Dave has a choice to make

Once he had managed to get the oversized data from his invoice into the software, Dave fell silent. Jake was grateful, as he much preferred to dedicate his mental energy to what Abbie was doing under the desk than to vaguely attempting to converse with Dave. That said, Jake did enjoy the double meaning of the conversation he was having, and trying to manipulate Abbie's behavior this way.

Abbie relaxed somewhat after the question-and-answer with Dave concluded. She had been roughly and energetically deep throating Jake by virtue of his questions to Dave, but now she sat back, relaxing her body more, and softening her grip on Jake's dick.

It worked for Jake. He had been on the verge of coming, and he wasn't entirely sure how that element of things was going to transpire with Dave sitting behind him -- not to mention, how was Abbie even going to get out from under the desk at all?

"What is that smell?" Dave said as he sat back in his chair.

Jake was a bit startled hearing Dave's voice. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the previous conversation stopped. Something about Abbie's lips and tongue swimming around his dick made Jake lose sight of time place.

"Um ... I have no idea. What smell?"

Dave sniffed around a bit. "I don't know. Smells ... muddy."

Abbie giggled. Jake, hoping to mask the sound, laughed himself.

"What does mud smell like?" Jake said.

"Like this," Dave claimed, waving his arms around.

Jake shook his head. He tried looking at his own computer screen, tried reading information on the pages he had at his desk. But all he could do was pretend to work. It was all he could do to not moan or comment on how amazing he felt with what Abbie was doing to him.

Abbie ran her fingers along Jake's legs, ticking the skin, appreciating his lean muscle tone and the soft hair she felt along his thighs. Periodically, she would slide her mouth off his cock and lick and tease his inner thighs with the tip of her tongue.

"Mm," Jake groaned, unable to contain his vocal reaction to Abbie's fingers and tongue.

"Ah," said Dave, turning. "You smell it now?"

Abbie stifled a snicker. She loved that she was doing enough to Jake to coerce a noise from him, and deeply amused that Dave mistook the noise as Jake's commentary on whatever it was that Dave thought he smelled.

"Um ... yeah," said Jake. "You're right, it smells muddy."

Dave sniffed around some more. "Oh fuck, you know what it is?" He laughed to himself. "It's that fucking coffee I got. Ew." He sniffed his cup, and then drank some.

The slurping noise of drinking was loud enough for Jake to hear. "It smells like mud and you drank it?"

Dave laughed again. He had a wheezy laugh, the kind associated with smokers (though Dave hadn't smoked for years). "Yeah, it's mud, but it's free."

"That's a terrible excuse," said Jake.

Dave sighed. "I know. But I'm a cheapskate." He drank more of it. "It definitely does not get better the more you drink it."

Jake tried to tune Dave's voice out. Abbie was building up some momentum again under the desk, and Jake was beginning to think about things might end.