Inseparable

“Really? Do you really mean that? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to… but I would really love to know a little bit more about you,” she says excitedly.

“Yes, I have decided that the time has come for you to know more about my life and tomorrow, after work, I will pick you up and take you over to my place and show you everything,” I say. Jenny looks at me with an incredibly happy expression in her emerald green eyes and flings her arms around my neck.

“That’s the most incredible gift you could ever give me… your trust,” Jenny says and I can feel a stirring in my loins. It’s not long before our hungry hands start exploring each other’s naked bodies again and I realize that this is going to be another very long night of boundless love and passion…

Chapter 13: Jenny

I’m sitting at my desk and I’m trying to finalize all the articles for the next publication. I feel really satisfied with what we’ve put together and Stacy has done sterling work with her promotions and advertising. Not only have we added another four hundred paid subscribers, but Stacy has also hooked some really big names in the form of large companies that are now advertising in my magazine.

It finally gets to the point where I’m reasonably happy with the layout of the new magazine, so I walk over to Stacy’s office and ask her if she doesn’t feel like taking a tea break.

“Now you’re talking,” Stacy says excitedly, “I’ve been working my ass off all morning and I forgotten what tea tastes like.”

We walk over to the kitchen area and make a large pot of steaming tea. I take some honey out of the cupboard to put in mine. I definitely need a little bit of a sugar rush to replenish my energy and put three teaspoons full of honey in my cup. Then we walk over to the board room and sit down to have a satisfying break.

“I’m really thrilled with the way things are going and if we keep up the pace we will soon be making enough money to get larger offices,” I say and Stacy nods her head excitedly.

“I totally agree! I’m already speaking to another large company and they are interested in coming on board to start a series of ads in our next issue.”

“That sounds terrific, have you heard of that large restaurant chain yet? I think you mentioned that they are also interested in advertising in the next issue?” I ask.

“Not yet, I think I will give their regional director a call later and hear what’s going on with their promotion,” Stacy says and I love the way it feels as if we’re running a really tight ship. The magazine is going from strength to strength and this is even better than I’d ever imagined it in my wildest dreams. We spend another thirty minutes sitting there, discussing future issues of our magazine and then it’s time to get back to work. I go back to my office and Stacy returns to her own. I open up my laptop and carry on reviewing all of the articles. By the end of the day I have to give the final approval for everything to go online and I still have some things to finalize before I get to that point.

I hear someone knocking on my office door and I don’t even look up.

“If you brought me any photographs or new articles just please put it on a flash drive and leave it on my desk,” I say without lifting my head.

“Is that any way to speak to a guy who took part in a gang bang with you?” Someone asks in a rough, deep voice and when I look up there someone standing there who looks vaguely familiar. He’s got a big moustache and massive forearms which look like tree stumps. He’s wearing a bandana around his head and it takes me a while before I recognize him. Yes, he’s definitely one of the guys who took part in the gang bang with Brad and his friends at the virgin auction!

“Who the hell told you that you could just walk into my office like that?” I say and feel the anger welling up inside me.

“Well, I was expecting something slightly friendlier from you… After all, I’ve seen Brad visiting you here during office hours and you always treat him with more respect,” the guy says with an evil grin around his mouth corners. Now I feel really upset.

“Have you been stalking me? I think I’ll give Brad a call right away and tell him that one of his so-called friends is harassing me at my office!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that. Brad is the one who told me to come over here if I wanted to have some fun,” the revolting man says and I suddenly feel as if someone has knocked me against my forehead with a sledgehammer. Have I been misjudging this entire situation? What if Brad really has only been using me for sex and bragging to his friends about it? Perhaps his loving demeanor is all just an act and I could be the laughing stock of him and his entire motorcycle club while I’m thinking that this is a real love relationship!

“I really suggest that you leave now before I call the cops!” I say and stand there shaking all over.

“Look honey, I just came here to tell you one thing and I suggest you listen very closely. You are nothing more than a whore and a sex object to Brad and I suggest you stop spending so much time with him. Me and his other brothers at the motorcycle club do not appreciate the fact that you are keeping him away from us and our road trips!”

I try to think of something to say but I’m too shocked and insulted to come up with any reply.

“That’s all for now… think carefully about what I said and if I were you I would just forget about this whole thing with Brad!” he says and turns around and leaves before I can say anything else.

I stand there shaking and suddenly feel the tears running ov

er my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever been so insulted in my life and, on top of that, I also feel incredibly afraid all of a sudden. What the hell have I got myself into? Perhaps Brad and the rest of his friends are actually dangerous and who knows if some other members of his motorcycle club may also have been stalking me all of this time? I sit down at my desk and burst out in tears.

“What’s wrong?!” Stacy exclaims and when I look up she’s standing there in the door.

“Someone just came in here and told me that Brad is putting on an incredible act… That he doesn’t really care about me and that he’s just using me for sex!” I exclaim and Stacy rushes over to my side. She kneels down and puts her arms around me.

“I saw some guy leaving as I was walking over to your office and I must say he looked vulgar and revolting!” Stacy says.

“You can say that again,” I say through my tears, “he said the most horrible things to me and I suddenly feel like I need to just get away from here!”

Stacy stays there with me and when I finally calm down she tries to tell me that it’s probably just some crazy guy and that I should forget about the whole thing.