"What the fuck?!!" I screamed internally.
A couple of minutes ago, I thought I had met the love of my life. My prince charming. But behold, right in front of me, my eyes stared in belief as my prince charming was rhythmically humping my late dad's whore. But even as I stood there frozen and in shock, I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked with his shirt taken off. Of course it disgusted me that miss Mitchell was the one in his arms and not me, but I still felt turned on at how he carried himself as if he had rehearsed the whole sexual positions the night before.
Miss Mitchell had her mouth wide opened without a care in the world. Her back laid on her office desk with her hands trying to hold onto anything on the table that she could. You could tell she was having the time of her life. My prince charming however, even as he calmly thrusted in and out, he didn't seem to be enjoying himself as much as I expected. Or maybe I was just being bitter and trying to convince myself that he wasn't. But his eyes didn't have the same look that dear old miss Mitchell had.
"Cindy?" Miss Mitchell said bringing me back to earth. The shock had me looking like I was put in a trance by a really good magician.
"Cindy honey, I'm so sorry you had to see this." She added again. She sprung from the table and picked up her shirt. My prince charming did the same too. Although unlike miss Mitchell, he made sure to avoid eye contact with me. I couldn't help but feel I was invisible to him.
"It's fine, I didn't see anything." I replied with a fake smile. "I only came to get my watch. I forgot it on the table."
Upon finishing my sentence, I saw my watch sitting pretty on the same table miss Mitchell was being pounded thirty seconds ago. I hated that I would have to make contact with the watch since I had no idea if a drop of miss Mitchell's cum had found its way to the only gift I could get from my late mom.
I immediately walked to the table, grabbed the watch as swiftly as I could, turned around and started to leave the office.
"Cindy honey, I'm so sorry." I heard miss Mitchell say again, but I wasn't even going to act like I heard anything. I raced my way out of the office but immediately came to a halt when I heard 'him' say -
"You should learn to knock."
I froze.
How dare he? He had the balls to have sex with a woman who looked almost twice his age, in an office filled with employees and employers that go about non-stop. And he felt like he wasn't in the wrong?
"I'm sorry." I surprisingly found myself saying. It was like I was possessed by an unknown entity. My whole body was flaring internally but instead of telling him a piece of my mind, here I was apologizing like I was the one who just got caught having sex.
Without turning to look at him or say any further words, I headed out of the office with shame written all over my face. Got into the car and slammed the door shut like the car door had anything to do with what had just happened.
"Take me home, Tim." I said with a sad voice as I laid my head on the car window to look up at the office window of miss Mitchell. Something in me wondered if they continued with their office escapade or if they decided to call it a day.
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It was a brand new day. I was finally going to start working in my late dad's office, or rather my own new office. But not as the owner, but as a not so relevant secretary. I couldn't wait to meet new people, explore and get to make new friends. Get to chat with folks, and hear them tell me things that were genuinely not my concern. Nothing in the world was going to ruin my day, and as far as I was concerned, it was going to be the best day of my life. Or so I thought.
Getting to the office, I was taken to my office corner where I would carry out my day to day activities. And as planned with miss Mitchell, no person in the office was going to be informed that I was the owner of the place. I would go to work every week day, do no serious work except have a look at some paper work, have the time of my life, and then leave the office whenever I liked. This was the plan, and I was so pumped for it.
"Hi there." I heard a familiar voice say to me just as soon as I sat in my office corner. I looked up with a bright smile to say hi back, but was immediately taken aback upon seeing it was none other than my darling 'prince charming.'
"You work here???" I asked with shock written on my face. I couldn't believe miss Mitchell was fucking an employee.
"That's rude. You could have said hi back." He replied with sweet smile. One that made my heart melt in a way I couldn't understand.
"Oh…Sorry…Hi, forgive me for being rude." I said while forcing a light smile.
"Yes, I work here. It's my first day today." He replied.
"Wow. It's mine too!" I replied almost immediately. We both started working on the same day. That was something that I somehow found interesting.
"Wait a minute…" I said as soon as thought came into my head.
If today was his first day working here, that would mean that his sex escapade with miss Mitchell the other day was his job interview. Was he pressured to have sex with her to get the job? Or was he thanking her for getting the job by having sex with her? I couldn't believe it.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"