She cocked her head as she peered at me. "You're a strange one, sweetie, you know that?"
Her hands drifted down, and I heard her quietly gasp as she found that I was actually hard again.
"You really did get off on it, didn't you?" she said.
"Part of me," I said cautiously, more than a little wary of giving her the idea that I was all right with her inviting Brandon over for another session. "It was an adventure, I guess. It was shocking, and yet somehow the shock made me feel… alive. And when you were looking at me, and I got the impression you were only coming because I was there to watch - that was hot."
"That was the only reason I came," she said, her fingers squeezing me now, slowly pumping my cock once again. As I looked down at her doing it, I noticed her nipples were rock hard. "I told you Brandon never made me come before, right?"
I nodded. "I figured that really, it was me making you come - Brandon was just a prop. Like a sex toy or something."
"But it did hurt - you were jealous?"
"I guess. After a while, it seemed to all blend into this weird mix of emotions," I said, probably not making myself entirely clear. "I thought at first it was because I should be able to please you by myself. But then, I guess I figured that actually, you're better than that."
"You're crazy."
"What can I say? You're my goddess - and I guess I believe all men should worship you."
Zoey giggled, echoing in the shower. It was quite the most heavenly sound. "I like your ambition, sweetie, but I don't think I could handle all men."
I smiled, my hands now finding their way to her breasts, as she continued to use one hand to pump my cock, the other to cup my sac. I said: "I felt like you deserved that much pleasure, after what I'd done to you. And realized that the only thing I really feared was losing you, because you guys used to go out."
"Oh, hey, you know there's no chance - "
"I know," I said. "But that was my only real fear."
She nodded, looked up at me with that pretty mouth curled upwards in a wry smile. "So you'd feel better if it was a guy I'd never met before?"
"And one you'd likely never meet again," I shrugged.
Zoey laughed. "Maybe we should have invited that pizza delivery guy in earlier, huh?"
"Oh, you liked the look of him?" I laughed. "Maybe we should dial out for another pizza."
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3. BALANCE OF POWER
He was weak, and I was strong — then —
So he let me lead him in —
I was weak, and he was strong then —
So I let him lead me — home.
- Emily Dickinson, He was weak, and I was strong — then
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Chapter Twenty-One
We were awake really early - Zoey had said previously that for Ms Jenkinson, first thing in the morning meant 7am sharp.
I dressed in my clothes from the previous day, but figured that a slightly crumpled shirt and jacket was not going to be the key issue that would either save or end my job at the company. Zoey looked immaculate, of course, in a suit that appeared rather conservative compared to the racy outfits she'd been displaying about the office recently.
We were both nervous as naughty schoolchildren as we arrived outside our CEO's office at the duly appointed time. It made me feel like standing at the school principal's door again, waiting to be punished for flicking rubber bands at the back of Olivia Markam's neck in math class - only in this case, it wouldn't be a sharp rebuke and ten weeks of Saturday detentions, it would be a complete change in our lives - out on the street, chasing shelf-stacking supermarket jobs. I'd never even been up to this floor of our building.
"Come," we heard Ms Jenkinson's voice clearly. It sent an icy shiver through my whole body.
Our chief executive had an office you could have fit almost our whole department into. Taking up much of the floor space between the door and her desk were two expansive yet minimalist white leather sofas either side of a long glass coffee table. At the end, Ms Jenkinson appeared poised and almost regal behind a desk that could have controlled the Starship Enterprise, her blonde hair tied neatly back, her elegant face perfectly made up, her suit as immaculate as Zoey's.
The views from the windows out over the Inner Harbor were breathtaking - how anyone could get any work done with such a panorama available, I'd couldn't ascertain.
"You've been getting good results," Ms Jenkinson said as we lined up in front of her. "I like that. I happen to be of the opinion that good results justify the means, even if those means are somewhat unconventional."
Somewhat unconventional. I mulled those words around in my mind for a moment, and a tickle of hope flickered within my chest. I glanced over at Zoey, but she was faced firmly forwards, the picture of attentiveness. I took my lead from her, and snapped back to attention.