Office Politics: Part Two
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By Tracy Ames
Published on November 17, 2009
Another humdrum day in the cubical jungle was proving everlasting. Four mouths into her position, Paula was now working independent of Janette and diving into her regular duties. Her eyes peered over the low standing partition dividing her and Shawn’s desk as a small group of high ranking Airman entered the Fusion Center.
The Fusion Center, a multi-million dollar state of the art “war room” created for the sole purpose of preparing the Department of Defense for the Y2K rollover. Before turning on the lights, an Airman drew the heavy curtains across the wall of soundproof glass incasing the room, shielding their meeting from any prying eyes. Not that there would be anyone snooping about….the entire building was a deemed a classified location and its contents guarded like Fort Knox. Mistakenly, its nickname “The Box House” was thought to be in reference to its lack of windows, when in fact it had earned its name due to its indestructibility. It could take a direct hit from an F-15 fighter jet and survive with no more than a scratch. Engineers spent billons on dollar readying these buildings: fireproof, waterproof, and terrorist ready, with its own water and air supply.
The Box House wasn’t one of a kind, just the one Paula found herself working. Her first week on the job, she learned that leaving any outside door open for more than 30 seconds would result in the alarm sounding and the SPs (Security Police) surrounding her within second with guns drawn.
Charlie and the others helped Paula adjust to her new surroundings but with Charlie away on a two month TDY to Belize, she enjoyed bumping around and learning from her missteps rather than have him holding her hand. It wasn’t long before she’d memorized the DoD rank insignias, acronyms and squadrons. He’d be impressed to know that the constant battery of meeting and suspense deadlines hadn’t driven her up a wall.
With only two days until her Mr. Fix-it returned, Paula was counting the seconds. She loved the sneaky cloaked and dagger element of their ‘relationship’. Luckily her house, a corner lot, was just outside the back gate of the base which made taking extended lunch break enjoyable. No one was aware of their ‘relationship. Not even Shawn and Janette had any idea that every night Charlie’s car was parked in her garage, hidden from anyone going to and from the base.
Theirs wasn’t a traditional relationship. There were no ardent declarations of love because it wasn’t love. They were friends who shared a predilection for screwing one another brains out. Both continued to dated others but at the end of the night, they knew the way home. She missed how their bodies intertwined; how their craved each other like cannibals; and how his fingers found her clit as they lie spooned in the early-morning hours. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him pleasing her. His slow Southern brawl using her clit as a punching bag.
Two more days and it would be back to normal. Damn, I needed a fix, Paula thought as her BlackBerry vibration shook her to her senses. A new text message, it read:
“Hey P”
Paula’s stomach performed a little flip as she read Charlie’s nickname for her. She hadn’t spoken to him for more than a few seconds since he’d been gone.
Paula: Hi, how are you?
Charlie: Fine. I’ve missed you. Can’t wait to see you.
Paula crossed her legs and replied: I’ve missed you to.
Charlie: How much?
Paula: You have no idea!
Charlie: I can imagine. What are you wearing?
Paula thought for a second and then answered: Navy blue skirt with a navy and white blouse and four inch heels.
Charlie: What are you wearing underneath?
Paula: You know what I’m wearing.
Charlie: I wanna hear you say it.
She took a deep breath: Slate blue lace panties with your initials embroidered just above my lips.
Charlie: Atta girl! I wish I could see you in them. Nothing makes the time go by slower than thinking of how good your pussy feels.
Paula blushed, trying to compose herself. She didn’t reply.
Charlie: What’s wrong?
Paula: Jeanette is sitting right next to me, at her desk.
Charlie: Are you afraid of getting caught?
Paula admired her newly painted nails: Duh!
Charlie: Fine. I have to go. Chat soon.
She placed her phone in her desk drawer and was about to finish up for last lines of code when she felt smooth fingertips covertly tracing over hers resting on her desk. She looked up at the tall gentleman in civil dress wedged between her and Jeanette.
“What are you doing here?” Jeanette stood hugging Charlie.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave Paula a gentle wink.
She gave a modest smile hoping her reaction to his attention hadn’t betrayed the wetness pooling between her thighs.
“The Wing Commander released the system guys ahead of time. Shawn and I hopped on the first flight out of there.” He turned; his crystal blue eyes skimmed Paula, gliding over her full hips with a knowing grin. His mind raced back to their last night together: him kissing the nape of her neck while they whispered unspeakable secrets until their fell asleep intertwined. “How are you?”
“I’m doing fine. I…um…I’m surprised to see you. Where’s Shawn?” Paula looked passed Charlie.
“He went straight home. I headed home in a little while. I stop by to talk with SSgt Keller before hand.”
“When are you coming back to work?” asked Jeanette.
“Next week. I need some time to recuperate,” He replied.
His accent caused twitching action between Paula’s legs. A whole week of him all to herself. This could be a fight to the death. Cathy and Stephanie came over and welcomed him back and stood chatting nonstop while Paula marveled over his broad shoulders and envisioned her legs thrown over them.
“Yeah, the flight was fine.” Charlie said, he voice short and direct. He was in no mood to entertain Cathy and Stephanie. He had other plans. “I’d love to stay and chat but I have find SSgt Keller before the clinic closes.” He excused himself but turned back. “Paula, have you been to lunch?”
“No, not yet. You wanna grab a bite?”
“Give me a minute. I shouldn’t be long.” Charles said, his face read indifference but the pressure building in his groin was anything but.
Thirty minutes later, Paula had enough of sitting around waiting for Charlie to return. She went looking for him.
“I hope you weren’t planning to leave without me,” Charlie cooed pulling her into MSgt Hales vacant office and locked the door behind them.
Before she could react, he took a fisted her hair while his tongue eased her lips a part, kissing her so deeply Paula’s knees buckled. She sucked his bottom lip and pulled away. “Are you crazy? Someone might see us!”
“So,” He bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in the small of her neck and inhaled her perfume. “I’ve missed you, Paula.” Coyly, one hand unbuttoned and peeled away her blouse while the other held her in place, carefully kissing her lips, her neck, and the tops of her breasts.
Her body melted under his command. There was never any hesitation, no question whether she’d give in to him, it was only a matter of time. Charlie had a way with her. One flicker from his artic eyes, one kiss from his lips could send her mind racing and one dirty word could have her inner slut, on her knees, willingly to do his bidding. But Charlie faired little better in that regard. With a single glance, Paula could bring his entire thought process to a screeching halt.
Charlie’s hand traveled the smooth terrain of her body down to the curve of her hip, noting every inch of their fullness for closer study. “Damn Paula.”
“You like that?” she muttered into his mouth.
“You know do,” he took placed her hand against his stiffing bulge. “You like that?” His drawl enhanced his seductive tone.
Paula moaned aloud.
Office Politics: Part Two
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Office Politics: Part Two
Another humdrum day in the cubical jungle was proving everlasting. Four mouths into her position, Paula was now working independent of Janette and diving into her regular duties. Her eyes peered over the low standing partition dividing her and Shawn’s desk as a small group of high ranking Airman entered the Fusion Center.
The Fusion Center, a multi-million dollar state of the art “war room” created for the sole purpose of preparing the Department of Defense for the Y2K rollover. Before turning on the lights, an Airman drew the heavy curtains across the wall of soundproof glass incasing the room, shielding their meeting from any prying eyes. Not that there would be anyone snooping about….the entire building was a deemed a classified location and its contents guarded like Fort Knox. Mistakenly, its nickname “The Box House” was thought to be in reference to its lack of windows, when in fact it had earned its name due to its indestructibility. It could take a direct hit from an F-15 fighter jet and survive with no more than a scratch. Engineers spent billons on dollar readying these buildings: fireproof, waterproof, and terrorist ready, with its own water and air supply.
The Box House wasn’t one of a kind, just the one Paula found herself working. Her first week on the job, she learned that leaving any outside door open for more than 30 seconds would result in the alarm sounding and the SPs (Security Police) surrounding her within second with guns drawn.
Charlie and the others helped Paula adjust to her new surroundings but with Charlie away on a two month TDY to Belize, she enjoyed bumping around and learning from her missteps rather than have him holding her hand. It wasn’t long before she’d memorized the DoD rank insignias, acronyms and squadrons. He’d be impressed to know that the constant battery of meeting and suspense deadlines hadn’t driven her up a wall.
With only two days until her Mr. Fix-it returned, Paula was counting the seconds. She loved the sneaky cloaked and dagger element of their ‘relationship’. Luckily her house, a corner lot, was just outside the back gate of the base which made taking extended lunch break enjoyable. No one was aware of their ‘relationship. Not even Shawn and Janette had any idea that every night Charlie’s car was parked in her garage, hidden from anyone going to and from the base.
Theirs wasn’t a traditional relationship. There were no ardent declarations of love because it wasn’t love. They were friends who shared a predilection for screwing one another brains out. Both continued to dated others but at the end of the night, they knew the way home. She missed how their bodies intertwined; how their craved each other like cannibals; and how his fingers found her clit as they lie spooned in the early-morning hours. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him pleasing her. His slow Southern brawl using her clit as a punching bag.
Two more days and it would be back to normal. Damn, I needed a fix, Paula thought as her BlackBerry vibration shook her to her senses. A new text message, it read:
“Hey P”
Paula’s stomach performed a little flip as she read Charlie’s nickname for her. She hadn’t spoken to him for more than a few seconds since he’d been gone.
Paula: Hi, how are you?
Charlie: Fine. I’ve missed you. Can’t wait to see you.
Paula crossed her legs and replied: I’ve missed you to.
Charlie: How much?
Paula: You have no idea!
Charlie: I can imagine. What are you wearing?
Paula thought for a second and then answered: Navy blue skirt with a navy and white blouse and four inch heels.
Charlie: What are you wearing underneath?
Paula: You know what I’m wearing.
Charlie: I wanna hear you say it.
She took a deep breath: Slate blue lace panties with your initials embroidered just above my lips.
Charlie: Atta girl! I wish I could see you in them. Nothing makes the time go by slower than thinking of how good your pussy feels.
Paula blushed, trying to compose herself. She didn’t reply.
Charlie: What’s wrong?
Paula: Jeanette is sitting right next to me, at her desk.
Charlie: Are you afraid of getting caught?
Paula admired her newly painted nails: Duh!
Charlie: Fine. I have to go. Chat soon.
She placed her phone in her desk drawer and was about to finish up for last lines of code when she felt smooth fingertips covertly tracing over hers resting on her desk. She looked up at the tall gentleman in civil dress wedged between her and Jeanette.
“What are you doing here?” Jeanette stood hugging Charlie.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave Paula a gentle wink.
She gave a modest smile hoping her reaction to his attention hadn’t betrayed the wetness pooling between her thighs.
“The Wing Commander released the system guys ahead of time. Shawn and I hopped on the first flight out of there.” He turned; his crystal blue eyes skimmed Paula, gliding over her full hips with a knowing grin. His mind raced back to their last night together: him kissing the nape of her neck while they whispered unspeakable secrets until their fell asleep intertwined. “How are you?”
“I’m doing fine. I…um…I’m surprised to see you. Where’s Shawn?” Paula looked passed Charlie.
“He went straight home. I headed home in a little while. I stop by to talk with SSgt Keller before hand.”
“When are you coming back to work?” asked Jeanette.
“Next week. I need some time to recuperate,” He replied.
His accent caused twitching action between Paula’s legs. A whole week of him all to herself. This could be a fight to the death. Cathy and Stephanie came over and welcomed him back and stood chatting nonstop while Paula marveled over his broad shoulders and envisioned her legs thrown over them.
“Yeah, the flight was fine.” Charlie said, he voice short and direct. He was in no mood to entertain Cathy and Stephanie. He had other plans. “I’d love to stay and chat but I have find SSgt Keller before the clinic closes.” He excused himself but turned back. “Paula, have you been to lunch?”
“No, not yet. You wanna grab a bite?”
“Give me a minute. I shouldn’t be long.” Charles said, his face read indifference but the pressure building in his groin was anything but.
Thirty minutes later, Paula had enough of sitting around waiting for Charlie to return. She went looking for him.
“I hope you weren’t planning to leave without me,” Charlie cooed pulling her into MSgt Hales vacant office and locked the door behind them.
Before she could react, he took a fisted her hair while his tongue eased her lips a part, kissing her so deeply Paula’s knees buckled. She sucked his bottom lip and pulled away. “Are you crazy? Someone might see us!”
“So,” He bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in the small of her neck and inhaled her perfume. “I’ve missed you, Paula.” Coyly, one hand unbuttoned and peeled away her blouse while the other held her in place, carefully kissing her lips, her neck, and the tops of her breasts.
Her body melted under his command. There was never any hesitation, no question whether she’d give in to him, it was only a matter of time. Charlie had a way with her. One flicker from his artic eyes, one kiss from his lips could send her mind racing and one dirty word could have her inner slut, on her knees, willingly to do his bidding. But Charlie faired little better in that regard. With a single glance, Paula could bring his entire thought process to a screeching halt.
Charlie’s hand traveled the smooth terrain of her body down to the curve of her hip, noting every inch of their fullness for closer study. “Damn Paula.”
“You like that?” she muttered into his mouth.
“You know do,” he took placed her hand against his stiffing bulge. “You like that?” His drawl enhanced his seductive tone.
Paula moaned aloud.
Office Politics: Part Two
“Sshh, quiet baby,” He kissed her lips tenderly. “You don’t want anyone to hear us do you?” His sucked her bottom lip.
Delicately, she bit his lip in response. “God, I want you,” she drew a breath. “Touch me,”
“I'm gonna do more than that, woman.” Charlie fell to his knees, and planted feather soft kisses on Paula’s belly button while peeling the skirt from her hips, leaving her standing above him in her undergarments and heels.
She purred and tried to remove her shoes.
Charlie kissed her inner thigh. “Leave them on.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder, bringing her closer to him.
Paula droned, kicking her first orgasm out of the way with ease.
His lips caressed the outline of her lace panties while his finger inspected his initials etched over her now wet throbbing slit.
Paula shuddered involuntarily, letting him know her anticipation was intensifying.
“Is it mine, Paula?” he traced each letter slowly and repeatedly.
“Is what yours?”
“This,” he coaxed his finger over the veil covering her pouty lips. “Is your pussy mine?” He looked into her eyes almost beseechingly. “Does it belong to me?” His breath, both warm and gently, rippled across her skin.
“It has your name on it doesn’t?” she said hoping to fend off her orgasm long enough for Charlie to assist.
He pulled her panties to the side and, using the flat of his tongue, gave her one long lick and whispered. “Don’t play with me.”
“Oh fuck,” Paula cried through clenched teeth. Her clit now painfully engorged. “It’s yours. Please lick me, fuck….damnit Charlie, do anything.”
“That’s my girl.” Charlie removed her panties irritatingly slow and kissed a path up her thigh, reached around her belly and pulled her labia open.
Paula withered and stifled her arousal, watching his pale lips canvassing their way between her chocolaty pillars.
“Uumm,” he grunted, his first lick satisfying his immediate hunger for her. His luscious full lips opened her further. He licked and sucked with the fervor of starving man, savoring each individually morsel.
Paula closed her eyes and focused on every lap of his tongue, trying not to moan for fear of being heard. “Charlie,” she called to him repeatedly under her breath while he continued to feast on her warm succulence. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” She clutched his head. “Don’t stop,” barely audible.
Charlie slid two fingers into her soaking pussy and sucked her lips until she begged him to lick her clit. He refused. He was enjoying the slurping sounds his lashing tongue and suckling lip were creating in time with his fingers. By now he’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d elicited, but judging by the slickness of his hand and her trembling legs, it was no less than four.
Paula spasmed, perched on the brink of exploding. She whispered his name over and over again, concentrating on the sounds emanating from his delicious mouth.
Charlie pulled her hood taut and gently sucked her clit.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
“Is that what you were waiting for?” Charlie looked up into her unfocused eyes.
Paula’s head lolled backward,” God damn. I’m cumming.” Her thighs tightened around Charlie’s head.
With one hand on her midriff, he pinned her against the wall, preventing her from collapsing to the floor, and continued sucking without missing a beat. The slurping sound cause by his diddling in and out of her depths echoed in the room.
Loosing all willpower, she came undone and spasmed all over his greedy adulating mouth. She covered her mouth and screamed for mercy.
Charlie kissed and licked her tenderly, allowing her orgasm to subside and whispering how much he missed tasting her, and how good it felt to be between her legs after his long trip.
Exhausted, Paula slide to the floor and sunk into Charlie’s embrace. “I’ve missed you. I have a meeting with Frank in an hour.”
“Anything important?” He released he’s hold. “If you need to go back to work, I’ll understand.”
“No,” Paula said with a sharp lilt, snuggling into Charlie’s arms. “It’s a typical afternoon briefing with Major Teasdale. Nothing big.” She loved the way their bodies looked when intertwined. “I have a suspense to meet but other then that my day has been uneventful.”
“Did you hear Lisa and Tony have invited everyone to dinner tonight? You going?”
“John Wolf gave me the message this morning. It’s your first night home. I wanted to spend some quality time with you.” She grinned innocently.
Charlie wasn’t fooled. “You don’t want to spend quality time with me. You want to spend quality time riding what’s between my legs.”
Delicately, she bit his lip in response. “God, I want you,” she drew a breath. “Touch me,”
“I'm gonna do more than that, woman.” Charlie fell to his knees, and planted feather soft kisses on Paula’s belly button while peeling the skirt from her hips, leaving her standing above him in her undergarments and heels.
She purred and tried to remove her shoes.
Charlie kissed her inner thigh. “Leave them on.” He lifted one leg over his shoulder, bringing her closer to him.
Paula droned, kicking her first orgasm out of the way with ease.
His lips caressed the outline of her lace panties while his finger inspected his initials etched over her now wet throbbing slit.
Paula shuddered involuntarily, letting him know her anticipation was intensifying.
“Is it mine, Paula?” he traced each letter slowly and repeatedly.
“Is what yours?”
“This,” he coaxed his finger over the veil covering her pouty lips. “Is your pussy mine?” He looked into her eyes almost beseechingly. “Does it belong to me?” His breath, both warm and gently, rippled across her skin.
“It has your name on it doesn’t?” she said hoping to fend off her orgasm long enough for Charlie to assist.
He pulled her panties to the side and, using the flat of his tongue, gave her one long lick and whispered. “Don’t play with me.”
“Oh fuck,” Paula cried through clenched teeth. Her clit now painfully engorged. “It’s yours. Please lick me, fuck….damnit Charlie, do anything.”
“That’s my girl.” Charlie removed her panties irritatingly slow and kissed a path up her thigh, reached around her belly and pulled her labia open.
Paula withered and stifled her arousal, watching his pale lips canvassing their way between her chocolaty pillars.
“Uumm,” he grunted, his first lick satisfying his immediate hunger for her. His luscious full lips opened her further. He licked and sucked with the fervor of starving man, savoring each individually morsel.
Paula closed her eyes and focused on every lap of his tongue, trying not to moan for fear of being heard. “Charlie,” she called to him repeatedly under her breath while he continued to feast on her warm succulence. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” She clutched his head. “Don’t stop,” barely audible.
Charlie slid two fingers into her soaking pussy and sucked her lips until she begged him to lick her clit. He refused. He was enjoying the slurping sounds his lashing tongue and suckling lip were creating in time with his fingers. By now he’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d elicited, but judging by the slickness of his hand and her trembling legs, it was no less than four.
Paula spasmed, perched on the brink of exploding. She whispered his name over and over again, concentrating on the sounds emanating from his delicious mouth.
Charlie pulled her hood taut and gently sucked her clit.
“Oh, God,” she cried out.
“Is that what you were waiting for?” Charlie looked up into her unfocused eyes.
Paula’s head lolled backward,” God damn. I’m cumming.” Her thighs tightened around Charlie’s head.
With one hand on her midriff, he pinned her against the wall, preventing her from collapsing to the floor, and continued sucking without missing a beat. The slurping sound cause by his diddling in and out of her depths echoed in the room.
Loosing all willpower, she came undone and spasmed all over his greedy adulating mouth. She covered her mouth and screamed for mercy.
Charlie kissed and licked her tenderly, allowing her orgasm to subside and whispering how much he missed tasting her, and how good it felt to be between her legs after his long trip.
Exhausted, Paula slide to the floor and sunk into Charlie’s embrace. “I’ve missed you. I have a meeting with Frank in an hour.”
“Anything important?” He released he’s hold. “If you need to go back to work, I’ll understand.”
“No,” Paula said with a sharp lilt, snuggling into Charlie’s arms. “It’s a typical afternoon briefing with Major Teasdale. Nothing big.” She loved the way their bodies looked when intertwined. “I have a suspense to meet but other then that my day has been uneventful.”
“Did you hear Lisa and Tony have invited everyone to dinner tonight? You going?”
“John Wolf gave me the message this morning. It’s your first night home. I wanted to spend some quality time with you.” She grinned innocently.
Charlie wasn’t fooled. “You don’t want to spend quality time with me. You want to spend quality time riding what’s between my legs.”
Office Politics: Part Two
Paula’s jaw dropped in feign astonishment but soon gave away when she realize she was busted. “Fine. Shot me for wanting to rape you.”
“I don’t mind you raping me. By all means--please do! But I have to go to Tony’s tonight. We’re building four SQL databases for one of his clients. Hopefully we’ll have this project wrapped up before the wedding.”
“Yuck, the wedding,” Paula rolled her eyes. The wedding was all Lisa wanted to talk about and it was the last topic Paula wanted to entertain. After hours of schlepping Lisa from bridal shot to bridal shop, hunting for the perfect wedding dress, they returned home empty handed. “If I go then I’ll get stuck chatting about flowers and shit,” she stood searching for her clothing. “If John needs a babysitter then I’ll watch Sarah for him. I don’t think I could stomach a night of haggling over the guest list.”
“How’s John divorce coming? It was in limbo before I left.” Charlie handed Paula her shirt.
“It’s going. I’ve been watching Sarah in the evenings while he goes to class.”
“He’s a great guy. Aw, well. Maybe he’ll be there tonight,” Charlie said, gathering his belongings and ushering Paula out of the room. “The last time I saw him, he was still taking it pretty hard.”
“We women have ways of crushing men’s sprites without them realizing it until it’s too late.” Paula said softly, strutting pass him like a model.
He hesitated, and then followed. “Is that your idea of a warning?”
Paula pressed the elevator ‘down’ button and took a breath. “Hardly. I don’t play games.” She took a moment and studied his chiseled features.
“What,” he said discomfited by her gaze.
“Nothing. I can’t believe you’re here. I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”
“I can leave and come back if that’ll make you feel better,” he teased, the twinkled in his eyes mirrored that of his smile.
Paula laughed. “That won’t be necessary.”
The elevator doors opened and a group of brass filed out. Silence fell between them.
Charlie held the doors back. “I’d like you to come tonight but I’ll understand if you’d rather stay home.”
“I’ll be there but I’m leaving early. Are you coming over afterwards?”
Charlie’s browed wrinkled. “Are you kidding?”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Paula said bashfully.
“Hell yeah, I’m coming over, woman,” He stepped inside the elevator. “Consider yourself lucky if you’re not walking with a limp tomorrow.”
The doors closed and he was gone before she could compose a reply.
******
Midweek functions at Lisa and Tony’s were the norm. Always the same crowd with a few new faces now and then. Judy Banks, the newly slim middle age Linux developer whose recent divorce left her bitter and heartbroken. Airman Monique “Mo” Renoso, the young uber hot and equally innocent Latina. Sgts Shannon and Chris Andersen; Shannon, a short talkative Pilipino from California; her husband Chris, a tall African American from New Orleans who managed to be the center of attention due to his friendly disposition.
Sergeant Shawn Lowry, Paula’s ace and, like Chris, the center of attention. Amusingly enough, they’d grown up in the same town Washington and fate brought them together again. Shawn’s wife Julie, an astonishingly beautiful mulatto and former ballerina who was not-so-secretly cheating with a local bartender. Sgts Stephanie and Ryan Holbrook newly married couple from Maine with baby number two well under way. Stephanie was a tall attractive blonde who stood two inches over her devastatingly gorgeous half Asian/half White husband. Sgt. Stacy Laben, a cute petite brunette from Michigan with a killer crush on Shawn.
Sergeant Mike “Gio” Giovanni, a blue-eyed devil that happened to be carrying on a longtime affair with Stephanie’s best friend Cathy Galloway, another blonde who was also married. SMSgt. Roger Wahl and his wife Sherry. Roger, from Minnesota, the highest ranking of the bunch and everyone’s boss, was the Air Force standard: ever clean cut, never a blonde hair out of place, a body of steel and virtuous to a fault (those times he broke even his own rules). On the other hand, his wife Sherry, a curvy White chick from Ohio, was a slick little number. She’d lost count of the men she’d cheated with a long time ago. Whenever Roger was out of sight she was surfing the net for her next victim.
SMSgt. Rich Allen and his wife Marita. By far the most stable couple of the group. Both from Ohio and married for over twenty-four years. They were the ‘go to’ couple, always there when you need them yet somehow always the biggest party animals. Airmen Shane Turman, a red head from Alabama and Harley Nix, a tattoo covered Scott Stapp look-a-like from California. Both single Airman, twice married/twice divorced and roommates.
For better or worse, this was the circle of friends. They worked and played together.
Charlie was met with “What the hells” and hugs when he stepped through Tony’s door, he knew then that Shawn hadn’t arrived. He quickly navigated the maze of people to find Tony manning the grill. Tony handed him a beer. Charlie downed it as fast as possible, still reeling from the noise inside the house.
“You look exhausted” Tony observed.
“I don’t mind you raping me. By all means--please do! But I have to go to Tony’s tonight. We’re building four SQL databases for one of his clients. Hopefully we’ll have this project wrapped up before the wedding.”
“Yuck, the wedding,” Paula rolled her eyes. The wedding was all Lisa wanted to talk about and it was the last topic Paula wanted to entertain. After hours of schlepping Lisa from bridal shot to bridal shop, hunting for the perfect wedding dress, they returned home empty handed. “If I go then I’ll get stuck chatting about flowers and shit,” she stood searching for her clothing. “If John needs a babysitter then I’ll watch Sarah for him. I don’t think I could stomach a night of haggling over the guest list.”
“How’s John divorce coming? It was in limbo before I left.” Charlie handed Paula her shirt.
“It’s going. I’ve been watching Sarah in the evenings while he goes to class.”
“He’s a great guy. Aw, well. Maybe he’ll be there tonight,” Charlie said, gathering his belongings and ushering Paula out of the room. “The last time I saw him, he was still taking it pretty hard.”
“We women have ways of crushing men’s sprites without them realizing it until it’s too late.” Paula said softly, strutting pass him like a model.
He hesitated, and then followed. “Is that your idea of a warning?”
Paula pressed the elevator ‘down’ button and took a breath. “Hardly. I don’t play games.” She took a moment and studied his chiseled features.
“What,” he said discomfited by her gaze.
“Nothing. I can’t believe you’re here. I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”
“I can leave and come back if that’ll make you feel better,” he teased, the twinkled in his eyes mirrored that of his smile.
Paula laughed. “That won’t be necessary.”
The elevator doors opened and a group of brass filed out. Silence fell between them.
Charlie held the doors back. “I’d like you to come tonight but I’ll understand if you’d rather stay home.”
“I’ll be there but I’m leaving early. Are you coming over afterwards?”
Charlie’s browed wrinkled. “Are you kidding?”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Paula said bashfully.
“Hell yeah, I’m coming over, woman,” He stepped inside the elevator. “Consider yourself lucky if you’re not walking with a limp tomorrow.”
The doors closed and he was gone before she could compose a reply.
******
Midweek functions at Lisa and Tony’s were the norm. Always the same crowd with a few new faces now and then. Judy Banks, the newly slim middle age Linux developer whose recent divorce left her bitter and heartbroken. Airman Monique “Mo” Renoso, the young uber hot and equally innocent Latina. Sgts Shannon and Chris Andersen; Shannon, a short talkative Pilipino from California; her husband Chris, a tall African American from New Orleans who managed to be the center of attention due to his friendly disposition.
Sergeant Shawn Lowry, Paula’s ace and, like Chris, the center of attention. Amusingly enough, they’d grown up in the same town Washington and fate brought them together again. Shawn’s wife Julie, an astonishingly beautiful mulatto and former ballerina who was not-so-secretly cheating with a local bartender. Sgts Stephanie and Ryan Holbrook newly married couple from Maine with baby number two well under way. Stephanie was a tall attractive blonde who stood two inches over her devastatingly gorgeous half Asian/half White husband. Sgt. Stacy Laben, a cute petite brunette from Michigan with a killer crush on Shawn.
Sergeant Mike “Gio” Giovanni, a blue-eyed devil that happened to be carrying on a longtime affair with Stephanie’s best friend Cathy Galloway, another blonde who was also married. SMSgt. Roger Wahl and his wife Sherry. Roger, from Minnesota, the highest ranking of the bunch and everyone’s boss, was the Air Force standard: ever clean cut, never a blonde hair out of place, a body of steel and virtuous to a fault (those times he broke even his own rules). On the other hand, his wife Sherry, a curvy White chick from Ohio, was a slick little number. She’d lost count of the men she’d cheated with a long time ago. Whenever Roger was out of sight she was surfing the net for her next victim.
SMSgt. Rich Allen and his wife Marita. By far the most stable couple of the group. Both from Ohio and married for over twenty-four years. They were the ‘go to’ couple, always there when you need them yet somehow always the biggest party animals. Airmen Shane Turman, a red head from Alabama and Harley Nix, a tattoo covered Scott Stapp look-a-like from California. Both single Airman, twice married/twice divorced and roommates.
For better or worse, this was the circle of friends. They worked and played together.
Charlie was met with “What the hells” and hugs when he stepped through Tony’s door, he knew then that Shawn hadn’t arrived. He quickly navigated the maze of people to find Tony manning the grill. Tony handed him a beer. Charlie downed it as fast as possible, still reeling from the noise inside the house.
“You look exhausted” Tony observed.
Office Politics: Part Two
“Jetlag is setting in,” Charlie looked around the backyard. “Where’s Lisa?”
“Who knows. I think she and Stacy are in the office looking for wedding shit.”
“Ew,”
“Yeah, it’s best we stay out here. Don’t wanna get in their way.”
“It’s going that well, huh?”
Tony pointed to the house with his tongs. “Man, I’ll be so damn glad when this BS is over with. I don’t care if I get married under a bridge at this point!”
Charlie dodged the tongs.
“All this mess with flowers and music---who gives a shit!” Tony was clearly at his wits end.
Charlie took the tongs from Tony’s grasp and handed him another beer.
“Thanks,” Tony took a gulp. “Don’t get married.” He warned.
“I don’t plan on it.”
“Good for you.”
“Hey Chuckles! They said you were out here,” Lisa came bouncing through the sliding glass door and gave Charlie a hug.
“It’s good to be back,” he shook his head at Tony; still trying to figure out why Lisa nicked named him Chuckles. “Has anyone seen Paula?”
“She’s just arrived. Mo and Stacy are showing her the bridesmaid’s dresses.”
“Excuse me,” Charlie tabled his beer bottle and walked into the house. She was in the living room or kitchen with the others. He found her, in Lisa’s office, waist deep in a bridal conversation with an expression of abject befuddlement. “Paula,” he interrupted. “Can I see you for a second?”
Her Moses had come to deliver her. Without pause, she raced to his side and pushed him out of the room before he could be sucked into the vortex. “Thanks for rescuing me. I was seconds away from tears.”
They went into Tony and Lisa’s bedroom. Paula gathered her purse.
“Are you leaving already? You just gotten here!”
“I’m leaving. I told Lisa I’d stop by and I did. Now,” she threw her purse over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.” She kissed Charlie. “The door will be open.”
Charlie stopped her in place and kissed her deeply. “Are you gonna be awake?”
“Who cares! Wake me up,” Paula sounded offended that he’d pose such a question.
“I won’t be too late.”
“Take your time, enjoy yourself. I’m on vacation for the rest of the week. I figured we’d be busy.”
He smiled at her. “You’re such a dirty girl.”
“Yep,” Paula said unapologetically.
******
True to his word, Charlie wasn’t late. Paula had only been in bed an hour before he walked through the door and went straight to the shower. She waited to hear the shower stop but intermittingly drifted to sleep. She awoke flat on her back with Charlie atop her. His eyes conveyed naughty, enticing messages.
“Hey baby,” she said sleepily. “What’s wrong?” she questioned.
“You have the sexiest, most exotic eyes I’ve ever seen. And the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“It’s yours,” she settled under his weight. “Take it.”
He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, then grazed his fingers across her labia just once, before lifted her legs up and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slick opening.
Paula arched under him. Her nipples begged to be suck and he willingly obliged. She held his head in place, watching his buttery soft tongue dance back and forth between her tits.
“Suck,” she muttered. She moaned satisfied when he did so. “Damn Charlie.”
“Did you cum?”
Paula didn’t answer verbally. She took hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy. “Ugh!” she gasped, reacquainting herself with his thickness.
“Easy,” he brushed his lips against her neck, he lie on her, giving her time to adjust to his girth.
“I want it.” She panted.
“We have all night,” His accented words touched the side of her neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you all night.” He thrust into her.
Paula’s back arched, her mouth opened but scream came forth. He slid out with a slick, wet sound and then thrust deep inside again. He held her face in his palms, looking deep into her eyes as he pounded into her, grunting each time he hit her spot. “Is that what you wanted, Paula?” He punctuated each word with a thrust.
Paula came, her pussy juicing all over him, gripping and sucking around his ever-loving shaft. Her head tilted back slightly.
“Tell me to fuck me all night!” he forced her head up, meeting his intense eyes. “Say it, Paula!” He groaned, feeling her contract around him, her juices gushed, and her legs shook.
“Oh, God, yesss…,” she screamed to the rafters. “Fuck me all night,” Her pain was now thrashing pleasure. Inarticulate cries of orgasm escaped her lips and her fist clutched the sheets, writhing in abject supine praise of him.
“Beg me to fuck you harder,” he demanded confidently, relentlessly hammering into her.
Paula gave way to his sadistic gyrations. Whatever he wanted to do, whatever atrocious plan he had in store, her suppliant pussy was his willingly accomplice.
“Harder….please harderrr,” she surrendered and slipped into orgasmic delirium. She called his name over and over again. The fragile spider web-like strands that held her sanity in place snapped with each thrust.
The wet slushing sounds and the feel of her pussy going into full submission under him had Charlie on the brink of cumming. He needed to change positions fast. Still buried inside of her, he flipped her on top of him. He watched her fuck herself with his cock.
“Oh shhiitt,” she impaled herself while Charlie rubbed her clit gently. She slid and swayed….and curved and circled his cock.
He pulled her onto his chest and thrust upward, slow and steady, into her wetness… narrating his dirty plans in her ear.
Paula felt his climatic release swell inside of her. She swung her hips up and down rhythmically.
“Oh fuck, Paula!” he grunts, squeezing her ass as she obligingly takes his thickness prisoner.
She was in control now, he would do her bidding. She gripped his face in her hand and rode him with increased urgency. “Whose cock is this?”
“It’s yours, baby.”
“You’re damn right it is,” she rode and squeezed around his captive member.
“Shit, Paula,” Charlie panted.
“I fucking own you.”
“Hell yeah! You can have me anyway you want.
“Cum for me,”
Charlie groaned with animalistic keening, releasing everything he had stored in long warm waves. He gave himself wholly and completely to her. Unable to contain herself, Paula called to him, her pussy throbbed around him. She collapsed on his chest, he held her tight, and she curled in his arms, his cock and her pussy both slick with their lust.
“I’m all yours, Charlie.”
“And I’m yours, Paula.”
“Who knows. I think she and Stacy are in the office looking for wedding shit.”
“Ew,”
“Yeah, it’s best we stay out here. Don’t wanna get in their way.”
“It’s going that well, huh?”
Tony pointed to the house with his tongs. “Man, I’ll be so damn glad when this BS is over with. I don’t care if I get married under a bridge at this point!”
Charlie dodged the tongs.
“All this mess with flowers and music---who gives a shit!” Tony was clearly at his wits end.
Charlie took the tongs from Tony’s grasp and handed him another beer.
“Thanks,” Tony took a gulp. “Don’t get married.” He warned.
“I don’t plan on it.”
“Good for you.”
“Hey Chuckles! They said you were out here,” Lisa came bouncing through the sliding glass door and gave Charlie a hug.
“It’s good to be back,” he shook his head at Tony; still trying to figure out why Lisa nicked named him Chuckles. “Has anyone seen Paula?”
“She’s just arrived. Mo and Stacy are showing her the bridesmaid’s dresses.”
“Excuse me,” Charlie tabled his beer bottle and walked into the house. She was in the living room or kitchen with the others. He found her, in Lisa’s office, waist deep in a bridal conversation with an expression of abject befuddlement. “Paula,” he interrupted. “Can I see you for a second?”
Her Moses had come to deliver her. Without pause, she raced to his side and pushed him out of the room before he could be sucked into the vortex. “Thanks for rescuing me. I was seconds away from tears.”
They went into Tony and Lisa’s bedroom. Paula gathered her purse.
“Are you leaving already? You just gotten here!”
“I’m leaving. I told Lisa I’d stop by and I did. Now,” she threw her purse over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.” She kissed Charlie. “The door will be open.”
Charlie stopped her in place and kissed her deeply. “Are you gonna be awake?”
“Who cares! Wake me up,” Paula sounded offended that he’d pose such a question.
“I won’t be too late.”
“Take your time, enjoy yourself. I’m on vacation for the rest of the week. I figured we’d be busy.”
He smiled at her. “You’re such a dirty girl.”
“Yep,” Paula said unapologetically.
******
True to his word, Charlie wasn’t late. Paula had only been in bed an hour before he walked through the door and went straight to the shower. She waited to hear the shower stop but intermittingly drifted to sleep. She awoke flat on her back with Charlie atop her. His eyes conveyed naughty, enticing messages.
“Hey baby,” she said sleepily. “What’s wrong?” she questioned.
“You have the sexiest, most exotic eyes I’ve ever seen. And the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“It’s yours,” she settled under his weight. “Take it.”
He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, then grazed his fingers across her labia just once, before lifted her legs up and rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slick opening.
Paula arched under him. Her nipples begged to be suck and he willingly obliged. She held his head in place, watching his buttery soft tongue dance back and forth between her tits.
“Suck,” she muttered. She moaned satisfied when he did so. “Damn Charlie.”
“Did you cum?”
Paula didn’t answer verbally. She took hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy. “Ugh!” she gasped, reacquainting herself with his thickness.
“Easy,” he brushed his lips against her neck, he lie on her, giving her time to adjust to his girth.
“I want it.” She panted.
“We have all night,” His accented words touched the side of her neck. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you all night.” He thrust into her.
Paula’s back arched, her mouth opened but scream came forth. He slid out with a slick, wet sound and then thrust deep inside again. He held her face in his palms, looking deep into her eyes as he pounded into her, grunting each time he hit her spot. “Is that what you wanted, Paula?” He punctuated each word with a thrust.
Paula came, her pussy juicing all over him, gripping and sucking around his ever-loving shaft. Her head tilted back slightly.
“Tell me to fuck me all night!” he forced her head up, meeting his intense eyes. “Say it, Paula!” He groaned, feeling her contract around him, her juices gushed, and her legs shook.
“Oh, God, yesss…,” she screamed to the rafters. “Fuck me all night,” Her pain was now thrashing pleasure. Inarticulate cries of orgasm escaped her lips and her fist clutched the sheets, writhing in abject supine praise of him.
“Beg me to fuck you harder,” he demanded confidently, relentlessly hammering into her.
Paula gave way to his sadistic gyrations. Whatever he wanted to do, whatever atrocious plan he had in store, her suppliant pussy was his willingly accomplice.
“Harder….please harderrr,” she surrendered and slipped into orgasmic delirium. She called his name over and over again. The fragile spider web-like strands that held her sanity in place snapped with each thrust.
The wet slushing sounds and the feel of her pussy going into full submission under him had Charlie on the brink of cumming. He needed to change positions fast. Still buried inside of her, he flipped her on top of him. He watched her fuck herself with his cock.
“Oh shhiitt,” she impaled herself while Charlie rubbed her clit gently. She slid and swayed….and curved and circled his cock.
He pulled her onto his chest and thrust upward, slow and steady, into her wetness… narrating his dirty plans in her ear.
Paula felt his climatic release swell inside of her. She swung her hips up and down rhythmically.
“Oh fuck, Paula!” he grunts, squeezing her ass as she obligingly takes his thickness prisoner.
She was in control now, he would do her bidding. She gripped his face in her hand and rode him with increased urgency. “Whose cock is this?”
“It’s yours, baby.”
“You’re damn right it is,” she rode and squeezed around his captive member.
“Shit, Paula,” Charlie panted.
“I fucking own you.”
“Hell yeah! You can have me anyway you want.
“Cum for me,”
Charlie groaned with animalistic keening, releasing everything he had stored in long warm waves. He gave himself wholly and completely to her. Unable to contain herself, Paula called to him, her pussy throbbed around him. She collapsed on his chest, he held her tight, and she curled in his arms, his cock and her pussy both slick with their lust.
“I’m all yours, Charlie.”
“And I’m yours, Paula.”