I've worked for that son of a bitch for 7 years now, and "You either have it on my desk tomorrow, or I’m firing your lazy ass" was hardly appropriate.
The "now get the fuck out of my office" at the end wasn't any better.
I didn't work all those years putting myself through university to get into a rutt now, right smack in the prime of my life. But if I leave now, what would Michelle say?
She was right there working me through it all the way too, and she worked full-time and couldn't go to university herself.
She always made it back to the dorm by the time my evening classes ended though.
I can't count the number of times I came back to the dorm to see a plate of hot food by the bed with a condom placed right next to it, leading the night to obvious things.
She was almost insatiable when it came to my cock, and it didn't matter how many times she would squirt, she would always want more.
She also had a thing for blowing me as a distraction.
And on days where I had a big test or assignment the next day, she would drive me wild with a little “distraction” game she loved to play on me as I studied.
I started to daydream about it but brought myself back to reality lest I sport a tent in the desert while still in the office.
Regardless of the asshole he was, I knew I needed this job.
'Stenson & Gunnar' was the top law firm in the area, and my good performance here would look amazing on my resume when I finally leave this dirt hole.
I had forgotten to edit the final portions of an agreement and it was, as far as I knew, due tomorrow.
It wasn't a huge assignment, but it was far too small for me to have been so careless.
I kicked a rock along the pavement outside our building as I paced up and down, waiting for a cab.
15 solid minutes, and still, no headlights down the road.
Could this day get any worse?
A thought crosses my mind and I check my watch.
Yeah, just as I thought, it was already a wee hour of the morning, and cabs tend to avoid making the drive up to our district at this hour because of the crime rate here.
Speaking of the crime rate, me standing out here would be easy prey. Quick thinking leads me back into the well-lit office lobby where I call for a cab, then Michelle.
"Honey, I fucked things up today..."
I explained to her about the editing work and how I carelessly overlooked 6 whole pages at the end, which was really unlike me to do, I was always so thorough.
"Look, babe, it's your domain! This is your turf! You've done this a thousand times, just relax....alright?"
She sounded just a tad distressed but yet the lilt in her voice told me she had faith I could handle the pressure.
She paused after what I assumed was a semi-rhetorical question, then continued.
"You know how to relax, right?....or do you need some reminding, hm?....What do you think, Greg?...do you?...."
The way she whispered my name felt like she was right next to me. I could've sworn I would feel her warm, wet tongue would be flicking my ears any second then, which made me nearly lose grip of my phone.
As each word trailed on to the next, the picture of what she would be doing to me became clearer and clearer.
It was going to be university days all over again.
I could barely contain myself as I writhed getting into the cab, with her on the phone getting into more detail.
I leaned forward and told the driver my address, with the phone still at my ear, which I soon realized was a mistake.
I had "cheek-pressed" the speaker button and Michelle's voice swam out "sucking it harder and faster till you're about to cum then I’ll...."
I immediately hung her up and texted her that I was going through a tunnel, then spent the whole ride avoiding eye contact with the cab driver in the rear view mirror.
The ride went by fast, my mind full of Michelle and her sexual ways.
Images of her sucking me the way she does, watching her mouth sliding up and down my shaft, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum and saliva as she went up, only to swallow it back in as she went back down my length.
I entered the house, locking the door behind me. I went to the kitchen, then the living room, but she wasn't in either, and neither was a plate of hot food.
I go up the stairs and head down the corridor into our bedroom. All the lights were off, with only her nightlight on to illuminate her sleeping on the bed, dressed in her unflattering full-body pajamas.
I cursed at every red light that had slowed me down earlier, and the stupid 15 minutes I spent waiting for cabs that would never come.
I walked over to her and brushed her hair away from her half-open mouth, thinking of what it would have done for me had I arrived back earlier. Fuck.
