Derek comes back and gets what he wants

Aimee took her time cleaning up. She wished she were home with her scented oils and moisturizer but between the relaxing pressure of the warm water and the bar soap, she felt clean and refreshed by time she cut the water off. She could hear the driving of the rain against the building roof, the storm sounded like a heavy one. Grabbing a towel she dried off while walking out to the locker room.

She checked her dress carefully before grabbing the panties and tossing them into the garbage can in the corner. Aimee felt clean at this point and while the sex was somewhat enjoyable, her knickers were still soaked and she didn't want that soiled feeling. It was then that she heard the office door slam open and turned toward it with a start. There she saw Derek glaring at her.

The transformation shocked Aimee a bit. Gone was the preppy looking man with a soft smile. It was like he'd been replaced by an almost perfect simulacrum but its maker hadn't quite gotten the programming right. His polo was soaked and clinging to his torso but anger had replaced his easy smile and his hazel eyes shined with a cruel glint. She didn't like the change at all.

"Did you think I was just going to shrug and walk away, bitch? Nobody uses Derek Vandergraft and comes out of it in one piece!"

His deep voice was laced with an almost calm frustration but he wasn't yelling, he was speaking just above a normal volume. She wished he were screaming, at least then she'd have a good guess as to where he was emotionally at this point. All she was certain of was that he felt wronged and intended to make her well aware of it. She found herself shivering even though the locker room was still on the warm side from the shower mist. Derek looked her straight in the eye as he pulled the door shut behind him. She could tell he was still seething but a bit calmer, probably because he felt more in control now.

"I'm going to explain things in a really simple way so your scheming whore mind understands it."

He offered a mocking smirk. Aimee subconsciously wrapped the towel around her half-dry body, tightening it a bit before he began speaking again.

"I did a quick image search when I left. Aimee the HR manager does indeed work at the hospital, the picture posted on the website was very good actually. I don't buy the bio talking about the happy marriage though. Imagine my surprise! I figured you were just one of the slags Brian seeds these functions with. I'm actually sorry that mistake was made, things might have gone smoother otherwise."

She just slowly nodded feeling the need to try and defuse the situation somehow. Maybe if he felt the master in this situation and that she was listening, he'd calm down a bit. At least now Aimee felt she understood why Elenor wanted her gone so badly and so publicly. The matriarch probably didn't like those types at her society get-togethers and wanted everyone to know that. She kept quiet hoping that venting would bring Derek's paranoia down a few more notches.

"Are you aware that my brother Brian is meeting in the Gallery with your hospital director? Father is getting older and wants to lessen his responsibilities a tad, so Brian is going to oversee the medical facilities the company is invested in. That of course includes the hospital you work for."

Aimee thought she saw an opening.

"And you'd threaten all that over this little spat?"

"You're fucking daft aren't you, bitch? Nothing that happens here is going to change the smallest part of how the hospital itself is handled overall. I have no involvement at the moment and even if I did, it's too important to endanger over some little milfy whore. No, what it does is gives the ammo to destroy you slut."

His smirk broke into a damning smile.

"I'm pretty sure I can make a trespassing charge stick and I'll insist an arrest be made. I'm under no illusions it'd be more than a simple fine but that is just the fuel for the tabloids and resources you have few of thrown at lawyers. Mother will be a bit embarrassed but it'll be worth it. Do you think Elenor wants the family in the spotlight like that and with an employee to boot? Especially after your 'surprise' **** test the next time you show up at work? Mother will insist Brian make it go away and the easiest path will be to fire and blacklist you given the center's subordinate position to family interests. Maybe I'll chat with Brian in the morning, he really has no interest in the medical field and might relish swapping for my shipping role."

Aimee just stood there staring at him, her mind trying to wrap itself around the problem he presented. There was of course Chad's offer but did she really want to be in all the papers? This was salacious enough that they'd chase her for a bit at least. The Vandergrafts were frequent targets since they were rich and socially mobile. It'd easily make the society pages at the very least for a few days and would spread through gossip among future employers and current colleagues. The lawyers would be a financial drain and what would her husband think? Aimee might not be happy in her current relationship but she wasn't quite ready to end it. There seemed no winning here for her. She only thing she could think of, Derek's own reputation, seemed like a dead end. There are worse things for a young man than being known as a bad boy after all.

"I see you are finally beginning to understand how deep a hole you're in. Chad's family would probably indulge him on the **** test. A trip to a few sham substance **** counseling sessions could make them feel better about that. He might even explain the situation on the trespassing charge well enough but do they want to be in papers? It's far easier for them to leave you in the cold, he already got what he wanted after all. Achmed will probably return home to the Gulf soon so Chad could easily dismiss all this as an unfortunate dalliance. I have the upper hand here and I always win."

Aimee shook her head as she drowned in thoughts of how bad this could get. She should have tagged along with one of the others. Was there anything Noreen could do to help? She stood frozen as she desperately grasped for a solution that was evading her **** dimmed mind.

"Your only way out little Miss HR princess is to do whatever I tell you. Do you understand this?"

She could only nod woodenly as she acknowledged Derek's words. At the very least she had to buy time and that meant going along at least until she could figure a way out of this.

"Good. That's the attitude a dutiful employee should have. Keep me happy and you'll find your position with the firm will be a lot easier. Now woman, strip."

She exhaled hard and slowly untucked the end of the towel letting it fall to the ground. Aimee was under no illusions he gave a damn about her for any reason other than her ability to get him off. The power he had over her at the moment was likely just as attractive as anything he'd demand. The bulge in his pants told her he was indeed turned on over all this. She heard the peal of thunder in the distance as he began to speak again.

"Good girl. I have no intention of keeping you long this time but I have changed my mind on that shag."

Derek grabbed her arm and pulled Aimee into the office. As they stopped in front of the big wooden desk, he reached out and knocked everything off the top of it forcefully onto the floor.

"Bend over the desk and grab the far edge. It's the perfect position for a bitch in heat. You may not be a whore for hire but women don't come to parties like this alone unless they are looking to hook up with rich bachelors. I'm going to give you your wish."

Aimee did as she was told and bent over the desk. Derek took a moment to admire her long smooth legs, ample hips, and her plump, curvy bottom before thrusting three fingers deep inside her slowly dampening pussy. As he did so, he used his right leg to nudge both of hers open to better access her sex. He continued to taunt her.

"Not totally dry to start and you're getting wet nicely. Are you one of those sluts that like being told what to do? If so, you'll love continued employment at the hospital."

"I have condoms. . ."

"I never want to hear that word again, slut. You aren't worth the cost of a rubber. Now beg me to fuck that shaved snatch and make me believe it."

Aimee's face reddened in embarrassment as she felt his fingers leave her and his bulbous cockhead started rubbing on her slit. She could feel her body doing what came naturally, her pussy was moistening, readying itself for sex. She tried to muster as much enthusiasm as she could suspecting he'd just keep making her repeat it until she did.

"Please Derek, fuck me. I need your cock so bad."

"And where do you want me to cum, Aimee?"

"Wherever you want! I just need that hard dick."

Derek smiled.

"You can be trained too. Good. I like it when the help can at least pretend to be happy."

Derek slammed his member deep inside Aimee's sopping kitty. She felt herself wrap around his girthy prick tightly, silently she was thankful for his fingers a moment earlier because otherwise, this might have been painful. He bottomed out a second later and she felt his stomach impact her ass pretty hard. She wasn't certain how big he was but felt he was a bit bigger than her husband. He reached underneath her and fondled her large tits for a moment, pinching her nipples and rolling them in his fingers. She'd always been glad men were drawn to her breasts, they were very sensitive and she liked the feeling. She bit her lower lip trying to stifle a moan, hating that she was loving it. Derek then growled at her before he pulled back.

"You'll do, bitch. You'll do."

Derek withdrew until only the head of his erect rod was inside her. He stared down at her prone form and growled in conquest. Then he started in hard and fast, in and out, drawing groans from her lips with each thrust.

"There you go. You're so well behaved. Take it, slut."

Aimee gripped the desk so tightly her hands were turning red as his monster reamed her **** pussy. He'd stopped talking at this point, lost in the animal lust created by the act of plundering her dripping cunt. All the while she could feel her own body get more into the physical act of mating, even as her mind was reeling at the violation. She didn't want this but she couldn't stop her pussy from reacting to it. Biology was exercising a veto over her personal feelings.

She continued to grunt and groan involuntarily with each intrusion as she could feel the heat build in her loins. Derek may not care about her pleasure but the way he was fucking her was hitting all the right buttons. Aimee could feel the dopamine building in her mind, slowly driving her to moan more loudly as her ravishment continued. She was torn. She felt mortified by how she was reacting but the euphoria of the moment was taking over and driving other considerations from her mind.

Before orgasm could take her though she felt Derek slam deep inside her, his body stiffened, and his weapon exploded. She felt him flood her cunt with his spunk, the first she'd taken from any man but her husband since she'd married. Aimee had sex a few times during these outings with the girls but never without a condom. Then she felt Derek's cock slip from her as she felt her energy drain, cheated of any sort of meaningful finish herself.

"I think you'll make a good side piece, slut. I generally like them younger but you're a noisy one and that's kind of hot."

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled Aimee to her feet. Then he turned her around and pushed her down. She was now staring at his half-hard 6-inch cock.

"Lick it clean. I don't want to dirty my briefs."

Aimee didn't say a word, she just opened her mouth and took him inside her. She started to suck him, tasting the mingling of their juices on his member. She took it slowly, not wanting him to get hard again. She had mostly come down from her high and didn't want the humiliation or disappointment of a second encounter.

Derek enjoyed the feel of her full lips on his tool and the sensation of her tongue dancing along it for a few minutes before he stepped back. He knew he could get hard enough for another go if he wanted but there was time enough for that later. He had business in the morning and needed some sleep. He felt sure she'd be waiting in the personnel department whenever he felt the need to have her.

"Feel free to shower up again before leaving. I'll instruct the desk to have a car ready for you."

He pulled up his underwear and pants.

"I'll get your number from the employment records. We'll meet again, likely soon poppet. No need to worry about that."

He turned and left through the back door. Aimee could hear the rain had fallen off into a light drizzle before the door slammed shut. She made her way back for a second shower, trying to decide exactly how she felt about all this. Chad or Derek? Either choice will come with a man expecting certain . . . benefits. She pushed it from her mind as she turned the shower on. There will be time enough to figure that out tomorrow.