“Aren’t you afraid someone’s going to catch you?” I asked pointedly, ignoring the fire in my dick, the need that was already starting to drip from the tip.
The girl paused for a moment, biting her lip.
“No one’s ever down here,” she said quietly. “Especially not at 7 a.m.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you afraid that someone’s going to come down here, someday maybe, like today?” I asked again, teasing her this time. “Like me?”
Tammy blushed prettily again.
“Mr. Martin,” she said slowly. “When I say no one comes down here, I really mean it. It’s sweltering 24/7 and mostly they just stock supplies in the basement, mops and brooms and stuff. The maintenance crew comes by sometimes but not this early. They work mostly at night,” she added, still biting her lip.
I thought for a moment.
“But even if no one comes by, aren’t you afraid that Luxor is logging all the sites you look at on your work computer?” I said gently. “You know your hard drive and monitor belong to Luxor, we’re tracking every site you visit.”
And at that, the girl flushed bright red again, now chewing at her bottom lip, working the luscious bow with her teeth.
“Um … no, I didn’t realize that,” she said shamefaced. “I had no idea,” she said in a small voice. “Are you going to fire me now?” she asked, raising her eyes to mine. “I know I deserve it, I know that you caught me um … in flagrante, and that I was looking at dirty porn sites on my computer, but I swear, I work hard and I can make this up to you,” she rushed. “I’ll absolutely work ten times harder and I’ll contribute to Luxor Corp., I promise.”
I laughed heartily again.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you make it up to me,” I drawled gently. “I don’t give away anything for free, it’s not how I operate. But say I give you a second chance,” I posed hypothetically. “How do I know you’re not hiding anything else up your sleeve? Do you have any other dirty secrets?” I asked pointedly, fixing her with a demanding stare.
And the girl chewed her lip again, thinking carefully. I could see a debate going on her head, little voices arguing this way and that before one finally won out. Slowly, the brunette reached into her purse and fished out a key. I quirked an eyebrow at her in silent question. And the girl fit the key into a lock in her desk before pulling open a drawer, the metal sliding smoothly on its riders, a whispering rasp.
“Mr. Martin,” she said slowly, “I … I’ve been keeping this at work. For my pleasure,” she stuttered.
And I stood to get a better glimpse, looking over her desk into the drawer, my cock punching to rock solid status for the third time in ten minutes. Because the drawer was chock full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, pocket rockets, butt plugs, things I didn’t even recognize. It was practically overflowing and my eyebrows flew off my face then, dark streaks slashing my cheekbones, the air in my lungs suddenly tight.
“And do you use all those?” I asked silkily. “Here in the women’s restroom?”
The girl was flushed again, her boobs heaving quickly, but she nodded slowly, admitting her slutty ways.
“Like I said, I’m alone most times here and by the time I get home to the Bronx, it’s almost eleven. I’m so tired that I figured it’d be easier to pleasure myself at work,” she said weakly. “It’s wrong I know, but it was my best option.”
Honestly, this was like a dream come true. The girl was so dirty, so raunchy, keeping a stash of sex toys in her desk drawer, using them at Luxor Corp. without even locking the door. And I fucking loved it. I loved the ballsiness, the sheer sexuality pouring off the woman in waves, the fact that I was ready to run my dick in her on a second’s notice.
“Well, honey, that’s something that can be fixed,” I rumbled, still in my chair. “Stress you say? Because I can do something about that right now,” I promised. And it was true. Big changes were coming her way, huge, enormous, gigantic changes … that involved her pussy wrapped around my cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tammy
It was the most humiliating day of my life. To be caught literally with my panties down as I stroked myself, by Mr. CEO himself. Oh my god, I squirmed inside, my body heating up at the shame and embarrassment. And to add insult to injury, Nick Martin was hands-down gorgeous, handsome, athletic, with a physique to die for, my cunny growing wet as I stared at him.
Because I did a lot of staring. Even though I was totally disgraced, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him every now and then, the big man looming in my office, immaculately dressed, in total control of the situation. And I saw his hard-on, the huge tent at his crotch, his cock straining against the light wool fabric. How could I miss it after all? It was protruding like the Empire State Building and a naughty little voice in my head whispered, For me? For me, Tammy Jones?