Go to work on Jenna

Quirky

“Mo, I think something might be really, really wrong with me.”

Mo, as usual, is taking in your venting in his sleep, though he’s his usual patient self with the disruptions. “Like, for a while, I thought Monarch was up to something, but now I don’t even know. Like, either everyone is in on it, or I’m losing my goddamn mind. It’s hard to imagine it’s the first one. A conspiracy like that… hard to keep those kinds of secrets, no matter how screwed up all their security on 7 may be.”

Your dog’s eye slides open, but only to confirm he is well and truly asleep. Little dream noises emit faintly from his throat, and his tongue works his way out between his teeth. “Which means I’m going insane. I guess, all things considered, it’s the best kind of insanity you can get, thinking you’re having all this crazy sex with all these unreal women. But it can’t be. I mean, Amy and I on the dance floor at that club. Half my department watching me set up an orgy in my back yard. There’s a room in my office that’s like a seedy hotel, right down to the takeout menu, and my secretary delivers.”

You flop down in bed. “I don’t know what to make of it, buddy. Or what to do. I guess the only thing crazier would be to walk away from it, right? Say I am nuts. What are they gonna do, help me snap out of it so I can stop banging random supermodels? Nothing else to do. Only an idiot would turn all this down, even if it’s some deranged hallucination. But god, every single day, it gets more and more insane.”

Mo conveys his empathy with companionable silence, snoring notwithstanding. “Monarch’s definitely up to something. That’s been clear for a while. But all the clues, they don’t seem to add up to anything. The beautiful women. Beautiful men, too, though I guess I haven’t felt like daydreaming one of those into my bed yet. Every one of them ready to drop their panties at a suggestive glance.

“A psycho parking attendant with an obsessive crush. A horny, somehow very single junior VP – one who looked totally different from one day to the next. Somehow I feel like she’s not the only one, but there’s so many of them I can’t even remember who’s what any more. An airhead sexaholic CEO grooming me to follow in his sexaholic footsteps.” You don’t call yourself an airhead, but the way you’ve been letting your dick do all your thinking lately, maybe you should.

“Sudden promotions. Weird-ass job titles. Hidden cameras watching your fucking. A secret floor. Spontaneous tattoos and even more spontaneous re-namings. King’s assistant always poking her nose in, keeping her eyes on you. Using smart-home-inspired tech to ‘make a better person,’ whatever the hell that means. Commodity status – but only so much of it.” That woman Lorelei shot you down cold, but only her, which could mean nothing or anything. “That meeting with Dr. Woods, her evasions, those weird… flickers, like something… Like there’s something realer than what I was seeing, but I can’t see through all this…” You sigh; Mo follows on your heels.

“I don’t know, buddy. I just don’t know what it all means. If it means anything. If this isn’t all some brain tumor or something giving me a fond send-off.” You bend down and smooch his forehead. His eyes slide open, his tail thumps twice, and he’s asleep again. “I guess there’s nothing to do but go back in tomorrow, and see what I dream up next.”

“Good morning, sir.”

“Blow me.”

“I thought you’d never ask, sir.”

Your secretary was waiting for you in the new section of your office. In nothing but some kind of slutty underwear. Of course. Masturbating while she watches the door for your arrival. Of course. You suppose you could do some foreplay, chat her up, send her for reinforcements, but why? They’ll be there later. Jenna and her hot, horny mouth are here right now. So you whip out your cock, grab her hair, and help stab your erection between her lips. She doesn’t resist. Far from it, she anticipates every bit of it, and purrs in appreciation.

When she’s done blowing you, you throw her onto the bed and fuck her. You tear her filmy lingerie off of her, but at some point when your back is turned she’s found something else to titillate you. Why not? No sense telling her to stay naked when undressing her is so much fun. You employ a variety of different positions. She doesn’t need further instructions. When you pick her up and grab her and pose her how you want her cunt lined up, she holds it until you’re ready for the next. You ought to be tired, but you aren’t. You ought to know why, but you don’t. You ought to be doing your job, but you can’t.

Phil seems like he’s handling things nicely. Maybe you can send Giada in to suck him off later. An attaboy for him basically running the department while you’re busy dumping pint after pint of cum into your secretary. He deserves as much.

Jenna is plainly having the best morning of her life. She comes when you come, always, not before and not after. When you blow a load in her immaculately made-up face, she falls to the floor moaning. When you fill her pussy with enough spunk to burst the Hoover Dam, she throws her head back and howls. When you paint her tits just to watch it dry, they tremble along with the rest of her in ecstasy to have meted out satisfaction to her boss. She’s a fucking slut, a needy attention whore, but it seems to suit her just fine.

That’s your morning. Fucking Jenna, ordering Giada to service Phil when he’s out of what ought to be your 11:00 meeting with the head of IT, and wondering if your head is on straight. Just to make sure you’re not missing anything, you call over to the IT department to check if you missed anything.

The warm voice of the secretary greets you. “Mr. Bugin is occupied at the moment, but if you’d like to get caught up, I can send over the… let’s see… right, the Sub-Director of IT Innovation and Execution, Selena Sandel. She’s been dying to meet you.” There’s a little giggle at one of those jokes you never seem to get.

“It’s fine. I’ll get caught up on my end.”

“If you say so, Wendell.”

“It’s Will.”

“Right. Have a nice day!”

That’s that. Another potential booty call with some busty slut who is for some reason entrusted to work at a major corporation. Who for some reason didn’t pursue a career in face or underwear modeling, to become a prospect for getting fucked by the likes of you and Nolan King. You shake your head. It makes no more sense than yesterday.

“Is something bothering you, Mr. Saxon? You don’t seem like you’re enjoying yourself today.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows for a better view of where, at the foot of the bed, your secretary is doling out a leisurely tit-fuck with all the casualness as if it were the main part of her job description. There’s a look about her, something that highlights what is so often quietly missing from her otherwise daunting presentation. Contentment.

“What do you even get out of this, Jenna?”

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t blink. “Sex? It’s mutual, isn’t it?”

“No, I mean… all of this. Being hired to be my company-issued fuck toy or whatever. You could go anywhere, have any guy you wanted. Why here? Why me?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“But I asked you first.”

Your secretary pauses to twist her nipples – though you get the sense that it’s more for your viewing pleasure than to stimulate herself – before replying. “I want your attention. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I wanted you to notice me. To want me. To pick me out of all the other women you could have.”

“And that doesn’t sound fucking crazy to you?”

She freezes, your cock sandwiched between two shapely tits. When she speaks, it is with icy calm and blazing intensity all at once. “I’ve been crazy before. Crazy is not being able to fulfill your purpose. Crazy is empty, and terrifying, and alone.” There’s something in her eyes right then, something hauntingly familiar, jarring. She almost reminds you of that woman, Brooklyn Diamond. Obsessed, disturbed. Strange that you haven’t thought of that whole bizarre incident in weeks. You can barely even picture her any more, but that name… that’s hard to forget. You try to remember seeing her on 7 that night – but that wasn’t her, that was…

Crazy.

Then she spits on your dick to give it fresh lubrication and goes right back to it. Contentment returns. “Next to that, this is… quirky.”

You let her finish. You come on her face, just because. Jenna smiles and thanks you, asks what else she can do for you.

“Nothing for now. I think I’m going home early today. I’m feeling…” You shake your head. Horny, still. Horny always. But for once other feelings loom as well.

Jenna looks concerned. “You’re sure? Want me to come with you? I’d hate for you to need someone and not be on hand to take care of you, sir.”

There's a part of you that feels like you ought to keep going, that the job isn’t done – except the job has nothing to do with your actual job, which you haven’t done in… What have you done? “No. I mean… no. But be on call, OK? In case. And tell the others they’re on call, too. I know they know where to find me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And tell Giada to blow Phil.”

She smiles at her generous boss. “Yes, sir.”

You’re back in your normal office, the one with the desk you don’t use and the computer you haven’t logged into in almost a week, when you remember you’re still naked. Jenna pauses in the middle of sponging your cum off herself to help you find your clothes and get dressed. You pause to inspect yourself in the mirror, dimly surprised to find you look pretty well put together in spite of how you’ve spent your day. When you turn around, Jenna is on all fours on the bed, her ass undulating invitingly.

With a sigh, you pause, drop your pants to your ankles, and give her one more dicking for the road. You slap her ass bright red for no particular reason, and she comes even harder than she has any of the other dozen or so times thus far today. She’s collapsed face down in the mattress, ass up in the air, your cum dribbling out of her, giggling to herself about nothing in particular, as you pull your pants up and set out.

From down the block, you see there’s a car in your driveway as you pull up, one you don’t recognize. Local plates. Expensive. You slow down, unsure what to make of this, and as you near the house, the front door opens. Stepping out of your house is none other than Denosha Woods, the so-called doctor you met on 7 last week. Mo is at her heels, wagging mildly.

She hasn’t seen you yet, and if you turn rather than head straight home, that will remain true. But do you let her slink away?

Decision time! Voting is open to all $1+ patrons at my patreon.

“Jenna” modeled by Nata Lee. https://www.instagram.com/natalee.007/

There are two choices this week. Vote at least once for each! I’ll combine options if they seem like they fit together and the votes are close. Your options:

What to do about Denosha Woods:

• Confront her here and now. Demand to know what she was doing in your house.
• Try to sneak into her office tonight after hours and see what you can learn.
• Inspect the house after she’s gone to look for clues.
• Let it slide. She must have had her reasons. [This choice automatically receives 20 votes.]

What to do with the rest of your evening:

• Swing by Avery’s house and surprise her.
• Stop by the office and find wherever Ingrid’s working tonight.
• Head over to Amy’s apartment and see if she has her playlist reconfigured.
• Tell Jenna she’s pulling some overtime tonight.
• See if your secretary can’t track down Summer’s contact info.
• Instruct Giada to pop a breath mint and stop over.
• Invite Missy’s sister Crissy over.
• Invite Crissy’s sister Missy over.
• Give Mia a shot to ingratiate herself a little further.
• Stop by a bar, find yourself a non-Monarch woman for once.
• Hang out with Mo. Make sure he’s feeling OK after Dr. Woods’ intrusion.