His penis throbbed wildly. He started to jerk off faster and faster, begging Arlene to at least help him beat off. She refused. She watched as he masturbated in front of her, but she wouldn't allow him to increase his pleasure. She wanted to do nothing but get away from him.
His cock went wild as he rubbed it over and over again. He reached out with one hand and started to touch and pinch her tits. She pulled back, but he grabbed her really hard, forcing her body to touch his.
"C'mon, rub my cock!" he shouted. "Touch it! Rub my cock! Ohhh! I'm gonna shoot! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!"
He forced her to massage his balls. She did it without enthusiasm, but his prick kept heating up faster and faster.
His whole body was trembling with excitement now. He jerked off as hard as he could, and he felt his cum ready to shoot out of his cock.
"Ohhhh, baby, rub my prick and balls!" he cried. "Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm coming! Ohhh! Rub that cock! Ohhh! I'm shooting! I'm coming! Ohhh! Ohh, baby! Ohhh!"
His penis erupted with tremendous force, sending out his thick sperm through the slit of his dick right onto Arlene's body. She recoiled as she felt the warm jism pouring onto her, but Mr. Halsted kept thrashing about, keeping his hand on his cock, forcing out every last drop of his sperm.
"Ohhh, feel that cock!" he cried. "Ohhhh, baby, that was good! I'm really hot now!"
His jism flowed over his cock and balls, getting Arlene's hand all wet and sticky. She felt the cream pouring onto her, and she looked around for a towel or a tissue so she could wipe it off.
"Baby, that was good," he exclaimed. "It really could have been better if you had been more cooperative, you know."
"Please," she said, "I'd like to go now. May I wash my hands in your washroom?"
He looked at the cum all over her hands. "Yeah, go ahead," he said, "but I want you to know that I let you get away with just rubbing my balls because you said you hadn't gotten over Eddie completely. I assume you will do so before long."
"Yes," she said. "I hope so." She went into the washroom while Mr. Halsted wiped off the last of his sperm from his prick and balls. He put his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly.
He would give a bit more time to her, he thought. Perhaps it had been too early to try to fuck her again. Well, she was forgiven. He didn't know just when he would try to fuck her again, but the next time, she would have to give in or he would fire her.
"May I go now?" she asked as she emerged from the private john at the other side of his office.
"Yes," he said. "But I'll be expecting you to get over that boyfriend of yours fairly soon. Just remember that it isn't healthy to think about what is over. It's very bad for you. And I like you, Arlene. I've always liked you. Ever since you were a little girl."
"Goodbye, Mr. Halsted. I'm going back to my desk now. I have a lot of work to do."
He watched her go as he unlocked the door. She was going to be difficult, he sensed that. He would have to keep an eye on her to make sure that she continued to remain unattached. He wouldn't put up with her having another boyfriend.
Arlene went back to her desk. "Eddie called," said the girl who sat near her. "He said he'll call back."
"If he does, tell him to go to hell," said Arlene sharply. "I don't think I want anything to do with him or any guy for the rest of my life."
CHAPTER SIX
"You don't mean that," said a deep, masculine voice. "You don't mean that you'll have nothing to do with any guy. Not a pretty girl like you. What would us guys do? We'd have to go out and kill ourselves."
Arlene looked up. "Oh, hi Bill," she said softly. "I do mean that. I'm sure you're very nice, but I'm getting turned off men."
Arlene began to nervously sharpen all the pencils on her desk. Having a conversation about men was not what she wanted to do at this time.
Bill Sample, of the accounting department, was one of the best-looking young men in the office of Grayson Industrial Corporation. He was the dream of all the young secretaries and typists, all, of course, except for Arlene.
"Would you give me a chance to change your mind?" he asked her.
"I've made up my mind," said Arlene flatly. "No more men. Period. Now may I get back to work?"
"You're finished work," he said. "You've sharpened all your pencils, and now there's nothing left to do."
"I have these letters to type," she said.
"They can wait. Let's change your mind over lunch. It's just about twelve, and you can pick the place."
"Good. I pick here. I'm going to eat alone. Thank you."
"Nonsense," said Bill. "You can't eat here. Old man Halsted will have you working on your lunch hour."
"Then I'll go downstairs alone."
"I'll follow you."
"I'll scream and say there's a man following me." Arlene laughed in spite of herself. "No, Bill, I really am not in the mood to have lunch with anyone today. Male or female."
"Well, okay," he said. "But I'll be back. If you don't have lunch with me, you'll never be rid of me."
Bill Sample was true to his word, and the very next day at the very same time, he appeared in front of Arlene's desk. "Lunch time," he said.
"Not today, Bill," said Arlene.
"Then what about dinner?" he asked her.
"I'll think about it. Perhaps some time next year," she said.
Bill gave up and promised her he would try again the next day. The next day, however, he had so much work to do that he was unable to ask her to lunch. At about five, he showed up. "Sorry about this afternoon," he said to her.
"Why?"
"I couldn't make our lunch date," he said. "I'll make it up to you by taking you out to dinner to the finest restaurant in this whole rotten town. How about it?"
"Look, Bill, we didn't have a lunch date, and we don't have a dinner date. Okay?"
"Nope. We do have a dinner date. How about Pierre's? Ever been there? I hear the food is great."
"Pierre's? No, I never ate there. My father loves it."
"Okay. Let's go for a drink first. The Royal Rooster on Elm Street makes great drinks."
"Hold it. I never said I was going to go."
"Well, you didn't say you weren't. Besides, you've never been to Pierre's and it's a great restaurant. But you better hurry. The offer is limited and expires at midnight tonight."
Arlene hesitated. She still hadn't quite gotten over Eddie, and she knew she shouldn't be going out with Bill Sample, but Pierre's was a great French restaurant, and she had been dying to eat there for the longest time. Eddie had once promised to take her, but it was so expensive that she wouldn't let him spend his money that way.
"Good. I can see you've made up your mind to go," he said, fetching her coat. "We're going to have a great time, I know it."
"I didn't say that," she told him. "I never said I was going." She put her coat on and started towards the elevator.
"Or would you rather go to a different place for cocktails?" he asked her. "My favorite is the Royal Rooster, but perhaps you would prefer a different one."
She was silent. He certainly was persistent. "Well, I go this way," she said, when she reached a corner. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Oh, the Gilded Cage is down the block here. Let's go there. They make great bloody Marys."
"Okay," she said, realizing that Bill was never going to give up. "But just one drink, okay? No more. No dinner, okay?"
"One drink and then we'll see."
"No. Goodbye, Bill," said Arlene, beginning to walk down the street.
"Okay, one drink," he said, calling after her. She returned to him.
"Promise?"
"I promise," he said. "One drink. No more. No dinner. No dancing. No night clubbing. Nothing. One drink, and then you'll be out on your ass. How does that grab you?"
"Just fine," said Arlene. They seated themselves at a table near the back and Bill ordered two bloody Marys.