A/N: Hope yall enjoy. I don't own shit that has to do with Twilight, I just like to see Bella and Jake have awkward moments. If you aren't 18, get out of my story. See you at the bottom. -km3-
The first week was long, but it was...fulfilling to say the least. Everyday around lunch time Mr. Black would go work out in the gym on the second floor. I picked that time to wander down to the deli and grab a salad or sandwich. I may have also hung out on the third floor completely lost in my desire to seduce my hot-as-fuck boss and have my very dirty way with him, but that's neither here nor there.
The thought crossed my mind that watching him do this could probably be considered stalker tendencies, but I looked at it this way. Why else would the third floor be left open to look down on the fitness center if he didn't want to be watched? Okay, that is not defending my actions very well, that sounds like something a stalker might say. Well in that case, call me Stalkerella.
I decided that I should probably make my office more decorative in the interest of adding a piece of myself to the room. Since this was going to be where I spent most of my time, I might as well bring some things that I enjoyed, like my freakishly large array of discreet vibrators. The Beaded Aluminum Bullet was going to be staying at home, but my 'I Rub My' collection would be joining me for those days I just couldn't get Mr. Black out of my head.
I brought my Paris Duckie, my Worm, my Penguin, and my Lina Pen that also doubled as a vibrator. I was still wanting to get the Fishie, I just had to wait for the paycheck to come.
I went out for drinks with Leah and another girl in the office named Emily, inviting a few of the guys along for good measure. They all seemed fairly nice. Pretty horny, but nice nonetheless. Maybe it was just me being fresh meat or my somewhat slutty office attire, but all the guys wanted to buy me drinks and dance all over me. All except for Mr. Black, that is. He excused himself as soon as I arrived with the girls. It made no difference to me really; I just figured it'd be nice to see how much of what Leah said was true about mixing work and play.
Seems she was right, he didn't play with those he worked with. Damn my luck.
The following week dragged on with Paul making advances and asking me to join him in the copy room. I had no desire to join him in such closed quarters, seeing as the copy room was the size of a broom closet and there was no way not to brush against someone in there. I was almost certain I could catch some fungal venereal shit just by standing within a five foot radius of him. I loved my cooter too much to put her through that.
Instead, I decided to see if Mr. Black had gotten my memos about meeting with Senator Evans the following week. When I got to his office, the door was open but he was on the phone. I tried to leave before he noticed me, but got sidetracked because he was licking his lips and staring out of the window. I tripped on the edge of the door jamb and went tumbling to the floor face first.
"Um, I'm sorry but I have to call you back. There seems to be someone at my door who is unable to keep a handle on herself...Yes it is. I will. Sooner or later I'm going to find out what you're up to...Okay. This weekend. Okay. Bye." He hung up the phone and made his way over to me by my arm until I was standing upright.
Mr. Black had his eyebrows pulled together and was looking pretty agitated. It seems he really doesn't like being interrupted, but if that's the case, learn to shut the fucking door, rude ass!
"You really shouldn't be down on all fours Miss Swan. It doesn't look good to the other employees if women are on their hands and knees in my office. What do you need anyway?" For some reason, he liked grabbing me by my arm, and as much as it kinda hurt, I had to admit I kinda liked it. He didn't let go, but instead jerked my arm a little when I didn't answer. Damn, this man had me soaked through my panties. I did prefer roughness to pansy ass 'love making', just saying...
"I wanted to go over the Evans file with you if you had a moment. But I noticed you were busy, so I was leaving and, yeah, you saw the rest." I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to embarrass myself with the finer details of me falling or admitting to watching the way his tongue slid over those lavishly full lips of his.
The same lips I desperately wanted to relieve the throbbing between my legs at that very moment. I could just imagine how that almost non-existent five o'clock shadow would feel against my inner thighs. With that thought I released a whimper as my thighs clamped shut like Fort Knox. I wasn't about to let my love juice spill forth while I was this close to him. That would be really embarrassing.
The movement of my thighs caused him to drop his gaze to my nether regions, and his tongue once again made an appearance on those delectable looking lips of his. If only I could taste them...
He cleared his throat and released my arm, before glancing at my face.
"Is this the file?" He asked with a new huskiness to his voice.
"Umm, yeah, I just wanted to make sure everything looked okay to you, and I need you to sign off on the last page." I handed him the folder and took a step back until I was flush against the wall.
"Everything looks fine from here, I'll sign this after the meeting we're going to right now. How much have you seen of the Robinson account." He said as he eyed my boobs that were almost popping out of my shirt. Oh shit, not the Robinson one. Fuck me, I hadn't looked at it at all except to see the note that said 'needs to be looked at'.
"Uh, about that. I haven't really had the time. I do, I mean, I've just been going over this Evans file and it's taking me a while. I'll get to it as soon as the meeting is over." I stammered while looking at his chest instead of his gorgeous, come-fuck-me-now eyes.
He nodded his head as if trying to let the thought soak in that I didn't have enough time to look at it yet. "Come, or we're going to be late," he ordered as he walked pass me out of his office. If he only knew how badly I wanted to come.
I made a quick stop by my office to grab my Lina. I couldn't walk into that meeting and have to sit there and watch him talk without having something to relieve some of my pent up frustration. I wasn't going to be able to wait until later, I needed relief NOW.
I walked into the conference room and took a seat in the middle of the table. I liked sitting there because it was close enough to the front to sneak a peek at that monster peen, yet far enough away to keep myself from trying to reach out and touch it.
We went over new ways to deal with the media, with Mr. Black making it clear that when something was undisclosed, it meant 'to keep your mouth shut and play stupid about it'.
He had such a lovely way of putting things. Watching him run his hand through his hair and then scratch his neck was just too much for me. I slipped my pen under the table and flipped the on switch before rubbing it over my panties. It was pretty quiet as far as vibrators go, but I started bouncing my heel off the ground to cover up any noise that might have been heard.
The vibrations it sent as soon as it touched me made me jump slightly. I was really glad vibrators couldn't electrocute you because as wet as I was, I would have been dead by now. I closed my eyes and lulled my head to the side while I listened to that voice that was smooth like whiskey, but left me burning for more of him.
Mr. Black growled a little, which made me imagine what it would be like for him to growl as he ripped my panties away from my body.
"Miss Swan, with all the tapping you're doing over there one might think that I was boring you. Do you have somewhere else to be, because by all means, if I'm boring you, you're free to go." My eyes popped open to find that I was being stared at by everyone in the room. I discretely pulled my Lina out from under my skirt and flipped the switch off.
"Umm, no Mr. Black, I was just...uh...scratching an itch." I looked down to my Lina in my lap. Boy was I ever scratching that itch.
"Well in that case Miss Swan, why don't you enlighten us with the new findings in the Robinson account." He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a smug grin.
That pompous son-of-a-bitch. He was trying to embarrass me! There wasn't a whole lot I could do about it at the time, but man was he going to pay for this. I had no choice but to go with it, and just wing it with what I'd heard on the news. I was one shitty account manager right now. Wasn't it our job to tell the news people what was going on?
"So, as you all may know, Congressman Robinson did a press release yesterday about his wife's alleged affair with a young male." I began regaling the details that I remembered of the news program. I stood up and walked around to the front of the room where Jake had just been standing.
He took a seat at the front of the table and leaned back to watch me squirm. I trailed my pen down the front of my shirt and down between my breasts. All the men in the room were busy watching my chest instead of paying attention to what was coming out of my mouth. Leah and Emily knew exactly what I was doing, and all they did was laugh. Halfway through my re-cap of the Robinson account, I accidentally-on-purpose dropped my vibrating pen on the ground - right next to Mr. Black's feet.
"Oops," I squeaked as I turned around and knelt down to pick it up, giving him a full view of my beautiful ass. I had a pretty good shape, nice boobs, itty bitty waist, healthy thighs, but my ass was gorgeous. It was round and perky, just like a fresh plucked apple. It also added 'a little more cushion for the pushin' as Renee liked to say. I slowly rose from the ground and spun around quickly to see Mr. Black's eyes boring into mine very intently. I wasn't as slick as I thought.
He cleared his throat and dismissed everyone from the meeting, stating that he forgot he had some business that needed to be attended to right away. I knew I affected him in some way, it wasn't like I was clueless to the effect I had on all the men in the office.
He was one hard ass, though, if he was just going to remain oblivious to my somewhat not-so-subtle advances. Or he was gay. But he didn't really strike me that way. There was the off chance that he was married, in which case, I would understand, but he never wore a ring or spoke of a Mrs. Black, so I was pretty certain that idea was out.
I didn't get it. Mr. Black was a hot piece of walking sex but he was never seen with any women trying to jump his bones, at least not here in the office. And trust me, given the chance, any woman in this office and even a few of the guys would seriously jump that train if it came their way.
The rest of the day was pretty boring, going over different accounts and meeting with a few clients, minus the Mr. Sex God himself. Whatever business he had to attend to started out in the bathroom where Leah said he stayed for at least fifteen minutes.
She noticed him go in about the same time she went in the copy room with a 'friend,' and he didn't leave until after her and her friend had traded bodily fluids. She wouldn't tell me who she was banging, but I had my suspicions.
When I went home that night, I sat in bed thinking about my job. It didn't suck, so that was a plus. And all the guys there were hot as fuck. I could easily become the office slut if I really wanted to, not that I did. Jacob was the only one that didn't show his attraction to me openly.
I jilled off to thoughts of him that night, imagining a very domineering Mr. Black bending me over his desk and fucking me senseless. I pinched and twisted my nipples, all the while imagining it was his hands and his fingers that made my body react in such a way. Oh yeah, that was one fantasy that would stay with me until I found a better one to take its place. All starring that pompous ass boss of mine, of course. I fell asleep to the most beautiful thoughts and post coital bliss my fingers had ever caused.
I received Edward's files via Fed Ex on Thursday and planned to go over them on the weekend. Never in a million years would I have guessed it would have been so many. That asshat sent me fifteen boxes containing mass amounts of files that were dropped on my doorstep before I even left for work that morning. Did I forget to mention that it was raining?
The files and their boxes were all soaked and looked like a pile of Moo Shu pork. I grabbed a shovel and dumped them in the laundry room. After putting some of the files in the dryer, I turned it on so that maybe they would be dry by the time I got home tonight. Edward was so on my eat-shit-and-die list for this crap.
I rushed off to work and was late as usual. Paul was really great about adjusting my time for me when Mr. Black didn't notice my late arrival. Somehow, I had managed to get most of the files and account situated earlier in the week, so I didn't have too much to do today.
Mr. Black needed some copies made for a meeting he had later in the day. I didn't understand why he couldn't have that old hag of a secretary of his do it for him until I found out later that he yelled at her and then fired her in front of everyone this morning before I got there. Talk about total asshole.
So now I got the joy of being his accounts manager and his bitch. Great. He better not try to embarrass my ass anymore. I was not a girl to be played with like that. What's that old saying - 'don't play games with someone who can play them better?'
Yeah, he knew I could hold my own, especially after all the shit he had dished out so far. The only perk about being his part time secretary was getting to watch his ass when he was walking out of my office and knowing that he was watching mine when I left his. He'd been caught, and oh, did I love knowing that I had something to do with his hand dropping to his crotch so fast to readjust himself. Or maybe he was just itching his junk. Either way, he liked what he saw.
I went into the copy room and found the hot piece of man meat standing at the copier. He looked completely lost.
"What are you doing Mr. Black?" I asked as I leaned against the door frame and stared at his ass. It was a mighty fine ass if you asked me. It was almost perky. Not too high, but not drooping his pants down like he'd shit on himself or something. It had some definite shape to it. And when he slightly shifted his weight from one leg to the other, my God, the flood gates opened and a river sprang forth. I was soaked. This was one of those times I wanted to run back to my office to change my panties, but thought against it.
He turned and looked at me a little surprised.
"Oh, Miss Swan. I was just trying to work this damn copier, but something seems to be wrong with it. It's blinking a red light and a paper tray at me. I tried to get the paper unjammed, but I'm having technical difficulties." He turned back to the machine and started to open the door on the side.
"You would think for someone who owns his own company, a copy machine would be a piece of cake. All brains, such a shame. I bet the misses is heartbroken that her man isn't good with his hands. Why don't you let me have a look?" I asked as I moved closer to him.
There wasn't much space in there, in fact, I was close enough to him I could smell his soap mixing with his own scent. It was intoxicating and nerve wracking all at the same time. I could practically taste him on my tongue, but it wasn't at all like really tasting him, and that sucked balls.
Mmmm, Jacob's balls. I bet they're pretty. Balls are usually ugly and hairy, but I bet his are nice and smooth and pretty.
"Trust me Miss Swan, I am good with my hands. There is no misses to testify to that fact, but take my word for it. I'm not sure you can fix it. Don't worry your pretty little head. You can go back to your books now." He was bent over trying to retrieve paper from the machine, but his hand wouldn't fit in the hole.
"I can't get back to my books without making copies of these first, and you're holding up the line. So just move out of the way, and I'll fix it." I huffed in annoyance. Who the hell was he to tell me what to worry my pretty little head about? Aww, he thinks I'm pretty. Yep, and my head just got bigger.
"Fine, but if I can't do it, I'm sure someone like you can't either." He stood up and backed into me. My boobs pressed against his back and he suddenly froze before slowly turning around and staring at them.
"Could you give me some space Miss Swan, I'm not a little man," he choked.
I glanced down towards the floor, but my gaze stopped on his ever present chubby.
I can see that.
"Excuse me?"
Oh shit. That was out loud? Oopsies.
"Um, I was just saying that you're tall and...can you just move already?" I blushed while unable to make eye contact with him.
We awkwardly moved around each other so I could see where the problem was. I knelt down and found that the paper was stuck in a space that had an opening far too small for Jacob's hand. I reached in and grabbed the paper.
"See, it was just too small for you to put your long, thick fingers in. Sometimes smaller hands do a better job, Mr.-" I said as I went to stand, but stopped as soon as I felt a rock hard cock pressed against my ass.
Jacob hissed and grabbed my hip, pulling me closer to him. My breath hitched and then I whimpered. My panties were dripping wet and I could feel my juices start to run down my leg.
Instead of taking off right away, I become a complete and utter moron because I decided to reach back and rub his member through his slacks. Oh holy mother of jizz, is it big.
And thick.
His hips kinda thrust forward into my hand and I made a very whorish moan sound that earned me a tighter squeeze on my hip.
I loved the feel of his body pressed against mine, but my senses came back before they were welcome and I knew this wasn't something I should be doing. As if he could read my mind or possibly from his own instincts, he pulled away and groaned.
"I need to go." I ran back to my office to change my panties and to gather my wits about gripping my boss's cock. I slammed the door and went to my stash of emergency panties. My very shaky fingers hitched my skirt up and pulled my drenching panties to the floor. Before I could get a clean pair up my legs, my office door opened and there stood a very dumbfounded but lust-filled Jacob. He groaned very audibly before he recovered himself and glared at me.
Hoooly Shit. I needed to learn to lock that door.
"My office. Now." He closed the door.
Yes Sir.
A/N: Well that was fun, no? We'll see what happens with those two next time. Until then, go take a cold shower or something or better yet, find your way over to Jacob Black ~N~ Pack. The address is http:/www(dot)jacobblack-n-pack(dot)ning(dot)com/ take out the (dot) and add the . There are alot of great authors over there like spiritmccinnamon and SMI4LIFE, Enchantress in Black, luvinj and tons of others. We're always happy to have more. Until next time. -km3-