The fucking we do for friends - part 3

"I look forward to working with you all and watching our company grow." With a small nod, Charlie left the office and the silence that had been holding broke the second he was gone. All I could hear were people commenting on his beauty and stature and how under his leadership the company was going earn millions more - which would obviously lead to a wage rise, I think not.

I felt an arm snake around my waist and jumped a mile high. "Breathe Vicky. It's only me," Kevin's voice helped sooth my nerves a little, but not nearly enough. Kevin glanced at his watch and shrugged. "Eh, I am sure that we have time to go down and get coffee before lunch is over. Come on. I need to know everything."

Sighing, I was dragged by my arm down to the canteen on the ground floor. Kevin sat me down at a table and disappeared, before returning with two steaming mugs. I took a sip and smiled weakly. Not even caffeine was going to help me get through this day. He was staring expectantly at me, but I knew that Kevin wouldn't push for the gossip until I was ready to spill it. Luckily for him, I needed to get it all off my chest quickly before I collapsed under the pressure. As quickly as possible, I diverged the story of Saturday evening - but not to the exacting demands of Kevin.

"I need more info than that, darling. What happened in the hotel? How was the sex? Is his dick huge? Hell I bet it is. Was he rough? Tell me he was..."

I shook my head in despair. "Kev! I don't really want to think about it but I guess it was maybe the best sex I have had in my whole life..." I sighed angrily, banging my head down on the table. Kevin gently rubbed the top of my head and I carried on talking, even though I knew he probably couldn't understand me. "I don't think it should count though. I mean, he saved my life and I was emotionally wrecked already. Maybe I just enjoyed it more than I should have because I was happy to be alive..."

"Whoa, darling. You have lost me completely." Kevin slipped his hands around my face and lifted my head so I was staring up at him. "Slow down and explain."

I did as he asked, this time including an explanation of the hallway blowjob, would-be psycho prostitute murderer and then the hot sex that followed. "So, as you can now see, I am a little confused. Oh Kevin..."

Kevin reached over the table and pulled he into a comforting bear hug. "Darling, give it a week. If it gets too much leave. You know that Josh has an opening in his company. I reckon I have a good chance of getting in there for you," Kevin said with a smile. It brought a grin to my face, thinking of how happy he was whenever he spoke of his boyfriend, but it dropped when I remembered just how much of a mess my love life was. "Cheer up Vicky. I am sure this will all wok out eventually. Now, we best be getting back to work."

With his arm back around my waist, Kevin escorted me back upstairs to my desk before vanishing into his cubical next to mine. The afternoon went by surprisingly easily. I threw myself into my designing to keep my mind from wandering back to Charlie. At 5.30 Kevin popped his head over the little wall that separated our desks and wished me a good night. I was sure that he threw in a sneaky wink in his farewells, but I decided to ignore him.

Most of the other designers filed out over the next hour, but I carried on working. At about 7 a message appeared on my computer. Without thinking I opened it, and immediately wished I hadn't. It was from Charlie.

Miss Blacker, aren't you working a little late tonight? Haven't you got somewhere else to be? Perhaps helping your friend out with another client? I am only thinking of your honour. You can't go letting prior arrangements fall through just because of work. Mr Quinn.

I was in two minds to just tell him to piss off. In fact, I typed as much but erased it out of better judgement. I figured he was probably pissed off with me already after the way I left him on Saturday night and there was no point fuelling that fire. Or any fire as a matter of fact. Instead I replied curtly, I have no idea of what you mean by such an appointment. I am simply finishing my work before tomorrow's deadline. Please leave me be to do so.

Hesitantly I pressed send and when, after five minutes, I had received no reply I decided that I could relax and carried on with my work. Obviously he had gone home or left the office and hadn't seen my reply. Or maybe he was ignoring it. That would be good, I decided. Better to be ignored than noticed. However, part of my mind nagged that I might have upset him with my abruptness.

Another ten minutes past and I still hadn't received a reply. This was definitely good, I thought as I began adding colour to the crap logo I had been working on. It was for some company trying to get under 5's to want to buy their pathetic product. Or more to the point, to throw a tantrum and make their parents buy it. Work was work though, and I repeated this mantra in my head as I continued with the awful colour palette that I had been given.

"So this is the high brow design work you do," a voice said from behind me.

I turned around in my chair and came face to face with Charlie's crotch. I closed my eyes and then looked up, trying not to show my embarrassment. "Mr Quinn. Can I help you?"

He pulled up a chair from the desk behind me. I felt uncomfortable in his gaze. "I think I preferred you as a brunette."

"I don't know what you mean," I said, turning around back to my desk and grabbing a new sheet of paper. I wasn't paying attention to what I was drawing though, my mind was far more occupied by the sound of his breathing in the empty room.

The chair skirted forward so it was now slotted right behind mine and I was trapped in the small cubical. I felt Charlie's hands rest on my shoulders, his thumbs gently massaging the top of my shoulder blade. For a moment I closed my eyes and sank backwards into my chair, before regaining myself and shoving his hands off of my shoulders. "Mr Quinn, I am trying to work here."

"Now Vic is there really any need to be so harsh?" He spun the chair around so I was back facing him, which resulted in me drawing a massive black line across my sketch, and trapped my legs within his own. "The least you could do is make your new boss feel welcome."

I scoffed, and tried in vain to release my legs from his grip. "On behalf of my co-workers, Mr Quinn, I welcome you to our company. I feel no further welcome is necessary. Now please release my legs."

"Surely you can do better than that, Vic." Without taking his eyes off of my face, he placed his hand on my thigh and pushed my skirt up so that it sat around my waist. My eyes must have widened at his actions because he smiled, seemingly enjoying my discomfort. "You were far more eager to play on Saturday."

I shot him a warning look, but this seemed to will him on further. He stroked the side of my face gently, barely touching my skin. His eyes shifted to my neck line and I immediately went to slap him. He caught my hand easily though, before I even made contact. With his other hand, he lifted my necklace from my blouse and examined it in the low light. "Don't... Don't touch that..." I stammered, slightly unsure just what was happening here. Whilst I was not unaccustomed to sleeping with men it had always been my choice and this was making me very uncomfortable - not that I didn't want it, I really did, but I just wasn't going to tempt fate here.

"I was just admiring it. No need to panic Vic." He let it drop back to my chest. "Whose was it?"

"My great grandmother's," I answered straight away. The small silver rose had been passed down the female family line as a final present from the previous owner. Before me, my aunt had owned it and had named me, as the eldest female in my generation of the family, to receive it. I wore it everywhere - except on favours for Scaz, of course - and it was one of my most prized possessions. I felt Charlie's thumb slowly stroking my wrist, and it brought me back to the office. "What do you want?"

"I like these eyes better than your contacts though. Brown eyes are a bit boring. Green is a much nicer colour on you." I diverted my eyes away from his glare. "What are the chances that the company I take over is the one you work for. It is like fate."

I continued staring at the floor, trying to ignore the gentle movements of his thumb on my wrist and now his foot against my leg too. "Well I might not be working here for much longer. I'd like to give my notice. I don't think working so close to you is a good plan."

Charlie smiled an invisible smile, a smug one that said he knew I felt the sexual tension brewing between us as well and that he would soon take advantage of it. "I will have to try and change your mind then, won't I? I can't afford to lose an asset such as yourself, Vic."

"I am not staying just so I can be your personal office bitch on call so whenever you fancy a fuck I will be there." I roughly pulled my wrist out of his grip and looked him intently in the eyes. "I told you before: I was only doing a favour for a friend. I do not do this anymore. Especially not at work."

"That is not what I heard," Charlie replied, with a twinkle in his eye.

I swore inwardly. He knew about John. Of course he would know. Why did I ever think he wouldn't have done? And now he wants the same treatment. Just like any other man would. With as much anger as I could muster - and at this point, trust me, it was a lot - I scowled, "You are a real bastard, you know that?"

Suddenly Charlie was right in my face, his hand around the back of neck pulling me up closer still. "Don't talk to me like that, Vic," he whispered dangerously.

"Sorry..." I mumbled, realising that I had hit a nerve. It made me feel slightly victorious, since I now knew how to really piss him off. I looked straight into his eyes and said, "Look Charlie, I really don't think that this... That us... I don't think we can work."

"You are lying," he replied quietly, the anger faded but still there. "I can see it all over your body. The way you are looking at me. You never bothered to pull your skirt down. The fact that you are still up close, even though I let go of your neck thirty seconds ago."

He was right. I hadn't even noticed that his hands had moved to my hips and were now slipping under my skirt. "Charlie... Please don't..." I begged, but it was getting harder to resist him with every passing second.

Cupping my ass cheeks, he lifted me up and in one smooth movement had released my legs, deposited me onto his lap and had wound my legs around the back of his chair. I could feel his hard on through his trousers and found myself grinding slightly against him. He planted small kisses down the side of my face and around my ear, whispering slowly, "Vic, you should know that I always get what I want and that is you. I know that you want this too. No, don't argue. We both know I am right."

My arguments died on my lips and my self control vanished as desire took over. The feel of his body against mine was just too good to ignore. I swiftly took my blouse off, and felt Charlie smile against my head. My tits bounced as I undid my bra and I pressed them firmly against his silk shirt, my nipples hard. We quickly manoeuvred ourselves so my skirt, tights and pants came off in quick succession, leaving me naked in his strong arms.

Charlie leant forward and kissed me passionately on the lips, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks in turn. I moaned against his mouth and our tongues danced ferociously. He pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth, pressing hard enough to excite me more but not quite to draw blood. I rolled my head backwards, arching my bare pussy against the hard-on pushing through his trousers, but one of Charlie's strong hands circled my neck and pulled my lips closer.

His hand slid back down along my spine, and I felt his fingers teasing my ass hole. His thumb twisted into my tight hole and I groaned with pleasure when he began stroking my insides. Every small movement made my pussy tingle more, the heat between my legs growing with each passing second. Charlie began using his nail to tease my ass hole and I squealed quietly. With his other hand, he had started slapping my ass cheeks in turn and the fierceness of the slap increased with each turn. I ground my hips against Charlie, loving the feeling of his dick against my exposed clit whilst simultaneously encouraging his finger further into my ass.

Before anything else could happen, Charlie pushed me away from him. His hands held my shoulders, keeping me on my chair. I opened my mouth to speak but he whipped his finger up to my lips. "Shh..." he whispered dangerously. "The outside lift just opened. Put on you blouse."

We struggled, tangling ourselves up as we attempted to cover up my tits. I spun my chair around and stared at my work, very conscious of the fact that Charlie was hiding under my desk and all I was wearing was a blouse. The door onto the floor opened and Tim, an annoying co-worker of mine, walked in. Inwardly I groaned. Tim had more than once tried to proposition me, and always seemed to be studying my tits or my ass.

"Alright, Vic? You still working?" Tim wandered over to my desk, and I wondered if this could be any worse. I pulled the edge of my blouse over my exposed pussy, shuffling my chair further under the desk in an attempt to cover myself. He rested on his arms on the edge of the cubical wall and I felt his eyes lingering on my erect nipples which were protruding through my blouse. "You look great tonight."

"Tim..." His name came out as a bit of a sigh, due to the fact that I could now feel Charlie's hot breath on my pussy. I hoped that Tim couldn't see, but part of me knew he would notice everything that was happening. I closed my eyes, momentarily enjoying Charlie's breath, before taking a deep breath and saying, "Tim, I am trying to work. Will you please leave me alone?"

He raised his eyebrow, noticing that my nipples were getting even harder - threatening to literally rip my blouse open. "You sure that I can't help with anything?"

I opened my mouth to reply just as Charlie's tongue flicked against my clit. "Ahhh..." was all that escaped my lips. Under the table I whacked Charlie across the head and looked intently at Tim. "I don't need your help."

"I could do with your help though," Charlie said from under the desk, much to my horror. He popped out from the cubical and rested on the short wall next to Tim. "Nice to meet you, Mr Short. How would you like to help me with my work on lovely Vic here?"