But I Need This Job:
Volume One
By
Ciara Ryan
Copyright© 2012 Ciara Ryan
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A Tease From
Sex With Teachers: Kindergarten
A Tease From
Mark Frazer’s got on his dark grey Calvin Klein suit today. He must have a really important lunch meeting, no doubt with one of our biggest clients. I sit at my desk just about every day, and dream about Marks package. I bet he’s got a big cock; he’d have to have a big one to be a senior partner at this law firm. Even the younger lawyers at the firm are total sharks, so you know Mark has gotta be one serious motherfucker to rule over this roost. I haven’t worked at the firm for very longer; just celebrated my four month anniversary two days ago, and I didn’t know that Mark was the head honcho the first time we met, but I knew he was a man of great power.
“Let’s go get some lunch, Allie,” I hear Lisa’s voice; it snaps me back to reality.
“K,” I answer.
But ‘Fuck you, Lisa,’ is what I’m thinking as I gather up my purse and fall in behind her.
I was perfectly happy, lost in my daydream about Mark and what he must be packing in his trousers.
“Hey, Mark,” Lisa says when we walk past him.
Lisa dresses like a tramp at work. She’s nothing more than a paralegal like I am and we’re at the bottom wrung for certain, both respect and pay wise, yet Lisa dresses herself like she’d been the full-fledged partner since day one. Today she’s got on a new pair of black pumps that I don’t even wanna bother asking her about at lunch, a light blue blouse and a black skirt that could easily be classified as a micro-mini. She sashays around the office, wiggling her ass everywhere she walks. She’s never come right out and told me that it’s her goal, but I know that she’s hoping to land one of the senior partners, the guys with all of the money, but so far from what I’ve heard, the best she’s done is blow a couple of the young guys, and get herself a bad reputation around the office.
Mark, always a gentleman, offers both of us a polite wave and smile despite being involved in a conversation with two of the other senior partners. He calls us both by the wrong name, but at least he acknowledges our presence.
“He smells so good,” Lisa says when the elevator doors are safely closed, and we’re on our way down to the lobby.
“I didn’t notice,” I offer.
That’s such a fucking lie. You could always smell Mark before you even saw him. I’d be walking down the hall and catch a quick inhale of his cologne, and my pussy would get damp. Some of the guys would practically bathe in their cologne before coming to work, but Marks was never overpowering. You’d be standing in a group of the guys, and despite the fact that the other guys would have doused themselves with cologne already that day; Marks would somehow stand out in the crowd; subtle, but strong enough to tighten your nipples and make you moist.
One time I’d found myself alone in the elevator with him.
“That’s a nice fragrance you have on,” he told me.
I was frozen in place. I know that that was his way of asking what perfume I was wearing, but I was so nervous that I couldn’t make my mouth answer him. Either that or it could have been that I was lost so deep into my fantasy of him hitting the stop knob on the elevator, lifting up my skirt, and taking me from behind right there.
Lisa was prattling on about some gossip she’d heard earlier that morning, but I didn’t hear her because I was upset about a text that I’d gotten from my boyfriend Dustin, while we were in the elevator on the way down to the lobby.
'What do you mea your gonna b late 2nite,' the message said.
I was going to have to stay a little late tonight to catch-up on some paper work and attend a meeting. Like I said before, I’m at the bottom wrung at my job, although it’s not officially in my job description, I get all the shit jobs. I do the running around, and mountains and mountains of paperwork everyday. Staying late was a common occurrence for me, but each time Dustin would be surprised when I said I was going to be home late. Neither of us had been out of college for very long, and Dustin’s job as an IT guy wasn’t as demanding as mine, so he never understood it when I had to work some overtime, for which I wasn’t paid per my contract I might add.
“Did you hear me?” Lisa said. “Tawnya is pregnant.”
“Katie told me this morning,” I informed her.
“Oh, did she?” Lisa snapped.
The girls I worked with were all so catty, and despite Lisa’s ability to be absolutely like the rest of them, she was the only girl that I remotely got along with where I worked, so I had to put-up with her even though she could be a real cunt. She hated it if she found out you heard a juicy piece of gossip from someone else, and I figured she might spend the rest of lunch in a real bitch mood if I didn’t give her a chance to tell me something I didn’t know.
“Who’s the father?” I asked even though I already knew.
“Derek,” Lisa said with disgust.
Derek was one of the newer guys at the firm, but from what I’d heard, he was moving up the ranks quickly.
“Can you believe that shit?” Lisa said. “I sucked his dick like a week ago. And that slut Tawnya is pregnant with his kid.”
I was relatively new to the big city. Sure I’d gone to college in the city I now work, but these girls like Lisa, Katie, Tawnya, and all the other ones where we worked, their whole life seemed to revolve around trapping some rich guy and living off him the rest of their lives. I wasn’t like that. Certainly there were a few guys around the office that I thought about when I rubbed my clit, but only Mark was on my mind when I had a finger in my tight little pussy, or Dustin’s dick in it.
I received another text from Dustin at the end of lunch.
'So now yur just gona ignore me? Who is he?' It said.
I had ignored his last message. Every since we had moved in together, and I’d begun work at my new job, Dustin had begun to show me a jealous side of himself that I never knew existed before. Maybe it’s because he’d come out for drinks with me and some of the girls from work once and heard them all talk about landing one of the lawyers at the firm that he was jealous. The late nights I always had to work probably reinforced the perception of my workplace that he had gotten from the girls also I’d bet.
“Is he being weird and jealous again?” Lisa asked again when she must have seen the look on my face as I checked the last message from Dustin again.
“He’s not being weird, Lisa” I said in defense of my man even though he was being both things she’d just accused him of.
I left out the jealousy part because I didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“You should make a play for Dennis,” Lisa had told me the first time I shared the fact that Dustin was turning into a jealous boyfriend.
“I don’t want Dennis,” I had told her.
“Whatever,” Lisa said. “Dustin is never going to have any money. Dump his ass.”
We stood wordlessly in the elevator on the ride back up. Lisa would press the issue of Dustin’s jealousy if I opened the door to any conversation at all, and I didn’t feel like having that talk right now.
The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, and Lisa got off. Mark was standing outside the doors talking to someone I’d never seen before.
Lisa gave her long brunette hair a toss, and touched Mark on the forearm. “Hi, Mark,” she said as she walked by him.
Mark gave her a polite head nod, but kept talking to the man he was conversing with.
I felt a rush of heat surge to my pussy, and my face flushed when he looked in my direction. Whether he had planned to get on the elevator or not, I found myself reaching to push the open door button unconsciously; not once, but twice.
I couldn’t hear the conversation Mark was having, but when he smiled, I told myself that it was because our eyes had met if only for a brief moment, and it had made him happy, if not horny. I closed my eyes for a beat longer than a blink and pictured the growing manhood in Mark’s pants. I could see his cock stretching the fabric of his underwear. I bet he wore boxer-briefs, loose enough to let his dick breathe, but tight enough that his meat would stretch them to capacity when he was hard. I hit the elevator door open button again, and closed my eyes for a longer moment. This time I saw my slender fingers wrapped around his tool. The scent of his cologne was wafting all around me, and I could practically smell the musk of his cock as I dreamed of Mark’s balls in my mouth. Goosebumps stood up on my exposed forearms, and freshly shaven legs. When I again opened my eyes, my left hand had moved down to my crotch. I looked to see if Mark had seen me do this, and luckily he wasn’t looking when I had unconsciously gone to check if there was a puddle dripping from my wet snatch as I thought there must have been.
If I didn’t get out of there quickly, I felt like I was either going to die from embarrassment, or from being so fucking horny. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and the bra I had on that day was terrible for concealing such things. I reached to push the close door button, but pushed the open button again.
How many times had I done this by now?
Mark was looking my way again, and smiling. His hairline went up a little when he smiled because his grin so big and it made the subtle grey around his temples more noticeable for some reason. The slight touch of grey was so fucking hot on him. The first time I’d seen him, Lisa told me he was almost sixty years old, but I knew that was a lie, he was forty-one, and very successful for his age. Mark was the goal of every one of the gold digging skanks I worked with. Even if he didn’t marry them, every girl at our work wanted to taste his cock, or have it slammed into her hot pocket at least once. Mark was that guy that made your cunt dewy without having to do anything, and my pussy was evidence of that right now.
The thought of riding Mark’s joystick was making me weak, and mercifully the elevator doors began to close.
“Hold that door,” Mark called out to me from where he was talking.
I fired a hand out like lightning, and practically ripped the doors off the hinges I wanted them to stop so badly.
Mark shook his friend’s hand, and headed towards me.
“Thanks,” he said when he stepped onto the elevator with me.
It didn’t help that I was sure my knees were going to give out when he came within smelling distance. I had a vision of myself lying unconscious. The contents of my purse spilled all around me, and my skirt riding up from when I fell. Mark would at first try to revive me, but be so overcome by the site of my exposed thigh and damp silk thong that he’d have to risk me waking up and catching him putting a finger inside my freshly shaven pussy, or just licking it once to satisfy his curiosity. I saw myself coming to; my panties gently pulled aside, Mark lapping softly at my clit. When I ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, he’d tell me that he just couldn’t resist tasting my sweet, pink pussy. I’d act offended at first, but would quickly find myself on the business end of his raging hard-on. I wanted his cock so bad, that I was hoping I’d pass out in an elevator and wake-up to find myself being molested.
“How was lunch?” he asked.
I opened my eyes, and saw that the elevator had climbed one floor. I’d be getting off in another two floors, but prayed for the elevator to stop unexpectedly.
“It was okay,” I offered.
“How do you like working here?” Mark asked when I didn’t elaborate any further on lunch.
“It’s nice,” I said, and left it at that.
Inside my purse, the first few bars of the new Kesha tune signaled that I had a new text message. I rifled through my purse, desperately trying to find my phone to silence the adolescent music. I was mortified that Mark had heard my ringtone. No doubt he saw me as a little girl already because of my tiny frame, but he must have seen me as even younger after hearing my juvenile ringtone, and not as the mature woman I saw myself as. My twenty-third birthday was only three weeks away as of today.
'Tis is bullshit, Allie. U cn’t just inore me ike this'. It was Dustin again, and I was too distraught about what had just happened to even be mad at him for his message, or his spelling.
“Guy trouble?” Mark asked when the elevator started to move again.
“How’d you know?” I asked.
“You missed your floor.”
I looked up from my phone and saw that we were now two floors above my designated stop. I’d been busy reading- and trying not to react to Dustin’s latest outburst- that I’d stood there while the doors were open, and didn’t even get off.
At the next stop, the doors opened and two men started to get on with Mark and myself.
“Should be another one on the way, fellas,” Mark said.
The men ceased their progress at Mark’s words, and we waited for the doors to close.
He must have wanted to spend more time alone with me. I forgot about Dustin when this revelation hit me, and was right back thinking about Mark’s cock. I wanted to wrap my hand around his shaft, and jerk him off until he shot his load all over, then lick the remnants from my fingers. I was all of the sudden aware of my wetness again, and my cunt ached for his fingers. I never let Dustin fuck my tight little ass no matter how much he begs and pleads, but I wanted Mark to fuck it so hard that it hurt, and then use it as his own personal cumdumpster.