Penetration

Jon stood outside Richard's office for nearly a full minute before forcing himself to knock. "Come in." The familiar voice immediately tightened the knot in his stomach. Richard sat behind his desk, reviewing paperwork. He didn't bother looking up right away. The delay felt intentional. Everything Richard did felt intentional.

Finally he set the papers aside. "Well?"

Jon swallowed. "I talked to Brandi."

Richard leaned back. "And?"

Jon hated how difficult the next words were. "We'll do whatever it takes to keep things together."

A slow smile spread across Richard's face.."That's what I thought." The reaction irritated Jon more than he wanted to admit.

Richard reached into his jacket and removed his phone. "Give me her number."

"What?" Jon blinked. "Why?"

"Your wife's phone number." Richard acted genuinely confused by the question. "Because I'm not going through you. I'm going to be going through your wife." He leered.

Jon's expression hardened. "What does that mean?"

The answer came instantly. "It means you're unreliable. You filter information. You interpret it. You tell people what you think they should hear. I prefer direct communication."

Jon remained standing. "I don't think that's appropriate."

Richard laughed. The sound was short and sharp. "I wasn't asking your opinion, dickless." The office grew quiet. Jon felt his face heating.

Every instinct told him to refuse. Every practical consideration told him not to. Eventually he recited the number. Richard typed it into his phone without comment. The moment felt strangely worse than Jon had expected, not because anything dramatic had happened, but because it felt like surrender.

Richard finished writing and looked up. "You know what fascinates me about you, Jon?" he asked. "You still think this is a rivalry."

Jon didn't answer. Richard tapped the screen a few times and turned the phone around. The contact photo that appeared was Brandi's picture. Jon immediately recognized it as the same photograph Richard had taken from his desk. The contact name beneath it made his stomach tighten; Cum Dumpster.

Richard smiled. "That's what she is now." Richard seemed pleased by his reaction. "You spend your life thinking people are husbands, wives, friends, coworkers, and competitors. That's why you lose." He tapped the screen with a finger. "I categorize people by usefulness. Assets. Liabilities. Opportunities. The ability to take a load of my jizz while chocking on my cock."

Jon stared at the screen. Richard slipped the phone back into his pocket. "I hope I can replace that picture with a better one soon. Something more recent." Jon said nothing..Richard leaned back in his chair and folded his hands.

"That's the difference between us. You get attached to the pussy you're fucking, or not fucking anymore, as the case may be." The office fell silent. For a long moment, neither man spoke. "You know what fascinates me?" Jon said nothing. Richard smiled. "The lengths people will go to avoid admitting who they are."

Jon's jaw tightened. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Richard shrugged. "You've spent years pretending you're my rival, that you're an alpha male." The words landed heavily. "But rivals compete." His smile widened. "You walked into this office defeated. I'm going to fuck your beautiful wife, break her mind and wreck her fuckholes, and you can’t wait for me to do it."

Jon felt anger surge through him. "That's not true."

"No?" Richard folded his hands. "Then why are you standing there looking for my approval? Why is your pathetic little dick making a wet spot on the front of your slacks while I talk about how I'm going to turn your precious Brandi inside out?" The question hit harder than Jon wanted. For a moment he couldn't answer.

That seemed to amuse Richard. "You know the funny thing, Jon? I don't think you're afraid of losing." Richard's eyes locked onto his."I think you're afraid of discovering who you are after you lose." Jon opened his mouth. Nothing came out. Richard nodded as though the lack of an answer proved his point.

Then he pointed toward the door. "Now get the fuck out of my office." Jon turned and started toward the door. Then he noticed something on the far wall. His footsteps stopped. Jon looked at Richard's dartboard. It hung on the wall beside the bookshelf, positioned where Richard could see it from behind his desk.

Pinned to the center was Brandi's photograph. It wasn't a copy, but the actual picture Richard had taken from Jon's office. Darts pierced the image in multiple places, their flights trembling slightly in the conditioned air of the office. Some had struck the edges. Others had punched directly through the photograph itself. For a moment Jon simply stared.

Richard followed his gaze. "Oh." The smile returned. "I wondered when you'd notice."

Jon felt something cold settle in his stomach. Richard leaned back comfortably. He simply sat behind his desk as though there were nothing unusual about using another man's wife as a target. Somehow that made the sight more disturbing than if he had laughed about it.

"You'd better get used to watching that cunt wife of yours get penetrated," Richard advised. "Now, get the fuck out of my office."

This time Jon obeyed. He turned and left without another word. As the door closed behind him, he couldn't stop thinking about the damaged photograph sitting in Richard's office. It wasn't the picture itself that bothered him. It was the message. Richard wanted him to know that he was going to destroy Brandi.