She wanted him to fuck her again and again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Cheap little tart!" Mary Kelly muttered under her breath.
The red-haired secretary was fuming. She had her eyes riveted to her boss and the new CJP girl, Linda Parker. The two of them were standing in a hallway just outside Patrick Huston's office, smiling at each in a sly, intimate way that made Mary's heart pound with envy.
"Little bitch throws herself at him!" Mary steamed to herself, watching the pair. "It's so, so obvious! So childish!"
Mary slammed a piece of paper into her electric typewriter and spaced down to start a letter. She was still glancing up at her boss and Linda more often than she was at the copy she was supposed to be typing onto the Huston and Ross letterhead. She made a mistake, leaving out a whole sentence halfway down the page.
"Goddamn it!" Mary raged, ripping the paper out and crumpling it into the wastebasket.
"I think he's fucking her, don't you?" a deep male voice asked from behind Mary.
Startled, the redhead spun around. Russ Ross was grinning at her through his bushy black beard. He shook his shaggy mane.
"Guy's no fucking good, Mary… I keep telling you," Ross chuckled. "He'll fuck anything pretty that slinks through here, fifteen to fifty. I keep telling you try the creative half of the firm. I ain't pretty, but I'm loyal. I won't fuck you over like pretty boy there."
Mary smiled at Ross. She really thought Russ was sweet. He could always make her laugh. It was a long-standing joke between them, her taking up with short scruffy Russ Ross instead of the tall handsome Patrick Huston.
"Where are we running away to this year?" Mary asked, taking up the game.
"The French Riviera, or Mexico… I haven't quite decided yet," Russ shot back. "My French's okay, but I'm not sure I could write good enough copy in Frog to support us. My Spanish is a lot better, but who advertises in Mexico?"
Mary laughed. Russ always knew how to make her feel better – that was for sure.
"Let me know when you decide for certain," the secretary whispered to Ross. "I'll pack my bags and wait for your call."
Ross chuckled devilishly and patted Mary on the hand. He picked up the pile of incoming mail and sauntered back into his office, reading…
Mary looked down the hall. Linda was in the file room and Pat had gone back to work. Maybe things weren't so hopeless after all, she decided.
Encouraged, Mary buzzed one of the other girls and told her to come up and watch the front. Lunch and a couple of soothing drinks sounded like a good idea. Mary got her purse and left.
Jennifer Halsted was relieved when she came through the door and saw that the little harpy of a redhead that had interrupted her session with Patrick Huston last time was no longer on the front desk.
Good, thought Jennifer, maybe he fired the interfering little bitch!
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Halsted," Jennifer told the new girl on the receptionist desk. "I'm Linda Parker's CJP instructor, and I'm here to see Mr. Huston. Just a routine cheek to see how she's doing on the job."
"Oh, all right," the girl responded. "I'll see if he's free."
The girl buzzed Patrick Huston's office, and he appeared in the front office almost immediately. Jennifer's heart fluttered as she saw the agency owner once again. He was just as tall and charming and well-dressed as she remembered him and she could hardly wait to step into his private office.
"Well, Ms. Halsted, you're looking just as beautiful as ever," Huston smiled, stepping up to Jennifer. "Won't you step inside?"
Jennifer smiled and went into Huston's office. She heard the door close behind her and felt the handsome executive's arms go around her a heartbeat later.
"Oh, Mr. Huston, I…" Jennifer started to protest, but he spun her around and cut her off with a passionate kiss.
Jennifer had known she was going to end up in the confident agency owner's arms or at least she had hoped she would but this was a little sudden. She felt she should delay it a little. Letting Huston maul her as soon as she was alone with him this way made it all seem cheap, somehow.
"Please, Mr. Huston. I just stopped by today to see how Linda is doing!" Jennifer sputtered defensively, breaking away from the horny employer and stepping away.
"She's doing great, and so are you," Huston said in a swaggering tone. "You're looking great, baby. Now let's cut the bull. You want me and I want you."
With that, the good-looking business man stepped up to the tall blonde and caught her in his arms again. She struggled to get away, but not very convincingly. Huston's lips found hers and his tongue knifed into her soft, sensuous mouth.
"Nuhhhh…" Jennifer moaned as the man's wet, slick tongue dueled with hers.
The hot tongue's contact sent shivers racing down the tall woman's spine, and she found herself holding the forceful man in her arms. Their bodies were mashed together as he tightened his grip on Linda and she felt his tongue slither further into her throat like a wriggling, serpentine cock.
The voluptuous blonde moaned anew as she felt her blood boil; Jennifer pressed her stiffening nipples into Patrick Huston's broad chest, grinding her throbbing tits over the fabric of his suit coat. Her dress was so thin that she felt naked in his strong arms.
Naked was exactly what Huston had in mind. His fingers were already working on the buttons at the back of Jennifer's dress. The material parted all the way down to the lovely blonde's ass cleft, and Huston's hands were all over her silky, baby-soft skin.
"Mmmmm…" Jennifer sighed as she felt the man's hot caress on her tender ass and his tongue swirling hungrily in her mouth.
Thick, slippery cunt juice was leaking out of Jennifer's pussy-slit, and her crotch moved against Huston's leg in a lusting rhythm of its own. The agency owner pushed his leg against Jennifer's soft mound and drew a sharp mewl of pleasure as the contact stimulated her aroused cunt.
Huston pulled his mouth from Jennifer's, her lips tugging possessively at his tongue as if it were a fat cock she had been sucking. He tore at her dress, working it off her shoulders and down around her slender waist. His mouth watered visibly as he stared at her lush, protruding tits.
"The couch!" the agency owner gasped, his eyes never leaving Jennifer's big tits. "Get your beautiful ass over on that couch, baby."
Jennifer found herself moving awkwardly toward the couch, her dress hanging around her waist, her tits bobbling along as she walked. The spectacular blonde kept telling herself that she should resist Huston's insistent commands, that she should have more dignity than to flounce around his office half-stripped – but she found herself sitting on the couch, her dress barely on.
The eager executive's hand moved downward, lifting the young career girls dress and panties and running through her thick pubic bush. Huston found Jennifer's weeping pussy entrance and the cunt juice dripping from the small hole.
"Oh, what a hot little clit you've got," Huston smiled down at Jennifer, nudging a finger deep into her steamy, slippery gash. "That little thing gets so wet I can barely believe it, darlin'."
Jennifer groaned and shoved her hips upward, forcing more of Huston's firm probe up her molten cunt. She was hot… as hot as she had been the first time she had visited his office and she didn't have the excuse of being drunk to fall back on, this time. She had to just accept the fact that this handsome, strutting peacock of a man turned her on with shameful ease.
Huston slid his well-lubed fingers in and out of the beautifully proportioned blonde a few more times, making sure that his exploring fingers ran across the excited girl's clit on each stroke. Jennifer groaned at the arousing, pussy-tingling thrills Huston's probing thrusts produced, and she arched her back involuntarily in an effort to get more of his satisfying fingers.