That girl is the worst...

I awaken reaching for Brooke, all my hand finds is a cold bed. A pang of fear and guilt rips through my heart as I remember. Was that really me last night? Did I really agree to this? How could I do something so horrible? What is wrong with me?

I shake my head trying to clear my mind. Stop this Dean, don't overthink it, everything is in Brooke's hands now. Trust the woman of your dreams to know what's best for you. You can always trust her... you know that for a fact.

I continue to stare at her side of the bed for a minute or two though. Is this how it will be every morning? Waking up alone... Waking up afraid of what's next?... Bleh alright Dean just get ready for work, you can think about this later.

As I get out of bed I see the door to our bathroom is closed and the light is on. Oh is she just showering or something? I would love to do that with her but as I jiggle the handle I feel its locked. Huh we never lock this door, we're comfortable with each other in all things. I feel a bead of sweat roll down my face as I push my ear to the door.

At first I don't think I can hear anything, then I notice a faint buzzing noise. Probably her electric toothbrush? Then I hear it, a noise I've heard her make before.

*Gleck!*

She gags hard, I hear her cough for a second before spitting, then a moment of silence followed by another gag, then another. What the hell is going on here? Is Richard gagging my girlfriend with his cock while I sleep only a few feet away? The thought of it infuriates me.

I take my ear off the door, I grip my fists tight as silently creep out of our room and down the hall. Like always Richards door is cracked. I peek in and see him sprawled out on his bed, snoring loudly. The relief I feel is palpable, my whole body relaxes. As I walk back to my room I contemplate what could be happening in there. Then it hits me, what Brooke said yesterday! She said she would need to practice on a dildo to handle his "monster"... Damn!

I can't believe she was actually serious about that. I know he is a little bigger, but is it really that much bigger? Fuck... Why did I agree to any of this, I'm such an idiot. Instead of cuddling me and kissing me awake my girlfriend is gagging and **** on a fake cock to prepare herself for something bigger.

I take a deep breath as I knock on the bathroom door. I here the buzzing noise stop, Brooke takes a beat before responding.

"Yes honey?"

"Umm... I need to shower..."

"Sorry honey I'm gonna be quite awhile, can't you just use the other bathroom?"

"I guess..."

I scoff to myself, seriously Brooke? Only Richard uses that hall bathroom and it's disgusting because of it. Fuck it I'll just run a comb through my hair and get dressed, I smell fine. I get ready in record time, while doing so I hear Brooke gag multiple times making me flinch each time.

"Ok I'm off!... I love you!" I yell at the door.

"Love you to honey have a good day!" Before I can even leave the room I hear her gag again. Fuck.

As I hop into my car I can't help but feel angry. I'm ending it tonight, that's it. I'm ending it before Brooke is **** to **** on his cock for real. The thought of ending it brings a calm to my roiling emotions. Just get through this day man, just coast through it and get home.

The hours pass slowly as I pretend to work. Most of my time is just spent staring vacantly at my email inbox. It's not that I'm avoiding work Its just a slow time of year and the boss is out of town so not alot is happening. I spend most of my time thinking of Brooke, the feeling of her holding me, the tingle I got as she whispered in my ear. I picture her next to Richard’s cock, orgasming, thinking its me. I wonder if that really happened?

*Bam!*

I look up and see Cassie has waltzed in and slammed my door. Of course like always she is dressed inappropriately for the office. She has a tight baby blue top with a neckline that plunges far too low, black yoga pants that you can nearly see through, and little baby blue flats instead of real shoes. Her long blonde hair is in two braids making her look even younger than she is, her blue eyes are absolutely beaming.

I'm perplexed as she walks over to the corner of my office near the door. She doesn't say a thing, she just starts looking around like she is studying it. I take a deep labored breath before I engage her.

"What are you doing?"

She giggles "Oh just trying to remember details of your office so my story is more believable."

Ugh what game is she playing now, I don't wanna deal with this.

"Look little girl I don't have time for whatever this is... Get to the point."

When I say little girl I see her face twitch, even though she plays into the little girl angle it clearly bothers her.

"You were mean and disrespectful yesterday Dean and I won't have it... When my Daddy gets back tomorrow evening I'm gonna tell him you pushed me into this corner and started groping me, I begged you to stop but you wouldn't, so I gave you a strong punch to the stomach and ran away crying."

My face darkens...

"That's not funny Cassie... Not one bit."

She giggles but has mean eyes "It's not a joke DEAN... not one bit! Tomorrow is your last day at this company!"

She has to be bluffing, nobody is this petty or spiteful... Or hell this insensitive!

"That kind of thing happens to woman everyday Cassie... To say these things is abhorrent."

She puts her hand on her hip "Whatever! I'm telling him it happened and he'll believe me... And what do I care that it actually happens? Like Daddy always says your either a predator or prey, it's not my fault those girls chose to be prey."

I feel truly revolted by her words.

"You don't understand the weight of what you're saying Cassie... Apologize... Now."

She looks taken off guard "What? You should be the one apologizing and groveling at my feet for your job! Actually that's perfect, If you crawl over here and beg good enough maybe I'll reconsider doing this."

I keep my cool cold demeanor like yesterday. Brooke said I should try being a character, well this character refuses to give in to some brat.

I keep face as stone cold as my voice "Apologize."

She shakes her head "NO! You’re an asshole and you deserve this... That's it! I'm doing it! Have fun looking for work DEAN!"

She takes a bottle of eye drops out of her pocket and squeezes it into her eyes. It runs down her face like tears. She sticks her tongue out at me and flings open the door. She leaves her little mail cart behind and jogs to the elevator while pretending to cry. As I hear the elevator doors close I close my own eyes and put my face in my hands. What the hell... How did I end up with a 20 year old nemesis?

My coworker Jeff pops his head through my doorway "Sheesh what's her deal?"

I take a deep breath "Ah you know how she is, she probably didn't get a pony or something, I just wish she would have given me my mail first."

Jeff laughs "Yeah that girl is the worst..."

You have no idea Jeff. After he leaves I close the door to my office. I stand there a moment as the events that just occurred wash over me. I feel a definite feeling of panic but I'll be damned if I'm gonna beg that girl for anything. Hell if I need to find a new job because of this I'm fine with that.

I absolutely refuse to let her win. I have to find something against her, something bad. I'm sure she is skimming money or something stupid. I'll wait till everyone leaves and snoop around on her computer to get what I need.

The next few hours are tense as I Google her and check her social media accounts. Nothing interesting comes up other than the fact that she is absurdly vain. She has countless selfie's, pictures of trips, pictures at the gym, even pictures laying in bed.... literally thousands upon thousands of post's just in the past year or two. I mean we all have a social media presence, but come on there has to be a limit.

Five o'clock finally rolls around and everyone leaves for the day. What's the point of working overtime when the boss is out of town? I poke my head out of my office and see that everyone is gone for sure. I walk down the hall and past some cubicles and arrive at Cassie's little office. Of course it's messy, papers and packages are strewn about. I sit down at her computer and shake the mouse. Damn it does need a password, I assumed Cassie would be to lazy for such things.

I get out my phone and pull up our IT guy John's number. I've never been super great with computers so I've had to call him quite alot. He is a pretty good dude, we've even gotten beers after work a few times. I take a deep breath as I push the button, It rings...

"Yo Dean what's up man?"

"Oh the same old shit... Hey man I need a favor."

"Shoot."

"I have a some important documents to send to a client, it's extremely time sensitive, but like always Cassie didn't do her job and left early. Is there anyway you could unlock her computer? I can't print all of the postage and stuff without her here."

He chuckles "Of course man that girl is the worst... Gimme a sec I can access the database from my home computer."

"Thanks man you’re a life saver."

I hear him plop down and start clacking on a keyboard.

He laughs again "Alright the password is PinkKitty69!... So typical... Anyway good luck man!"

"Hell yeah thanks, see ya tomorrow."

I hang up the phone with exuberant glee. Damn I appreciate that, hopefully I can find something interesting here. I put the code in and begin my search. After about 15 minutes I've found nothing interesting, it's seems she barely uses this computer, I should have expected as much she rarely works in general. After searching some more I find something very interesting, her cloud network is connected to the computer, I'm sure just so she can play music or something through it. When I click on it I see it's password protected, huh I wonder if she is this lazy... I enter the password for her computer, it works and just like that I'm in to every picture and video she has.

I scan through the pictures first an see nothing but tens of thousands of selfies. They are all bunched up in group's of 50 or so for each set. No matter how far I scroll that's all it is. Damn no wonder she doesn't get anything done.

I move to the videos now, I just vaguely skim the thumbnails looking for something interesting. Most of them seem to be of concerts or beaches. Bleh nobody wants to see video of a concert you saw, why do people feel the need to do this? That's when I see it... A 3 minute and 47 second video... I feel my heart racing as I click it. The opening still tells me I've won...

I click play and openly laugh at what I see. At first the man is out of sight but Cassie is clearly in frame getting fucked doggy style. Her acting is atrocious, she is affecting the corniest porn actresses voice ever, way over the top. She keeps saying "Fuck yea, you like that?" and "yea baby, it's so big!" the most generic lines in the history of man.

Obviously this girl watches far to much porn, she doesn't even know what real sex looks like... Or sounds like for that matter. She pushes herself into the pillows a little and the man's torso comes into frame. Ah this guy is so old and fat! Sheesh this is getting interesting! I look around again making sure no janitor or stray coworker see's me watching this absurd video.

As I look back I hear the man exclaim "fuck I'm gonna cum already!"

He pulls his small dick out and cums all over her pale white ass. she squeals "Oh my god! Gross!"

The man is breathing extremely hard as he collapses down onto the bed. As his face comes into view I gasp. That's Ellis Robins! The vice president of the company and the bosses best friend! I'm in a state of shock as the video continues.

"Fuck...(pant)... Cassie... (Pant)... I can't believe we... (Pant)... My wife... Your dad..."

"I can't believe you came on me! Guh! Disgusting! (She begins rubbing her ass with a nearby blanket) Anyway don't be such a baby I can keep a secret if you can..."

He nods "We have to... We never should have have done this... What was I thinking?"

The video ends right there, I'm almost shaking I feel so excited. I quickly send a copy to myself and delete the original. I grin ear to ear as my phone chirps.

It seems tomorrow won't be my last day after all...