Noah Puckerman thought he had made the perfect arrangement with Mercedes. He could pay her for sex and return to his busy life. His plan becomes complicated when Mercedes realizes that she wants more than his money.

I was a Wall Street broker. I bought and sold shares of stock on behalf of clients. With plenty of years of experience, I had a decent record of beating the unpredictable market. I worked 80 to 100 hours a week, and if I was lucky, I took a day off. I took much pride in my job.

My secretary knocked and then cautiously opened the door to my office. "Mercedes Jones is here to see you." She waited for instructions.

I struggle to tear my eyes away from my computer screen. I directed, "Tell her to come in and then take your lunch break." I didn't move in my seat. I wasn't planning to give the woman much of my time.

Mercedes sashayed in. When the door closed, she dropped her Louis Vuitton handbag in the chair and came around to my side of the desk. She leaned against the wooden top. "Hi." She smiled and batted her lashes as she watched me. Although her black dress fitted to her curves, she looked professional; she looked like she belonged.

"What are you doing here?"

"I missed you. Two weeks is a long time," she admitted. The corners of her lips lowered into a frown when the computer stole my attention. She refused to give up. She stepped behind my chair. Her fingers raked over my short cut hair, down my neck, and settled on my shoulders. After a moment of massaging, Mercedes announced, "You're tense."

"Because I am working," I justified.

She turned my seat to the side. "How about I help you blow off some steam." She stepped towards me and sunk to the floor. She spread her knees, causing her dress to rise up her thigh. Leaning forward, she flashed her beautiful breasts that could only be admired from above. Mercedes popped open the button of my pants. With a steady hand, she slid under the waistband of my underwear, and her fingers curled around my dick and pulled it to freedom.

I leaned back into my chair as her fingers moved up and down my shaft with a firm grip. I felt pleasure, but my mind was still on my work. I let my eyes wander back to my emails.

Mercedes was not happy when she caught me. She hooked her finger under my chin and directed me to look at her. "Just clear your mind and let me take care of you." She knew how to get my full attention. She held my eyes as she leaned in.

She held my member steady as her tongue passed from between her nude lips. She slowly swirled her tongue around the head. When the tip was wet with her saliva, she lead it into her mouth, engulfing it in wet heat. She bobbed along my dick, taking inch after inch until she had the full length. She'd take me to the back of her throat and then pull me out to my tip.

For that moment, I was at Mercedes' mercy. I sunk into my seat. My breath was heavy and came from deep within. "Mercedes," I groaned, almost losing myself. I could never forget that I was at work, but I was glad that we were alone in my office.

She released me from her mouth and returned to stroking me with her hand. She smiled, listening to my husky moans. "Yeah, that's what I like to hear."

I quickly became silent when the door opens. I straightened in my chair, but Mercedes refused to let me shift any further. I tried to shove her away, and she moved my hand every time. I had to face one of my employees as I got a blow job from under my desk.

Mercedes found so much amusement in the situation. She knew my favorite trick of hers, and she played it while I talked. She ran her tongue along the sensitive skin of my scrotum before sucking one of my balls into her warm and slick mouth.

I suppressed my moans, often letting a groan rattle in my throat. My nostrils flared as I slowly breathing through my nose. I felt a bolt of pleasure strike my gut. "Fuck," I blurted. I was unaware of my volume until I noticed the worker's eyebrows raise. I knew that I had to get rid of the worker, but after that, I was desperate to. "I, um, I…"

Mercedes continued. Her hand pumped faster around my shaft. Her tongue danced as she shifted to my other ball. She was ruthless, and I didn't want to play her game anymore.

I couldn't think straight when Mercedes did things like that. I manage to gather the words I need. "I have a package downstairs, and I need a number off of it to finish this form."

They nodded at my excuse. Willing to please the boss, they volunteered to get the delivery for me. They left my office for the mailroom, where they waited half an hour for a package that didn't exist.

I snatch Mercedes to stand. With a growl, I ordered, "Get out." I tucked my member away. I looked up to find her watching me with a confused look. "Go home." I didn't have to explain myself when Mercedes knew what she did was inappropriate. I followed her with my eyes as she started for the door.

Who was Mercedes Jones? Mercedes was a high end prostitute that I had met five years prior. Although I could have scored with plenty of women, she was the most efficient choice. She would give me what I wanted. She fitted into my schedule. Until that day, she followed my rules.

My money promised her services.

An apartment promised exclusivity.

I stomped into her apartment, letting the door slam behind me. "Mercedes," I called to the woman sitting at her dining table. I start across the room.

She read a business magazine as she sat comfortably in her panties and t-shirt. She pointed at the page and cheered, "You're ranked the seventh most successful brokerage firm in New York. Two places higher than last year."

I refused to let her distract me. I had spent the rest of my day seething over what Mercedes had done. I pushed the magazine away from her, not care that it flew from the table. I leaned over her; my right hand resting against the table, and my left against the back of her chair. "Why did you do that? Do know what could have happened if we were caught?" I scolded. "You were never supposed to go there. You know how much my business means to me."

She slowly nodded her head. "It means the world to you." She pushed me away so she could stand. She wasn't intimidated by me. She tampered with the knot in my tie. "I did the number one thing you told me not to do… Punish me," she said with a smug attitude that fueled my irritation.

Without more than a second of thought, I took the tie from around my neck and used it to fix Mercedes' hands behind her back. I bent her over the table top. I looked down at Mercedes' thick ass that stuck out. I dropped my hand on her bottom, and the sound echoed through the room. I gave a second slap, and Mercedes yelped and jumped. Although we had experimented, I had never spanked her before. I was so deep in my feelings that I couldn't judge the roughness of my strikes. I finally came around by the sixth slap, but she had already decided that she liked it.

She begged for another. When I gave in, she grumbled about the soft tap I gave with caution. "Harder." She was kinkier than I thought. She got pleasure out of the three last spanks.

With an ache in my pants, I couldn't deny that I was turned on. I tugged her panties from my body. My mouth began to water at the sight of the butt plug in her hole. I poked the flared base of the plug, and she whimpered at the pleasant pressure. "You prepared?"

"I just hoped." She pointed her fingers down at me. "Behind you," she announced.

I turn to see a bottle of lube on the counter. I moved the half empty bottle; Mercedes had used most of the lube to put in her toy. I slowly pull at the sex toy, and after fighting the tug of her body to keep it in, I removed it from her anus. I saw her stretched hole glistening with lubed, and I almost forgot why I was mad with Mercedes. I lightly stroked my thumb across her hole before letting my index then my middle finger slide in. I tried to move my fingers within her, but her walls squeezed me tight. "The way you clench my finger..." I groaned at what was to come. "You're going to feel great around my dick."

"You know I can take more." She knew what she wanted. "Puck, please."

I didn't want to keep her waiting. I pulled away for the bottle. I covered my dick with the gel and positioned myself at her entrance. I began to enter.

She wasn't as stretched as she hoped. She inched forward and away from her source of discomfort. She hissed, "Slow." She took a deep breath before letting me continue. She tucked her fingers into a fist, and it grew tighter as the tip of my dick passed.

Mercedes always said that anal hurt only at the start. She liked the pain, and it made her feel like she was mine; I don't know what she meant. She like what we did, and that was enough for me. By the middle of our session, she would be moaning.

"You're so tight."

She giggled between huffs. She countered, "You're so big." She swayed her hips to meet my thrust. While I worked at a steady rhythm, she demanded more.

I reach under her arm and pull her up. I knew changing the angle would only allow shallow thrusts, but I had to get to her full breasts. I slipped under her shirt and filled my hand with her. Driven by the feel of her soft skin, I thrusted faster. "Mercedes, I'm close. I'm going to cum," I admitted with my breath running down her neck.

"Me to," she panted. "Don't stop. Don't pull out." she tugged at the front of my shirt as her orgasm built.

We climaxed within seconds of each other. Our cries were loud. Our skin prickled. Our brain was wiped of memories of any burdens in life.

Mercedes leaned into me as she caught her breath. Before I was even out of her, she was plotting for a round two. "How about you untie me and join me in a shower?"

We had sex for hours. We never felt low on energy. After the shower, we settled into the bedroom. We tried every position we could think of. We weren't allowed to move on until we both had came.

Mercedes rolled from over me and landed on the mattress. She was silent as our sweaty bodies rested beside each other. When she did speak out, she had an odd request. In a small voice, she asked, "Can you hold me?" She caught my confused look. "It's cold."

We had never cuddled before.

I didn't believe her lie. After practically abusing the woman by spanking her, the least I could do was hold her when she asked. "Okay." When she scooted closer, I wrapped my arm around her and drifted to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and immediately knew that something was wrong. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. "Fuck, I'm late." I break away from Mercedes and began to hunt for my clothes. I had to get to my own apartment to shower and change suits before going into work. Dressed, I took out my wallet. To busy to count, I took out a few bills and threw them onto the table.

Mercedes stepped out of her room. "Puck, can we-" She was cut off by the slam of the door.

Four days later, I finally returned to Mercedes' apartment. I had lost a few clients to my competition, and I need Mercedes to get my mind off of it. I closed the door and called, "Mercedes." I only received silence, not even a rustle. Before I could begin to look around, I noticed the dinner table from across the room.

Cash covered the top. It made piles. It had to be almost every dollar that I had gave Mercedes in the past three years, or she robbed a bank.

I decided to call her phone. I could hear the ringing coming from the bedroom. "Mercedes!" I shouted, rushing to the room. I followed the ringing, but I didn't find her; her phone was on top of her new neatly made bed. I see that her drawers were empty, and the closet too. I knew then that she was gone.

She had left me.

Thank you for reading. I didn't think that I'd do a two shot for Puckcedes, but it's deserving. I hope to get you the second part soon.

I did a boss prompt to push my new story Horrible Bosses.