistant doesn’t go cleaning around there. Not that she’s useful in the first place, I’m sure. That’s a strange place, but as long as it’s not noticeable, I’m fine with it.”

The lamp. Solomon’s office. I remembered it quite clearly from the time I’d visited. He didn’t have much in his office. Mostly a desk, a table to the side with books stacked on it, his couch, a mirror behind that, and a floor lamp next to it. The floor lamp was the kind with a conical base. Presumably hollow in the middle, where he could lift it up and place whatever they were talking about underneath it.

This, I thought, was it. My in. Except how was I supposed to get into Solomon’s office, let alone find whatever it was he wanted kept hidden?



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“No way,” Jeremy said. “No fucking way. Are you serious? Is this real life or what the fuck?”#p#分页标题#e#

Jeremy was so completely stunned after I told him what I did and what happened. I could somewhat understand, since it was a shock to me, too, but he was treating the information in a far more excited way than me. Maybe it lost some of its lustre since I’d lived through it.