Far from getting better, things were getting worse. Thursday morning had come at last, and with it, my thirst for another chance to consummate my affair with Cindy piqued again. This week, I would not be interrupted in the middle of getting it on with my young sister-in-law. This week, I would not be afraid to park in my old parking spot and fuck the ever-loving shit out of Cindy, no matter how many people were present.
This week, however, I would not even see Cindy.
I received the bad news around 2:00 P.M., just as I was beginning to muster another hard-on in anticipation for that night. I sat at my desk, pretending to do work, but just daydreaming about laying Cindy down beneath me and plugging away at her tight, wet pussy.
My boss, Desiree Morales, came into my office and interrupted my fantasy.
"Aaron, you got a minute?" she asked, closing the door behind her. That always meant bad news, because she did not mind praising her employees with the door open, but her ream-out sessions were strictly held in private.
Desiree was a tall, skinny woman. She was a workout warrior and participated in several marathons. Other than running, however, I never heard of her having any kind of life outside of work. I often found that to be a shame. Her dark complexion and dark brown eyes along with her astounding intellect and success made her seem like the ultimate match to some rich playboy. Alas, she seemed married to her work, and demanded nearly the same from those she supervised.
Indeed, I received a pretty big ass chewing. The worst part of it was that I deserved it and knew it. It seemed my output had been sorely lagging behind expectations the last few weeks. Desiree wanted to know why.
Since lusting after my barely-legal sister-in-law did not seem like an acceptable answer, I simply explained that issues at home had distracted me. It was technically true, and the best part was that it seemed to do the trick. Desiree's tone softened.
"I understand that things can get complicated when you try to juggle too many things at once," she said, sitting down across from my desk. "But we are a team, and as such, we rely on all of our teammates to perform. I know this might not be easy for you to swing, but I need you to stay late tonight and catch up on some of this work."
My mind raced, trying to find an excuse that would exempt me from being shut out of Cindy's pants for yet another week. Unfortunately, it did not seem like anything was going to work.
"Aaron," she said sternly, as if she knew I was going to try to weasel my way out of it. "It is...critical...that you get the Patterson proposal done by tomorrow morning."
She did not need to spell it out for me any plainer. The Patterson proposal had been due the previous Monday, and I did not foresee myself finishing until this weekend. Now, I would be stuck at work until the wee hours of the morning. If I failed to do so, I would be searching for a new job.
I nodded tacitly.
"Good," Desiree said with a curt smile. She got up and left my office.
I called Sara and let her know. Whilst disappointed, she wanted me to do whatever I needed to do to catch up with work. Sara has always put a high priority on her career, so the chances that I would end up in the doghouse for this were small.
I deliberated on whether or not to call Cindy. Certainly, she would be disappointed, but in the end, I decided not to call. I would have to wait yet another week.
I immersed myself in my work, and the next five hours passed without my knowing it. When I finally took my eyes away from the computer screen, I realized that it was after seven, and that the office was dark and empty.
My eyes were sore and blood-shot from staring at the monitor, and I was beginning to feel a migraine coming on. I needed some coffee.
I saved my work and stood up to go to the office kitchen.
"Done for the night?" a voice asked.
I jumped a little, for I thought I had been alone. I looked up to see Desiree standing in the doorway.
"No," I stammered. "I was just going to get some coffee."
She walked into my office, grinning the way a lioness must grin when it sees an injured gazelle lying helpless in the plains. She approached me confidently and put her hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay, Aaron?" she asked softly. "You seem out of sorts."
I shook my head. "Nah, I am fine," I replied. "I'm just a little stressed."
She nodded slowly. "Stress can be a killer," she said. "Take my job, for instance. I have some very hard decisions to make in the next week."
I did not quite know what to say. This woman had just ripped into me mere hours ago for not fulfilling the expectations of the company, and now here she was, distracting me with small talk. "I received word from our corporate office in L.A. that our region is being scaled back, and I will have to trim down my team by two people," she said. With heels on, she stood a little taller than me, and she was just two feet away now. She looked down on me with a condescending smirk, and I found my anger rising to the surface.
After I just gave up what could have been the best night of my life to work on this bullshit proposal, she was going to fire me?
"How do I decide whom to cut?" she asked. She stepped past me and sat down in my chair. She crossed her legs and looked up at me. "I mean, we are a team here, and I think that..."
"If I am fired, just say so," I muttered bitterly. I could not even bring myself to look at her.
"Aaron, I have not made a decision yet," she replied plaintively. "But the fact is that the last few weeks, your effort, your attitude, and your performance have all been sub par."
"I am one of the best account managers you have," I countered, mustering the courage to look down at her deeply probing eyes.
"Up until recently, I would have agreed with you," she agreed. "Now, however, I am afraid I am going to have to see a lot of extra effort on your part."
I nodded. "I will do whatever it takes, Desiree," I said slowly. I was beginning to sweat, and I could sense the sadist pleasure she was getting from watching me twitch. "I will work extra hours. I will take on extra accounts. I will work harder. I will..."
"It is not so much that I need you to work harder, Aaron," she interrupted. "I need you to work smarter. I need you to branch out into other duties, to help me make this office run smoother."
I nodded. "Sure," I said. "Whatever I need to do."
"I need help, Aaron," she said, tilting her head to the side. Her dark brown hair was cut to her shoulders, and it swayed back and forth as she looked me in the eye. "You are not the only one with stress. I have plenty of it. And that is where you come in."
