“You can’t not hire me,” Ed hissed. His light brown eyes, calm and pleasant only about an hour ago, were now narrowed into slits and blazing with fury. The large table prevented Cheryl from seeing his hands, but she wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were balled into tight fists and moving about frantically in his lap. The man was in a rage, all right. Who wouldn’t be, after what she had done to him? She had practically stepped on the man’s future, sending it back into the dark and hazy state it was in before he had been granted the interview and with it a glimmer of hope.
Stay calm, Cheryl told herself mentally. You can’t let your emotions rule this time. You know how that went the last time. It’s your job on the line too. Screw this up, and your future’s going to be as dark as this man’s.
“Mr. Collins, as much as I would like to give you the go signal, I just can’t,” Cheryl said coolly, trying to sound as professional as possible. She glanced down at Ed’s file, pretending to read something from it. Which was a total act, of course, as she had known everything she needed to know about the man by heart. It was all part of the job.
“Why not?” Ed demanded. “I met all the qualifications. I have the considerable amount of experience tucked under my belt. I know a lot about the projects your company usually deals with. I have some friends in all the high places. I can name names, and you can ask them for my credentials.” He leaned closer to the desk and looked at Cheryl’s face earnestly. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I’m not dropping names. You can check them out right now if you want.” He fished in his pocket and took out his cell phone. “Here, you can use my phone. I have their numbers on my contacts list.”
His desperation made her feel sad. She genuinely liked the man and agreed that he fit all the qualifications to a tee. But there was something in his answers during the interview that raised red flags in her gut, and it was on her gut feel that she relied. It was her infamous gut feel that made her indispensable in the firm, the gut feel that gave the company not only the right people but also the best people. Cheryl’s human relations skill was not unknown in the workforce, and her ability to weed out the creams of the crop from the dicks was almost legendary. Yet she was human too, of course, as proven from the fiasco that ran a few months back. It was the only time in her considerable career that she had messed up majorly. For that feat alone, the higher-ups had agreed to let her hold on to the job. The warning she received wasn’t pretty, though, and it was all she had to think about from stopping herself from changing her no to a yes in Ed’s case.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Collins, but my answer’s fixed,” Cheryl responded. She didn’t even reach out and attempt to touch the phone, which found its way back to its owner’s pocket. “You’re gifted and talented, and you have an impressive work experience after you. But unfortunately, you’re not what we’re looking for. There’s more to a person than their skills or work experience, see. We’re looking for the overall package, the absolute deal.” She placed Ed’s file down her desk. “Again, I’m sorry, but my answer’s a no. And that’s fixed.”
Ed wasn’t deterred. “That’s bullshit,” he said. His voice remained calm enough, but his eyes told of a different story. Cheryl could see and feel the pure fury emanating from those lovely brown eyes. The contrast was amazing, and she found it hard to look away from the man’s poisonous gaze. It was incredible how a pair of eyes could look warm and kind and blaze with fury at the same time.
Oh, boy. Here we go again, she thought wearily. It all came with the job, of course, and she was used to dealing with tempers that came from people born with short fuses, but it didn’t mean that she liked doing it at all.
Cheryl crossed her legs, and she felt her bare thighs brush against each other. It was part of her self-imposed rules that she go commando during interviews. Beneath her stiff and crisp tailored jacket and knee-length A-line skirt, she wasn’t wearing an inch of underwear. Going commando gave her a secret kind of power, something she needed to give off during interviews. It thrilled her that the potential employers, usually more male than female, went on yakking about how they fit the job position this and that while having no idea that a few steps from them the female interviewer was as naked underneath as the day she was born. Several times she had considered flashing the male applicants, but she hadn’t gotten around to doing it just yet. She had yet to muster up the courage to do so. Besides, what would her bosses say if they ever find out?
Being the pricks that they are, they’d probably beg for a flash or two as well, she thought, and sighed inwardly. She figured some people were just born that way.
Cheryl turned her attention back to Ed. “Call it whatever you want, Mr. Collins, but I’m not changing my answer,” she said, her voice becoming colder. She shifted in her seat, and feeling how her thighs brushed against each other, she felt that surge of power again, her secret knowledge doing miracles to her confidence level. She felt a man like Ed Collins wasn’t the type to back down without a fight, and she was determined to be prepared should that moment come.
“I can’t believe you,” Ed said. The fury had not gone from his eyes, but his voice had lowered down a notch. “I’m never the type to beg, Ms. Hawkins, but I’m begging you now.” His brown eyes met Cheryl’s hazel ones. “Please, I need this job so bad. You just can’t . . . you just can’t say no. You just can’t refuse me like this.”
Cheryl’s sympathy turned into revulsion. She couldn’t stand it when people begged, when they lowered their standards for something. She was appalled that someone as rough looking and sturdy as Ed Collins would go around begging her for another chance at a yes. She studied him with an irritated look. “You just sealed the deal with that childish begging, Mr. Collins,” she told him, irritation evident in her tone. “The company doesn’t need beggars. We do away with such people.” Her hazel eyes burned into his brown ones. “I was right in saying no all along. I knew it would come to this. I’m not sorry I said no, and I’m not sorry for listening to what my gut had told me all along.” She glanced at the clock mounted right above the door. “We’re past the allotted time, Mr. Collins. You may now leave. Again, I’m sorry, but we have to do what we have to do.” She began gathering the papers strewn all over her desk.
Ed did not move an inch. He remained seated, staring at her intently with eyes that still blazed of rage and fury, telling her he was far from pleased by her firm refusal. She ignored his poisonous gaze and went on fixing her desk.
“I bet you’re being a bitch because you haven’t been fucked in years,” Ed spoke up.
His words caught Cheryl by surprise, and she froze for a moment. “Excuse me?” She heard right, but she wanted to be sure.
The nerve of this man! she screamed inside her head.
“I said you’re just being cold and callous because no man ever went to bed with you,” Ed answered calmly. “You’re strung out. You’re dry. You’re a virgin because nobody wants you. If you’ve been fucked, well, you can’t even remember the last time it happened, can you?” He laughed. His laughter was low but full of meaning. “What was the last thing that slid inside your pussy, huh? A carrot? Your measly finger?” He laughed again.
Cheryl was incensed. How dare he talk to her that way! And what business was it of his if she hadn’t gone to bed with a man in a long time? Apparently, Ed Collins was a psycho, and he needed to be driven out of the room right away.
“How dare you say those things to me!” she cried out. “Get out, Mr. Collins. Get out right now, or I’m calling the guards.” She was losing her temper now, but she no longer cared. She had never been burned and humiliated this way, and in her own territory at that.
“Don’t get so worked up, Cheryl,” Ed said soothingly. Now he was addressing her by her first name. She couldn’t believe it.
“Calm down,” he repeated. “I know the types of you. I know what you all want. It’s the same thing. You act mean to a man you know you can’t have out in the streets. You enjoy cutting them down to pieces with your so-called power because it’s the only way you can have them.” He chuckled. “But you’re wilting and shaking inside, I bet. You’re craving for a piece of flesh. A man’s flesh.”
Without warning he stood up and walked over to Cheryl’s side of the desk. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, an arm reached out and slapped her briskly on the cheek. She fell back on her chair at the force, her head swinging to the other side.
Cheryl couldn’t believe it. Did he actually just slap her? How dare he! He was going to pay for it, she decided. She was calling the guards then the police, then she was going to throw him into prison where he could rot for all she cared.
“You bastard!” she shouted. “I’m calling the police!” She reached for the phone, but he swatted her hand away. She felt how strong and powerful he was, and all of a sudden, she knew she was at his mercy. They were all alone in her office. The room was soundproof, as was most of the rooms in the building. She was trapped.
“Cheryl, listen to me,” Ed said patiently, as if he was talking to a five-year-old child and not a woman in her midtwenties. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to give you what you want so you can give me what I want.” He looked down at her. “That’s all. You can get rough all you want, and I’m going to get rough back, but I don’t intend to hurt you, all right?”
“Like you expect me to believe that,” Cheryl spat out. She felt her lip swelling. Her cheek burned, and her bun had come undone. Unbelievably, though, but she felt a bit turned on at the fact that he had hit her. She had seen movie clips and read books concerning such scenarios, but until now, it had never happened to her. She knew Ed was right. She had not gone to bed with a man for the longest time, and it hurt being told that in the face by someone whom she had never even met until about an hour ago.
Cheryl had to be honest: Ed’s offer was tempting. He was right. She was hungry for attention, for a man’s touch, for a man’s feel, for a man’s flesh. But what about her solid reputation? What about her knack for remaining firm to her refusal even though men would readily grovel at her feet just so she could move them to the next stage of the employment process? She was torn and confused.
Ed knelt before her. He was a tall man, and when he knelt, his face was at the same level with Cheryl’s. She eyed him warily, not sure what he would do next. Would he hit her again?
“What are you doing?” she asked him harshly. “If you’re going to hit me again, I swear—”
But he didn’t hurt her. Instead he planted his lips over her, giving her the softest kiss she had that she could remember. The feel of his lips over hers took her breath away. It was as if a dam had been broken, and suddenly, she remembered with amazing intensity how it felt to have a man want her, touch her, and do whatever she liked to be done to her. The dam broke, and the flood coursed through her. She had forgotten how a man tasted like, how incredibly good. Her thoughts ran in mad circles around her head, and without realizing it, she had wrapped her arms around Ed’s neck and pulled him closer to her.
Ed took her response as an encouragement, and he responded the same way. His arms encircled Cheryl’s tiny waist. All the while the kiss never broke. It went from soft and gentle to hard and rough, almost urgent. Without thinking, Cheryl slid her tongue into Ed’s mouth, where it explored at every inch.
He took in her tongue gladly and sucked softly on it. This made her moan. Her hands wound to his hair, where they gripped handfuls of brown strands. His hands went from her waist to her buttocks, where they grabbed each butt cheek and groped madly.
Cheryl stood up from her seat, and so did Ed. Still kissing her, he placed his hands beneath her arms and lifted her. She was surprised, but she didn’t break their kiss. She released her hands from his hair and used them to sweep the papers and other things off her desk. She did this with her back turned, and things fell into a messy heap on the floor. When everything was clear, he set her down on the table and increased the intensity of his kiss.
“Oh, Ed,” Cheryl murmured. She was beyond caring now. Her thoughts of concern and her reputation flew out the window. Her fingers found the front of Ed’s jacket and peeled it off him, revealing the crisp white shirt he wore underneath.
“Just relax,” Ed told her. His fingers undid the buttons on her top, and soon, her jacket was off her too. His eyes widened at the sight of her bare breasts, and he broke their torrid kissing off.
“You’re naked underneath,” he said with something like amazement.
Cheryl nodded, flushing slightly, but she was proud of the effects her breasts had on him. She knew she was gifted with an amazing set of twins. While her breasts may not be the biggest of the bunch, they looked as if they were made to be suckled by men, not babies. They were in the perfect circle shape and erect as a teenager’s. Her nipples weren’t large, but they were of a light pink shade and stood up perfectly. They were the type of breasts that made men feel young again.
Ed placed his hands on top of each tit. He didn’t do anything for a few seconds. He simply laid his hands over them, enjoying the feel of them beneath his hands. Cheryl arched her back to make them more erect and appear larger than they really were. With this motion, he responded by moving his hands and fingers.
Cheryl threw her head back and leaned back on her arms as Ed groped for her breasts greedily. His fingers brought her nipples to life. They stood stiff and erect, eagerly awaiting his next movement. She moaned as his mouth clamped over one tit, sucking on it eagerly. Her other tit was assaulted by his hand, which tugged repeatedly at the stiffening nipple.
The sensation felt very good to Cheryl. It had been a while since someone had done this to her, and the sensation was almost new. She shifted in her place and felt something sticky in her thighs. She realized she was soaking wet down there. How would Ed react when he found out? Well, she’ll know soon enough. She spread her legs out and wrapped them around his waist, pulling her closer to him. She locked his ankles around his back, and she felt the hard growing bulge on the front of his jeans press against her.
“I feel you,” she said a little breathlessly. “Ed, you’re so hard. You feel so large.” She paused. “Let me see all of you.”
“After I’m done with you,” Ed answered. He clamped his mouth over Cheryl’s other breast this time, and with one hand, he brought up the hem of her skirt, exposing her thighs. He didn’t see what she had—or had not—on in there, but he felt every inch of her legs with his hand slowly snaking up from her knee to the space between her legs.
When his hand came to its intended destination, it froze into place. Cheryl felt his rough palm on her delicate folds. His fingers weren’t moving, apparently still in surprise at what it had discovered beneath the layer of her stiff clothing.
“You’re not wearing panties too,” Ed said. There was no mistaking the amazement in his voice. “Shit, Cheryl, you were naked underneath all along!” He grinned, and the grin lit up his face. It made him look young. It made him look good.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ed,” she teased. She was feeling bold now. She looked at him with eyebrows raised, a smile parting her lips.
“That’s a lot of bull,” he answered, but he was smiling as he said it. He groped her down there greedily, without grace. She squealed as his fingers touched the delicate folds of labia, parting the lips roughly but lustfully. He inserted a finger inside her without warning, make her sit upright in surprise.
“You’re so wet,” he told her, his finger wriggling here and there inside her. When it began to thrust in and out of her, she moaned and began to rock her hips. The motion took Ed by surprise, but he recovered quickly. He inserted another finger inside her. Now there were two fingers inside, but Cheryl didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort. Probably because she was incredibly wet now. Her body didn’t seem to run out of juices to secrete. She was becoming soaked with every thrust of Ed’s fingers. His digits felt full inside her, and she wondered how it would be like to have his cock slide in and out of her.
Yes, that was what she wanted, Cheryl realized. She wanted Ed Collins’s dick inside her. She wanted to look at it up close, wanted to wrap her mouth all over it. She wanted him to come inside her, both down there and in her mouth, and she wanted to swallow his come, not sparing a single drop.
She told him what she wanted.
He shook his head no, telling him he would do it after he was done with her. She opened her mouth to protest, but his hands were doing delicious things to her down there. A loud, deep moan came out instead.
“That feels so good, Ed,” Cheryl moaned. “You’re so good.” She spread her legs farther as she spoke, giving him more access to her pussy.
His fingers grew more frantic, and so did her hips. The table began to creak under her weight, but neither she nor Ed let up. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt her cunt release her exotic juices in unbelievable amounts. Her body kept on shuddering and shaking as she released fluid after fluid. It seemed she would never stop, but eventually she did.
Cheryl felt drained. What she wanted more than anything was to lie back on the table and catch her breath, but Ed was having none of that. He removed his fingers from inside her and showed her his hand. It was covered with a slimy, sticky fluid. Her fluid, she realized, and blushed. He smiled at her response and rubbed the sticky contents on her chest. When he had gotten most of it off his hand, he tipped his head again and licked the clear come off her chest.
She was beyond herself now. The pleasure she was experiencing was mind blowing, and she kept on moaning and giving off little cries as he licked and sucked at her tits again. He licked her breasts clean, his tongue flicking in tiny circles all over them. She felt herself become wet down there again although she had come only a few moments ago. She wondered if a person could be driven into insanity by too much pleasure.
Ed stood up, smiling. “You taste so good, you know that?”
But Cheryl didn’t care. There was only one thing she wanted in the world right now, and that was Ed’s cock. She looked him straight in the eye and told him, “Ed, I want your cock. I want to suck on it. I want it inside me.”
Ed chuckled. “Aren’t we being a little demanding here?” But his hands went to the waistband of his jeans and began to unbuckle his belt. Then he undid the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down.
He took her hands and placed them on his waist. “You do the honors, ma’am,” he said, smiling gallantly.
“Gladly,” Cheryl answered with delight. Ed smelled fresh and clean, and she wondered if he’d taste as good as he smelled. She pulled down at his jeans, revealing more of his washboard abs that made her run her tongue all over her lips. She stripped him down to his upper thighs, and when his penis came into view, it was all she could do not to bend down and devour it right away. She was aware she was being crazy with her behavior, but she was so consumed with lust now. She wanted Ed Collins and his cock. The anticipation built and rose into crazy levels inside her. When his jeans were now around his knees, she used her feet to push them down the rest of his legs. When they were down at his ankles, he stepped off them so that he was standing in front of her in all his naked glory.
“Ed,” Cheryl breathed. “You look good enough to eat and fuck.”
He smiled broadly. “Then eat and fuck me, Cheryl.”
She scrambled down the table at his invitation and knelt in front of him, her skirt now a messy heap around her waist. But she didn’t care. She stood face-to-face with Ed’s cock, a beautiful thing that was as long as it was wide. It seemed like he was built to be a lean, mean fucking machine! She laughed at the idea and took his cock into her mouth.
Cheryl was delighted when she found he tasted as good as he looked. His meat felt firm and solid in her mouth. She hadn’t done this for a very long time now, but for her, it was like a skill that, once learned, can never be unlearned. She sucked on his rod eagerly, hungrily. She ran her hands around his hips and onto his buttocks, where she grabbed and squeezed at the firm flesh.
Ed moaned as she flicked her tongue up, down, and around his dick. She took his penis halfway in and wrapped her hand around the remaining half, making rubbing motions all around it. She clamped her lips around his cock and made humming noises, never stopping the circular motions she was doing with her hand. This made Ed cry out loud. His hips began to move, and his fingers wound around her hair and pulled.
Cheryl went on licking, sucking, and humming at Ed’s humongous dick. He felt just right inside her mouth. She would’ve wanted to take him in all up to her throat but decided not to risk it. She pressed closer to him, making bouncing motions while she sucked so that her breasts rubbed and bounced in front of his legs. He realized what she was doing and cried out some more.
“You’re crazy,” he told her, panting harshly now. “Shit, that feels incredible. Don’t stop, Cheryl, keep on doing that.”
She obeyed his command and went on rubbing her tits on his thighs. Her mouth never stopped working, never stopped its sucking motions. She felt him begin to shake and knew he was getting close to the edge already.
Ed’s hands found the sides of her head and began to make pushing and pulling motions with it. Cheryl let him. Her head movements were in sync with the motions of his hips, creating a synchronized motion that went fluidly. His shaking grew stronger by the minute, and she sensed it wasn’t going to be very long before he was going to erupt soon.
“I’m going to come now,” Ed said through gritted teeth. His grip on the sides of her head grew stronger as he attempted to pull her head and mouth off his penis. “Cheryl, I’m almost there. I’m gonna burst any minute now.” He moaned as another shaking racked through his body.
But Cheryl held on. She wanted him to come inside her mouth. She wanted to taste his exotic fluids as well. She didn’t cease her licking and sucking. By now she had taken most of his cock inside her mouth. She sucked on it as hard and hungrily as she could, with all the zest she could muster. She felt the quivers run up and down his body, and still she didn’t let go. He was very close to exploding now, and she wanted to be there when it happened.
“I’m coming, oh, fuck!” Ed shouted.
And come he did. He gave a harsh-sounding cry as he shook and shuddered at the same time the hot liquid spurted off from his cock and straight into Cheryl’s mouth. The sticky substance took her by surprise, but she recovered quickly. She went on sucking and licking while Ed came and came. The hot liquid was now filling her mouth. It was now or never.
Cheryl swallowed Ed’s come.
He hurriedly removed his tool from her mouth and knelt on the floor, panting hard. His hands on his knees, he bent slightly forward with his head down, trying to catch his breath. Cheryl, on the other hand, was relishing the taste of Ed’s exotic fluids in her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she had done. She had swallowed his fluids whole! She had never done that in her life. It amazed her, and the old power crept back again. She felt she was in control, that she was calling the shots once more. Of course she did. Wasn’t it always she who called the shots in the first place?
“That was one hell of a blowjob,” Ed said. He sat upright and gave her a shrewd glance. “Let me guess. You’ve never done something like that, am I right?”
“Not at all,” Cheryl answered honestly.
Ed snorted. “Like you expect me to believe that.” His glance fell on her breasts, and he grabbed one roughly. She yelped but didn’t pull away. “You have nice tits.” His thumb flicked over a sleep nipple, rousing it back to life. “One of the best I’ve seen, and that’s not a term I use lightly.”
His touch on her breast was waking her arousal again. “Thanks,” she answered. “I guess.”
He nodded and let go of her breast. “So we’re even now?” he asked.
She was still too spent to understand what he meant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
“The deal we made,” Ed answered patiently. “I give you what you want, you give me what I want. Fair enough?”
Cheryl nodded. “As long as you promise we’ll be doing this every now and then.”
He threw back his head and gave a deep laugh. “You’re unbelievable!” he exclaimed. “What am I, your fuck toy?”
She smiled and set herself down on his lap. Save for her skirt, both were completely naked. She felt the tip of his penis graze her lips down there. The limp tip slowly stirred into life, and she laughed. “You’re my lean, mean fucking machine,” she murmured, burying her face into his neck. “I say yes and give you the job, you say yes and give me what my body wants.”
His hands stroked the delicate flesh of her back, making abstract shapes and figures on her sweaty skin. She clung to him. She didn’t know what made her change her mind so quickly. It was unlike her. She usually held on to her decisions with a firm hand, but something was different with this one. Ed intrigued her, and his skills amazed her. They haven’t even gone all the way—for now, that is—but she felt she had an idea on how things would turn out later on. It excited her. The thought of finally having a regular sex life after a long dry spell excited her. Her boss might be surprised, but she could wiggle her way out of this one. Besides, Ed made the cut in the first place. Her superiors couldn’t say a bad thing about Ed once they see his impressive work experience and credentials.
Everything was falling into place, it seemed.
“Congratulations, Ed,” Cheryl said. She leaned back so she could see his features clearly. “You’re hired. You have the job!”
Ed chuckled. “Thanks. That’s gracious of you.” He lifted her up under the arms and stood up, carrying her with him. He went to the far end of the room and gently placed her back against the wall.
“Ed!” Cheryl wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. “Ed, what are you doing?”
“Celebrating, what else?” he answered. His hips began to move, and his penis began to slide slowly into Cheryl’s eager flesh.
Cheryl understood what he meant. She cheered. “Celebrate away!” she said happily.
Oh, how she loved her job!