Taking a well undesserved break

Ok, so far it was uneventful and not especially fun. Tom felt like his little session with Janeece had happened too soon after his threesome week-end with Sandy and Rosa, and now he was paying the price in stamina with compound interest. He did not regret it, what happened with the manager editor had been exquisite and hilarious, but he should take some time to rest now. If he wasn’t careful, he might end up with a heart attack just like Chuck. He also had spent so much time on the MP network playing with his coworkers’ minds, now he was kind of out of ideas and annoyed just thinking about it.

Tom was so bored, he even considered working at some point.

As soon as this unfathomable thought crossed his mind, he jumped to his feet. Or rather bounced up and sort of managed to keep his balance.

"Phew… I’m getting tired, I need a break." he announced to Sandy.

"Already?" she asked, a look of disappointment on her face.

Tom frowned. Maybe she was wondering how he could get tired of delegating all his work to her? But she was supposed not to pay attention to it. Maybe the effect of this command was wearing off?

Well, he would have to check this with her subconscious later. More and more it felt like the default move when he needed to ask anything from somebody.

"I’ll be right back," the editor assured her with a smile. "I just need to go get a coffee."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, lightening up again. "A black coffee?" she asked with a knowing smile.

He was about to grab the door handle, but he froze. Was she the same shy and inexperienced girl he had taken advantage of a few weeks ago? And here she was, making very lewd innuendos about him fucking one of their coworkers?

He quite liked that.

"Actually, I don’t think it would be wise." he had to admit. "My body wouldn’t like it if I went for something too strong right now."

"Oh…" She seemed disappointed.

"I like the spirit, though. But maybe I should try something else next time, for a change. I heard you could find a fine Irish coffee around here, maybe you could investigate and tell me about it?"

She frowned, then giggled when she understood who he was talking about. "Oh, I see! Is it really Irish?"

Tom shrugged. "Who cares? It’s the branding that counts."

"Hmm… You’re right. Do you need me to go check on it now?" she asked enthusiastically.

"No, no. It can wait for your lunch break." He was about to leave, but he stopped in the entrance. "By the way, just because I start enjoying more varieties of coffees doesn’t mean I won’t have time for some cherry flavored Chinese tea every once in a while, outside working hours.

To this, she beamed and blushed.

As soon as he was in the hallway, the old man took his phone out and sent Sandy a text message.

• You seemed frustrated when I said I was going for a pause, why?
• Because you didn’t look at my surprise in the drawer.

Oh, right, that! He had asked her to give him her panties just the day before, but he had already forgotten this morning. He should check on it when he would come back.

As he was drawing near the break room, he started hearing chattering voices. He recognised Janeece’s laugh from a distance.

Perfect. Even though he was in no condition to fuck her, he was in the perfect mood to mess with her.

"Hello!" he exclaimed jovially, entering the place and walking directly toward the coffee machine. "We’re all slacking off, I see!"

Everyone went dead silent and looked at him with hostility. A great start.

Humming a stupid song, he served himself a hot beverage while taking a note of who was present. In addition to his manager, there was Brandon and Luisa staring daggers at him. Interestingly, the black woman was sitting closer to her female coworker rather than her fuckboy. He also noticed that the graphic designer was holding her wrist and caressing the back of her hand with her thumb, which seemed to have a calming effect.

While savoring his coffee, Tom went to the conversation he had with the two women on Slack.

• You should talk about how you spent yesterday evening.

"Last night was great!" Luisa suddenly declared as if she wanted to lighten the mood. "I haven’t had so much fun in a long time."

"Oh…? What happened?" Brandon asked, surprised by this sudden shifting.

Janeece smiled at him, but her eyes went back to the Italian-American woman before she answered for her. "We’ve been to the bar together. And we’ve had a little party."

"I see." The guy seemed moderately intrigued, but he quickly buzzed off when they started talking karaoke. A girl’s night out was not something especially uncommon, after all, and both of them were still young.

The fifty years old grinned and opened a conversation with the younger guy while the two women started chatting about the other night.

• Have you seen Janeece or Luisa’s new phone wallpaper?
• No.
• How would you feel if Janeece was seeing someone else? Romantically or sexually?
• I would probably hate the guy either way. She’s great and I love being with her. The sex is amazing, but I’m also developping feelings for her though I’m not ready to tell her.

Tom chuckled to himself. It was going to be fun.

• What do you think happened between Luisa and Janeece yesterday?
• They drank a little bit and sang cheesy songs together. I don’t have any reasons not to trust their word.
• What do you think about Luisa?
• She’s hot as fuck and a little bit slutty. If I didn’t start having sex with Janeece first, I would probably have approached her, but I don’t think I could see us in a more serious commitment.
• She’s a bad influence on Janeece.
• She is?
• They’ve started hanging out in bars. Luisa is a super slut, so she probably introduced her to some shady place where they can meet guys and get fucked in a dark alley or end up gang **** in a cave.
• That’s right.

Brandon’s attitude had completely changed in an instant. He had gone from barely paying attention to looking suspiciously at the sexy brunette.

The two women were still bantering with each other. "What do you think about going out again this evening?" Luisa asked in an inviting tone.

"Do you have a place in mind?" The manager got closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, her smile suggesting that she had already agreed.

"Can I come too?" their male colleague inquired abruptly.

Janeece turned toward him with an annoyed look on her face. Tom could swear he even briefly saw a spark of hostility and contempt flash in Luisa’s eyes, before she regained her composure.

"I don’t think you would have fun." the black woman objected. "It’s gonna be mostly girl stuff, and you’re such a manly dude I doubt you would enjoy it." She smirked and her new best friend giggled.

• Don’t press on, they won’t let you in. You need to find some proofs of what they’ve been doing.
• What kind of proofs?
• You should look at their phones. There’s probably something in them.
• I don’t think I should do that. It’s a violation of privacy.
• Janeece may be in danger if you don’t have the information to protect her. Luisa can’t be trusted, yet she seems infatuated with her.
• That’s true, something bad could happen to her if she keeps hanging out with this bitch.

The two women were talking with each other again and now completely ignoring the two guys. Tom smirked, as he spotted Brandon sneakily rummaging through his fling’s purse. After finding what he was looking for, he turned it on.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he suddenly exclaimed, rising up.

Janeece and Luisa turned toward him, a confused look on their faces.

"Care to explain?" he asked, showing them the phone’s screen. On which all could see the two women playing with each other’s tongue, their naked chests pressed against each other’s.

The manager’s eyes widened and she instantly snatched the phone from his paw. "That’s none of your business, you asshole!" she yelled. "We’re just good friends!"

She grabbed her good friend by the wrist and stormed off, leaving Brandon alone with Tom. "Well, could have gone worse I guess." the older guy teased him, unable to hide a malicious smile behind his cup of coffee.

The younger editor grunted, then looked at him with disdain. "You know everyone hates you, right?" he asked with a pathetic anger in his voice.

His elder looked at him in silence for a few seconds, before replying. "Of course I know. What I’m lacking is fucks to give, not self awareness." He took a sip of his coffee, which Brandon took as an opportunity to leave without saying goodbye.

Now alone in the break room, Tom went back to the app and open a discussion with Janeece and Brandon.

• You should try to reconcile through a good fucking session during lunch break.