Adam got the start date the next morning.
He called me from the car, voice bright, already talking about the new office and the raise. I smiled into the phone, told him I was proud of him, and felt Victor’s c*m from yesterday shift inside me every time the car hit a bump. My skirt was still damp. I hadn’t cleaned up. The text from Victor had come in before Adam even finished talking.
Noon. My office. Skirt. No panties. He’s going to ask about the parking spot next. You’re paying for that too.
I was there at 11:58.
Victor locked the door, didn’t speak, and walked me to the leather chair behind his desk. He sat, freed his c**k, and nodded at the floor.
“Knees. First. I want your mouth before I bend you over anything.”
I dropped. He gripped my hair and fed me his c**k without warning. I
