Page 5 of After Effect

One more time.

Then I opened her cover letter. Her headshot came up first. A young, dark skinned woman with an electric smile and black eyes that drew you in. An unfinished tattoo sleeve rested on her shoulder, giving a touch of hardness to an otherwise girlish face.

Below that, she had listed out some stats. Twenty years old- only a year younger than me. Five-foot-seven, 115 pounds, 36-28-39. Puerto Rican/American. Loves Salsa- the dance and the food. Master of scooter wheelies. Maybe it wasn’t the most professional resume, but it was just off kilter enough to keep my attention. I scrolled down further to her query:

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Hello!

My name is Lillian Ainsworth-Cisneros, and I’m a singer of songs. I love all genres, and I want to believe my music will speak for itself. I hope you enjoy my sound!

With love,

Lilly Ainsworth-Cisneros

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… Alright, well… Not the best pitch I’ve ever read.

There was no wonder as to why her song got lost in the “other” pit. This might be a hard sell to the acquisitions manager. Maybe I could rewrite the pitch for him? They needed to hear this. How frustrating that this kind of talent would be lost over poor self-promotion.

I hit repeat on her audio track yet again. Lilly’s voice filled me from head to toe, so haunting and seductive. I tapped a finger on the desk, trying to figure out how to fix her sales pitch. My eyes fell shut, and I laid my head back into my plush leather chair, trying to get a better idea of how to describe her rhythm and feel. I sank into the chorus

~You slide your love into my body, but still you shut me out.

I beg you to give it to me harder, until my name’s filling your mouth.

I’ll swallow back your passion, then leave as quickly as you came.~

Fuck fuck fuck- That heat was starting to feel like too much. Cheeks on fire, I got up with a start and made a quick bolt for the bathroom. I ducked into a stall and locked the door. This shouldn’t be triggering my libido like this. I shouldn’t be feeling this way just from a woman’s voice. It’s not like I never got any. I shouldn’t be this easy. I had my pick of the cheerleaders in school.

But imagining looking into those eyes with that voice playing in my ears was making my heart race in a way none of those girls ever did. Not even close. This doesn’t make any sense.

… Still, there was no way I was going to be able to concentrate if I didn’t relieve myself a little. It was all quiet in the bathroom. No one else was here. It would only take a few minutes…

I pressed my back against the door for support, while undoing my belt. This is so unprofessional. What am I thinking?

My internal protests went unheard, while my fingers inched down my zipper, and slipped under my waistband.

Christ. I’ve had a woman straddling me, her whole body on display, firm breasts bouncing as she worked me to climax, and I wasn’t even half this hard. It was just a song. How was it doing this to me?

I gripped myself firmly, and ran my palm from head to base, biting my lip to stifle a moan. Every motion coaxing a more guttural breath from my lungs. Make it quick. Just get it over with.

Then came the squeak of unoiled hinges.

“Did you see the quarterly report?” An unfamiliar voice bounced off the tiled walls. Footsteps. The bang of the door falling shut. Fuck! I dug my teeth deeper into my lip, forcefully enough to draw blood.

“It’s all I’ve been looking at today- I can’t believe Parrot Marionette is performing this well, while Breanna Annabelle hasn’t even made the charts.” Another voice chimed in, which I recognized as the head of acquisitions. That’s the last person I needed to walk in on me. “I thought Baek was crazy when he insisted we sign them.”

“Just goes to show you, the boss didn’t get where he is for no reason.”

I was hoping my body would take the hint and fall flaccid out of fear of being exposed, but their presence had the opposite effect. My heart beat so loud and hard, I was shocked they couldn’t hear it, while my cock throbbed and quivered in my own grip.

I squeezed my eyes shut, building that tension with one hand, while covering my mouth with the other. The stalls beside me shut, echoing loudly enough to hide the whimper that escaped my throat. I triggered the flusher as I drew in a sharp breath and released into my hand. My knees buckled and my body quivered. I dropped to the floor and gripped the toilet seat, fighting to catch my breath and get myself in order before I had to go out and face my coworkers.

With another flush of the toiler, I stepped out of the stall. I splashed water over my face to try to bring my senses back to reality. A tall, thin blond approached the sink beside me, and glanced my way.

“Oh, you’re the new intern, right?”

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