I'm sorry for taking ages to bring out this chapter. Hope you all enjoy it.
This is the kind of situation you only envisioned in your worst nightmares, the kind of position you thought you could never find yourself in real life. It looked like a scene from some cheap soft porn flick except it was happening live and I was its star actor. There I was standing behind my mahogany desk, my highly desirable secretary Priscilla bent in front of me, my cock plugged firmly into her ass and reaming her with such rapturous ferocity until the phone call from my PA told me that Jasmine my wife was on the way up to my office!
If I didn't believe in God before, I sure did so now. I could count the number of times Jasmine had been to my office and I had to physically drag her down here on all occasions. She never came on her own and without warning. So what was the possibility of her walking in on me at this crucial moment? Why today of all days? This wasn't mere bad luck- only a supreme being could have engineered such a dire situation. God did exist. And he was laughing.
Luckily I had not acquired my wealth and power on looks and chance alone. I am proud to say I'm someone who maintains his cool even in the most fucked up of situations. Normally any other Tom, Dick and Barabbas would have freaked out, thrown his secretary out of the window and try to cook up an excuse as to why his pants are missing. As for me I react in a completely different way. Time cranks down into slow motion as my mind ratchets up into hyper speed. Immediately I had a plan and I quickly and coolly put it into effect.
"Pull up your knickers and go to your desk, Darling, my wife is coming."
The tone of my voice suggested that I had just noticed it was showering outside. Priscilla whirled around to face me, her eyes turning into huge saucers. I grinned. She really was fucking sexy even if she looked like a deer caught by the merciless headlights of an oncoming truck.
"Yes, Sir."
I have to admit she is as cool as a cucumber. She quickly smoothed down her clothes and popped into the adjoining office. Soon I heard the clacking of the computer keyboard. I imagined her behind her PC looking efficient but slutty. I would wank off on that later.
I lit up a cigarette and after dragging in a couple of puffs, released them in thick, short squirts. I did this a couple of times, systematically gassing the office as precious seconds ticked away. She would be here in an instant.
I didn't bother to comb my hair, or redo the knot of my tie. I didn't want to look too neat. I wanted to look disheveled as if I just had a rough morning at the office. But the most important thing was too act innocent. I was about to make the most important performance of my life and I was aiming for an Academy Award for Best Actor.
"Good afternoon, Madam" Priscilla chirped from her office. No answer. My wife was definitely in the house. My door opened abruptly and Jasmine swept in like Hurricane Katrina. It took me sheer will power not to have a panic attack and fall on my knees and beg her for mercy. Instead I lounged in my leather seat and lazily eyed her through the thick clouds of nicotine.
"Darling" I drawled, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
She paused to glare at me, her hands on her wide hips. I must say she looked gorgeous. She was dressed in a business suit which seemed to have difficulty containing her voluptuous curves and her haughty, angry face was a coldly attractive. I felt my erection returning and I wondered what kind of sick fuck I was.
"Why are you smoking?" she asked peering at me through the fumes, "I thought you quit."
"I have. I was really stressed out and needed to relax."
Her eyes lingered on my face then swept my office. Looking for clues, I thought to myself. What a suspicious bitch.
She raised a finger and pointed to the outside office.
"What's that?"
At last, I thought.
"That's Priscilla my new secretary."
"What happened to the other one?'
"Married. Gone."
