14 comments/ 34938 views/ 26 favorites Evey Green: Career Woman Ch. 01 By: kategilmore84 Waking up to the shrill whine of my alarm clock, I shut it off and enjoy the few blissful moments of grogginess before remembering what today is. Pete is asleep next to me. His chestnut hair falls across his forehead. Reluctantly, my body rises from our bed and I slip into a hot shower. I'm rinsing the soap out of my eyes when I hear the shower curtain rings sliding and suddenly Pete's hands are on my hips. "Morning," I smile, eyes still closed. I feel him press into my bottom. He leaves a trail of lingering kisses from my shoulder to my neck and up to my ear. I fight the urge to give in to his advances and he turns me around, covering my mouth with his. I let his tongue into my mouth and end our morning breathy kiss abruptly. "Pete..." "Is it my breath? Let me brush..." he says and steps out of the shower. I finish quickly and hop out, wrapping a towel around myself. "Hey, hey. Where are you headed in such a hurry?" he pulls at my towel. "Pete, I don't have time for this. I'm nervous as it is and being late will only make matters worse," I snap and push past him. I flip the light on in the closet and retrieve my smart new first-day-on-the-job outfit. Today I start my first real job in the real world. I'll be answering to a woman called Vivien Jones at the Chicago office of an international marketing firm. Pete's best friend from college works there and put in a good word for me. I slip on the black Christian Louboutons that Pete bought me for my birthday a few weeks ago and glance at myself in the mirror. Pete's voice comes from behind me, "Evey? Evey Green? Is that you?" I blush at him in the mirror and smile, loosening up for the first time this morning. He wraps his arms around the waist of my grey dress and pulls me against him. "I know that you don't want to be late, but just know that I will be peeling you out of this later this evening," "Yes, please," I giggle and turn to kiss him. He pats my butt as I walk out the door, "Go get 'em!" I blow him a kiss as the elevator doors close. Walking out onto the busy sidewalk, I glance down the street and remember one of the best parts about this job: my new building is one block from where I live on Michigan Avenue. Making my way through the revolving glass door, I enter the pristine lobby. My shoes click melodically along the marble floor. I peek down only for a moment and I can see the red soles of my shoes in the reflection of the marble and I am giddy. I approach the gentleman at the desk. He looks like he is in his twenties. His hair is combed in a perfectly 60s businessman way and suit is crisp and pressed. I smile a bright smile at him and show him my temporary badge. He nods at me and waves me through with a polite "Good morning, Miss Green." An escalator takes me up to the second floor where I board a golden elevator. A tall, handsome man in a dark suit smiles at me, "What floor?" "Sixteenth, please," I blush up at him. We ride in silence and when I step out he winks at me. Blushing again, I approach the desk where our receptionist sits. She stands when she sees me coming and smoothes her skirt before extending a perfectly manicured hand to me. "Miss Green, good morning. Please come this way," she says and walks ahead of me, holding open a very tall frosted glass door. We walk past a series of desks and offices before reaching a large office overlooking parts of Millennium Park and Lake Michigan. Behind the desk in the sterile office sits a woman who looks about ten years my senior. When she sees me, she stands up from her desk and smiles a tight smile. Her blouse hugs her tightly, revealing an athletic but very womanly figure. Her blonde hair is slicked back into a perfect bun and her eyes sparkle blue against the background of the lake. "Miss Green, Vivien Jones," she extends her hand. "Evey, please," I shake her hand firmly and she smirks. "Evey," she gestures to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk, "Please, tell me a little bit about yourself." "Well, I graduated from Columbia College not too long ago. I am originally from Chicago. I've lived here all my life..." my voice fades as I run out of things to say and I begin to fidget. She raises her perfectly arched eyebrows, "And?" My voice is quiet, "And, what?" She reaches forward on her desk, "Tell me something interesting. Say, for instance, where you got those fabulous shoes." I smile and look at my feet, "Oh, my boyfriend bought them for me. A birthday gift." "What a lovely gift. Well, let me tell you a little about me. I got my degree from UIC and started the same job you're starting ten years ago. This company likes to promote from within. My last three assistants were promoted within a year and are all still with the company. We hope that you'll be with us for a while, Evey. You've had an impressive academic career." My fidgeting stops and I touch my warm cheeks. Why is this woman making me so nervous? "Thank you, Miss Jones," I smile. "Evey, please call me Vivien. You and I will be working very closely and I don't like to be too formal. First names. Now, I have some paper work for you to look over. Afterwards we'll get you set up with a laptop, email, and company credit card. Then perhaps you and I can get some lunch." Vivien walks over to a sleek stainless steel filing cabinet and retrieves and envelope. I sign my name for what feels like the thousandth time and look at the clock. How is it already 11:30? I look at Vivien who is going over the papers I've signed. She really is quite attractive. I had always imagined having a male boss at a big downtown job. A knock at the door startles me. The receptionist is carrying a large box. She sets it down in front of me. "Evey, are you familiar with Macs? Because that one is yours. Name her, learn her, she will be your best friend for the duration of your time here." I run my fingers along the case and open it. I power it up and Vivien leans over my shoulder to instruct me on company email set up. She smells divine. Crisp, clean, and a little bit floral. He breasts brush my shoulder lightly and I flush, not hearing a word she's saying for a few moments. We work through lunch and before we know it the clock says it is 5pm. "Oh, dear. Where has the day gone? You must be famished. Can I buy you dinner? A first day celebratory meal," Vivien smiles a sweet smile I haven't seen yet. I shoot Pete a quick text and tuck my phone back into my purse. Vivien takes me to a lovely restaurant and we sit at a table that faces the lake. My favorite. Three drinks and two appetizers in, Vivien is grilling me about Pete. "So why aren't you two married? Four years is a long time," she stabs at the olive in her martini with a toothpick and pops it into her mouth, sucking the end of the toothpick with her full pink lips. I shrug and sip the martini Vivien ordered for me. "What about you? I don't see a ring on your finger," I say with more bravery than I'd had all day. "I was married. Life is always changing, Evey. My tastes changed over the years and so I moved on," she finishes her drink, "Anyway, Pete just must be some kind of fool to leave a girl like you unmarried for the rest of us to snap up," she winks at me. My head buzzes for a moment. Realizing what she's just said, I wonder if she's making a pass at me. No. Not possible. It's the vodka talking. I look at my phone and it's almost 10. Pete has sent four texts to the tune of "Where are you?" "I'm sorry, Vivien, I didn't realize that it had gotten so late. I have to get home," I say, collecting my purse from the chair next to me. Vivien puts a hand on my arm and frowns, "Oh, no! I'm sorry I've kept you so late. Let me get you a cab home." We stumble out of the restaurant into the cool summer evening. Vivien holds her liquor well. I fight my cloudy thoughts and heavy eyelids while she hails a cab. When we pull up outside of my building, she reaches over and puts her hand on my knee. "Thank you so much for your help today. I think we'll make a great team." My entire lower body warms at her touch. I mumble some version of "See you tomorrow" and climb out of the cab. When I walk in the door I am greeted by a large vase on our kitchen table. A bouquet of lilies - my favorite - hangs over the rim. Two glasses of champagne sit next to the flowers. Pete is nowhere to be found. I walk down the hallway and find him asleep on the sofa. A pang of guilt hits me and I walk over, covering him with a blanket. His eyes flutter open and he smiles at me. "Hey," he says sleepily. "Hi. I'm sorry I'm so late. My boss wanted to go out for a drink and it turned into three drinks and some food..." "I suspect he was a perfect gentleman?" he sits up. "She had the purest of intentions," I say, not knowing whether or not that's true. Pete pulls me into his lap and kisses me deeply. The warmth I felt when Vivien touched my knee returns and in one swift move Pete is on top of me. He moves quickly, working my dress up over my hips. "God, I want you. This dress. These shoes," his voice is raspy. I can feel his erection against my panties and with one graceful motion he moves the fabric aside and he is inside me. My body lurches forward, responding to him. Vivien pops into my head and I close my eyes. I remember how good she smelled. Pete moans into my shoulder and he fists his hands in my hair as he empties into me. Just as I hit send on my work email, Vivien storms into the office. "Evey!" she shouts and I startle. "Evey, it's been nearly three weeks, so I'm not mad, but this kind of thing can't happen in the future." I furrow my brow, confused. She holds out two papers, both emails I've sent. "You've mixed up the recipients, Evey. They are less than pleased." I put a hand to my face, "Vivien, I am so sorry. I don't know how I let that happen. You have so many clients and I'm just trying to get accustomed." Her face softens. "It's okay. I'm sorry that I shouted. Please be sure to take more care going forward." I step out of the office and into the bathroom just outside of Vivien's office. The tile floor is a mosaic of Lake Michigan and the walls are a muted green. The lighting is soft and when I look at my reflection in the mirror I look tired. My brown hair looks drab. I fish my lip gloss from my picket and apply a bit before pulling my hair up into a low pony. There. That's better. When I walk back into the office, Vivien is on the phone. She smiles and me and for the first time today I notice how low her blouse goes. My goodness, she's got nice breasts. I check my phone and there's a text from Pete. "Publisher in NY wants to meet today. Flying out at 2. Lunch?" I approach Vivien's desk and she smiles up at me. "Pete just texted me that he has to meet with a publisher today. Would it be alright if I stepped out for lunch now?" "Lunch with Pete? May I join you? I would love to meet him," she picks her purse up and grabs her sunglasses before I can make up an excuse and we are out the door. Vivien opens the door for me when we enter the restaurant and Pete is sitting at a table near the windows. He looks effortlessly handsome, as always. "Pete, this is Vivien. My boss. Vivien, my boyfriend, Pete," I am obviously nervous with no idea why. "So you're the four-year boyfriend," she smirks and extends a hand. Oh, that's why. My face heats and I am shocked at her audacity. "I'm sorry?" he raises and eyebrow. "Pete has been so busy with publishers over the last couple of years..." I mumble, trying to make an excuse for our lack of engagement. "Well, I'm sure you know you're a lucky man," Vivien smirks again. "Publisher. So you're a writer then?" "So to speak, yes," Pete laughs at himself. "I've written a series of children's books. "Penny Pepper"?" "Ah, yes. My niece enjoys Penny Pepper," Vivien sips her water, unimpressed. Vivien picks up her phone, "Bad news, Evey. We've got to get back to the office ASAP. A client needs me on a conference call in 10." I look at Pete and he shrugs at me. I kiss Pete goodbye and out of the corner of my eye I see Vivien roll her eyes. Just after 5pm, Vivien has been out of the office for two hours. I rub my eyes and walk over by the window. I imagine myself on one of the sailboats, slicing gracefully through the clear blue water while the evening sun dances across my face. Vivien comes in and smiles at me. "Would you mind staying a little late with me? I have two days worth of work here," she shakes a stack of papers. "Of course I'll stay." Vivien walks over to an intricately detailed liquor cabinet. Why haven't I noticed it before? She pulls out a couple of glasses and a bottle full of brown liquid. "Bourbon?" she holds up the bottle. I don't drink bourbon. "Sure" I smile meekly. I take a sip from the glass and fight a sour face while the warm liquid burns down my throat and into my stomach. Remembering that I hardly touched my lunch, I feel the bourbon a little quicker than I might've had I eaten. I save the last of the files to our shared folder and finish the last sip of my bourbon. Vivien sits at her desk with her head in her hands. She starts to rub her neck and notices that I'm watching her. "Can I make a strange request? Would you try to work this knot out of my shoulder? I was supposed to have a massage this evening but work got in the way." I don't know if it's the bourbon or the face that it's suddenly dark outside, but I stand up from my desk and walk over behind Vivien's chair. I place a hand on her bare shoulder. Her skin is soft under my fingers. I can smell her. Fresh. Clean. The familiar warmth in my lower body returns when I hear her moan. "Mmm, Evey. That's lovely. You have skilled hands." The warmth intensifies and I feel like my knees could buckle. She reaches up with one hand and pulls a single pin from her hair releasing soft curls that fall around her shoulders. I move the hair out of the way and continue rubbing. Vivien moans again. This time she moans my name. It's velvety and deep and I can't believe it when moisture forms between my thighs. Vivien stands up and gestures to her chair. "Your turn." I can feel the redness in my cheeks and begin to protest but Vivien puts her hands on my shoulders and moves me into her chair. Her hands are strong on my shoulders and the warmth is now tingling. I'm wet and my incredibly attractive boss is the reason. I allow my eyes to close and I feel her breath on my neck. Her lips are so close to my skin and I begin to feel overwhelmed. I stand in a hurry and collect my purse before nearly tripping over my chair. I wish Vivien a good night and leave before she can say a word. Friday morning arrives and Vivien is far more casual than I've seen her. Her hair hangs loosely around her shoulders and she's wearing a brightly colored floral dress that bounces with every step she takes. "Happy Friday!" she says brightly and puts a latte on my desk. "Thanks!" I giggle at her cheery demeanor. My fears of an awkward day are gone and it's business as usual. "How about we cut outta here early today, hm? I wanna hit the beach!" she beams at me from her desk. "Well, actually, I have plans with my girlfriends later..." "Evey, your boss wants to hang out with you at the beach. I sign your paychecks!" she laughs and then almost looks desperate. "Okay, Vivien, let's go to the beach," I smile back at her. We work until about 2pm and she announces that we are done for the week. I invite Vivien back to my place to change into our suits. I look out the window at the lake and see some disheartening clouds moving in. "Vivien, the beach might not happen today. Storm clouds are moving in quick." She opens the bathroom door, and there she stands, topless in only her bikini bottom. I cover my eyes but have the memory of her perfectly round breasts ingrained in my memory. They are as big as they looked under her blouses. In the kitchen, I'm pouring tea into a couple of mugs when Vivien walks in wearing my bathrobe. "Tea?" she smirks at me and then goes for the liquor cabinet. "Wow, you guys have the good shit," she pulls out several bottles and sets them on top of the cabinet. "That's all Pete's. I don't really drink." She mixes us some very strong drinks and we sit down in the living room. I turn on music for background noise and we talk for a while. The storm picks up and lightning flashes across the sky over and over. Vivien scoots closer to me and pretends to be scared. The moisture between my legs returns. I'm fairly certain it's the booze talking and I say, "You have really nice tits," Vivien sits up and looks at me, surprised. "Well, I didn't think you even saw them, you covered your eyes so quickly." "You ARE my boss. I was just trying to be respectful." I blush. She leans in, "Wanna know a secret?" I nod. "They're fake," she winks and drops the robe. "Feel them," "I can't," I shake my head. "Sure you can," she grabs my hands and places them over her hard nipples. Using her hands on top of mine, she rubs and massages her own breasts. "Nice, right?" I nod and swallow hard. I'm sitting on my couch feeling my boss's amazing tits. Her eyes soften and she doesn't take her gaze off of mine. "Now, I get to see yours," she yanks the straps of my dress off my shoulders and my breasts fall free. They aren't as big as hers, not by a long shot, but they're real. She reaches up and pinches my nipples. I jerk back in shock and my mouth drops open. She reaches again, "Don't be so prude," she laughs and grabs my breasts hard. She lifts herself off the couch and straddles me. My mind is spinning and I can't wrap my brain around what is happening. She looks at me and without a word attaches her mouth to my left nipple. I'm frozen. I watch her work her tongue around the hard tip and suck it deep. My thighs are on fire and a moan escapes my throat. "Vivien..." my protest comes out much deeper than I mean it to. She sucks hard and then looks up at me, "What's wrong?" she licks lightly at both nipples. "This. This is wrong. So wrong." Shaking her head she brings her lips close to mine. "I'm going to ask you a yes or no question. Did it feel good when I licked you just now?" I'm frozen again. She grabs my jaw with her free hand, "Yes... or no?" I nod, unable to believe that I've just given this woman - my boss - permission to continue this absurd behavior. Her lips return to my hard nipples and she takes them, one by one, between her teeth. I savor the painful yet blissful sensation and then her mouth is on mine. Our tongues mix in a boozy dance. Her free hand moves between my legs and she looks at me, surprised, when she feels how wet I am. "You do like it!" she laughs. "Vivien, I like it. I love it! But this can't happen!" "Why?" she asks, rubbing a finger ever so gently over my panties. "You're my boss." "Okay, so I'm your boss. How would you like a big, fat raise?" she smiles a devilish smile and drops to the floor. She puts a hand behind each of my knees and pulls me to the edge of the couch cushion. I sit, unable to move, and she pulls hard on my panties. She leaves them halfway down my legs and touches my clit. She swirls her finger around it and dips into the wetness that's practically leaking from me. She brings her finger to her lips and licks it slowly. "Mmm, you taste as good as I thought you would," My mouth is open and my face is on fire. She inserts a finger in my dripping slit, "Have you ever been with a woman, Evey?" I shake my head, because in this moment that is literally all I can do. "Let's see how many fingers you can take," she slips another finger in and I cry out. "Yeah..." she purrs. She slides a third finger in and strokes me g-spot. I eyes widen and I moan loudly. "Does Pete ever hit your g-spot?" she spits on my clit and I shake my head, gripping the couch cushion with both hands. Evey Green: Career Woman Ch. 01 Her tongue licks slowly from her fingers to her spit and sucks my swollen clit into her mouth. My body is shaking and I can't control it anymore. She sucks hard on me before licking furiously at the swollen knob poking out from beneath its hood. Everything gives way at once and a sensation so incredible rocks my body hard. I buck my hips and she holds on tight, licking and sucking and finger fucking me. "Fuck!" I scream and shake under her. "Yeah, baby. Who is that for?" she says into my soaked pussy. "You!" I cry out again as she sucks me into her mouth once more. She gets off the floor and kisses me hard on the mouth. "Do you taste that sweet pussy of yours all over my lips?" "Yes," I answer desperately and kiss her again. "I want to taste you now," I say and try to push her away so I can have a turn, but she pins me down and shakes her head. "No," she kisses me again and licks up and down my neck. She whispers in my ear, "Tonight is for you. I'm going to make you come until you can't anymore and you beg me to stop." She lowers herself down between my legs again and kisses my thighs around my hot, wet cunt. Her mouth covers my clit and her tongue goes deep inside my drenched slit. I lay my head back and I do come for her. Over and over again, but I never beg her to stop. Evey Green: Career Woman Ch. 02 It's very early when Pete crawls into bed. Close to 4 am on Sunday. Vivien and I didn't talk all day Saturday after she left while I was still sleeping. I had to wash the sheets, pillow cases, my clothes... her scent was everywhere. My mind keeps taking me to a place that I don't want to go. Her hands on my thighs. Her tongue between my thighs. No. I have to snap myself out of this. Pete drapes and arm over me gently and kisses my head, trying not to wake me. A feeling in the pit of my stomach gnaws at me and I want to spring out of bed and tell him what happened. I want to tell him that Vivien made me come over and over again. I want to tell him that if he wants to leave me I'll understand. Thankfully, my body obeys my command and does not move. I wake up to the sun shining through the curtains. Pete is sound asleep and I sneak out of bed. I put on a pot of coffee and my phone beeps from across the room. My heart stills. I can hear it beating in my ears, so I know it hasn't stopped completely. I walk gingerly over to my phone as if I'm sneaking up on it. I nearly collapse when I see that it's a text from my dear from, Kim. Kim and I met over 10 years ago and we were instantly best buds. "Call me when you can." I pick up the phone and dial right away. "Hey!" her sunny voice beams through the phone at me. "Hey, you. Just got your text. What's up, love?" "Well, I was hoping that since I haven't seen you in FOREVER that you could get lunch with me today. I'll be down by you anyway for rehearsal around 11, but I'm free after noon," she sounds hopeful. "I would love that. Call me when you're out of rehearsal." We hang up and for the first time since Vivien left I feel a giant sense of relief. I'm pouring coffee into a comically large mug when Pete stumbles into the kitchen. He smiles his gorgeous smile at me and nearly throws himself at me. "I missed you! I barely heard from you, too. You must've been some busy lady," he says into my hair. "I'm sorry, darling. I am so happy that you're home," I take his face into my hands and I'm suddenly wearing a scarlet letter. I can feel my face turning bright red and I glance at the couch where Vivien made me come so hard that I had to clean my own juices off the leather and the oak beneath where I sat. "Are you OK?" he gazes at me. I blink hard and look back at him, "Fine, why?" "You just seem a little distracted I guess," his brow is furrowed. "I'm just thinking about work stuff. That's all. I'm sorry. Shall I pour you some coffee?" I turn around so that I don't have to look at him anymore and pour him a cup. Pete and I sit on the couch and he tells me that the publisher loves his stuff and wants to work out a deal. Pete tells me that he's got to go back to New York from Monday morning until Friday afternoon or so. I tell him that I'm sad he's going, but I'm also scared to be left alone now. What if Vivien wants to come over and do it again? The thought brings that familiar warmth between my legs and I cross them. Pete starts to pack so that he can leave again tomorrow and I go to meet Kim for lunch. Over BLTs and bloody marys, Kim and I talk about everything as usual. I am disappointed when I can't bring myself to tell her about Vivien. This girl is my best friend and has never judged me, ever. I just can't. I glance up when I see a vivacious blonde woman strutting down the sidewalk and for a moment I am petrified. It's not Vivien. I tell Kim that we should get together again soon, but I know I won't see her for awhile. She's an opera singer. I hug her tight, proud of my opera singer friend, and make my way home. I open my work email thinking perhaps Vivien might have emailed me at least about something work related. Not a peep. Pete walks into the room wearing a very tight t-shirt and his skinny jeans from years ago. "Do you think this is too revealing for my interview on Wednesday?" he poses in the doorway. I giggle and nod emphatically. He turns to go back into the bedroom and looks back at me, "If you follow me, maybe I'll let you take it off of me... if you can," he smiles and walks into our room. I want to follow him. I know what he wants from me. I just... don't feel it. He peeks his head around the corner, "Evey? You coming?" "I just have a lot of work emails to sort through before tomorrow," I say and blush instantly knowing it's a lie. "But I'm leaving tomorrow. I won't be back for a whole week!" "I know... tonight, baby. OK?" He nods and shakes his butt at me as he walks back into our room. I am in the bathroom getting ready for bed and I find myself lost in thought. I'm half thinking about Vivien and half thinking about how to get out of what I promised Pete. Why don't I want to have sex with him? Does one lesbian encounter make me gay? I walk into the bedroom to see Pete sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. Problem solved. I take my phone and lay down on the couch. I close my eyes for what seems like only moments and wake up when Pete strokes my hair. "Why are you out here?" he looks concerned. "Oh, you were spread out all over the bed earlier and I didn't want to wake you," I get up off the couch and settle into bed with Pete. He rolls over and kisses me in the dark. His hands roam underneath my shirt and down my pants. Even though I am feeling nothing in this moment aside from anxiety, I let him inside. He kisses my forehead, my neck, my breasts. He's quiet and so am I. I can feel him slowing down. "I don't want to finish until you do," he pants. Oh, no. I can't come. Not tonight. I'm terrified about work tomorrow. I'm scared that all I can think about in this moment is Vivien fucking me with a strap-on. It's all too much. So I make an executive decision. "Please, don't stop," I say, desperately. He scoops an arm under my neck and cradles me while he fucks me. I give it a moment before I tell him I'm close. He says he's going to come and I tell him I am too. While he has a real orgasm and fills me up, I have a fake one. When he rolls off of me, he pulls me close so my head rests on his chest. He kisses my hair and we fall asleep this way. I kiss Pete goodbye and walk into the lobby of my building. The elevator ride is too short and my knees are shaking as I approach Vivien's office. Vivien is wearing a silky, flowy top and a black pencil skirt that hugs her hips divinely. She is on the phone, so I walk in and sit down at my desk. I open my computer and start my Monday morning. I hear her put the phone down. "Good morning, Evey," she says dryly. "Good morning, Vivien," I smile at her and immediately return my gaze to my computer screen. "How was your weekend?" she says and sips her coffee. I want to jump on top of her desk and scream. How can she be so cool about this? I worried about this all weekend! That's how my weekend was. "Fine, and yours?" I finally say. "Eh, a bit boring, but fine. I've just saved some files to the shared folder. I need you to go through them and delete anything that's more than five years old. Please archive the rest," she picks up the phone and is on a call for the next hour or so. I work through lunch, hoping that she'll let me leave a bit early for doing so. The week is fairly mundane compared to what I thought was going to happen. I imagined Vivien pushing me down on her desk and pulling a vibrator from her desk drawer and making me come for her mouth. I thought she might at least grope me inappropriately at some point. Nothing. I'm wrapping things up on Wednesday afternoon and just as I stand up to leave, Vivien does too. She smiles at me, "I'll walk out with you." We walk through the revolving door into a chilly evening. "Listen, Evey..." I freeze. This is it. We're finally going to talk about it. "Tomorrow's schedule is fairly clear. We can probably both work from home if we get a few hours of work done tonight. It would really help me a great deal if you wouldn't mind. I'd be happy to spring for takeout if you wanted to come to my place..." she says, all business. I'm disappointed once more, but I agree to help her. We share a cab to her place. The lobby doors whisper open and closed and a doorman watches me closely as we head for the elevators. Vivien opens her door and I gasp when I see her place. Hardwood, granite, stainless steel, white. So much white. It's breathtaking. "Help yourself to some wine," she gestures to a fully stocked wine rack. I pour myself a glass and sit down at the beautiful hand-carved dining table. Vivien's voice comes from behind me, "Was it hard?" I turn to her, "I'm sorry?" "Was it hard keeping it from Pete? Or did you just tell him?" Oh, NOW she wants to talk about it. "I didn't tell him. And I'm not going to," I look down at my wine. "You've been awfully cold to me this week," I say, sounding more childish than I mean to. "Cold? No. I've been your boss, Evey." "The things you did to me on Friday..." "Stand up, Evey," I stand up and turn towards her. She begins to unbutton her blouse. "Vivien..." I look down. She finishes the buttons and lets the silky top fall to the floor. She walks to me and instructs me to take her bra off for her. I am shaking and my fingers fumble with the clasp before it releases and her breasts spill out. I'm on fire. I wanted this. I wanted to wake up to her Saturday so that we could do this, but she was gone. And here we are. It's now or never. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and bring it to my mouth. Her nipple hardens quickly between my lips and her saltiness fills my mouth. She puts a hand under my chin and brings my eyes to hers. "When we are in my office, Evey, I am your boss. Nothing more. But as soon as I am alone with you outside of my office, I will take advantage of you every moment I get. I craved the smell and taste of your pussy all weekend. You're incredibly sexy, Evey," she kisses me hard and moves my head back to her nipples. Everything in me is on fire. I suck desperately at each nipple. She pushes me away and breathing short, shallow breaths, she tells me to go to her bedroom and open the middle dresser drawer. Opening the drawer I find several toys. A dildo, two vibrators, some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a strap-on. I look up at her and she tells me to pick one. I take out the strap-on and she takes it from me, tossing it on her bed. She walks to me slowly and unbuttons my pants. She pushes my shirt up over my breasts and moves my bra, sucking gently at my nipples. I shiver and concentrate all of my energy on not letting my body fall to the floor. She kneels in front of me and pulls my pants halfway down my thighs. She puts her thumb over the very obvious wet spot on my panties and rubs lightly before grabbing the backs of my thighs and pushing her mouth to my panties. I gasp. I can feel her hot breath against my clit and I need to sit down. Vivien pushes me down on the bed. She kneels over me, kissing her way down my stomach. When she reaches my very wet pussy, she breathes deeply. "God, you smell so good, Evey," she says before covering my clit with her mouth. I feel her tongue exploring me and I moan loudly, not caring about anything else in the world. She slides her thumb inside me and pinches my clit between her fingers with the same hand. She sucks hard on me and licks hard. The friction of her tongue against me brings on that familiar sensation of everything falling away. I close my eyes and shout out something incoherent before I'm lost. I'm gripping the blanket so tightly that my knuckles are white. I look down and Vivien is licking me ever so softly. "Please, Vivien. Please let me taste you. I've never licked a woman before and I need to have you," I have never wanted anything more than this. Ever. Vivien kisses me and instructs me to lick her chin clean. She pulls my shirt off and swiftly removes my bra. Her mouth finds my nipples and sucks each one before rolling over onto her back. "Let's see what a natural you are at eating pussy," she spreads her legs wide and I move between them. I touch her through her panties and she is just as wet as I am. I move in close, letting her feel the warmth of my tongue on her clit. Pulling her panties down, I discover something I hadn't noticed before. Vivien has a clit piercing. I know that I'm supposed to kiss her thighs and tease her like she does to me, but I want it too much. I take her into my mouth. I suck her gently at first, then harder. I rub my tongue against her exposed bump as rough as I can and I feel her jump. I take the piercing between my teeth and tug just gently. Her body rolls and she's moaning my name. She mumbles something about me lying that this is my first time, but I don't stop. I lick her up and down her delicious slit before slipping a couple of fingers inside her. She props herself up on her elbows, pinching her nipples and watching me intently. I lick and finger fuck her until she throws her head back and cries out. I can feel her squeezing around me as her cunt leaks all over my fingers. I lap it up and before I can say a work she instructs me to get on my back. She stands up and retrieves the strap-on. She clasps the black strap around her hips and strokes the large, flesh-colored dildo. She pulls my legs so I am at the edge of the bed. I look up at her and I am brave again, "Fuck me. Please fuck me hard," I push my dripping cunt towards her. She pushing the head in just a little bit and runs the tip up and down my wetness. I throw my head back and cover my face with both hands. "Please, Vivien," I shout. She pushes inside me and I feel so full. My eyes shoot wide open and I stare up at her. Her face is soft and focused. She thrusts into me hard and I cry out. "Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck your tight little hole?" she grits her teeth and fucks me harder. She lifts my legs and pushes them up, leaning into me to get deeper. I can feel the cock all the way inside of me and Vivien slaps my tits. I'm surprised but so close to putting my come all over the big dick that I can't think or even utter a word. She falls over me and pins my arms above my head. Her mouth finds my nipples and bites at each one while she fucks my pussy with reckless abandon. Like a flash, I feel everything in my body tense and then I'm gone. I am completely silent with my head thrown back and she's buried the cock deep inside me and stopped the thrusting. I finally cry out when the orgasm has ripped through me, leaving me completely drained. I am limp. I want to speak and I can't. Vivien takes off the strap-on and holding the shaft, she brings it to my lips. "Taste," she says and pushes it against my mouth. I lick one side while she licks the other. She moves the toy and our tongues tangle up in each other. I realize that I'm exhausted and Vivien pulls me close to her. As I'm falling asleep I hear her whispering to me, "You're mine now..." Evey Green: Career Woman Ch. 03 I'm in bed with my laptop on the blanket in front of me and Pete's face is displayed all over the monitor. He's telling me about his meetings with all kinds of important people in New York. He's been rubbing elbows with some writers. Very good people to know in his business. "So what have you been up to?" he smiles, adoringly at me. I feel tears prick my eyes and a lump forms in my throat. I can't speak and I shake my head, turning the computer away from me. I can hear him saying my name, but I can't bring myself to say a word. The guilt over what I've been doing with Vivien has begun slowly eating away at me. I know in my heart that Pete will leave me. Or at least he should. I know that it's not okay and that Vivien manipulated my thinking just a little. Planting little seeds like calling him the four-year-boyfriend. But I can't tell him like this. Not when he's in New York and will surely turn away from me in a place where I can't hold him. I turn the computer back and regain composure. Pete looks terribly concerned. "I'm sorry," I squeak. "I just..." I swallow hard "miss you so much," "That's why you're crying?" he seems relieved and smiles a little. "I'll be home soon, sweetheart. Don't cry," he holds a tissue up to the screen and I laugh a little. We say goodnight and when I close the computer I decide then and there: when he gets home, I am telling him. First thing. I close the computer and my head bounces onto my pillow. It's cool under my head and feels so nice. I glance down at my stomach peeking out from under the blanket and see a light bruise. Vivien. I close my eyes tight and somehow manage to fall asleep. Friday morning comes and I know that when I arrive home, Pete will be there. I'm typing aimlessly and the cracking of a whip brings me back to reality. Only it isn't a whip, it's Vivien's voice. Loud. Powerful. "Evey! Are you deaf?" I jump and turn to her, standing from my desk. "Sorry," my cheeks redden and I trip over my own feet on my way to the ladies room. I'm looking at myself in the mirror - at the bruise on my tummy - and, "is that from me?" Vivien smiles. I shoot her a wicked stare and snarl, "You know it's from you. You also probably know that Pete will notice. You want him to leave me, don't you?" She turns and locks the door. Not here, not at work. This is the office. She can't. I stand bravely and smooth my shirt out. She walks over to me briskly and grabs my chin, "You think it's okay to talk to me that way, little girl?" I pull away from her and this time she steps towards me and puts her hand on my throat. "Vivien, not here, this is the office. Your rules, remember?" I look up at her blue eyes and they are shooting daggers into mine. "We aren't in my office, are we?" she pushes against my throat and repeats the question. I say nothing. "We are in the ladies room in the building where my office is located. And you're being a mouthy little bitch all of the sudden," she brings her lips close to mine, "Apologize." I stare at her, wide-eyed. "No." She leans her knee between my legs and rubs up against me. "Evey, I can see right through you. You're so excited right now that you're just hoping and praying that I don't feel how wet you are right now. You're thinking that someone could walk in at any moment, but that won't happen because if you'll notice, I locked the door. Now I want an apology or I'm not letting you walk out of here." I swallow hard against the palm of her hand, "I'm sorry," She smiles and loosens her grip on my throat. "Good girl," she traces her fingers down my chest to the opening of my blouse and undoes a button. "Vivien, please," I say looking away from her. "What's wrong?" she licks from my cleavage up to my ear and bites my earlobe. "You don't wanna play anymore?" I continue to look away from her and she undoes two more buttons. She cups my breasts in both hands and pushes them together. "That's okay," she licks both breasts, "I can have fun all by myself," she moves my bra and takes one of my nipples into her mouth. "Vivien, stop," I try to sound commanding but it comes out so meekly that I don't even think she heard me. She sucks hard and looks up at me, flicking one of my hardened nipples with the tip of her tongue, "Stop what?" "This. I... want you to stop," She traces a circle around each nipple with her tongue and squeezes them both between her fingers, "Mmmm, no you don't," I try to cover myself but she pushes my hands away and grabs both of my wrists with one hand. She's so strong. She pushes me down over the arm of the small loveseat against the wall, wrists still together, and uses her other hand to get between my legs. "Vivien..." Before I can protest, she finds the massive pool of juices I've been trying to hide all this time and without a word slips a finger inside. My dress is almost up over my face and I wish it were covering me completely. I don't want her to see my face. I don't want to like this. I don't want to cry out, but I do. "That's my girl," she moans, fingering me and rubbing my clit with her thumb. She releases my wrists and moves down my body. My hips are still on the arm of the loveseat and she kneels between my legs. I can't see anything but the very top of her head. Suddenly I feel her mouth completely covering me from my clit to my hole. Her tongue goes deep into me and she moans deeply, "God, Evey. Mmmm, god damnit. You taste so fucking good," I cover my face with both hands and try desperately not to move or make a sound. My hips betray me and buck under her hands. She takes her fingers and pinches my swollen clit between them. She finds it between her teeth and bites down softly. I yelp into my hands and my entire body jumps. She stands between my legs and puts all four of her fingers inside me. "We don't have much time," she says, finger fucking me. My mind is a total blur. My thoughts are gone and all I know is that she has four fingers inside of me. She slows her hand and I feel her moving her thumb towards her fingers. "Now, you need to relax for me," she says and then moves the tip of her thumb in near her fingers. My eyes widen and I stiffen my body, "No! I can't!" She moves her thumb up as if she holding a bowling ball and grabs me tight, "Relax," she shouts. She looks at the door and puts a finger to her lips, shushing me. She moves her thumb back down and puts her hand on my stomach as she works her entire hand into my pussy. Once it is completely inside of me, she rubs furiously at my clit and I feel something I've never felt before move through me. It's an incredibly powerful orgasm but something is different. I feel like I have to pee and something shoots from me up Vivien's arm. She slaps my clit and it comes again. I'm in awe and completely aware, for once, that I'm coming incredibly hard and I think I'm squirting. She slowly takes her hand out of me and licks a couple of her fingers. She walks to the sink and looks at me in the mirror, "I would share, but I've gotta get back," she dries her hands and walks out of the bathroom. I sit up on the couch and pull my dress down. I clean up as best I can before heading back into the office. Vivien is already on a call and I feel so confused. What she does to me is incredible, but where can this go? Nowhere. I stay for another hour or so and then quietly pack up and leave. When I walk in the front door, Pete is in the kitchen at the table. "You're home early!" I rush to hug him. He stands to meet me and hugs me and it occurs to me that he might be able to smell me. "I am home early," he says, emotionless. "What's wrong?" I stare up at him, terrified. He knows. I don't even get to tell him. He's found out from someone else and now he's leaving me forever. "Evey, we have to talk," he sits and motions for me to do the same. "When I was in New York this week, something happened," he says, his eyes never meeting mine. "A few of us went out for some drinks one night and eventually a few of us became me and one of the publishers. She and I got very drunk and she went on about how she knows people who could set me up to write whatever I want for the rest of my career. She dropped some names and we went back to my hotel to discuss things..." I stare at him, not believing a word he's saying. "Evey, we slept together. I never would've done it if I had been sober," he looks up at me, his eyes sincere. "I slept with my boss," I blurt it out. There. Like ripping off a band aid. "What?!" he looks at me in shock, "Your boss? As in Vivien? Your female boss?" "Pete..." I start, but he cuts me off. "What the fuck, Evey? What do you mean you slept with your boss?" "The first time it was when we were..." "What?! The first time?!" Pete stands up and puts his hands on his head, "How many times has it been?" "Three." I say, not holding anything back now. "Holy shit, Evey. Holy shit," he says and shakes his head. He walks to the door, puts his shoes on, and without a word, he's gone. I wait for the tears to come, but they don't. Why am I not crying? I'm sad, but no tears. Is this the end? I get into the shower and take a long, hot one. I put on my pajamas and get into bed. It's still light out. I close my eyes. When I open them again, it's dark out. I sit up and listen for Pete in the apartment but hear nothing. I walk out into the kitchen and I am still alone. I find my phone and there's nothing. I am texting Pete when he walks through the door. I can smell him almost as soon as he enters the room. Booze. "Evey Green, you got some 'splainin' to do," he points at me and stumbles. I stand up from the couch and I start to speak but he rushes over to me and hugs me close. "I'm so sorry, Evey. I'm sorry I cheated on you. I'm sorry I made you a lesbian..." I pull away and look up at him, "I'm not a lesbian, Pete." "Oh, really? Cause you've been fuckin' a lady, so by my calculations..." I stop him, "I don't know what happened between me and Vivien, but I liked it. I won't lie to you any longer about anything." "And I won't lie to you anymore," he puts a finger on my nose and taps it twice. We aren't going to get anywhere tonight, so I help Pete to bed and I sit on the couch with a glass of wine. I look out at the lake and sip my Pinot until I can no longer keep my eyes open. When I wake up, Pete is sitting on the chair next to me and staring at me. I sit up fast and rub my eyes. "What time is it?" I mutter, sleepily. "10:16" he says. "Did..." he puts a hand to his head, "Did last night really happen?" I nod, brushing the hair out of my face. "What are we going to do?" he says in a somber tone. I shrug, "I don't know." We talk for a long time. I tell him that I don't have feelings for her, but what she does to me is like a drug. I want more and more of it. We both cry. He says he's disappointed that he can't satisfy me. I tell him that I am angry that he cheated on me, but I forgive him almost immediately. He asks if I want to continue my sexual relationship with Vivien and I tell him that I don't know. That was the only lie I told him during the entire discussion. I knew the truth. I wanted to continue. She knows my body better than I do. Pete and I agreed to take a break. He would go to New York for a couple of weeks and I would stay here in Chicago. We agreed to live as single people during this time, and when he came home, if we wanted to be together, we would. I cried while he packed and I cried when I kissed him goodbye. That night I drank an entire bottle of wine by myself and cried myself to sleep.