Lick
** This was originally written with the song lyrics to the song 'Lick' by Joi. Highly recommended to listen to this song before reading.
"I can't believe you're this incompetent," Ms. Lotley said softly. Danielle stood in front of her desk shaking, partly in fear, partly in anger. "Either incompetent or just lazy." Jordan Lotley, Danielle's boss, held a few papers in her hand while she reviewed others, shaking her head. She looked up briefly, glaring at Danielle. Her expression changed, one requesting Danielle to defend herself.
"I... I don't know what you want me to say," Danielle whispered.
"I want you to tell me that this isn't going to happen again. This is... ridiculous. It's sloppy work."
Danielle wanted to scream, wanted to hit her boss. She did exactly what Ms. Lotley told her to do three days ago.
"But..." she started to protest. She knew it wouldn't do any good to protest to this bitch, but it slipped out anyways.
"But?" Ms. Lotley looked at her hotly, ready for a fight... ready to simply fire her.
All she could do was suck it up and do it like she said this time. She looked at the floor, knowing she couldn't win this fight.
"I'm sorry Ms. Lotley, it isn't going to happen again. I'll fix it."
Ms. Lotley grabbed the stack of papers, haphazardly arranged in her grasp, and handed them to Danielle. The younger woman took the stack but when she pulled back, it fell to the floor, scattering wildly. Danielle exhaled, exasperated as she knelt down and started picking up the loose sheets. She could almost hear Ms. Lotley's head moving from side to side as she showed her disapproval. Danielle wondered if anything was going to go right today.
"You better fix it... and your attitude too."
She stood with the bunched papers, hastily arranged in her hands and quickly left the office, moving past the secretary who gave her a knowing, apologetic look. Everyone in the office knew Ms. Lotley was a bitch. But they had no choice but to make the best of it. She was one of the most successful managers in the company, and the complaints seem to just fall on deaf ears.
She walked down the hall, halfway between rage and tears, walking into the big bullpen room, filled with cubicles and sat in her chair. Each little office was surrounded by five foot dividers to hide each occupant from prying eyes, but not sounds. She knew she couldn't break down. Not here. Not now.
She was breathing hard, her hands clenching and opening on her desk, her eyes staring at her reflection in the computer monitor. She'd need something to calm her nerves... she'd need it bad.
She pulled out her phone, holding it in her lap to be inconspicuous. She knew Ms. Lotley wouldn't approve of her using it now, when she was supposed to be working. She quickly brought up the text message screen, typing:
'Damn it! Work sucks. Need it bad!'
She set her phone aside, thinking about the possibilities, thinking about the rapture she'll feel. It only took a minute for the reply to come back. She'd had many lovers in her life, many that had so much potential. But none were like Vince. He was... incredible. The orgasms he gave her were so intense. Everything she felt now would easily get swept away when he pleasured her and brought her to the brink of an intense explosion. She closed her eyes, thinking of the things he made her feel when the beep of her phone interrupted her.
'Can't tonight, I have a date'
What the fuck, she thought. I don't care what you think you're doing, you come when I need you. Angrily, she typed back.
'Fuck! Cancel. Tonight 8. NEED IT!'
She knew he'd be there. He was always there when she called. He enjoyed their time together as much as she did. And she very much enjoyed time with him. He was an amazing lover. Just the thought of what he could do with his tongue gave her shivers. She imagined him between her legs and felt her pussy moisten, felt her pulse begin to race. Tonight would be so heavenly.
God, just the thought of him drove her into a frenzy. She let her hand slide between her thighs and press into her slack-covered mound. The sensations weren't very good, but good enough. She shivered with desire, thinking about him kneeling between her legs, just watching her play with her pussy. She loved teasing him like this. The pure need that he displayed on his face as he watched her fingers teasing and squeezing her beautiful pussy made her so damn hot. Sometimes she wondered what he saw and had him hold a video camera so she could see for herself. She loved playing them back when she masturbated, watching her own fingers tease her pussy, slide over her clit, hearing his heavy breathing and then seeing him move in to begin pleasuring her.
The first time they met, she was out at a dance club with friends and she approached him on the dance floor and danced with him for several songs. She knew just by how he moved that he would be a good lover. She knew she wanted to fuck him. She took him home and wasn't disappointed. She shivered when she remembered how his tongue felt against her nipples, curling, pressing against each one making them so hard. She watched as his lips encased each nub and he suckled on them like a baby, her hands curled gently to the back of his head to hold him.
She sat back in her chair, briefly looking around, listening intently for the sound of someone walking by as one hand grazed her nipple, feeling how hard it had gotten. She pinched it between her finger and thumb, loving the tight, slightly painful sensation, remembering how his teeth felt when he nibbled on them.
