Chapter 75 – Dealing with Art

Having Trixie thinking that me blowing her boyfriend is not only good but serendipitous for all three of us is bad. It’s not win win win, it’s bad bad bad. Darnell is of course going to seek out my oral attentions. Bad. Trixie is going to try and set me up with Darnell for said oral attentions. Bad. And I’m stuck in the middle giving more blow jobs that I’ve received. Not wanting these thoughts to continue one moment longer than they need to I pat Trixie’s hand look toward her, “Look, we should really talk about this. I mean…”

Trixie cuts me off with a curt “Shh.” Following her gaze I see Mal and Art are coming out of his office. Hoping I can talk to Trixie tonight after work, before Darnell gets any more ideas of quickies in the copy room, I give her a side hug goodbye and head to my desk. I’m able to **** a smile on as I get to my desk and look at my boss and his client, waiting to see if they need anything. The fact that they’re laughing is good and I hope that Art doesn’t notice my jiggling boobs. Mal, of course, will notice it as he’s probably looking for it. Looking for how I’m not a puddle of moans and moisture.

When Art and Mal finally stop laughing at their joke, Art turns and looks me up and down. I can certainly see that I arouse him, like I do all men, but I also see that he’s more than just horny looking at me. He’s… interested. After his long look, I’m a little taken aback when he turns to Mal and asks, “Hey, before I ask, I should make sure this is okay with you. It wouldn’t do to have my money man get pissed at me, right? Anyway, uh, do you mind if I take Paris out? You know, um, on a date?”

I have several feelings and thoughts rush through me at the same time. I’m worried because Art’s asking in an area where I won’t be able to just brush him off, politely or otherwise. If Mal gives his consent and Art asks me out here, I’m supposed to act like a bimbo secretary that would just giggle and agree. I’m more than a little angry at the fact that Art, a billionaire, still feels it necessary to ask my boss if he can take me out. Is he looking at Mal like he’s my father figure? And I’d be lying if I didn’t feel a little thrill run through me at the thought of an honest to God billionaire taking me out. Mal and his millions seem to be able to impress me easily. What can someone with thousands of times that money do? Lastly, a worry hits the pit of my stomach, probably brought on by my recent escapade with Darnell… what exactly would Art expect from me on a date? I doubt that a handshake is going to be enough to make him happy.

While Art waits for Mal’s answer, he turns to me and gives me that honest happy goofy grin. Like most men, Art’s eyes dip down to my breasts. Unlike most men, he doesn’t stare and after a quick peek returns his gaze to my eyes. Keeping up the role Mal assigned me long ago, I cover up my mouth and give a happy giggle. As if in appreciation of Art’s glance.

Mal’s hands suddenly on my shoulders surprise me and makes me jerk. Reflex alone keeps the smile on my face. As Mal starts speaking his hands start working their way over my shoulders and up my neck in a very possessive nature, “Well, I appreciate you asking Art, but Paris is her own girl. She decides who she dates. While I don’t share my wife, I don’t mind sharing my girls especially with such a special client as yourself.”

As Mal’s fingers extend along my jaw line, I feel torn between enjoying hearing what Mal is saying and being upset at what he’s implying. I’m my own girl. I can decide! At the same time, he talks about me like property, like I’m something of his to share on the playground.

Using his fingers under my jaw Mal slowly tips my head back until I’m looking right up at him, “But are you sure you want to go out with Paris? She’s quite the girl and VERY experienced. I’d be happy to set you up with a girl that’s more your speed.”

When Mal looks down at me and gives me a grin and a wink, I know that he’s setting Art up. Setting him up to want me even more. No matter how geeky or nerdy Art may be, he’s not going to accept some girl that Mal thinks is ‘less’. Fucker!

Art’s response could have been pre-written by Mal, “Oh, I’m sure Mal. I’m not the naïve boy that you first met. In fact, Paris?”

Mal’s hands move from my jaw, back down my neck, and start massaging my shoulders again, allowing me to tilt my head back and look at Art. I can see that he’s clearly blushing and pushing his own bravado as he continues, “Paris, would you like to go out with me? I... uh... I’m not sure where I’d take you, but it’d be someplace nice. And expensive. Umm, unless you don’t like expensive, then it’d be… well, it’d still be nice…”

I immediately feel for Art. I haven’t been that tongue tied about a girl since high school myself, but I remember the feeling. Where I was planning on being ambiguous toward the request, trying to give myself wiggle room to get out of a date with him, I instead decide to help him out. It’s not pity exactly, but it’s close. Like petting a stray dog. Leaning forward I put on a genuine caring smile and say in a soft voice, “Art that’s very sweet of you. I’d, YiieeeEE!”

Even while still slowly jiggling my breasts I feel the damned stimulators go off, pushing an unexpected squeal out of me. The buzzing doesn’t last but it still takes me a moment to adjust and catch up on what Art is saying, “…you’re right, I’ll take her there. So, I’ll pick you up tonight when you’re finished with work. I’m so happy you said yes Paris!”

And before I can fully process it, Art spins around and starts striding away. He… DAMN IT! Mal pats my shoulders with his voice floating down from above, “That was sweet of you. I think you’ll like the party. I got the tickets but couldn’t use them. Art was going to go stag but this will be better. Just be nice with him. Not to contradict what a client says, but you can clearly see how naïve he is.”

Realization slowly comes to me as Mal talks, his fingers performing some kind of magical massage on my shoulders. His fingers that didn’t leave my shoulders. Not even when I jerked. Not even when the stimulators went off. Not even when the remote must have been pressed, requiring one of those hands. With perfect timing to confirm my line of thinking Art returns to my desk, a playful grin on his face as brings the remote to my nipple stimulators out of his pocket, “Sorry Mal I forgot I had this in my pocket. Remember, you promised you’d show me what it does later.”

I could almost believe that what was going on during Art and Mal’s meeting was just him accidentally playing with the remote in his pocket if it weren’t for him looking me dead in the eye as he pressed one of the buttons and sent the stimulators to full power before setting the remote down. His widening grin was just further proof that he knew exactly what he’d been doing. That he wasn’t as innocent as Mal seemed to think he was.

I bite at my lower lip as my breasts continued sending bolts of pleasure all throughout my body until Art was on the elevator. Only when I knew he wouldn’t be looking or be coming immediately back do I lurch forward to get the remote. It takes me all of five seconds to figure out how to turn the stimulators off but that was still five seconds of having Mal just watching me, clearly enjoying the show.

Once they stopped, I relax back in my chair and take a deep breath, ghosts of the pleasure still working around my body. It doesn’t take me long to compose myself, especially as Mal hasn’t returned to his office meaning he’s waiting for me. Turning my chair so that I’m facing him I look up and ask, “Mal, did you know that he had that…”

Mal’s answer was curt and let me know the subject was already closed. “Of course I knew. I gave it to him. Come into the office, we don’t have much time.”

Standing up I follow Mal into his office and check the clock. I guess giving Darnell his blowjob took longer than I suspected as it was almost three o’clock and Mal still didn’t know what his appointment was for. And Mal hates walking into a meeting without knowing everything possible. Once again, I push the things that I want to discuss with Mal… the date with Art, the remote to the stimulators, the stimulators themselves… aside and start prepping him on the upcoming meeting. I don’t know much more than it’s a meeting at three o’clock in the upstairs conference room and has been called by Mr. Zeller himself, but I relay everything Mr. Zeller’s secretary shared with me. When I finish with that, I keep talking as I mentally go back through Mal’s recent phone calls, emails, appointments, and projects.

If it’s important enough for Mr. Zeller to call Mal up to his floor, it must be very important and worth a lot of money. That means it’s either the McGregor deal, the savings and loan acquisition that Mal just started with, the Ukranian shipping deal, or the paper corp. As there hadn’t been anything new with the McGregor deal, that left it out. With a satisfied nod to myself I start talking to Mal as I walk around and gather up what he needs.

“It has to be about the savings and loan. Zeller already sent you the congratulations and bonus for that Ukrainian shipping corporation deal. I also heard Jennifer talking about her boss, and evidently, they’re not ready to move on the Mifflin Dunder Paper Corporation. That leaves Prosperity Savings and Loan in Missouri.”

When I finally step in front of Mal I have four binders, three extra folders, and a thumb drive with all the relevant data already programed on it. Where I have to use both arms and hold everything against my breasts to keep them from falling, Mal grabs it all and easily balances it until he can put it into his larger briefcase. As he adds his laptop he says absentmindedly, “Who’s my sexy girl with the big brain?!”

Even when it’s as backhanded and condescending as this one, it’s still rare to get any kind of compliment from Mal. He’s just not wired that way. I, as well as most everyone in the office, assumed it was because he was an asshole. But I’ve slowly learned that Mal simply has very high expectations. Even for me. When those around him meet expectations, they don’t deserve a special compliment or pat on the back. It’s only when they’ve gone above and beyond that Mal dishes out praise. And that makes his praise, even insulting praise, feel good. It doesn’t matter at all that I’m being praised for being a good secretary, a job that I loath and am being blackmailed into doing. It doesn’t matter. Mal’s praise makes me feel good and I can’t stop myself from grinning.

Turning toward the door Mal takes a step before turning and addressing me face to face, “Look, have fun with Art. He’s really nothing more than a puppy. I wouldn’t send you out with a wolf. But don’t overdo it. Don’t make him feel like a small person. Defer to him, laugh at his jokes… basically play the same part you do here. He wants to be out on the town and seen with a sexy girl like you. I doubt he has plans beyond being seen. If he does, just give him a hand job. It’s very VERY important that we keep Art happy.”

Mal turns and starts heading for the door again, leaving me to play catch up before I can ask, “Wait, okay, I can do that, but why is it so important?”

Mal doesn’t even slow down as he walks out of his office and past my desk, answering me over his shoulder in a way that clearly says we’re not going to discuss anything further right now, “I don’t have time for this. I’ll clue you in once I get back from this meeting.”

I let out a little frustrated huff before taking my seat. It takes me a good five minutes to re-center myself and then a half hour to catch up on my job. Once all the emails, phone calls, and such are organized and ready to go I lock my computer and stand up, planning on heading to the restroom where I can freshen up, re-do my makeup, gargle some mouthwash, and get these damned stimulators off. Sadly, I don’t get two steps away before Clair’s replacement comes over to my desk.

I recognize her from the secretarial pool but can’t recall her name. She then proves why she hasn’t received a permanent assignment when she doesn’t introduce herself and instead starts asking me about the copy and fax machines. I take pity on her and walk her over to the copy room, showing her how she can program the machine to collate, staple, and add a cover sheet to her copies. I also take the time to show her how to use the fax machine. That one makes sense that she wouldn’t know how to operate as even I had to be given directions step by step as we’re one of the only departments that deal with a fax machine. Something about legal documents.

After my karma increasing moment, I say goodbye and start heading toward the bathroom. Once I’m in sight though I curse myself and turn around. I left my purse at my desk. I can either go to the bathroom and take the stimulators off, but not be able to do anything else on my list of ‘must dos’, or I can go back to my desk, get my purse, and go upstairs to the executive rest room where I’d be guaranteed privacy and get it all done in one attempt.

As much as I want the stimulators off, I decide a single trip and the privacy afforded by the executive room is worth waiting just a bit.

Once I have my purse I dip into the stairwell just to avoid the look everyone gets when the elevator doors slide open. When I quietly walk down the hall and see the executive rest room I freeze in my tracks. Standing right next to the rest room is Darnell. He has his jacket off, his sleeves rolled up, and is leaning back against the wall comfortably chatting with a manager from another department.