The afternoon was dragging on for Chad Stephens. He couldn’t explain why he felt so melancholy right now. He had a successful phone meeting, picked up a large new account, and had handled some important emails, so why did the day seem so dismal? He sat at the mahogany desk in his office that overlooked the city and wondered why he felt like his hands were an hour glass and Reina was the sand slowly, but surely, slipping through his fingers.
He’d been wrong when he had assumed that last Friday’s session was just Reina doing her job as his Office Whore. He realized that now, especially after being with her this morning. The way she touched him, the way her body responded when he touched her; it was more than just hot, slutty office sex. There was a connection between them, as much as he wished he could deny it.
His heart felt heavy as he remembered the look on Reina’s face when she admitted she wanted to enjoy a moment of pretending they belonged to each other, and he responded by telling her he wasn’t a “happily ever after” kind of guy. He’d said it so casually, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth.
That same heart wanted him to go after her when she had walked out of his office, chin held high, trying to act as though he hadn’t just backhanded her feelings. But his head knew that the best thing for her was to work as Reina’s assistant and let the recently hired Savannah replace her as his Office Whore.
The problem was, he didn’t want Savannah, he wanted Reina; sweet, seductive, red haired Reina, with her big blue eyes, sexy smile, and delightfully curvy body. She was a magnificent combination of slutty little vixen meets soft innocence. He felt things for her that he’d never felt before. Perhaps it was time to admit, at least to himself, that he was in love with her.
How was that even possible? He’d known her less than two weeks! He was, at age 39, too old for a 25-year-old woman anyway. And what if he did acknowledge his feelings for her? What good would that do if he allowed himself to love her, and then eventually had to watch her walk away just like every other woman in his life had? Fuck feelings, anyway!
He also knew that he would never be capable of loving Reina the way she deserved to be loved. She was the most amazing woman he’d ever met. He thought about how easily she forgave him for hurting her, albeit unintentionally, during their rough anal session yesterday. Or how she admitted to watching hours of porn videos to learn how to be the perfect slut for him. And then there was how she looked so serious and determined on the very first day, when she bravely agreed to try being his Office Whore having never done most of the 12 tasks that were part of her job.
Chad shook his head. Base 12 Slut. Office Whore. What kind of pathetic loser had to hire young willing women to spread their legs and satisfy his constant need for sexual gratification?
He remembered when he and his buddy, Bill, had been bored one night back in college. They got a little high and started creating the concept of the perfect office slut. What would she do for her boss? Bill had said, “Well with your sexual appetite, Chad, there would need to be a handbook with detailed descriptions of at least a dozen tasks she should be able to perform!” It was that night that Chad decided it would certainly solve a lot of problems for him. A woman in his office, whose job it was to satisfy his every sexual need. A pretty face to suck his cock, a tight, wet pussy to fuck and play with, and a beautiful ass to spank and fuck. It sounded like heaven!
So, when he’d started his own firm and his exotic-looking office manager, Karena, had rejected him as a lover (after admitting to preferring another female in her bed), he decided, what the fuck, why not? He amused himself by creating a website, manual, rules, etc. He called it Base 12 and, voila, the Office Whore was born.
Karena had surprised him by not thinking he was an outrageous deviant for wanting to hire a woman in this capacity. In fact, she’d actually been supportive and took over the initial hiring process. He gave her a basic description of what he wanted and she did the rest.
The problem was, none of them could hold his interest for more than a few months. He realized now, that this was probably due to the lack of any connection or personal feelings he had for these women. He wanted a slut and each one of them had been happy to perform his list of twelve tasks for him. Then, the challenge was gone, and he grew weary of the same thing every single time. Dumbass, he thought to himself, it was his fault! The ridiculous rules and scripts he had created made sure that each sexual act was controlled and there was no real interaction besides the acts themselves. No additional commentary was one of his more ludicrous stipulations; he remembered feeling it necessary to add that to the handbook after one of his blonde sluts had talked his fucking ears off during sex.
Reina wasn’t afraid to go off script, and she had made him feel alive. She been his Office Whore for just under two weeks, but he couldn’t imagine becoming tired of her. She made him want to throw the handbook in the trash and just play it by ear; just get naked together and see where it would lead. So why couldn’t he?
He knew the answer was complicated, but the simplest reason was Reina deserved better. She certainly deserved more than he could give her. Oh Christ, he must really love her, because it hurt so fucking much to think of letting her go.
He could call her in now, there was enough time left in the afternoon, but was that really fair to her? The phone rang, startling Chad. He answered hoping it was Reina, but it was Savannah instead.
“Mr. Stephens, may I come in to your office? I have some questions that I would like to ask,” Savannah said coyly.
“It’s Chad, and you should really be calling Karena if you have any questions. Or you can ask Reina,” he said, mildly annoyed.
“Oh, well I tried that, but they are both in a meeting with a new copy machine salesman,” Savannah said with a pout Chad could almost see through the phone.
“Fine, then come in,” he said and hung up the phone.
Savannah entered Chad’s office with one goal in mind, to stop this ridiculous waiting game and get some action with her sexy new boss. For some reason, his policy was to give three days to memorize the twelve sexual tasks so she could perform them from memory simply when he said them by number. Well she wasn’t a moron and her pussy needed attention now. Fuck, why should she have to wait three days?
It was killing her to be so sweet to everyone, especially to Reina. What Chad saw in that whore was a mystery to Savannah. She didn’t even bother to use concealer to cover up all those freckles. What was it that men craved about redheads anyway?
“Thanks for letting me come in to ask questions, Mr. Stephens, I mean Chad. I just want to make sure I do everything right for you. I know I can please your cock; I just need the chance to show you that I am ready,” Savannah said seductively.
“You said you had questions,” Chad said, irritated.
“Well my first question is why do I have to wait three whole days? I’m ready now,” Savannah was doing her best to distract him by leaning over so he could see down her blouse.
Chad ignored the less than subtle move and said, “Savannah, there is a manual with very explicit instructions with details on my expectations. If you wish to work here, you need to abide by all policies as written.”
“Yes, of course, I’m sorry sir. I’m just so eager to please you,” she said, staring longingly at his couch. “May I sit on the couch so I can get a feel for what I will be sitting or lying on while you use my needy little cunt?”
“Savannah, go back to your desk, read the manual. You must have missed the section on what turns me off. This little game that you’re playing? Total turn off,” Chad said bluntly, “So, unless you want your job to end today, I suggest you go back to your desk and study the fucking manual like Karena and Reina told you to. Then, maybe, you won’t embarrass yourself by doing the exact opposite of what I like and want from my Office Whore.”