Hello and welcome back! I am so so sorry for the delay, especially since I said this update would be sooner, but I got a new computer and transferring files has been lengthy.
This story is not going to be abandoned. Sorry for the scare. To make up for it, this chapter is longer than others.
New readers: it is advised to read earlier chapters in this story, as chapters aren't quite standalone.
NOTE: This chapter contains a character making unwanted sexual advances toward another character (not rape!) and if this bothers you, I advise you to skip over that part in the story.
Without further ado, here's 'Work and Play Part 6'.
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I've been on hold for a good seven minutes now, but I'm completely unfazed. Any other day, this would bother me, but there's no other way to describe this morning as anything other than spiritual.
After Gabriel left, I went to bed almost immediately, getting a full, fulfilling nap in before going to work. I honestly wouldn't mind doing that every day.
Then, I arrived at work fifteen minutes early, beaming, of course. Gabriel called me before I even got the chance to sit down, and I hurried up to his office. I thought he might have had breakfast for us, but no; the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Jiao won't be here until ten thirty."
"And?"
I suppose he wasn't completely satisfied this morning (I knew he wouldn't be), because he pushed me up against the door, kissing me with such ferocity, I thought something was wrong, or someone was going to hear us from outside the room. I breathed him in, locking my fingers in the back of his neck and grinding my stiffening cock against his through dresspants.
"You still owe me a pair of pants," I whispered as I unbuttoned his shirt and him my vest.
"I'll get you a whole wardrobe if you do less talking this time," Gabriel grunted, getting frustrated with the last button on my vest. I kissed him, all tongue, before undoing it myself. "Promise?"
"Wait, what? Like you're serious? I talk a lot, I'm sorry," I whined. "I can't help it; it helps me stay connected—"
"I'll spank you over my desk if you're quiet," Gabriel offered. And like that, my mouth was shut. I was so quiet, I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. "You want my hands on you, Baby?"
I nodded obediently, like a slut.
Next thing I knew, I was on my knees, looking up at Gabriel with big eyes, his nice, fat cock in my mouth and his big hand in my hair. I enjoyed the taste of him. I licked along the thick vein on the underside of his dick and took each of his balls in my mouth, moaning with each taste.
I was bent over his desk in less than a minute, gasping and begging for more as he drove his cock in and out of me, giving me nice, hard smacks to my already tender ass along the way. I listened to the sounds of our bodies coordinating together, sickeningly sweet, wet, strong sounds filling the room. My comfort.
He came in my mouth and on my chin. I swallowed. I figured I could be his stress reliever too.
So being put on hold isn't so bad.
Gabriel must tell Jiao everything; she was the third person to see me today, and she teased me for 'looking so lively this morning'. Endless teasing must be a big part of their relationship, and I've been made a part of it. I simply smiled and blushed and went on my way. Man, it feels good to feel good.
I didn't even flinch when Clay Edgar intentionally bumped into me after I got my morning coffee. He's a creep, he's an idiot, but he's nothing to me. I'm on a high that can't be matched.
I'm texting my sister when I'm finally connected with a representative from the branch I'm trying to call.
"Hello, Sean Freeman of OrtegaTech New Mexico, how may I help you?"
"Hello, my name is Zeke Hartigan, manager of advertising and sales, and I was calling to inform you of a meeting we have scheduled today with one of your representatives at 11:00 today over Skype."
There's a pause on the line, and then a friendly chuckle. "Yes, I'm your rep, and I'm in the OTech building in Colorado."
"Oh," I glance at my clock: 10:48. "Well, I've been misinformed, ha. I'll meet with you in just a bit." I quickly straighten up my shirt and gulp down the rest of my coffee before heading upstairs.
I make my way into the meeting room to sit down. Gabriel sits across from me, along with Jiao and a few other familiar faces. I shake hands with the women and men nearby and wait for someone to start the meeting.
Two minutes later, a man walks in, carrying a briefcase and looking like he walked straight out of a magazine. Must be the rep. He instantly changes the atmosphere of the room with smiles and friendly greetings.
He shakes my hand, "Sean Freeman."
"Zeke Hartigan."
"Did you dress up for me?" Sean teases, looking me up and down. I'm completely stunned. I'm sure I'm blushing bright red, and I giggle, trying to think of something to say in return. Is he flirting with me? He's flirting with everyone, it seems. I wish I were that bold.
"Of course," I reply, tossing my hands in the air. "I'm usually in rags."
Sean sits a few seats away, where I can see his side profile. His hair is cut relatively short, longer on the top. His skin is deep, I don't want to say chocolate-colored; that's so cliché. But his skin is impossibly smooth. There's a hint of a mustache on his lip, and every time his white smile contrasts against his dark skin, I practically shiver in my seat.
I sort my papers out, and when I look up, Sean winks at me. I'm sure I look absolutely embarrassed right now.
Sean is a very good speaker, and he's more financially smart than even I am. He makes the meeting very casual, cracking jokes every once in a while and poking fun occasionally. He's truly a charmer. The meeting hardly feels like a meeting by the time we're done. My goodness, Sean is an attractive man. I'm not looking, of course, but... Sean is very different than any other men I've met. He seems very real, like he'd act the same with everyone.
Sean instantly comes over to me after the meeting, making small talk and being friendly. "So where'd you go to school?"
"Harvard," I say. "Business."
"And you ended up in business. Good for you. I graduated with a Masters in neuroscience. And here I am," Sean chuckles. "I don't mind it at all. I believe we have the same job. Manager of ads and sales?"
"Yeah."
"Look at you, barely 25 and reeling it in," Sean teases. We walk to the elevator together, chatting the whole time. God, he's so smart. Attractive, nice—if I would've met someone like him beforehand...
No, no. Bad Zeke. Gabriel is trying. He is. He's never been with a man before. Give it a go.
As we step into the empty elevator, Sean doesn't hesitate to breach my personal space and put on a low voice. He's not much taller than me at all, and his big brown eyes reel me in. "You know, I'm going to be in town for the week, plus the weekend. I'm actually planning on transferring here."
I chuckle nervously. "I um... well, you'd have to find another position. Manager of ads and sales is taken, my friend."
