3 comments/ 29322 views/ 9 favorites Boss Man By: babygurl33 This is based off a true story. Names have been changed to protect those involved. ***** Since beginning my internship, I have found myself often imagining what it would be like to let Mike take me into his office and take full advantage of me. I found myself spending much time at work fantasizing about what it would be like and how it would happen. But a dream was a dream, simply because I found my boss extremely attractive didn't mean that he reciprocated the feelings. So, a little back story. I am a 24 year old student working at a private practice to gain hours for my internship to finish school. I am by no means what you would consider a "sexy" intern. I am overweight and have many insecurities that definitely show. Where I lack in confidence in myself, I make up for with confidence in my job. Mike has definitely noticed. Mike is a 46 year old, thin, successful, and powerful man. His body is perfectly sculpted with a perfectly shaped ass. He has owed his own practice for the past 11 years and has had nothing but success. Considering he has ADHD, which shows itself through disorganization and controlling behavior, I found it very impressive that he has been able to achieve so much for himself. After I found out that he was in the midst of a divorce from his wife, my erotic fantasies about him continued to grow. One evening, after both of our plans fell through, Mike invited me over to his house to "hang out." Of course, I had other thoughts on my mind, but to me they were simply thoughts. Never did I once think or believe that my fantasies about Mike could or would ever become a reality. While we were sitting on his couch and drinking wine, I began subtly flirting with him. Imagining what it would be like for him to overtake me and take advantage of my body. The lights were dim, music was playing low, it was the perfect atmosphere for seduction. Whilst I was lost in my thoughts, I missed the change in our conversation. Mike make the comment, "So what's it going to be like at work now?" "What do you mean?" I replied with a coy smile. "Don't think I haven't noticed you flirting with me. I've caught on to you." Oh shit! I began to feel myself growing wetter as my heart sank even further into my feet. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was trying to be subtle." Mike began to laugh. At that moment, he took hold of my face and I found myself within a deep embrace, with his tongue slightly penetrating my lips. I allowed myself to enjoy this for several minutes before I pulled back. I was starting to freak out! What was I doing! This was my boss, and my supervisor for my internship! This could not happen! "We can't do this" I said while squirming, trying to appease my discomfort between my legs. At this point I began to notice Mike's controlling nature coming out. He kept trying to entice me into straddling him and grinding up on his hard cock. My pussy continued to ache. My panties were soaking wet at this point. His hands began to search, caressing my breasts, rubbing against my throbbing clit. It took everything I had to not allow things to go further. *** The following week at work was very intense. As part of my internship I am required to do weekly supervision meetings with Mike. I was incredibly nervous to even see him at work, let alone sit alone with him for an hour in his office. We had agreed to keep things professional for the sake of the business, but we knew just how hard that would be. I continued to mercilessly tease him, sending him risqué pictures and purposely wearing low cut shirts to enhance my breasts. Even though I was struggling accepting the fact that this situation occurred, my confidence in myself was beginning to rise with how much he wanted me. My pussy continued to be wet while at work, imagining all of the opportunities I could have to have his cock inside of me, thrusting and making me cum. I wanted so badly to make that happen. *** A few days had passed since we had discussed our encounter. Then, one evening, he invited me to come over and drink wine. I enthusiastically accepted the offer. Things began normal, talking about work. I began to wonder if anything was going to happen. "Come one." He said as he held his hand out to me. "Where?" I replied. "Well you didn't come over just to drink wine, so we're going to continue this conversation in the bedroom." Once again my pussy began to get wetter as my heart sank back down into my feet. Was this really happening? My anxiety sky rocketed, imagining the repercussions if anybody were to find out. At the same time, the secrecy of it all was intoxicating. "I don't know if it's a good idea . . ." I said with a coy smile. Of course it isn't a good idea, but I knew that wasn't going to stop us. He grabbed my hand and I followed him into his bedroom. I lay down as he placed himself on top of me. I could feel his hard cock between our clothes pushing up against my clit. All of my inhibitions were gone; I wanted him inside of me no matter the repercussions. Mike began to tear off my clothes, as I pulled his shirt up over his head. As his cock was grinding against my panty covered crotch, I removed my black lacy bra which I wore specially for this occasion. He moaned at the sight of my breasts and took my nipple into his mouth. The sensation of his warm mouth on my pert nipple was driving me crazy. I began to grind more to help relieve the built up pressure. I wanted him inside of me. I moaned at the thought. He quickly removed his pants to reveal his large, thick cock. As this tip of his cock approached my pussy, I could feel his head separating my lips. Pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of me, I let out a soft moan. He then began to thrust himself in and out, at a steady rhythm, hitting every spot just right. My pussy began to contract, squeezing his dick as I came closer and closer to climax. As I reached orgasm, I began to moan louder and louder, allowing myself to feel every little movement he made. "Oh my God!" I yelled out as my pussy began to clench and squirt out my sweet juices. He then met my pussy with his lips, sucking on my clit, making my orgasm continue. He flipped me over, pushing himself into me once again, pulling on my hair, making me squeal. His thrusts continued as I grinded back against him. I could feel my pussy beginning to clench again as I came to another orgasm, squirting my juices all over his dick. I flipped myself over once again, giving myself into submission to my boss. He continued to thrust himself inside of me, making me cum three more times, soaking his cock with my juices every time. I could feel him coming close to exploding as I continued to squeeze my pussy walls and scratch at his back, telling him to fuck me harder. As he came, he thrust himself into me harder as every last drop of his cum found itself into my pussy. When he finished, he collapsed next to me. Soon after, we both got up and retrieved our clothes, dressing ourselves in the aftermath of our scandalous affair. "Well, I should probably go. I have a terribly mean boss who will be pissed if I'm late for work in the morning." I teased as I attempted to find an escape from the incredibly erotic serious of events which I feared would lead to an awkward work week. As I left, I could only think about how amazing this older man was, and began to immediately wonder when the next time will be that I'll get to experience his amazing dick inside of me again. Boss Man's Bonus I've always been attracted to my boss, Alex, but never thought much about it until a few months ago when our harmless flirting became more intense. I was content with just daydreaming about hooking up – had a hundred scenarios played out in my head - but then something came over me and I needed more than just a fantasy. I wanted Alex in the worst way and my thoughts were consumed with figuring out how to make it happen. Turned out to be a lot simpler than I originally thought. I mean of course Alex wanted me too. What man wouldn't want his hot, young secretary? I just didn't know if he would be willing to cross that line... Like I said, it all started when the flirting became more intense. We started sending each other suggestive text messages and one drunken night I sent Alex a sexy picture of my cleavage and proceeded to tell him about a 3-way kiss with my super hot best girlfriends. Over the next few weeks I sent him more of the same until one day I became bolder and sent him a picture in just my bra. Alex was amazed by my beautiful, firm, all natural C-cups. He was full of compliments, which prompted me to take it to the next level and send another picture. This time it was a picture of me pinching my pretty pink nipple. He almost drove off the road! Now that I crossed that line would he do the same? It was around noon on a Thursday and Alex and I were sexy texting each other at the office. We were discussing making fantasy a reality when we found ourselves alone. He asked me to come back to his office. I became flushed and my whole body was shaking. Was this really about to happen? After a few deep breaths I started toward his office. He met me at the door, pulled me in his office and locked the door behind us. Immediately we started kissing. It was so passionate! I wanted at his full lips for the longest time and thoroughly enjoyed sucking on his tongue and bottom lip. His hands were all over my body and it felt incredible. In no time I was undressed from the waist up and Alex kissed all over my neck and tits. I became weak in the knees every time he gave my nipples a pinch. As we were in the middle of our intense make-out session we heard some noise. Shit! Donna wasn't supposed to be back so soon. I hurried to put myself back together and casually walked out of his office. Was it obvious? No, I think we're safe. But something about almost getting caught was very hot!! Alex sent me a text right away about how amazing that was. We both couldn't wait to finish what we started. Luck was on our side. Donna left for the day at 4:00 so once again we had the office to ourselves. Alex and I picked up right where we left off. We kept the play light that afternoon with just some heavy making out and lots of touching. I loved the way Alex touched my body like he was so appreciative of gaining access. Friday was more of the same followed by a weekend of sexy text messages. Neither of us could wait for Monday. Monday morning finally arrived and I was overcome with anticipation on my way to work. I knew we would have some time alone that morning because Donna never arrives to the office before 9am. When I got to work Alex was already waiting in his office. I went straight to him and right away we were all over each other. I loved the taste of his mouth, his strong arms and the fact that I had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. He loved my tight body, perfect tits and extreme passion. Alex was begging me to let him have a taste so I slid a finger in my tight, wet pussy and then put my fingers in his mouth. He sucked the sweet juices off my finger and I dipped in a few more times for him. I knew we wouldn't have much more time so I lifted up my dress, pulled down my panties and let him lick my clit real quick. His mouth was so hot on my clit and I could tell he wanted more. I heard someone coming up the stairs so it would have to wait. Damn! Tuesday morning we agreed to meet early to ensure we had plenty of time. I got to the office first, undressed and set on Alex's desk to wait for him. I was so hot and starting to get impatient so I decided to start without him. Alex walked in just in time to see me sprawled out on his desk completely naked and stimulating my clit. I told him to go ahead and take a seat while I finished. I positioned myself in a way that he had the perfect view of my beautiful lily. I continued to play with myself while Alex watched until he couldn't take anymore and pulled me off the desk on to his chair. He kneeled down on the floor before me and started to lick all over my stomach and thighs. His mouth was felt so hot on my skin and my hips were twisting in agony until he finally put his mouth on my clit. Alex continued to lick my clit while he slid a finger inside me and found my g-spot. My breath became heavier and I squeezed my tit as he licked and finger fucked me until I finally came. By this point Alex was so hard I couldn't wait to have his cock inside me for the first time. He slid his cock inside my tight, very wet pussy and immediately began pounding me. I couldn't believe this was happening. So many fantasies and now finally the real thing. Alex pounded my pussy until I screamed out in pleasure. I was in pure ecstasy and disbelief at the same time. We stopped suddenly when Alex thought he heard a noise. Coast clear. We moved it to the bathroom where he hoisted me up on the countertop and once again slid his very hard cock inside me and thrusted until we both came. I heard him moaning in my ear and knew he loved it as much as I did. Our little rendezvous is still going strong and we hook up every chance we get. I love starting out my work day being bent over his desk, getting power fucked on his chair, on my knees at his chair while I give him head (and swallow every last drop of his tangy, sweet cum), being sprawled out on his chair while receiving head, quick kisses and nipple pinches when no one is looking.... Don't know how long this thing will play out but I look forward to exploring each other's every desire until then. Boss Me Around Charlie was not having a good day, despite the sunny nature of the weather outside, the somewhat stereotypically legless sheep resembling clouds, and the annoyingly chirpy twittering of birds. It all seemed quite at odds with the irritation that she was experiencing, and the jocular expression on her brother's face was not helping. "I refuse to believe it," she said, again, quite firmly, as if she would be able to command her wishes to life through her tone alone. "You simply cannot be gay. You must change your mind at once, Ed. Gayness – is that a word? - is simply not respectable. Why, what would mother say?" Ed, newly gay, sighed somewhat exasperatedly. It was impossible to reason with his little sister when she was like this. He really ought to have gone with the note-on-whiteboard-idea. "It's not a matter of choice, Charles. I can't just flick a switch and turn it off, you know. And mother's dead, so it's a moot question." His sister eyed him with irritable frustration. "Well, can't you be bi, or something? At least that's fashionable. All the fashionable people are bisexual these days. It's the in thing, I hear." "Absolutely not," said Ed. "I told you, it's not a choice." "I just - I simply cannot believe it. You cannot be gay! Why, if you were, I'm sure I'd have known before now. We did grow up together, and all." "Well," said Ed, eying his sister with a mix of amusement and wryness. "The fact that I never dated and spent an inordinate amount of time in the boy's locker room really ought to have clued you in." She brushed that off. "Yes, but you were a jock. All jocks do that. Does Harry know, by the way? Anyway, alright, you're gay, though I do wish you'd told me earlier. But we are NOT having your birthday party at a gay bar." Ed's hands immediately went to his hips. "And why not?" he demanded. He added as an afterthought. "Yes, I do believe Harry knows." "Because I say so, of course." She paused. "Harry knows? And he never told me? The cad. I shall fire him." "It is my birthday," he pointed out. "You know you're not going to, Charlie. You never do." "So?" said Charlie. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I just know I'll eventually find a use for a large butler, though." "Uh," said Ed. "Well, you know, traditionally, birthdays tend to be focused around, you know, the one who's having the birthday. Not his younger sister." "It'll be focused around you!" said Charlie, reassuringly. "Just not in a gay bar!" Ed smiled. * * * How, wondered Charlie, on earth was it that she was in a limo, and about to shortly walk into a gay bar with her gay brother? It was really all too surreal to think about properly. She supposed she really ought to have known Ed was gay when she'd walked in on him and Cindy Jones of the DD cups a number of years ago, and had found Cindy somewhat irritably reading a history textbook while Ed was drawing Superman with his underpants on the outside. It had never really occurred to her though, to think that her macho, jocky brother was gay. She sighed. It wasn't really a bad thing, she supposed. It just meant she wouldn't be able to set him up with her single friends anymore, but the shock had simply come on top of a rather horrid day altogether. Her new boss, well, Editor-in-Chief, happened to be something of a jerk, as Charlie had found to her chagrin some few weeks ago. In any case, he'd thrown out her entire article layout this morning, after stomping it to bits and tearing it up, announcing quite blithely that she'd have to rewrite the entire thing. And then to add insult to injury, ordered her to get him coffee, again... Just the thought of it was enough to make her mutter under her breath something about violent maiming. "What's that?" said Ed beside her. "Who's getting violently maimed?" "Oh," said Charlie. "You know, that Jack Danvers fellow – my new boss. I think he'd look charming without an arm and a leg. It's rather catchy actually, that line, don't you think? Jack without an arm and a leg..." "Charlie," said Ed, looking vaguely perturbed. "You really must cease making death threats against your colleagues. It will one day land you with a restraining order, and then where would we be?" His sister beamed at him. "But you're a lawyer, and clever and all that. You'd get me out." "I specialize in taxation law," Ed pointed out. "You know restraining orders really aren't my thing." "Taxation, restraining orders, larceny...it's all law," said Charlie airily. "Who can tell the difference? Anyway, he's not my colleague, he's my boss. I'm sure there's some sort of provision for boss-murder. What would they call it I wonder? Supervisor-cide? How catchy. I do like that. Or perhaps I shall get Harry to beat him up, since you won't." "Harry wouldn't do such a thing," said her brother. "He's much too proper." "Won't he? How unsporting of him. I shall fire him. I have no need for such unsporting fellows." "You will not. And I still don't get what it is you have against Danvers, you know," said Ed. "It seems to me all he did was ask you for a cup of coffee. You overreact a lot, you know. And" Charlie stiffened, glaring at him. "Overreact?" she demanded. "I absolutely do not overreact! I never overreact. In fact, for your information, I was very calm about the whole thing. I did not even raise my voice, nor throw anything at him. I think I handled it quite well! Besides, it wasn't just the one time. He's treating me like his bloody secretary!" And he had been, from that very first day she'd found herself with a new Editor in Chief. She'd stepped into his office while he'd been rather busy flicking through some papers. He hadn't even noticed her, at first – she'd had to clear her throat. He'd looked up, then, and smiled...and ah, what a smile, it was. Slightly crooked teeth, but wonderfully white. (Sharks could have white teeth too, Charlie reminded herself.) "Oh, hello," Jack Danvers had said vaguely. She noted that he was younger than she'd originally expected – not over thirty, certainly. "Would you mind getting me some coffee? Black, please, four sugars." Charlie blinked. Coffee? What was she, his bloody secretary? But he'd looked at her expectantly, and so Charlie, much to her chagrin, had left to get the coffee – black, with four sugars. What sort of pansy drank coffee with four sugars anyway? When she returned, it was to find him still reading. Charlie cleared her throat, and he looked up. "Ah, thanks," he said, going back to his reading. "Just leave it there." Charlie did as ordered, and then stood for a moment, expectantly. A minute passed before she cleared her throat again. "Er...Mr Danvers?" He looked up again. "Yes?" his tone was polite, but impatient. "Er, well, you asked to see me. Sir." She had no idea why she'd tacked on that last part, but something about the situation seemed to call for it. He seemed perplexed. "I'm sure I didn't." "You did," Charlie insisted, feeling a frisson of doubt run down her spine. Had the memo on her desk said three pm? She was sure it had...but if it hadn't, she'd have made a colossal fool of herself... "Excuse me a moment," she blurted out, and dashed out of the room. Racing down the hall she'd skidded to a halt at her office, rushed inside and grabbed up the memo. "Aha!" said Charlie, triumphantly. "It does say 3 pm!" She was aware, quite suddenly, of the raised brows of several of her coworkers. "Oh," she said sheepishly. "Uh...I have a meeting at 3." "Charlie," said Jenny-from-next-door, "You know it's ten past now, don't you?" "Oh," said Charlie. "Oh, yes." She half ran back to the office she'd been in a minute ago and held up the little slip of paper. "It was at three." she announced solemnly. Jack Danvers blinked. "I beg your pardon?" Shit, she thought. He probably thinks I'm a lunatic. "Well, you wanted to see me at three, sir." "Oh." He frowned, brows furrowing together. "Who are you again?" "Charlie Sands, Mr Danvers." His brow cleared immediately. "Oh!" said he. "Oh, I see. But I thought Charlie Sands was a man." He paused. "You're not a man." "Er," said Charlie. "No, that's right." "Then you can't be Charlie Sands." Charlie blinked. This was not at all how she'd expected the meeting to be going. "I assure you," she said, with a little embarrassed laugh. "I'm really not masquerading as him. Er, her. That is to say, me. My first name is really Charlotte, but I hate it, so everyone just calls me Charlie..." "Well that's just ridiculous," said Mr Danvers. "Charlie is a man's name. You're not a man." "Well, yes, I think we've established that," said Charlie, unable to resist. "Can't have girls running around with men's names." He ignored her comment. "Be awfully impractical. Cause mass confusion everywhere. See what happened today? No, it will not do at all. I shall call you Charlotte from now on, I think." Charlotte – that is to say, Charlie – stared at him in horror. "Sir...!" "In any case," said Jack Danvers, and she could have sworn there was a twinkle of something suspiciously close to amusement in his eyes. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ms Sands. Jack Danvers, but please don't call me that." "Pardon? Don't call you what?" "Jack Danvers," said he. "Much too big a mouthful, you know." Oh, yes. Regular comedian, that one. "Alright," Ed was saying beside her. "You didn't overreact. What else is it about him that you don't like? Coffee seems to be a bit too petty, even for you." "He calls me Charlotte," said Charlie sulkily, ignoring the petty comment. "Oh, I see," said Ed, with a perfectly straight face. "How perfectly horrid of him." "He is horrid!" Charlie insisted. "He's always criticizing me over the smallest things...and he rips my work to shreds." "Well," her brother pointed out, "You know, as your editor that tends to be his job..." "But not that much! He's meant to criticize, not demoralize completely." Ed patted her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sure he's just insecure at the moment. He'll get better as he settles in." Charlie looked at him hopefully. "And if he doesn't? Will you beat him up for me?" "Erm," said Ed, "Charlie, you know we're not in grade school anymore..." "Well, yes," she sighed. "And I suppose what with you being gay now and all, I guess it wouldn't really work either." "Hey!" protested Ed, somewhat affronted. "I haven't suddenly turned into a queen, you know. I can still beat people up. Besides, I've always been gay." Charlie snickered. Her brother glowered. "What..." She interrupted him. "We're here!" His sister, Ed thought, stepping out of the hired car behind her, was sounding entirely too cheerful for a straight woman about to spend a night in a gay bar. * * * Her high spirits, Charlie decided, downing her fourth shot of whiskey, earlier in the evening had been entirely inappropriate. There was a terrible, terrible irony about the fact that she was in a room filled with men, all of whom happened to be gay. The few women she'd spotted wandering around had all likely been gay, too. Her brother's party, made up of mostly men (gay, she believed, since no self respecting straight men was going to be stepping into a gay bar, and really, where on earth had Ed found the time to be meeting all these gay people when she'd not even known about it until today?) had included only herself on one other female whom Ed, she believed, had thoughtfully invited along so she wouldn't be lonely... It was entirely unfortunate, of course, that she'd hardly seen Cindy Jones of the DD cups since high school. Charlie sighed. It was really not at all amusing to be sitting at a bar drinking while everyone else was dancing. But Charlie had never been one for dancing, let alone dancing alone...she really couldn't see herself just marching into the pit and dancing. In any case, the noise and the music was beginning to grind on her nerves and she looked around for Ed to tell him she was leaving early. She did, after all, have an article to be finishing up for tomorrow. There was a movement out of the corner of her eye which caught her interest and she turned to see a figure suspiciously resembling Jack Danvers take a seat at the bar, just around the corner from where she herself was seating. She stared for a moment in perplexity, then amusement. Well, so it turned out that her boss was gay...who'd have thought? Perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised, though...today seemed to be a day when it seemed downright unfashionable not to be homosexual. He chose that moment to look up, and met her eyes. His jaw dropped, and an expression of horror crossed over his face – he glanced down, then before her puzzled eyes tripped out of his chair, half stumbling half running oddly towards the rear of the room. A little grin curling her lips, Charlie decided to give chase. She lurched slightly as she got to her feet. Hmm. Perhaps four shots hadn't been so wise a choice. She didn't process alcohol well and two was usually enough to get her tipsy, so four was probably pushing it a bit. She shook her head to clear it and started off through the crowd of people, stumbling occasionally but finally arriving at her destination, slightly confuzzled to see that he'd disappeared. Ah, the restrooms. She made her way towards them, was halfway towards the men's room when she stopped and rethought the wisdom of barging into a male toilet. Alright. Perhaps it hadn't been as good an idea as she'd originally thought. She'd just stand here and wait for him to come back...then she'd...well. Charlie wasn't sure exactly what she'd do when he emerged, but she'd deal with that when it came to it. A door opened to her left and she turned her head slightly to see a woman with a very large bosom (did people even use that word anymore?) stepping out of the women's restroom. The woman stopped a few feet short of where Charlie was standing and looked her up and down, a calculating expression on her face. Charlie looked away uncomfortably and pretended to be absorbed in a sign by the door advertising Super Fun Super Stretch Condoms, even as she was aware that the woman was coming rather close to invading her personal space. Yep, there was invasion of personal space right there. The cloying smell of her perfume filled Charlie's nostrils. "Well hello there," purred the large-bosomed-lady, "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here?" Good lord, thought Charlie. I do believe she's hitting on me. But why is she hitting on me? I'm not homosexually inclined in the least! "Erm," said Charlie. There was a pause. "Well, I, er...I...I really need to use the loo!" Before the woman could blink, she was already dashing into the woman's toilets. * * * "Well," said Charlie. "I certainly didn't expect to see you here." Jack Danvers, emerging from one of the cubicles, froze. "What are you doing here?" "Well," said Charlie. "This is a women's restroom. Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He held out a furry bundle in his hand. "There was a ferret." He seemed to think was explanation enough. "Oh," said Charlie. "That's nice." Then, "Why are you here?" "The ferret was in my pants." Charlie wrinkled her nose. "Ew." He glared at her. "Not like that!" "Well alright," said Charlie. "That still doesn't explain, specifically, why you're in a female toilet." "Well I couldn't go in the male ones," said Jack, looking at her like she was mad. "There are men in there." "Er," said Charlie. "Well, that sometimes happens..." "Gay men," said Jack. Charlie stared at him. "So?" "So, they might hit on me." Ignoring the illogical nature of that statement, Charlie said, somewhat questioningly, "But...isn't that a good thing?" Jack looked at her in horror. "Good lord woman," said he, aghast. "I'm not gay!" "Huh," said Charlie. "Are you sure?" "Yes," said Jack, very coldly. "Quite." Charlie, feeling a little dazed, leaned back against the wash sink and crossed her arms. "Well," she demanded, "If you aren't gay, what are you doing in the ladies room of a gay bar with a ferret down your pants, huh?" Jack stared at her. "I just told you!" She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Don't believe you." He sighed, looking towards the heavens as though to say, why me? When his eyes met hers again, there was something of a calculating glint in them. She didn't think she liked that, and inched slightly away, hoping he didn't notice the small movement. He did, and stepped a bit closer. "Hey," said Charlie. "You stay right where you are now." Jack raised a brow. "But why?" he queried. "Surely you've nothing to fear from me, since I am gay and all..." "Well," Charlie spluttered, "Well...well, you might still be a crazy axe murderer!" "Hmm," said Jack, who was now standing close enough that Charlie's personal space invasion alarms were screaming. Too close! Too close! "Then you'd be in a rather tricky situation, wouldn't you...?" "I –" said Charlie, suddenly cut off when he kissed her. Kissed...was that even the word? His mouth was hard against hers, almost violent but not quite – almost painful but not just yet – that combination of fiercely possessive nips and soft, stroking lip touches. Her head spun, and she seemed to stop breathing... Not altogether a wise decision, since the moment he pulled away to allow her to gasp in breath, she, somewhat still woozy, dazed, and short of breath, jerked backwards too. There was water on the ground, and the combination of slippery surfaces and pointed heels never being great for balance, Charlie found her feet flying out from under her, an undignified shriek escaping her lips, and then the rest of her smacking onto the ground in a singularly unflattering sprawl. She gave up – her head hurt, and it was far too tiring to keep her eyes open after that, and so fell into something of a faint. When next she opened her eyes it was to find herself in a taxi with her head dangerously close to her Editor in Chief's crotch. Whoa, thought Charlie, where on earth had that come from? "Huh," said Charlie, still somewhat drunk, "What's going on?" "I'm taking you home," said Jack. "You're drunk." "Well duh," said Charlie. "Where's my brother?" "I told him I'm taking you home. He'll see you in the morning." "Where's your ferret?" "I left him with your brother. I'll see him in the morning too." "But you can't take me home," she protested. "You don't know where I live!" "Of course I do," said Jack, placidly. "I asked your brother." "Huh," said Charlie. "Well, you can't anyway." "And why not?" "Because," said Charlie, "I've absolutely no intention of letting you set foot in my house. And if you take me home, it's almost certain that you'll expect to be invited in, and I have no intention of doing so. No, you simply cannot take me home, I'm afraid." He laughed at her. "And how do you intend to stop me? You're not exactly in any state to stop me." "I have a large butler," said Charlie. "His name is Harry. He is very burly and will certainly throw you out." "Ah, well," he replied. "We'll see, won't we? Why don't you go back to sleep now. I'll wake you when we get there." * * * Jack looked regretfully after the cab speeding away, and then back at the sleeping girl he had heaved over his shoulder. The driver hadn't wanted to wait, and he supposed he could always call another after he disposed of Charlie. Staggering slightly under the weight of her, he lurched to the front door of her surprisingly large house. He struggled to fumble inside her purse for her keys, but the combination of keeping her there and finding her keys was too difficult and he lost his balance, tripping and falling against the door with something of a crash. He regained his balance with some difficulty, sighed and attempted key retrieval once again. He had more luck this time, but then realized that there was no way he was going to be able to pick the right one. He was resigned to having to put her down to find the right one when the door opened, quite suddenly. Boss Me Around His cheeks were a cute pink as he tried really hard not to look at me. But all of a sudden he turned around real quick and looked me right in the eyes in a creepy kinda way, smiling like a... piranha or something. A hungry piranha. He was glaring right at me, smiling like a pirahna, and he said, "You're not going to tell anybody about this." "No sir, I ain't," I said back, nodding obediently. "Good... good..." And he was still smiling like a hungry piranha. And then he took a step toward me, really fast like, and grabbed my shoulders. With a push from him, I was up against the wall, between the door and the window that was covered by blinds. He leaned down so his face was right near mine, and I could feel his warm breath on me. He kept looking at me weird, a serious face now, like he was trying to make me not do anything, until finally he leaned in a little more and pressed his lips up against mine. It started out gentle, with him sucking on my lower lip kind of soft like, until he pushed my mouth open with his tongue and started probing, kinda forcefully. I felt myself smiling as he kissed me. He was pretty, and I sure as heck wasn't going to complain. I put my hands around behind him and started playing with the ends of his hair a bit. The kiss ended, and he left the tip of his nose pressing up against mine. I giggled a bit and kept smiling. He smiled back. But this time it wasn't like a hungry piranha. It was a more happy smile, like a happy puppy, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I smiled big, and his cheeks turned pink again. He turned away real fast then, his pretty ponytail swishing. It was almost like he had to calm down before looking back at me. "Now..." He started bringing his hands down from my shoulders, sliding them down my little sweater jacket, until he put his hands over my boobies. He squeezed them softly, and started rubbing his palms against them. It felt good, and it made my nipples hard a little bit. He slid his fingers between my blouse and my skin, and yanked it down, so nothing was covering my boobies anymore. He kept rubbing near my nipples, making them harder. Wrapping his arms around me, he slid me from the wall onto the table, and pushed me down onto it. Then he put his hands back on my boobies and played with them. "You're eighteen...?" "Yessir. Just turned eighteen in May." "You're very well endowed." "Uh, thank ya." "Bet the boys liked you." "Uh, guess so..." "Hm. I like you, as well..." "I like you too," I said. And he turned pink again. This time, instead of looking away, he pressed my boobies together hard so my nipples were touching each other, and he leaned down, and put his mouth on them. He rubbed his tongue against them, real fast in different ways, and it felt real good. So good that I moaned a little. He started sucking them. I felt him press his teeth into my boobies, and it hurt a little. "Owie!" I said. He pulled away for a second, and then when he started sucking and licking again, he put his lips between his teeth and my boobies, so it didn't hurt. That was nice of him. I moaned some more as he rubbed and flicked his tongue against my nipples. I remembered the time a guy told me, that to give good blowjobs, write ABC's on their cock with my tongue, and it felt like he was doing ABC's to me. And it really worked, 'cause it felt gooood. "Ahh, you're gettin' me all wet, mister pretty glasses guy..." He made a noise, then took his mouth away, and started rubbing my boobies with his hands again. He leaned his face close to mine and gave me a quick, soft kiss again. "You want me to really fuck you, don't you." "Said a bad word! But yeah, I... ah, yeah, I want that." He rolled his eyes. "This isn't even new to you, is it?" "Nope. I done... I done this before." "And you've only just left high school? Bad little girl." He took his hands away from my boobies so he could try to undo his pants. I looked down and saw he was hard already. "WELL, mister pretty glasses guy, I don't even know your name, and you're supposed to be bein' my boss and all. I mean, if you're nice enough to hire me. So who you callin' bad?" "About that... you will tell no one about this..." He looked down at the restaurant table. "Least of all the health department." He paused. "Promise me that, and I will indeed hire you, plus a bonus at the beginning." "Pinkie promise!" I held my hand up with my pinkie up. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" He grasped my pinkie in his, and I squeezed back with mine. "Good girl, good girl. Now..." He ran his hand down my thigh, and I pulled my skirt up and opened my legs for him. I was kinda wet down there already, my panties damp. He pulled them down, granting himself access. He put his fingers against my clit and started rubbing, and I got really wet, way wetter than before. I felt myself drip onto the table, and could tell what he meant about the health department. He stuck a few fingers in, and rubbed a bit, getting me wetter and wetter, until he finally took his fingers out... And at last, he put his hands on my hips, and thrust himself in. I let out a squeal, 'cause it kinda hurt. His cock was long, and not super thick, but thick enough to fill me. He pulled it most of the way out, then thrust it all the way in again, going real deep. He kept going, kept thrusting, and it felt really good, the way he filled me each time. And the more he thrusted, the faster and harder he went, and the better and better it felt. It might have otherwise hurt, but I was so wet that I only felt the pleasure. "Ahhh... pretty glasses guuuyyy... you're goooood." He was silent, his lips pressed against each other in a line, his eyes shut showing off his super long, pretty eyelashes as they pressed against the lenses of his glasses. He kept thrusting, and I kept moaning, feeling my body shake. He was digging his nails into my hips as he held me, but I didn't care. I liked him, lots and lots. He was making small grunts and sighs now, apparently enjoying himself as much as I was. I clenched my legs together, to squeeze his cock and make him like it even more. It worked, I think. "Good girl, good girl, such a good girl... damn... gooood girl..." He got louder and louder, until he suddenly pulled out, and I felt warm jizz run down my leg. And... onto the table. I felt kinda bad for whoever'd be eating here. I lay there, feeling the fading pleasure, as he went to go grab napkins to wipe us up with. He cleaned us both, dabbing at my leg nice and gentle like. He was so nice that he even fixed my panties and skirt for me while I was busy fixing my top back over my boobies. I stood up and gave the table a basic wipe while he went to go get bleach. "Remember. Not a WORD." "Yessir. ...I really, really like you, pretty glasses guy." "My name... is Raven." He swished his hair, turning away from me. I bet he was blushing again. "Yessir, Raven. I really, really like you." I went around him, then stood on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek. "Thanks so much for hiring me." "Hmph. Yes... see you next Sunday," he said, in kind of a cold way. I picked up my stuff, and rushed out. He was good at sex, and I wanted him to throw me down on that table again and again, and do me again and again. But I didn't want to say that, 'cause the job was important, and I didn't want to lose it. Boss Me Around Jack looked up and found himself face to face with a rather large and dangerously looking character. "Ah," said he. "You must be the large butler. Harry, is it?" "Yes," said the butler. "Yes, I am." "Well," said Jack, taking in the other man's seven foot frame, muscle rippled torso, shiny bald head and eyepatch. "I'm Jack Danvers. And you certainly are very burly." "Thank you," Harry replied, stonefaced. "You certainly are not." He reached out for Charlie, and Jack, rather relieved not to spend anymore time in present company, moved to hand her over. Unfortunately for he, Charlie seemed to have other plans. She'd wrapped her arms quite tightly around his neck, and did not seem willing to let go. "Well this won't do," said Jack. "You'll have to carry her up," said Harry, and motioned for Jack to follow him. Jack was puffing when he finally got to Charlie's room. Her large house apparently included a large flight of stairs, as he'd found to his dismay. Carrying a sleeping woman up a flight of stairs might be very manly, but it was not easy. He was very grateful to finally be able to put her in bed, and relieve himself of his burden. Alas, again, Charlie did not seem to want to let go. Jack sighed. "Charlie," he murmured. "You must sleep." She murmured something and buried her face in his neck. He was aware of the very large man behind him, watching somewhat disapprovingly. "Charlie sweets," he said again, attempting to extricate himself from her octopus like clutch. "Let go..." She held on. Why is it, thought Jack with a little curse, that I always pick the clingy ones? He grabbed her arms and attempted to pull free. She tightened her grip around him, at the same time tugging at a bit of his hair. "Sweets..." his teeth clenched. "Charlie, let go!" She sighed sleepily, and her hold slackened on him. Relieved, he made to pull away, leaving her on the bed, but she shuffled towards him. It was a little whisper but he heard it anyway. "Don't leave me." "Alright," he promised. "I won't leave you. Now let me go, sweets." She let go, and he moved away. There was a seat beside the bed, and he took it, noticing Harry still stood there, looking at him with one eyebrow raised. "I did promise," Jack explained. "Ah," said Harry. "I see." There was a pause. "So," said Jack. "How is it that you came to work for Charlie? This seems to be something of a fairly unusual...arrangement, if you'll forgive my saying so." "Used to work for her parents," was the brief reply. "Oh," said Jack. "Also as their butler?" "Bodyguard," said Harry. "Oh," said Jack. Then, "Wait, why did her parents need a bodyguard?" "Diplomats," said Harry. "Ah," said Jack. "I'm sorry." The other man simply nodded, glancing towards the sleeping girl on the bed. "I'll leave you, then. Call if you need anything. You can let yourself out when you decide to leave." "Thanks," said Jack. "I will." Harry left, and he was left alone with her. He eyed her sleeping form for a moment, his eyes drawn to her mouth and was almost irresistibly tempted to kiss her. He looked away quickly, sighing. It just would turn out to be that the first time he spent the night in Charlie Sands' bedroom it would be to watch her sleep. * * * Charlie opened her eyes to find herself face to face with her boss' sleeping form. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, sitting up with a jerk. "What the devil are you doing here?" Jack was startled awake. "What?" he mumbled groggily, sitting up uncomfortable from where he was slumped across the chair, his head resting on her bed. "What's happening?" "You!" Charlie exclaimed, accusingly. "What are you doing here? You seem to be popping up in all sorts of strange places lately." "I..." said Jack, still not quite awake. "Er..." Charlie cut him off. "Are you stalking me? Because you know, if you are, let me tell you my brother's a lawyer! He'll put in prison. And my butler is very large. He'd fix you but good." Jack stifled a laugh. "I'm not stalking you, Charlie." She regarded him, hands on hips, and demanded, "Then what the devil are you doing in my bedroom?" "I took you home last night," he reminded her. "Yes, but that doesn't explain why you're still here." "You wouldn't let me leave," he replied. "You held on and made me promise not to go." Charlie glared at him. "That," she announced, "Is the most ridiculously preposterous thing I have ever heard." He eyed her with amusement. "For one thing, my butler would never have let you in." "Well, he did," said Jack. Charlie frowned, perplexed. "Did he? How very uncooperative of him. I shall fire him at once. But never mind that. I want you out, now. Harry!" the last was a roar. "Harry!" Harry thundered up the stairs and burst into the room. "Miss?" he queried in an incongruously polite manner. "Is there a problem?" "Harry," said Charlie imperiously, "There is an objectionable man in my room. Did you know this?" "Yes I did, Miss Charlotte." "And you let him stay? How awful of you. You're fired, Harry. Remove him at once, please." Harry seemed nonplussed. "Certainly, miss." He looked at Jack. "If you'll follow me, Mr Danvers." Jack, highly amused, stood up to go. He looked back at her. "I'll see you in the office in an hour then, Ms Sands." Charlie jerked, and looked in horror at her alarm clock. It was eight. Which left an hour, and she still hadn't finished that article. * * * It was a very angry Charlie who was sitting at her desk that morning, angrily sipping coffee, angrily muttering under her breath and angrily scribbling out the final touches to her article. Her hair, still wet, was dripping cold water down her back which was making her angrier, and the fact that her boss, despite the fact that it was a quarter to ten, was still not here, was really not helping. Not helping at all. Charlie, after rushing in and out of the shower, tumbling down the stairs and gulping down her coffee, had been greeted by a far too jovial Ed (that seemed to be the norm these days. Ed was always far too jovial for her tastes) who'd asked her how she'd spent the night. "Fine," she had muttered. "Really?" Ed had asked, brows raised. "Nothing unusual happen?" "Not at all," said Charlie. "No guests?" "No. None. Not even one." "How odd," said her brother, musingly. "I had the distinct impression I saw Jack Danvers coming down the stairs this morning. And I'm sure it was he I was speaking to when I asked what he was doing here..." Charlie, somewhat nervously, asked, "What'd he say?" "Well I asked if you two had slept together and he didn't deny it," said Ed, mischievously. Charlie, seething, was about to burst into an angry tirade when paused by her brother's pointed glance at the clock. It was quarter to nine – she'd be late for work. "Fuck," she'd said, and rushed for the car. She tapped her nails impatiently against the desk and sighed for the fiftieth time. He still wasn't here. He was an hour late, when she'd broken about every traffic law in the book not to be. Prat. "Hey Charlie," said Jenny from next door. "Didn't you want to see the boss? He just walked in." "Oh," said Charlie. "Good." It was a very angry Charlie who leapt to her feet and followed Jack Danvers into his office. He got in before she could, and so the door slammed shut virtually in her face. Almost bristling with irritation, she yanked it open again and marched inside, listening to the resounding crash as it slammed behind her with some satisfaction. Jack looked up with surprise as he set his briefcase down onto the desk. "Ms Sands," he said, with a smile. "What a pleasant -" "Oh do be quiet, Jack," said Charlie, looking somewhat dangerous. (Jack noted with surprise her use of his first name, something she almost never did. That had to be a bad thing.) "What did you tell my brother this morning?" "Er," said Jack. "I didn't tell him anything." "You did too!" She jabbed accusingly at his chest. "Now tell me what you said!" He looked utterly baffled. "I swear, I didn't say a thing..." "Alright," said Charlie, a little menacingly. "Since it seems to have completely slipped your memory, let me ask you this. Did you tell my brother you slept with me?" A look of comprehension dawned on his face. "Well, see –" Charlie cut him off. "Answer the question, Jack. Did you or did you not tell him that?" "Well I did, but - " She didn't let him finish. "You jerk!" she exclaimed, and slapped him soundly. There was a brief silence, in which Charlie, breathing hard, looked horrified, and Jack, cheek stinging, looked decidedly put out. "Now see here..." he began. "I'm not apologizing," she announced firmly. "You deserved that, even if you are my boss and you're going to fire me. But let me tell you, even if you do fire me, well, it won't matter, because I quit!" "I'm not going to fire you," said Jack impatiently. "Now would you shut up for a moment, woman? Lord, I'm going to have to buy you a ball gag. Look...I did say...that, to your brother, but honestly, I didn't mean it in any way other than the literal interpretation of the word. I told him I did end up sleeping with you last night...but that was all." "Oh," said Charlie. "Oh...well I suppose that's plausible." "Of course it is," said Jack, irritated. "That's what happened." "Oh," said she, again. "I suppose that means I owe you an apology, then." "Yes," he replied. "Yes, it does." He waited. "Er." She looked at her feet. "Well, sorry. For slapping you and all. But, well, you can't blame me for -" "Oh shut up Charlie," said Jack, and pushed her back against the desk. "What – " Her back was to it, and he was pressing against her, leaning in far too close. She noted distractedly that the cologne he wore was intoxicatingly fresh. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" "You can't do that -" "Sure I can," he said easily, pressing his mouth quickly to hers. "I'm your boss, aren't I?" She was breathless from just that one touch. "Yes, but you're not supposed to..." "I don't care," he murmured, and kissed her again. It was harder, this time, angrier, almost as if he was punishing her for that slap. His teeth raked along her bottom lip, and he drew it into his mouth to run his tongue over, to nip and nibble on. She was sure she could taste blood, and then she was tasting him, his tongue slipping into her mouth to tangle against hers, draw it into his own, and suck on. A little moan rippled in her throat, and he broke away, his breathing a little ragged now. "Still think I'm gay?" There was a teasing tilt to his smile. She was having some trouble thinking. "Huh? Oh, that..." she shook her head to clear it. "I still don't know what you were doing there." He pressed his mouth to her collarbone. "Same reason you were," he murmured. She was distracted. "What...?" "Your brother's birthday..." She sat up suddenly. "You were there for Ed's birthday?" He nipped her ear. "That's what I said." She pushed him away. "Why?" "I was invited..." He took the moment to walk over and lock the door. Charlie noticed, but did not comment. "By who?" He eyed her impatiently. "Your brother, of course. Are we done playing twenty questions yet?" "No," said Charlie. "You and Ed know each other?" "Sure," he replied. "Went to college together..." "You jerk!" Charlie attempted to punch him again. "How dare you!" He grabbed her wrist and stopped her before she could connect. "How dare I what? Be friends with your brother?" He paused a moment to intercept the other hand, which was about to smack him too. "I wasn't aware either was a crime. Would you stop trying to maim me?" "I'm not trying to maim you," Charlie protested. "Just hit you. And, well, no. I suppose it's not a crime, but why don't I know about this?" "You never asked," said Jack, blithely. "I assumed you knew." "No one told me!" Charlie exclaimed. "How was I supposed to know?" Jack shrugged. "I always assumed, since Ed often recounted stories you'd told him of work to me, that you knew..." She pulled one of her wrists free and punched his arm. "You've been being mean to me on purpose!" He laughed and grabbed her wrists again, pressing his mouth to her neck. "I have not. I've been yanking your chain a little, but that is all." His tone turned serious. "And you, my dear, must get out of this habit of attempting to injure me constantly." She trod on his foot. His eyes widening in surprise and then in anger, he yanked her around so she was pressed against the desk, her back to him, and planted a slap firmly on her bottom. She yelped, struggled. He pinned her down. "That's enough princess behaviour for a day, I think," Jack murmured. "Now apologise, Charlotte." "Not if you're going to call me that," Charlie muttered. He smacked her again. "I can keep doing this all day, you know." "Fine," her tone was sulky. "Sorry." "That's better." His voice was low, now, throaty. She could feel the length of his body behind her, pressing indecently close, pushing her further onto the desk. His breath was warm against the nape of his neck, and his fingers, brushing her hair aside, raised goosebumps. She shivered when he flicked out his tongue, licked her skin. His hands, settled on her hips, moved to stroke up her sides, lingering at her torso, his fingers stroking the sides of her breasts briefly, then sliding back down to flip her skirt up again. She gasped, and the reality of what they were doing struck her at last. She opened her mouth to speak. "Jack..." It trailed off when she felt the tear of her panties, and then the cool air against her bare, heated skin. Her bare, damp, skin... She was wet. She could feel it even before the touch of his fingers against her sex, stroking and spreading the slickness, told her so. His hand, there, made her whimper. Her legs parted further, and involuntarily, she pressed back at him. She waited. He was silent. Two fingers, quite suddenly, slid inside her. Her hands crumpled some form or other that had been lying on his desk as her entire body tightened, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip into stifle the moan. He kissed her neck again, slid his fingers slowly out, and then in again, harder, rougher than before. She made a little sound, and he did it again, quickening his pace, until he was fucking her with his fingers, shoving them in and out of her grasping cunt almost fiercely, almost brutally... Soft, pleading pants escaped her lips, and he could feel her tightening around him. "Yes," he whispered against her neck. "Yes, baby, come for me...come on my fingers...good girl." She shattered, and it was, indeed, earth shattering. There was a moment where neither spoke, where he simply stared down at the soft curve of her back, and where nothing entered her mind, wrapped in soft languor. She was slumped across the desk, her body limp, her eyes closed, when she heard behind her, the sound of a zipper being undone. Her eyes opened, and she made to straighten. A large hand in the small of her back kept her down. She heard a rustle, and then his hands moved to her hips again, but this time they felt different, and then his mouth was against her, and she knew why... "Oh, god," Charlie gasped. She could almost feel him smile as his lips moved across the folds of her sex, kissing them almost as though he were kissing another set of lips. Nipping, sucking...tonguing. "Jack, what are you doing...?" He answered, somewhat muffled against her cunt, "Eating you, of course..." His tongue was sliding up and down the length of her sex – a long, slow lick. "Oh, god," she groaned again. She could feel him pushing against her...into her, his tongue tasting inside her, and now his mouth, resting over her clit, lightly sucking. "Please..." "Please what, baby...?" he raised his face from her long enough to query. "Please...I want..." "Hmm...? What do you want...?" he raised himself up now, to stand against her, and she could feel the heat, the hardness of him nudging against her sex. She whimpered incoherently, hips arching back towards him. "I need..." "What do you need?" Her eyes were closed, her teeth gnawing her bottom lip. His hand, between her legs, slapped her cunt sharply. She inhaled sharply at the sting of pleasurable pain. "I asked you a question, baby..." "I...I need you," she said simply. She could feel him smile. "Finish your article?" She frowned, puzzled. "Yes." "All typed up...?" Bastard. "No." He slapped her again, and she jerked. "Jack..." He smiled, his mouth at her ear again, nipping and sucking. "You want to be filled, hmm...?" it was a breath, a whisper, barely audible, but it made her shiver. "Stretched...your little body stuffed...?" "Yes..." "Beg me..." "Please...I want to feel you inside me." "And you always get what you want, hmm...?" His hands grabbed her hips hard and he pulled her into him even as he was sliding himself into her, stretching her, filling her. He groaned at the slick wetness, the tight grip of her velvet channel enveloping each inch of him as he slid in further. She let out a long, low moan. He withdrew quickly and she whimpered at the loss, then cried out when he ground himself into her again. "Oh god," she was gasping, again. "Oh, god, fuck me." Jack's hands slid from her hips to grip her wrists, stretch them above her head until she was arched, taut, beneath him. "Fuck you?" he thrust, hard, into her, and she groaned as she felt the crown of his cock, nudging at her cervix. "I'll fuck you senseless, darling..." He was ramming into her now, his cock pounding into her with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm, almost cruel in intensity. She was wet, her skin damp with sweat, her thighs glistening with slick trails of her own arousal, the air filled with the slick, wet sounds of their coupling and the slap of their skin together, the scent warm with sex scented moisture. She was panting, and his breathing was harsh – a little whimpermoan escaped her mouth each time he rammed into her. She could feel something inside her tightening, and it seemed he could too, because his thrusts into her became just that harder, rougher, and gained a certain frenzied element. He was pounding into her almost frantically now, his harsh grunts filling her ears, the sensation of his cock filling her again and again, overwhelming. His grip on her wrists tightened – he tugged, and her back arched further, enough to tilt her hips to take him deeper than ever before, and she let out a muffled shriek, her body shuddering, her cunt clenching around him. He stiffened, sank his teeth into her shoulder, and groaned into her skin. She could feel the heat of the spurts inside her, feel the hot flood of the cum inside, and leaking slowly down her legs when at last he stopped, and lay still on her. It was a while before Jack lifted himself away at last, and sinking down onto the floor, dragged Charlie with him. He sat, leaning back against the desk, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Tilting her face, he leaned in and kissed her. Charlie, still lost of something of a daze, was not the least reluctant to kiss him back. "You know," he murmured, tugging at her lips. "We've just done a very naughty thing..." She leant up to run her tongue over his lips. "I know," she agreed, a mischievous twinkle lighting up her eyes. "But at least now I know you're not gay." Fin.