Under My Boss's Desk - Under Him
Becoming increasingly more excited, her breast rose and swole majestically with each deep breath. Harlan squeezed and appraised them with his hands while rubbing his erection all over Tory’s mouth, teasing her until she got her lips around it and he pumped it in her mouth repetitively while holding her head in both hands. Harlan stopped and savored her hot panting for a moment before telling her to turn around.
Facing the sofa, he pushed her shoulders and head down on the cushions, raising the curvaceous beauty of her youth before him. He rubbed his face all over her thighs and the small crotch of her swimsuit before rapidly pulling it from over her hips to under her knees.
Intoxicated by the glistening erotic folds of her genitalia aglow with dusk’s light, he slapped her ass red and smoothy rubbed the sting away with his palms afterward as she squirmed and moaned into the sofa cushions.
Taking her bikini bound wrists in one hand and a thick bolt of her damp hair coiled in the other fist, Harlan began to rhythmically stroke, as deep and as hard as possible until her orgasm became obvious, then let himself go in frenzied abandon, riding out his orgasm to bring on her second.
Together, they showered in silence until Tory’s eyes met his.
“Are we still going for dinner?” she asked.
“Yeah. Gonna be tough. Lot of places are still closed. There are some great places that still have pickup and delivery too. So hard to make a plan sometimes even before all this COVID mess.”
“Maybe there should be an App. Something like Trip Advisor or iGo but for little things offering like a date package. This is your driver, this is your reservation, this is the discrete Bed and breakfast,” she kidded with him.
“Yeah, for couples who want to get away from it all last minute. We could call it E-LOPE; for today, for tomorrow, or forever. Get away with E-LOPE!”
Chapter 16
The next morning, when there was a knock at her door it was unexpected. Ms. Kalinski stood outside. Despite the mask, Tory could see the tension in the slightly older woman’s brow.
“Come with me,” Ms. Kalinsky insisted, “There’s a young man downstairs to see you. A Jude Coleman. He’s making some unfounded statements and I really need you to set him straight on a couple of issues.”
When Tory went downstairs to the lobby, she had her mask on. The two security men flanking Jude had masks on. Jude had none. She couldn’t help feeling exasperated even as Jude smiled upon seeing her.
“Coming to my rescue sure as I came here for yours?” he said cryptically.
“What do you think you’re doing by coming here?” Tory demanded. “This is New York City. Haven’t you seen the news. There is a major outbreak in this city. How can you think about going home now? How? Are you ready to bury your Uncle Billy, your Mother? Who?
“Sweet buckets of Christ, Sugar. What’s come over you? You gonna take that thing off so I can see you?”
“It’s a safety precaution,” she said flatly.
“Safe! There ain’t no one safer for you than me. That’s what I’m doing here. Come to take you home,” Jude said, staring at the mask on Tory’s face.
“You’re wearing it for him, aren’t you,” he accused sobbingly. “You wanna stay clean for Dawes! Please tell me you didn’t give him anything that was not his to take!’ Advancing on Tory but not before the security men braced him and turned him back to the door.
“What are you doing!? Get your fucking hands off me right now!”
“Keep your voice down, sir or we insist that you leave,” the bigger of the security men ordered.
“I’m not shutting up. I know what this is! I know what this is. Get Harlem Dawes down here right now!” The security men push Jude outside, push him to the ground and restrain him.
“Tory! Victoria! Help me!” he screamed and sobbed.
“You’re gonna get real calm real fast or we’re calling the police.” The security guard warned him.
Upon hearing the news, Harlan decided to address the matter personally, but not without calling in Meyerwitz to moderate.
In the conference room, the masked security men put a mask on Jude and wiped his hands down with sanitizer before letting him sit down. The awful and authoritative clacking of Ms. Kalinski’s heels rapidly approached. She opened the door and stepped inside briskly followed by Harlan who was slipping on a mask.
Jude’s eye’s followed Harlan angrily as he took a sweat across the table.
“So, Mr Coleman…” Harlan began and was interrupted by Ms. Kaminsky who merely said, “Ah-Hem,” as opposed to actually clearing her throat because she liked the sound of it. From a big manilla envelope she slid a tablet, popped open its stand and balanced it on the table as Barry could be seen upon the screen looking quite impatient as if he had perhaps actually been waiting in an envelope somewhere.