Call Janeece

"No no no, this shit will not stand!" said Janeece.

"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!" said Sandy. "Please don't tell anyone! It's okay, it's not inappropriate, I asked him if I could jack him off!"

Janeece shook her head. "Nuh uh. No. This is not okay! I'm going to tell Mr. Roberts about this right now!"

"No, Janeece, stop!" said Tom. He tried to get up, but with his dick hanging out and his pants pulled down, he couldn't stand up before the angry woman turned around and walked off. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to catch up to her, he grabbed his phone and called her.

"Hello?" said Janeece, but her voice was bland, not the raging bitch scream he'd expected.

"Janeece?"

"Yes, this is Janeece."

"Stop! Don't go to Mr. Roberts!"

"Why not?" she asked calmly.

"Well, um, I'm the most senior person here. If I've been here this long, he must really like me, right?"

"Yeah, that's true."

Tom took a deep breath. The glimmer of hope that she might listen to him calmed him down enough to stop shaking and get his pants fastened. He stood up and walked out of his office as he said, "You really shouldn't tell anyone about this. If this came down to me vs. you, it might go badly for you."

"Okay, I won't tell anyone," said Janeece.

He was absolutely shocked that she was buying this line of bullshit, especially since everyone knew that Mr. Roberts barely tolerated him. He moved through the office quickly, finally seeing Janeece ahead of him at the end of the hallway.

She wasn't holding her phone. She was just standing there, looking angry but standing still, as if she was struggling with what to do next.

"Janeece?" said Tom into his phone.

"Yes?"

Tom could hear her unemotional voice, but her lips weren't even moving as she quaked in anger. This was just like with Sandy, the conversation was going straight to her brain.

"Don't go anywhere. Just stand there, looking around the corner, and take a minute to figure out the right way to handle this."

"Okay," said Janeece.

Tom bent over and panted deeply. He hadn't realized how winded his middle-aged ass had gotten just by running through the office. Well, not just by running, that handjob had gotten his heart racing pretty fast, too. Speaking of which, he was still hard as hell. Janeece, who hadn't fucking knocked, had interrupted him before he'd had a chance to finish. Looking back up at the ebony beauty, he thought that maybe she should take responsibility for that. He hung up and typed out a message for Sandy on slack.

• Sandy, stay in my office until I get back.
• Okay.
• You can relax, I'm going to work everything out with Janeece.
• That's good.

Feeling like that had probably resolved any potential loose ends, Tom figured out what he wanted to do next. He was hornier than he'd been in years, and he knew that was affecting his judgement, but he didn't care. Looking at the hot twenty-six year old at the end of the hallway, he was enjoying that horniness, and he was enjoying the excitement of another feeling, too. He was becoming as angry at the young executive who'd been promoted past him as she was at him. He hadn't let himself get this angry in a long time. If felt good. Powerful. He called her again.

"Janeece? How do you feel about me?"

In that frustratingly neutral tone, Janeece's subconscious said, "I'm furious with you for taking advantage of a young employee like that."

"No, I mean before that. How do you feel about me in general."

"You're a loser. You do half the work of anyone else, you do it badly, and you've been in the same job since before I was born. It really irritates me how much time I have to spend making up for your slack ass."

The fact that everything she said was true didn't keep him from getting angrier as she said it.

"Janeece. You're angry with me right now. That's fine. But you're also attracted to me."

"I am?" she asked dryly.

"Yes, you really are. I get under your skin. This whole thing has you very worked up. The next time you see me, you're going to want to hate fuck me. The only thing that will make sense to you is madly fucking the shit out of me to work through all this aggression I've stirred up in you."

"Okay," her voice said as if he'd just asked her to drop a letter off on his desk.

Tom hung up and put his phone away. He walked over to Janeece, tapped her on the shoulder and said, "Look, I can explain about Sandy."

"YOU-!" yelled Janeece, but then she looked around to make sure nobody had heard her. Then she whispered, "You can't fucking do that! Come with me!"

She stormed off and Tom followed her. They went into her office. As soon as she had closed the door, Janeece slapped him.

"You're an old fucking pervert!"

Tom looked down Janeeces's body and back up again. She really was hot, from her long, sculpted legs wrapped in a tight, black skirt to her impressive chest in her white blouse. There was a bit of flush to her cheeks, highlighting how worked up she was, and it looked good on her.

The "old" stuff was pissing Tom off. He wasn't that old. "You seem pretty turned on at the moment. Do old perverts do it for you?"

Janeece's chest heaved. She looked down and saw that he still had a tent in his trousers. She looked back up at him like she wanted to kill him and said, "Shut up and take your fucking pants off!"

A small, rational part of Tom's brain told him that this could be a trap, this should be a trap, since there was no way that an intelligent, independent woman would turn into a porn cliché like this. Then she roughly undid her blouse to reveal her big, brown tits in a black bra, and Tom's last rational brain cells gave up and told him to dive right in. He pulled off his pants and underwear while she tossed away the bra. Seeing her big tits out in the open made Tom freeze, even in his younger days he'd never scored with a woman this hot. He stood there in a dress shirt and socks as she pulled off her panties and hiked up her skirt.

"Get in the chair. Now!" shouted Janeece.

"Yes, ma'am!" said Tom. He walked around her desk, which was noticeably nicer than his, and sat down in her office chair. Janeece stood in front of him, running her hands over her hot body, knowing the effect it had on him. When she brought her hands up her neck to her face, Tom said, "Damn, why do you have to be so fucking pretty? It's a distraction!"

"Oh, like you being unable to keep your eyes to yourself is my problem, you fucking asshole!" Janeece turned around, exposing her round ass to him. "I can't even stand to look at you while we do this. Just stick it in me so that we can get this over with and get past it!"

Tom held up his cock, and Janeece lowered herself onto it. She began moving up and down, slowly at first.

"Don't you fucking cum!" said the young executive. "I know that poor girl got you worked up already, but you'd better not finish before you satisfy me!"

"Just shut up and ride my cock!" said Tom. He reached around and cupped a dangling tit. It was so heavy! It bounced in his hand as she moved faster and faster. Beads of sweat started running down her back, glistening on her light chocolate skin.

"You know we have to double check everything you edit, don't you?" said Janeece. "We don't have to do that for anyone else, but your work is always sloppy. We've been trying to get Mr. Roberts to fire you for awhile, and we think he's beginning to see the light! You're as lazy at editing as you are at fucking me!"

"Well, since you're already used to doing all the work, then this shouldn't be such a big deal!" Tom leaned back and let the young woman ride his cock faster as her anger drove her harder. "Are you... are you on the pill?"

"Yes, but don't you... don't you fucking cum yet!" yelled Janeece.

"Too late!" yelled Tom, and he came inside the gorgeous woman.

"You fucking lazy piece of shit!" said Janeece through gritted teeth. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as the older man went soft inside her. She leaned back against him, and Tom reached around her and pinched both of her pert nipples. This pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm. She rolled around on him, grinding her back into his chest.

Tom felt amazing.

When she finished, Janeece's head rolled to the side and she was face to face with Tom. He leaned forward to kiss her.

"Oh no!" she said, jerking up and out of his lap. "I am not kissing your perverted lips! You should be ashamed for what you did to Sandy!"

Tom stood up and picked up his pants. "Well, she came on to me, her superior, so it's arguable if that's sexual harassment. You, on the other hand, told a subordinate to 'shut up and take off your fucking pants.' That's a lot more likely to get you in trouble."

"Just get your pants on and get the fuck out!"

He did exactly that. Then he walked back to his office, more exhausted and satisfied than he'd been in a decade.