Page 61 of Nine Inch Nasty
“Uh oh, why are you sad?”
I look down at my fancy pasta lunch and push it around with my fork. “This isn’t college.”
Spencer scoots his chair into place and then wraps an arm around my chair. “It’s not. But…it’s also kind of cool? Like, the men’s bathroom doesn’t have a stall that’s permanently out of order and they use the fancy paper towels. They’re in a basket, Delaney! Not a broken-ass motion sensor thing. And why does the soap smell like gummy bears? Who cares, I love it!”
Mood lifted. “It does smell like gummy bears.” I look around the lunchroom before messing with the buttons on my blouse. “We can do this, right? It’ll get easier?”
He snorts and takes a bite of his own lunch before making me take a few bites of mine. “Delaney, you’ve been here for three hours. I’d say it’s going to get easier. Don’t be too hard on yourself, your mom did this job for over twenty years. She didn’t start her first day and get everything down perfectly. I bet you she grew into the position and learned what worked and whatdidn’t work, and learned how to manage people and how to delegate.
“If it helps, imagine where we’ll be in even a few months’ time; you’ll have your routine down, and you’re going to think about the you that’s sitting next to me right now and wish you could give her a hug. You’re perfect for this job, you just need to spend some time here.”
I wipe some sauce off his face with a napkin and grab his hand. “The position didn’t even actually exist before my mom. She had to make it all up as she went along, I think. Sorry, I don’t know why I’m in such a funk. I just feel…I don’t know, off. Disappointed, but I don’t know why.”
“I know why,” Jackson says as he creeps up behind me, scaring the shit out of me. “You probably just need to go break in that sex chair in your office that doubles as a water dispenser; that’s genius, by the way. No one is going to question its purpose when it’s clearly there to dispense water.” He freezes, his sandwich inches from his mouth as he looks at me. “That isn’t uh, ausedpiece of furniture, is it? Because if I’ve been fantasizing about something your mother has gotten freaky on…”
I roll my eyes. “Everything in all of our offices are new. Gross, Jackson.”
“Well in that case, hurry up and eat. We’ve got thirty minutes before that diva of an assistant you’ve got yells at us to get back on task.”
That’s an easy enough request to follow. Suddenly, my lunch is the most appetizing thing I’ve ever eaten and I can’t get it in my mouth fast enough. The three of us have just enough sense to walk through the halls calmly, terrified somebody’s going to stop us.
By the time we’re back in my office, behind a door that has an industrial lock and sound dampening, they can’t get me undressed quick enough. And maybe my skirt knocks over the fancy cup of pens I have on my desk, but when I’m being double penetrated on company time, who the fuck cares?
“Don’t see the point of the crotchless panties, but they’re fucking hot,” Jackson groans as I continue to claw his chest up.
Spencer is behind me, thrusting against both of us, doing the most work since he has the most leverage, but he’s definitely not complaining. “What was August saying this morning? Best job ever? Could not agree more.”
I can feel my orgasm rising to he surface, quick and dirty, and I’m determined to take both of these men over with me when I go. Better ramp up the dirty talk. “Fuck, Spencer. You’re taking us so good. Such a trampy slut for me, aren’t you? You like seeing my ass bounce when you thrust inside of me? Like feeling Jackson’s cock when you stuff me full like that?”
“Fuck, keep going, baby. Pretend I’m one of your other mates. They can’t all be here, so call their names, baby. Pretend they’re fucking you right now, too.”
“So…fucking…dirty! Fuck!” Time to put my memory to work. I can probably recall all their names right now, right?
“That unicorn dick feels so good reaming into me, Skylar. You’re so damn magical, you make me want to ride off into the sunset while I peg you into oblivion!
“And Wil, fuuck, Wil. Who’s the prettiest goat? Who gives the best goat dicking I’ll ever have?
“Oh yes, Zac, give those hemipenes. You know how much I love it when you stuff them in each hole, just like a double scoop sundae. Little bit of both because I can’t choose.”
Jackson looks like he’s seconds away from coming, and Spencer’s somehow getting off to me pretending he’s literally anyone else, and the slap on my ass tells me he wants me to continue. How weird should I get?
“Ash, you barbed lion dicked god! Roar at me and call me your slut!
“Demon daddy Rush and rock daddy Leo, I love it when you two pound into me and then make out over my shoulder. Love seeing you two bond over your favorite varieties of potatoes! Love when you fuck me with them and then eat them for dinner!
“Fuck, I’m gonna come! I can’t—” My body starts spasming, so I don’t make it through the rest of my mates, and the orgasm is so good I go lightheaded as I ride it out. The way that Spencer is pushing Jackson into me deeper, stretching me to absurdity, is delicious.
I’m so overwhelmed with sensation that doesn’t end that my voice drops out and I scream silently, head thrashing. I’m pinned down by both their hands, so I can’t do anything but sit here and take what they decide to give me, fucking me as I feel my body begin to soak up all the cum and transform it into pure magic. That was a cool thing I figured out the other day, because cleaning up cum when you fuck as many men as I do is actually pretty ridiculous.
Eventually we have to lie in the shame of what we just said and did, and the endorphins are fading so we don’t even have that as a cushion. But I still feel fucking great.
Well, until the intercom by my door beeps and Cory’s voice comes over to inform me that one of us hit a very wrong button during our ‘filthy unscheduled sex’ and so broadcast our session to…yep, the entire building.
“Oh, also, Adam might have started a small fire in the copy room, but we’ve got it under control. I’ll see you in five for your next meeting. Please do wash your hands first, though. You’ve got some community leaders to meet. Yes, they were in the building for all of that. Cheers!”
I should be so damn embarrassed.
Earlier, I was ready to cry though, and these two men just put me through all of the good feelings, and now I remember exactly why I’m here.
