Play Dirty

Chapter Four - Dirty

The conversation with her mother had a good effect on her. She then spent a few hours buried in documents, analyzes, and tables. But most importantly, she was alone. He hadn't come back. Yet. Which made her day a little calmer than her morning.

It was already 11 o'clock. Probably because of the calm that had overwhelmed her, or rather from the lack of sleep, she suddenly felt a sharp need for caffeine. She picked up the phone on her desk but returned it immediately. She could have asked Andrew's assistant to bring her coffee, but there was something she didn't like about this Charlotte at all. So Victoria decided to go to the cafeteria herself. Plus, there were still a lot of people she wanted to say 'Hi' to.
She had grown up in this building. She knew everyone, from department directors to Accounting and Human Resources.

And as expected, all these people were very happy to see her. In addition to loving and knowing her from an early age, at the time of this great change in the company, they felt more at ease knowing that Walter Summers' daughter was there.

Because Andrew wasn't bad only in Victoria's eyes. His betrayal had affected everyone. And to have him among them again, and as their boss, was just as illogical and insane as it was for Victoria herself.

After enjoying her coffee and the sweet talks, Victoria returned to her office, hoping Andrew hadn't returned yet. And when she opened the office door, she sighed with relief. She took a few steps inside, and at the same moment, her phone rang.

"Justin, hi!"

"Hey, Tori. How's it going?"

She sat on top of her desk and crossed her legs.

"Good...as good as it can be..."

"Do you want to have lunch with me? And we can talk about that thing... you know... what I wanted to talk to you..."

"You sound strange, Justin. I am very curious, but I will have lunch with my mum today. But how about dinner?"

"Perfect! I will pick you up at 7 pm."

"Ok..."

Suddenly, she was interrupted by the opening of the door.

"...ey," she barely finished her word.

"I see that you feel comfortable here already ..." Andrew stood in front of her and his presence already made her nervous.

"Justin, I'm going to hang up. I'll see you tonight."

When she hung up, she set her phone down next to her and looked at Andrew with the calmest look she could come with.

He walked slowly toward her.

"Justin? The boyfriend?"

"It's not your business!"

Andrew approached her, and before she could get off the desk, he spread her legs and stood between them.

"Don't dare to touch me, Andrew!"

"Are you sure?" He looked her straight in the eye. "Are you sure?"

She said nothing.

He stroked her thigh slightly up and down with his finger. Very light. And gently.

With his every touch, her skin tingled.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered to her ear.

He placed his finger on her lips.

Then he moved his hand slowly down her neck, went through her breasts, and after that put it back on her thigh.

Convulsions ran through her entire body. And no matter how hard she tried to hide it, she couldn't. It was as if she was frozen. She wanted to escape, she wanted to run but her body did not move. It did oppose her. It enjoyed. It was thirsty. For this touch. 

"Do you want me to stop, Victoria?" He spoke softly and kept looked her in the eye.

And she said nothing again.

He moved his hand along the inside of her thigh, under her skirt.

"Ohh my," he bit his lower lip. "You are so wet, Victoria. And you claimed that I do not give you pleasure?"

He inserted both fingers in her and began stroking her with his thumb.

"Fuck, I can't resist the craving to taste you."

He swung and threw everything from the desk to the ground, grabbed her legs hard, and pulled her away so she laid down. He put his head between her legs.

He began to lick her thigh and slowly was moving his tongue to her groin while he was moving his fingers in her.

"Do you want me to stop, Victoria?"

He took his fingers out of her and put them in her mouth.

She took them in her mouth and began to lick them.

"Nah... I don't think you want me to stop..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him for a second. She grabbed his head and moved it back between her legs.

"Don't stop," she barely said.

Her attempts to suppress the moaning were already completely unsuccessful. She was drowning in ecstasy. And Andrew enjoyed it as much as she did. His tongue continued to rage on her groin, his fingers kept doing their job. They moved in her. Fast.

And faster.

And she was groaning louder and louder.

And just as she was about to reach the end, the office door opened.

"Andrew! What..? What are you doing?"

He turned angrily.

"Why don't you knock, Charlotte?"

Meanwhile, Victoria got off the desk, fixed her skirt, and ran away from the office.

"Victoria!"