Page 81 of Frankie and the Fed
It’s going to be quick for both of us. The arousal is building inside me at breakneck speed. Ethan picks up the pace, his head buried in my neck and his hot breaths flowing over me.
“I’m going to come,” I call out as my body tightens around him. I push his shoulders, trying to push him away because it’s coming too strong. I can’t bear it.
“Wait,” I call, as I try to get the shaking in my body to cease, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m carried up and up and smash into him again.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming around me. It’s so strong,” he whispers in my ear. “It’s amazing.” He moans one last time before I feel him fill me with his hot liquid.
We lay panting on the desk. “I think I came twice,” I say in amazement.
He laughs. “Next time, we’ll go for three.”
Suddenly, it embarrasses me a little. I let myself get carried away on the first day of work. Sex on the desk? Damn it. But it was so good. So...normal.
“Are you okay with what we did?” He studies my face. “I see you’re not. Shit. I knew I should have stopped you.”
Reading my thoughts as always. “No, I’m perfectly fine. I’m not sorry. I enjoyed pleasing you. It’s just that this is my first day at the office...”
“The boss approved,” he says with a smile. “You fulfilled a long-awaited fantasy for me. Sex in the office.”
“You haven’t had sex at work before?”
“I don’t bring women I go out with to the office, and I’ve never slept with someone who works for me. I mean, until now. So the answer is no.” He thinks about it for a moment. “Looks like we both broke the rules today.”
He straightens my skirt, tucking strands of hair behind my ears. “I have a feeling I’ll be working from this office more often in the near future.”
* * *
My first campaign is about to be released, and today I’m giving a presentation to the management. I asked Ethan not to come. I don’t want anyone to be afraid to speak their mind just because he’s in the room. I know that his presence intimidates some employees.
“The campaign will focus on television commercials, ads on the internet, and lectures for teenagers,” I say. “I’m trying something different, and we’ve secured lecturers and talents who are leaders of public opinion on various social media platforms.”
One manager raises his hand. “I think it’s better to use someone who is professional and not a model or a singer.” I expected some objections, and I sigh internally.
“We want to create a buzz. We want youth to want to come to these lectures, even if it’s just to see their favorite icon, but along the way, they’ll also pick up some of our topics. I don’t care if he or she is an amazing lecturer or not. I want our topics to reach as many ears as possible. I’m looking for exposure. Taking a model with a million followers on TikTok will bring us more audience than the best lecturer in the field at these ages,” I insist and show them the key topics in the lecture.
“We created an internet test designed to identify at-risk teenagers of both sexes. We will do the test during the lecture. And you can do it through the app from anywhere. I hope that with the help of the lectures, we can convince them to install Savee, take the test, and also use the application.”
“And what if the test reveals that the boy or girl is at risk?”
“This is where the bulk of our budget will be invested,” I explain. “We want to provide workshops and treatment to those whom the tests find to be at risk. Anger management workshops, relationship counselors, treatment, and psychological monitoring, either through us or within the community. For free. The bigger the budget, the more options we can offer.”
“And if the boy doesn’t want to go?” someone asks.
I shake my head. “We can’t force anyone. It’s not a punishment. We can only try to convince them. We’ll explain why it’s important and hope they’ll want to treat themselves. Even if we reach just twenty percent of the identified youth, that’s still a twenty percent success rate.” I see nods at the table.
“What are the costs?”
I present the numbers and the expansion plan. “We’ll start with a pilot program in New York. We’ll see the responsiveness of the youth community and what needs to be improved. What the youth respond to better. Then we’ll revise the program. I hope it will be so successful that we’ll receive budgets from the government to continue.”
A murmur rises in the room, and I raise my hands to silence everyone. “I know it’s a big budget for a pilot. Mr. Wolf agreed to contribute a large portion of the amount. I plan to raise the rest through the recruitment campaign, which I presented earlier, and which will go up at the same time.”
I sip from my glass of water. “In addition, we’ll hold a fundraising party, which will be held soon.” I smile and get a few in return from those before me.
“The entire budget will be raised from scratch and will not subtract from existing projects.” I know it’s important that I use new money for the project. No one will want to give up a running project for something experimental. I see the nods and know I’ve succeeded. The voting begins, and I find out I was right.
“Ayala.” Paul catches me on my way back to my office.
“You have permission to run the campaigns,” he says. “I just wanted to tell you, you did a great job. The committee was very impressed with your skills.”
