Page 22 of Judging Duke

As much as I wanted to retaliate, I couldn’t do it at work. I was already in a shitload of trouble. Mr Carr would not be happy to find me scuffling with the guests.

Jesus fucking Christ. I needed this job.

I wasn’t destitute by any means, but it didn’t mean I didn’t need to work.

“Hey, handsome. What happened?” Holly came from behind the reception desk and walked towards me, concern on her face. “Come into the back. Let me look at that for you.”

I’d normally say no, but I was feeling sorry for myself. I’d let him knock me on my arse, and I was feeling like a right twat.

She led me to a small annex off the staff room where we kept the medical supplies.

“Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” she asked, inspecting my face.

I put my head back, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

“I got in a fight.”

“What?” She paused as she opened the antiseptic wipe. “Who with?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Your choice.” She dabbed at my lip, and I hissed. Shit, that stung.

“It was with a guest, if you must know, and now I need to go see Carr in his office at three. I need this fucking job, Holly.”

“Of course you do, but why were you fighting with a guest?” Her hands roamed my body, checking my bare elbows and arms for more cuts before she wiped the dust from my trousers.

“It’s a really long story. I haven’t got the energy to tell you right now.”

Was it my imagination, or were her hands wandering a little too freely?

“What are you doing, Holly?” I pushed her hands away. This wasn’t the time. I was already in enough trouble.

“You look a little…tense.” She shrugged and licked her lips, her cherry-red lipstick glistening in the sunlight.

“Jesus, Holly. Anyone could come in. Now’s not the time.” My dick had other ideas and rose to the occasion.

She took my hand and opened the door to the kitchen garden, looking both ways before she stepped out. She walked me through it and out the iron gate at the end. It led to a small, shady, wooded area hidden from the windows of the house and prying eyes. I knew few people came his way.

“I can make you less tense, if you’d like? Looks to me like you want it, even if your mouth won’t say the words.”

She caressed my balls gently through my trousers.

“Holly,” I warned as she undid my belt before getting to her knees.

“You worry too much.” She smiled wickedly.

Every word I had in mind to say disappeared as she wrapped her lips around me, teasing me.

I leant my head back on the tree. “Fuck, that’s good.” I gripped her head gently, leading the pace.

Holly gave the best blowjobs, and before long, I was shooting my load, my body sagging against the tree, boneless and weary.

“Better?” she asked, getting to her feet and brushing down her skirt and knees. She licked her lips, removing the drop of cum at the corner of her mouth.

“You know it is.” I pulled her in for a rough kiss, and still that damn lipstick was intact.

“I’d best get back, but any time you want to relieve any tension, you know where I am.”

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