Jake asks for a blowjob

Jake's heart raced as he stood in Abbie's office, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the window. The room felt stifling, despite the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Abbie sat behind her desk, the picture of professional composure, while Jake shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"So, um, yeah ... something actually is on my mind ..." He struggled to form a coherent sentence, his palms growing sweaty. "I was ... Abbie, I --"

"Jake, what's going on. You don't look well," said Abbie, her brow furrowing with genuine concern.

He paused for a minute, acutely aware of the open door and the potential for coworkers to overhear. The pressure of their public setting weighed heavily on him. Finally, he blurted out, "Do you even remember last night?"

Abbie smiled, her demeanor relaxed and untroubled. "Sure I do! It was just yesterday, silly. I'm a little quirky sometimes, but my memory is fine."

Jake's confusion deepened. How could she be so casual? "So you remember ... talking to me last night?"

"Yup." She grinned innocently, exuding a confidence that only bewildered Jake further.

"You remember ... in the hallway, by the copy machine?" His voice dropped to a near-whisper, paranoid about being overheard.

"Yes, Jake. I remember. I was there!" she sassed him, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jake chuckled a little, but was beginning to wonder if he even remembered last night. What if I ask her about the blowjob, and it turns out it was all in my mind or a dream? I will look like such a moron. He stopped and thought about it. Either it happened, and then she'll tell me it was a one time thing ... or it didn't happen, and I'm an idiot, and she'll be embarrassed, and I'll have to kill myself. Okay, seems like a decent Plan B.

"Last night, didn't you ... " His voice became barely audible. "Didn't you, um, didn't you and I, uh ..."

"Jake, I'm getting worried about you. Are you okay?" Abbie's tone was gentle, but her eyes held a hint of mischief that Jake couldn't quite decipher.

Gathering every ounce of courage, Jake leaned in close and whispered, "Abbie, did you suck my dick last night?"

The room fell silent. Jake held his breath, terrified of her response. Abbie stood up from her desk, her gaze dropping to the floor. When she finally looked up, making slow, deliberate eye contact, Jake's heart nearly stopped.

"Jake," she began, her voice low and serious. "I know we don't know each other very well, but I have to say I'm a little shocked."

Jake's stomach dropped. I knew it, I knew it. Nothing happened and I'm a horrible person.

But then Abbie took a few steps closer, instantly shifting the physical intimacy of the conversation. She rested her fingertips against his chest, and leaned into him, lifting one foot off the floor. Jake's breath caught in his throat at her sudden proximity.

"It may have only been the first time I gave you a blowjob," Abbie said softly, her warm breath tickling his ear. "But for you to come here the next morning and barely remember it, well, that kind of makes me wonder if I did it right."

Jake was stunned silent, his mouth hanging open. What the fuck. Abbie pushed against him gently, giving herself just enough momentum to step back and reclaim a more professional distance. She walked around her desk, glancing through her open door to the hallway.

"Honestly, Jake. I got the impression last night that you had a good time. I sure did," she said, her voice low but tinged with amusement. "But then for you to come in here now and ask these questions like you weren't even sure it had happened. Frankly, that's just weird."

She smirked at him and giggled, suggesting that even if she thought he was weird, she still found playing with him fun. With that, she sat back down in her chair and rifled through papers on her desk, the picture of professional nonchalance.