Whore.

Chapter 40: Whore

I looked at the boring screen of the computer. Meetings, meetings, more meetings, a couple of company documents to type out. It was a little dull, but I didn't hate it so much. Because my boss was an absolute dream. He had been giving me side glances all day and I had pretended not to notice. I knew he wanted me. We were both working late tonight. Brittany, the other department head's secretary walked past my desk holding a cup of coffee.

"H-Gee's really making you earn your salary, isn't he."
"Yeah B, you could say that."

She gave me a tired laugh and I smiled back. We had an understanding, both being personal slaves to busy men. Except that mine was way hotter. He was currently on his way up from the accounts department. He did these menial things himself even though he could easily get me to do them. Another one of the reasons I liked him, he was so considerate. He walked past my desk, throwing me a loaded glance. He was tall, auburn haired, muscled and incredibly hot. In many ways, he reminded me of Swash. But I couldn't think about Swash right now. I had no regrets about what I did at his front door five years ago. I knew he would only end up happy. Besides, If I hadn't done it, I wouldn't have the life I have now.

"Hutch, can I see you in my office please?"
"Right away, sir."

I smiled at myself. It was going down. I knew what he'd expect of me. Keep the sexual favours coming and I'll be in line for a promotion or a pay raise. Bang my way up the company ladder, so to speak. What else could anyone expect? I'm a whore after all.

I walked into his office. He was seated in his chair, swiveling idly. I closed the door firmly to let him know I had entered.

"Could you lock that please?"

I did. Privacy was essential in these things. I stood in front of him, waiting for his command. My heart was beating fast.

"Hutch, how long have you worked in this company?"
"Four years, sir. Almost five."
"And have you been satisfied with your work so far?"
"Sure. It does get a little boring sometimes, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"How would you like to make things...interesting?"

I resisted the urge to smile. That little phrase had me thinking a lot of thoughts. Interesting huh? I'll show you interesting. He narrowed his eyes at me as a slow smile formed on his lips. He hadn't shaved in a few days. Well, neither had I. Once my facial hair began to grow fully, which was about three years ago, I liked it. I wasn't allowed to keep a full beard though. Not like there was any law about it but it was kind of unprofessional. But with H-Gee, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted. He was that kind of cool.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded.
"What did you say sir?" I wanted to play coy.
"You heard me."

I pulled off my tie and began to strip slowly for him. He eyed me with hungry eyes. It was obvious he wanted me. I stood naked before him with the exception of still having my socks on. He licked his lips.

"How old are you again, Hutch?"
"Twenty-five."
"You don't look a day over twenty-three."

I laughed. He got up from his chair and walked over to me slowly. He placed his hand on my muscled chest. I had definitely gone bigger in the past five years. I worked out a lot more, because I had a dedicated trainer. I looked up at him.

"Are you okay, Hutch?"
"Sure, why do you ask?"
"You're burning up."

I didn't get the chance to blush before his lips crashed down on mine. I moaned into his mouth and leaned against him. He had no idea how much I wanted this. His hands went down by back and he pressed my groin firmy against his. I began to fumble with his tie. I wanted to feel his body against mine. We made out as I undressed him and soon I had his shirt off. He was trailing his tongue down my neck as I ran my hands over his strong torso. The little sucking actions in between were making me mad with pleasure.