A good place to hide, a bad place to be caught

Glancing over his shoulder to see if Miss April was around or worse, Auggie, Bailey looked back to the small room in front of him. It had a solid wooden door and a thin vertical window next to it, and inside he could see Derrick Connors sitting with his laptop out and a second portable monitor hooked up to it. Putting his finger tips up to the glass he tapped each of his long nails on its surface twice to get his attention. The second the bearded man looked up Bailey waved at him with his fingers, feeling a bit giddy when he was motioned inside. ‘Plan avoiding dinner is a go!’

Looking up from the email he was working on Derrick smiled when he saw his girlfriend’s daughter waving at him, he motioned her in to see what he could do for the happy girl. “Good morning princess, how are you this fine Monday morning?”

“We are like totally at work, MR. Connors.” Bailey said, stressing the man’s professional name. He didn’t care about being professional, or more accurately being professional with him, but Bailey really didn’t like being called princess. Something he was sure the older man wouldn’t stop doing, he had started it when they went to the water park and it only got worse when he had put on Candi’s cover shirt that had “Daddy’s Princess” written on it.

“Suppose you are right, I should be more formal. What can this humble servant do for you Princess Best.” Derrick said with his easy smile in place as he teased the teen girl. She didn’t laugh or giggle saying please stop like he would expect Candace to do, but her happy smile hadn’t faded either.

“Umm like, just Bailey please and I am like assigned to Mr. Brannon, but he is off in meetings and stuff so I was like thinking I could help you?” The tone of Bailey’s voice went up an octave as he said the word you, turning what started into a statement into a question. It drove Bailey nuts that this man Derrick Connors had such an easy going warm smile. Considering how he originally felt about the man it felt like a super power that just put others at ease and to trust him. This man was courting his own girlfriend right in front of him and still he couldn’t help but like the guy… he had helped him back on that day at the water park and just the day before brought back a magical piece of his childhood, reuniting with Cherry. He loved his old man, but he was often gruff, hard edges and Bailey couldn’t help but wonder how much different… better life could had been if he had a father like Candi did. The thought alone felt like a betrayal to himself.

“Hmm, Not sure I have much…” Derrick’s words trailed off as he saw the girl shake her head, seemingly upset at his rejection, having no real idea what mental tormail was raging through Bailey’s mind.

‘No, like NO, it can’t be a betrayal, I’m Bailey Ann Best, not Bailey Andrew Smith. I’m Bailey Ann Best, a good girl and proud, besties with Candi Connors and this is like, just her dad, it is like totally fine, totally, totally.’ The thoughts of his old man and how it felt like he was doing wrong to think about Derrick that way had brought more thoughts with it, how he was a man and with that how wrong things were. How he shouldn’t be thinking about outfits and shouldn’t be going on dates with men and shouldn’t have had sex… the mental image of Liam in that frat house bedroom had come to mind and Bailey had to reassert his mental separation.

“I do have to make a few phone calls, maybe I could give you a list and you can reach out to them, letting them know when to expect my call.” Derrick said trying to think quickly on tasks he could make up that he didn’t need done, but would keep her busy. He wasn’t sure what was bothering her, but when she started telling him why she was here and mentioned George Brannon he wondered what the man had actually asked her to do before she came here. ‘Is she actually trying to avoid him?’

“Umm, like yeah, I could totally do that for you!” Bailey wiggled his shoulders slightly, happy to have something to do so he didn’t have to go back to Miss April and more than likely sent to go help her brother where he would ask for a date to be introduced to his mom and then Candi would be super excited, no he totally didn’t want that.

“Great, let me just make a list for you and…” Derrick thought for a second, making on times on the spot for when he would make the phone calls. “You just let them know when I will be in contact. I am also going to send you some emails, in them will have a few reports. What I would like you to do is print them, bind them in a few folders, and make six copies. Bring them to me and.. Lets see what else can you help me with… ah!” Looking down at his rather full inbox, it gave him no help in coming up with busy work, but an idea for morale came to mind. “I was thinking of a way to make everyone feel appreciated. So what I would like you to do is visit every department, and I mean them all and speak to the administrators, not the heads of the departments, no, I find they don’t always know what their workers like and I doubt they would be a fan of me creating a billing to their departments. Well.. I digress. Go to each department and see what people would like more, an extra day off added to their vacation time or a hundred dollar visa gift card.” He imagined most people would want the money, even if the extra day off would actually have more financial value.

“Yeah!? Do like the interns get that too!? Mommy was talking about going shopping for clothes, but would have to like, wait till she gets paid again.”

Chuckling to himself Derrick nodded, wondering briefly if his Candace would also want the instant gratification or think long term. He wasn’t positive about the answer, but the outcome he imagined would become much clearer if she found out her best friend was talking about using it for a trip to the mall. “I don’t see why not, profits are up and it is something small us fat cats near the top can do to show appreciation. Now you go and run back to your desk and check your email, you should have everything you need. If you run into any problems just let me know.” Walking around and talking to the different people in the departments, to show a little face, network with those working underneath him was a part of the job Derrick enjoyed, and doubly so when he was able to speak to them about rewards instead of tasks that had to be done. Seeing Bailey bite her lower lip and nod, her eyes just slightly out of focus made him think he was doing the right thing. It would not only keep her busy, but also give her something positive to think and talk about and he really hoped it helped whatever was currently on her mind.

“Okay, yeah, I will get right on that!” Bailey said thinking about all the different secretaries for the department heads, or admins as Derrick had put it. ‘Off walking around the building, like soooo perfect to stay away from Auggie in the file room!’

“Bailey, before you go. I hope you know that you can talk with me about anything that is bothering you, giving you a hard time or…” he let the silence drag on after saying or for a few moments in time before continuing. “Anything really, your mother and me, we are here for you.”

The smile on Bailey’s face faded, just briefly. ‘A good girl always smiles.’ The current troubles he was running from and how he really needed to solve the problem with Mr. Brannon before it became a big problem for others flitted in his mind. “It's just…” Bailey started before he could stop himself. ‘Sugar… why does he like have to be so nice!?’ He had been ready to turn and leave the small conference room that Derrick had been using for a temporary office, but that question had thrown him for a loop. “It's like nothing, just boy problems.”

Tilting his head back Derrick leaned back in his seat as he considered that. “Hmm, well I used to be a boyfriend. I might be able to help, or offer some fatherly advice.” The topic wasn’t one he felt comfortable talking about, Bailey was the same age as his daughter and while he knew she dated, even had a boyfriend here in Nevada. That didn’t mean he wanted to talk about the dating life of a teenager, all those hormones, trying to figure out what the feelings all meant, but he had told her he was there for her and he wasn’t about to turn her away.

‘Hey, so like my boyfriend, who I don’t even like want to date, who I have done things with I with that like I totally wish I hadn’t, but they felt good, like super good and that is way, like way waaaay confusing, he wants to invite me over to his house so I can meet his mom and like Miss April, who is also my god mother and Mommy’s best friend knows I have fooled around with her brother and she says I have to go or she is going to tell people and then I need to like seduce Brannon because he wants me to already flirt with him, but he is planning on firing Mommy and then she won't get the promotion and and…’ WIde eyed Bailey gave a few shakes of his head, feeling his messy ponytail flitting about as he did. “Thanks, but like I’m okay.” He said, in no way ever going to tell anyone about what was going on in his head, Bailey was never one for introspection and was happy to think the sale he read in the Macy’s catalog, than his troubles.

“Well, if you need me.” Derrick said with a nod of his head, having to mentally restrain himself from letting out a sigh of relief that she hadn’t actually unburdened herself about what was going on in her relationship with the Gates boy.

Leaving the temporary office of one of Mega Corps executives, Bailey started to make his way back to his desk happy enough that things were starting to look up. ‘Plan avoiding dinner, phase one complete!’ He thought as he started to hum a tune as he minced through the cubicle. It was then, when Bailey was mentally distracted that he saw August and had been almost too slow to react in order to hide from him. “Eep!” Bailey hopped into one of the cubicles down the row from his own.

In his hiding place Bailey heard a voice behind him, the cubicle having been occupied. “Hey! I mean… heeey.” Turning around the feminized man saw what looked like a man in his early to mid thirties. Putting a finger to his red lipstick cover lips Bailey tried to get him to keep it down and not alert his boyfriend. “Shhh.”

Twisting to look out of his cubicle the officer worker didn’t see what or who the girl was hiding from, but he was happy to have the pretty girl around. He had seen her prancing around the office, swaying her ass in a way that just screamed for people to watch her come and go. “You know.” he said in a hushed tone. “If you need to hide, you can hide under my desk, with me sitting at it no one would be able to find you.”

Considering what the man said Bailey nodded, oblivious to the smile that grew on the man’s face as he thought it, or something similar was the perfect idea for avoiding the tall dark haired Gates sibling. “You're like a genius!” With the coast being clear Bailey hurried out of the cubicle, unaware of the impact he just had on the other worker. Moving at the fastest pace he could with how he was dressed Bailey made his way back to Mr. Brannon’s office. Inside things were exactly as he left it and with a self satisfied smirk Bailey did as the man suggested, just hiding under the much larger wooden desk than the mostly open desk in the cubicle.

Climbing into the small and enclosed space wasn’t exactly comfortable, but Bailey was also keenly aware of how much of a puppy Auggie could be, following him around if he let him. ‘Just have to hide out for like fifteen minutes max and his break will be like over and he will have to go back to work.’ Kneeling there under the desk Bailey considered pulling out his phone from its hidden spot, he had put it back after turning off the recording, not wanting Miss April to see him having his phone, but the small chance Auggie popped his head in the room when looking for him, made Bailey dismiss the idea, the last thing he wanted was to give himself away because of the screens light. It was at that moment, Bailey proud of himself when he heard the door to the office open and a very familiar voice.

“Yes, Yeah… I did exactly what you said, those boxes and whatever was in them will not be seeing the light of day again. Yeah, I’m telling you, just like I did when you gave me the task, you put your trust in me and you will see dividends on that investment. I kept my end of the deal, everything will be smooth sailing with you and those politicians.” Brannon chuckled as he made his way into his office, closing the door behind him. Walking around his desk he pulled his chair out, sitting down while he listened to the man on the other side of the phone. It wasn’t till he sat down that he noticed the difference in his room, kneeling under his desk was a platinum blonde girl with alluring green eyes looking up at him. “Hey listen, you just follow through on your end, I get the promotion and you get oblivion for all the wrong doing you did once upon a time. You keep up your end and those docs wont ever come back to haunt you.”

Swallowing hard Bailey felt paralyzed, he was trapped where he knelt. The rolling executive chair blocked almost the entire breath of the desk’s opening and with Brannon in the chair, his legs now straddling him, Bailey didn’t have a path to freedom. Bailey had no idea who the old man was talking to or what about, but he was sure Brannon’s schedule said he would be out of office the entire day. “M… m.. Mr. Brannon.” Bailey squeaked out.

“No, I’m not threatening you.” George said, when he was very much trying to threaten the much more connected man. He didn’t even have a way to recover the documents he had moved to the to be shredded pile and he was already well aware that the lawyers had already been crawling down the throat of the young man who should have been watching those documents instead of fooling around with the little floozy who was now showing just how smart she was with who she hooked her wagon to. “Yeah I have to go, yeah, yeah. We can talk later.” Hanging up the phone George reached down between his legs to hold the pretty girl’s cheek in the palm of his hand as he stroked it with his thumb.

‘What is he like thinking?! Does he think I’m here to like spy on him? Peaches, I don’t have my phone recording.’ Bailey’s body stiffened when the thin long fingers touched his face. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster as his mind started to think he had been found out, that the man had cornered him on purpose, that Miss April had told him… ‘No, like shouldn’t, she wanted me to..’ Bailey’s frantic thoughts stilled as the man straddling him spoke.

“You know little Best, I was happy we were able to come to terms with one another and seeing how eager you are to make sure your mother is safe is really touching, but seeing you here now. Under my desk, waiting for me, to surprise me, to pleasure me. I can honestly say you have made this dreary Monday a fantastic start to the week. If you crawl under there to blow me a few more times I can promise your mother and you will have nothing to concern yourselves with. In fact, I could promote you from intern to my personal secretary. Wouldn’t you love that? You keep me happy, you get what you want and I get what I want and even… your mother could get what she wants. Not my job, but I could see promoting her under me, so long as you…” George moved his thumb to pull down the girl’s puffy bottom lip and press the finger forward into her waiting mouth. “Just keep doing what you wanted to do today.”

Not believing what he was hearing Bailey wasn’t sure what to do. ‘He thinks I want to give him a blow job!!! Sugar, sugar, SUGAR!’ What he had been saying, promises of protection and promotions left Bailey unsure, just very unsure of anything. That had been part of the goal, to protect Mommy. He wanted to be her hero, to save her and send Brannon packing, but his phone wasn’t on, not to record. Bailey could taste the man's finger as it touched his tongue briefly before sliding from his mouth. It was wrong, but in some ways this had been what Bailey had been planning, just wasn’t going to follow through. “I… I was supposed to like seduce you.” Bailey said with a whining tone to his voice.

“Yeah? I think you are doing a good job of that little Best.” With a large grin Geroge unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants so he could shimmy them a little lower. ‘My future is in place, and Amanda Best’s daughter is showing she knows her own place. George, you have done it, long years of saying yes Ma’am, I will get right on that Ms. Best and it has all paid off. Amanda had no chance without knowing how to play the game, kind of funny that as ditzy as her daughter is, she plays the game better.’

Bailey’s stocking covered knees pressed into the office’s carpet, he could feel the rough surface of it and the hard wood of the desk around him, the only escape was the man in front of him. ‘I could… I could…’ Thoughts of digging his nails into the now exposed male member popped in his head or biting it, but he knew that course of action would make life more difficult, not easier. “Sugar.” Bailey finally said in a small voice as he reached his hand up to grasp the semi-hard dick of the man that controlled the fate of his Mommy and himself.

“What was that honey?” George asked, wondering what sweet nothings or dirty talk was using. He always loved it when he rented a girl for a few hours for the girlfriend experience, them saying things to encourage him, like, cum for me baby or telling him how big his cock was. He wasn’t under any illusion that he was gifted in that department, but he wasn’t deficient either, it just made him feel good when a beautiful woman said such things.

With a shake of his head Bailey slid his uncalloused hand around the girth of the member in front of him. ‘You can do this Bailey, you can like do this. This isn’t your first and like the better you do the faster this will go.’ Bailey didn’t want to do a good job at sucking cock, the title of good cock sucker wasn’t something he ever considered to be spoken in the same sentence as his own name, but he had used it for some girls, like Candy the freckled redhead escort, she was a fantastic cock sucker. Mommy was okay, okay was still great, but she didn’t like doing it. Now here he was, his hand around a dick, it was about to go into his own mouth.

“Yeah you know what you are doing, don’t you little Best.” The green eyed beauty’s warm hands holding, rubbing on his dick felt so good to him, part of him wanted to just lean back, close his eyes and let the girl do her thing, but another part of him, a bigger part wanted to dominate her more. Licking his lips, he caused his dick to twitch as she rubbed her thumb just under the tip of his member. “Mmm” He groaned as his dick grew and stiffed more, his anticipation grew as she leaned her face closer to him, her pillowy red lips opening. George could see a slight quiver to the bottom lip, the girl seemed just as excited about what was going to happen as he was and that made this the perfect time to assert himself.

“Hey, hey, slow down there.” Brannon light took the girl’s face in his hands, his palms touched her cheeks, that had a sexy little blush to them, while his fingers touched her platinum hair. “You want this don’t you? Yeah, I can see how much you want this, you little slut. Tell me what it is you want, tell me what you want in your mouth.”

Hearing what the disgusting man had said Bailey’s eyes slid up from the man’s groin and to his face. ‘Say what I want? Peaches does he mean..?’ Not wanting to say anything close to what the pervert wanted to hear Bailey opened his mouth more, his tongue sticking out slightly. ‘If I just… if I just start he won't stop me.’

“So eager.” Brannon shook his head from side to side slowly, not letting go of the girl's face. “Come on girl, if you want your prize then you are going to need to tell me what is is you want, and beg me to allow you to suck me off like you want.”

A whimpering whine escaped Bailey’s lips at the horror of the situation, at what he was about to do and what he now had to say and yet the delusional man above Bailey only heard the girl whining in complaint that she wasn’t able to put the dick in her mouth like she wanted, where it belonged.

“I… I want to suck your cock, Mr. Brannon, can… can I please.” Bailey paused as he swallowed a build up of saliva in his mouth. ‘Suuugggar’ He mentally drew out the replacement curse word instead of fuuucckk. “Can I please give you a blow job?”

“Hmmm? I don’t know.” George said doing a poor job of pretending he was on the edge of deciding if this was even something he wanted. “If this is something you really want, like you desperately need this, I suppose you could. Though you would have to be a good girl and promise to swallow. Are you a good girl?”

“I am a good girl and proud.” Bailey said instantly, wincing slightly at the response that came to his lips without consideration.

“You know, I always had a thing for your mother. She is truly a good looking woman, you my dear are beautiful too, don’t get me wrong. I just always pictured her down on her knees like you are now. You can go ahead and blow me girl, but first, yeah, yeah. First I want you to tell me your name, and how much you want my dick, how superior I am to you and how you should have never tried to pretend otherwise.”

Nodding slowly Bailey looked at the creep with a look of pure confusion.

“The thing is, I don’t want you to use your name, use your mothers. While you suck me off I want to hear your bitch of a mother tell me what I am to her, what she knows deep down.” Having not let go of the girl, George looked hard into her pretty green eyes that she she had surrounded expertly with her makeup, her long eyelashes batting sexily in his direction. “You can do that for me? Can’t you little Best?”

‘Creep, creep, creep, creep!’ The word repeated in Bailey’s mind, even as his normal smile asserted itself on his face. “I’m like Amanda Best and I really, like really want your cock. I don’t know like how I thought I could ever be your boss when your… your like so superior to me. Can I give you a blow job now?” Bailey said, feeling his stomach churn.

“Yes Amanda, yes you may.” A satisfied sigh punctuated the sentence as he let go of the girl, allowing her to finally touch her tongue to his member. The teen didn’t sound like her mother, but feeling her take the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue rubbing underneath, while she applied suction was feeling amazing. Now leaning back in his chair Brannon closed his eyes, imagining his bitch of a boss saying exactly what he just heard from her daughter.

Holding the base of the cock Bailey had the tip of the fleshy thing in his mouth, rubbing his tongue along it as he turned his head to the side, slurping noises coming from his mouth as he sucked on it. ‘This is like the worst blow job I have ever done.’ The thought had come from what he had just said, but the thought itself made Bailey mentally reel. Closing his eyes Bailey continued to for a second before he stopped almost everything as he blew air out from his nose and took in a deep breath, or the best one he could do with a dick in his mouth.

Fully content with his cock in the warm, wet mouth of his intern and the pleasant imaginary thought of it bening the girl’s mother, George slowly opened his eyes and looked down when she stopped moving. Below him he saw one of the best sights he thought a man could ever see, a hot little piece of ass, her red lips parted, with a dick in her mouth and her eyes closed as she tried to savor the moment. “I know it taste good to a girl like you, but no need to savor it for too long girly. I know you will want another taste soon, so you can come back tomorrow, and the next day, everyday for your treat.”

With half lidded, him opening them just slightly, Bailey went back to work, a small shudder running through him as he heard George Brannon’s voice, let alone what he had said. ‘You can do this, just like imagine he is someone else and like… just do a good job, like, like, do what Candy did for you and this will be over.’ Bailey’s mental train of thought shifting gears, not liking where the first one was going as more than a few smiling faces of the men he had been with flitted through his mind. Auggie, Derrick, the lifeguard, Chuck, Auggie, Liam. Taking no time to consider why August came to mind twice, or the fact that both Derrick and Chuck had never done anything sexual with him, Bailey moved his head deeper down onto the hard cock in his mouth, before coming back up and down again, this time a little deeper. Doing his best to concentrate on his task a nagging feeling crept back into his thoughts. ‘Chuck? Derrick? I haven’t been like…’ He then remembered how Aunt Megan had made him jerk off and suck on his pink dildo while looking at pictures of his old best friend, her threats of making him do the same task with a picture of Derrick and how he had seen what Derrick Connors was working with when he had stumbled upon what went on in the master bedroom.

Sliding the man’s dick deeper and deeper into his open mouth with each bob of his head, Bailey could feel saliva sliding down from the corners of his mouth as he tried to get this task over with. ‘He is like fully hard, just keep going girl, we are getting closer.’ Bailey mentally encouraged himself, not picking up on the female pronoun. Needing a breath of air, a real one he pulled his head back, the dick practically popping free from his lips, a trail of saliva that Bailey thought might have a hint of precum in it trailed from his open mouth to the dick that had just been in it. Along with the trail between himself and the cock Bailey could see where his glossy red lipstick had made its mark, a darker ring just around the head and a lighter smear across the man’s shaft, almost going down to the base, like Bailey was marking his progress.

“Mmm, god you are a sexy little thing.” George said seeing the same sight Bailey had from a different angle, along with picking up on her ragged breathing. Making him wonder if she was lost in lust because of just him, or if she was also touching herself while she went down on him.

Ignoring him, or at least his words Bailey took one final deep breath, letting part of it out as he worked his jaw. It jaw wasn’t sore yet, but Bailey could feel the tension building up. With no time to recover, and not wanting this to drag out more the feminized man went back to his task. Wrapping both hands around Brannon’s dick Bailey gripped him not hard, but tightly as he twisted one hand to the left and then to the right, while the other went from the right to the left, both moving in a counter to one another. From experience he knew what this would do, and what it felt like and tried not to dwell on the fact that right now his own member had been locked away or how small and feminine his hands looked wrapped around the erect dick. Taking just the tip into his mouth Bailey began to suckle on it once more, rubbing his tongue along it like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted as he twisted his own head.

Moving each of his hands in opposite directions from one another, applying suction, moving his tongue, pivoting his head around was all Bailey could focus on, it wasn’t close to a perfect rhythm, it all being more than he could keep up. Hearing a groan of pleasure, followed by a second he tried to redouble his efforts as he tried to mimic what the professional had once done for him. Remembering how good it felt a spike of lust ran through Bailey, not at what he was doing, but at the memory. He tried to imagine it was him in the chair, it was his hand that was running through a girl's hair, it was her lips doing the work. Despite himself Bailey felt himself getting horny, but didn’t have the concentration to keep up the imaginary scene and keep up the task. It was then, fully engrossed in his task when Bailey felt the hand that had been in his own hair pushed him down deeper onto the cock in his mouth, practically impaling him on it. The move caused him to flail his arms in surprise and gave his mouth the extra freedom to slide down to the base of the cock. “Mmmmm!” Bailey protested as he was pushed back more into the small cubby under the desk, making it impossible to pull free from the dick as the back of his head pressed against the underside of the desk.

“Sorry to interrupt… what was that sound?” Bailey heard the feminine voice, it came as such a shock that someone else was in the room, someone he hadn’t noticed come in that Bailey’s eyes not only went wide, but it took him a few heartbeats of time to realize the voice belonged to Miss April.

With one hand holding his intern in place George picked up his phone while staring daggers at the dark haired woman that had just walked into his office, sure she knocked, but she hadn’t waited for him to invite her in. “Hey Johnny, yeah I’m going to have to call you back, someone needs me for something I hope is important.” Hanging up the phone he glared at the woman with contempt, not having to fake it like the phone call.

“Miss Gates… I was on speaker phone, having a phone call. Now that you are here, and have interrupted me, what can I do for you?”

To April she thought she had heard someone gagging and maybe some moaning and she wasn’t so sure the creep of a man wasn’t using the company computer to watch porn and made a mental note that she could try to talk to someone in IT or make an anonymous complaint to them about him doing so on company equipment. “Apologies Mr. Brannon, I was under the impression you would be out of the office all day and I was just looking around for Ms Best, Bailey that is.”

A sense of power ran through George, his dick was still in the warm and wet mouth of the little slut, while someone else was in his office, having no idea he was getting a blow job while they talked. “I hope your powers of observation has given you a conclusion to your question. If there is something else…” He tapped his free hand on his desk. “You can have a seat if you like.” Then with his other he patted the cheek of the girl under his desk, so she knew to continue her administration.

Pressing her lips into a line April took a half a step back, not wanting to spend any time alone with the man. “No, just looking for Bailey. You don’t happen to know where she is do you?”

“Hmmm.” He pretended to think, while again prodding the girl into action. “I’m sure she is around here somewhere, the girl really is a diligent worker. Anticipating my needs, and honestly Miss. Gates. I think you might be too hard on the girl.

Glancing around the room a second time, as if she could have missed the tarted up, dress wearing man, April shook her head. “Yes, well, while I doubt that it is good to hear. If you see her, please send her my way will you?”

With a wolfish grin on his face and fighting the urge to look directly into the girls alluring green eyes, Brannon again tapped his desk. “I can promise she will get the message.”

A few moments passed, Bailey could hear his own heartbeat in his ears and was doing his best to get enough oxygen and not noticeably gag, knowing that would alert Miss April to where he was and what he was doing. When he heard the office door close a bit of relief came through him not just at the fact that he had gotten out of that situation without getting caught, but also because he got room to breathe once more as the balding man slid his chair back enough that Bailey was able to un-impale himself from the cock.

“That could have been interesting.” George said, now looking at the blonde girl who was practically gasping for air. “Catch your breath sweetcheeks and get back to work. This time pick up the pace, we want to avoid another interruption and I have a schedule to keep.

Gasping for air Bailey felt as if he had to cough, and with the faint taste of cum in his mouth he was both sure that it was more precum going down his throat and that he hated the fact that he was familiar enough with the taste of cum.