Back at the office

Dave decides to drop by his old workplace before heading home. He just knew they forgot to give him his severance package, which should be just enough to take Maggie out to live her fantasy that was described at the end of the story she wrote. He figures, he worked that for three miserable years. Twenty thousand a year should be adequate.

Plus he had to tell Carrie about the fact that she could have a new fuck **** in Pamela.

Dave parks his mom’s car in the spot reserved to his direct supervisor, noting that once again the man wasn’t at work. And Charlene wondered why he didn’t get projects done on time? It was because Harry was never there to tell him what the clients wanted! He was always working in the dark. Dave sighs as he enters the three story office building housing Charlene Vigen Public Relations. He enters the building, wishing for security and the front desk receptionist to not notice his entry.

First things first, he thinks as he walks up to Carrie. She was what people called a lipstick lesbian. Though that’s not entirely accurate as they had had one fun filled night of debauchery a year ago. Dave guessed she was ninety percent dyke, but every now and then…she wanted a hard fucking from something not attached to a harness.

Dave considers him lucky that he had caught up to her in the bar that night.

She stood about five feet nine, with an average build. Decent sized tits, mid C cup he figured, with a toned ass. Her hair was a deep red that seems to shine, and hung down to her mid back. Dave vaguely recalls that her pubic hair was a bit darker, though still red. Her eyes were blue, and she has a smattering of freckles upon her nose and cheeks. Dave always liked her smile as the parted her full lips, and created deep dimples in her cheeks

Carrie looks up as Dave stops in front of her desk, her look conveying surprise that he was back, and and sorrow the he had been fired. Dave smirked, glad that she wasn’t a man hater. “Hey Carrie, how are you?”

Carrie opens her mouth, stunned. The look of her mouth in a perfect O has his dick throbbing as she remembers the tricks she can do with her tongue. Her mouth shuts, then she clears her throat. “D-Dave, what…what are you doing back? If Charlene finds out you’re here…”

“Don’t worry about Charlene, I can handle that bitch. What I’m doing back is two, maybe three fold. First, in my haste to get out of the building, I forgot my severance package. I’m clear headed now, and I intend to collect. I’m also here to inform her that I’ve notified the Labor Board about my firing, and so she should be expecting a investigator. Third thing is for you specifically…”

Carrie smirks, “Come on Dave. I already told you, I like women. Granted every now and then I crave a nice hard cock in me, and yours was pretty good. I’ll call you when I get in the mood for a good old fashioned primal fuck. Maybe you can be my regular, if you can call it that, male fuck buddy, but that’s about it.” She says, laughing and tossing her long red hair over her shoulder.

“Well, that’s nice, I’ll give you my number. But…that’s not exactly what I meant. See, I made a bet with this girl see, and she lost. Bad. Really, really bad.”

Carrie’s eyes twinkle at his tone, “Aha, and you want me to help her atone?”

Dave grins at the choice of words, “Oh yeah. Definitely. Anyway, This is her phone number, and her address. Call her in about a week, don’t mention me, just tell her to meet you somewhere to fuck. She won’t be able to resist. And I say a week, cuz she’s going to be, uh, indisposed until next week.”

Carrie narrows her eyes, “She really lost bad, huh? Should I break out the whips and chains?”

Dave shudders, thankful she hadn’t whipped those out with him…but then again he had been pretty blasted that night. “You…uh…you didn’t use them on me, did you?”

Carrie giggles, her face breaking out into a huge grin causing her dimples to deepen, “No, no chains anyway. I usually don’t break those out until the fourth or fifth fuck. But this time, for some reason I really want to help you out. For you I just used a soft cotton strap to tie you down. Not too tight, not too soft. You had fun. I swear.” She adds the last hastily.

Of course you want to help, Dave thinks, because I wished it so. “Anyhow, I’m going to talk to Charlene.” He says, grabbing a piece of paper to jot down his phone number. He winks as he hands it to her, “Later…buddy.” As he starts away, he heightens her attraction to him ever so slightly, making her think it’s because of the fact that he basically gift wrapped a girl for her.

Carrie licks her lips, “Definitely…buddy.” She takes the piece of paper and slips it into her breast pocket, jutting them out a bit for his benefit.