“Of all the days in the year, it had to be this one. This. Fucking. Day.”, bellowed the voice as it boomed across a rows of people in suits and echoed back through the shoebox of a conference room. His eyes darted across the room, shooting daggers at all who were in the room. All those who saw his avalanche of anger. Scores of eyes focused on the ruddy faced chub of a man who finished on a whimper, ”We will see to this.”
His face fell as he placed his paper back into his breastpocket as he passed the CEO of Magmas Industries. He walked past the journalists with their cameras hoping for the right shot and all the others. He sighed relieve as he trudged down the whitehall, only stopping when he pushed the elevator buttons. He pawed at his thick black mane. Slowly the doors cracked open and he flicked his work lanyard off and dropped it. It was now a part of his past that he did not want to belong to. As the elevator made its descent, he he flicked through his phone. Everything showed the corporate fallout and his disgrace. The security guard on ground level ushered him off to the side to the back galleyway.
There he slunk into a black beast of a car, heading in a route he wouldn’t take again. The uneasy ride pushed out the words he was too afraid to at his resignation. He muttered under his breath, to which his driver looked over, “Sir, what are you talking about?”
“Nothing, just drive me to hers . Don’t say a word Gorgie. Thanks.” he sighed. With that, the man brushed a few stray strands back, pulled out a small bottle and took a swig from it. He felt his body sway as Georgie turned left.
His pocket buzzed and it was her. “Brian, how long will you be? I think the media are showing up here. Let’s go to my office above Scales, behind Asans. They won’t know that we’re there.”.
Without a word, Brad yelled to Georgie, “Scales office supplies on East St. Thanks Gorgie.”. Brad wiped his eyes and breathed out. He closed his eyes and waited for the car to stop. No long had he had the thought and the car was stationary.
He simply shoved his papers into his black bag and slid out the door, only turning around to wave Georgie away. He stared at the shabby little concrete building, one of the first in the area. He darted around the back to a tiny little teal and yellow door next to the bins. There he watched her dart across the concrete floor and she pulled him along, pulling her finger up to her lips.
He only ever watched her, transfixed with her, as always and he watched the gentle movement of her hips as she paced back up the stairs. His own presence was much larger than hers as he swung his lanky limbs out of time with hers. His arms almost skidding into hers and her delicate frame. He slid his hand against her right hip as they reached the top of the stairs. His sigh was muffled as he pulled her in and wrapped himself around her, as he looked and saw what he came for.
He closed his eyes and felt himself fall hypotised by her as he followed her back into her office. He felt her warm lips brush against his and his body press up against something. There he was propped in a very awkward way. He felt his hands graze her jacket in all its roughness, her bra in its lacy glory and the skin he craved. He engulfed her as his lungs filled with the sweet juices of her breasts and the special herbs he took. Without letting go of her engorged left breast, he opened his eyes and stared at her. He made record time in removing his trousers – a combination of hands and overwhelming desire. He reached his boxers and then freed himself of them, too. He then grabbed himself and sucked her sweet juice as he began to milk his own. He paused and gave her a milky thanks. He re positioned himself, inviting her to straddle him with the thick mound between his legs. His hands moved to accommodate her on what he now knew to be her work desk. He pulled her back in close and felt himself engulfed by her as she held onto him for dear life. His body slammed into hers as the milk flowed so freely down his chin, she lent into him and purred into his ear. He slapped her flanks before he swung his limbs and his lips towards the last moments of delight he would enjoy before it was over. The moment that he had wanted for so long – the one thing that truly made him become undone. Before too long, it poured out of him as he lashed the last of the mammary delight in its messy frothy glory. His body sank against the desk and she preceded to dress herself. “My mistress for all time…”, his face broke into a smile gently grabbing her delicate little finger. Then, he looked over her bare shoulder and noticed a red flashing light.