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               "miss bonita, we can't do this. w-we're violating employee conduct." jack spattered out as miss bonita backed him up toward her desk, fiddling with his shirt buttons. she playfully pouted, "oh don't be such a goody-goody, i know you want this..."

               her manicured nails skimmed down his now bare, toned chest to his belt buckle. "please, i-i can't do this. it's wrong!" her finger soar to his lips, shushing him. "it's okay, baby, no one has to know." her hands curled around his belt, unbuckling it and then his pant's zipper.

               jack didn't like this, he didn't like this at all. but his body, one that hasn't experienced sexual pleasure, was betraying him, giving over to the temptation.

               her hand was now over the tent in his briefs, rubbing in circles. he felt his lips part, letting out needy moans and sighs. this wasn't good, this was something entirely against what he was brought up on. jack was a goody-goody, the boy you'd want your daughter to date. but, right now, he felt guilty for wanting this, wanting to get involved with a woman in her early thirties.

               "m-miss bonita..." he moaned at the sight of her on her knees, right in front of his pulsating member. "aw, baby boy, it's sophia."

               her nails scratched against his skin, gripping his pants and briefs. "i want to hear you moan my name when you cum."

               jack sat on his bed, curled into a ball as his eyes leaking tears. he felt so dirty now, his skin on fire at the thought of what happened back at the office. he felt like a little boy again, a boy scarred from a frightening experience.

               jack whimpered, flinching at the flashbacks that probed inside his head. he wished he wasn't so weak, wished that he would've stood up for himself, making it cutthroat clear he didn't want her. but he felt belittled and deprived, so his body gave in too quickly. in that moment of lust, he wanted her lips, her breasts, her hands, her entire being for that moment -- but it wasn't worth it in the long run.

               and somehow through his sobbing and self pity, that girl at the subway came up in his head. she was so young, most likely too young since she was still in school. but... she was different, wasn't fearful much and had this loud personality even without you having to get to know her.

               she knew who she was while jack was drowning to find that out.

               that girl was actually his only highlight in new york, despite sitting on the bench next to hers for almost a week. times square, the ball drop, and anything else new york had to offer didn't shine as bright as she did. she was a bundle of surprises, he wanted to see them all.

NOTE /////

i felt so dirty writing the first part, but idek.

- alaira (aka -inaudibles)