We totally fucked! (Lie)

I lie. I just have to see the her reaction.

While I’m at it, I should drag this out to really get her worked up. “You remember that I drove you home, right?”

“Of course,” she said testily.

"We were stuffing gala bags FOREVER, then a song that you liked came on so we started dancing in the living room, and then... Well, you know..." Her jaw tightens. "It was such an amazing night. You...really don't remember?" I give her my best kicked puppy look. Her lips tighten. I can barely see through the sunglasses that she clamps her eyes closed. That looks like a cringe. Oh, yeah--that is a self-hating cringe. I got you, bitch. “No? Ah—that sucks.”

"And then what happened?" She asks crisply.

She wants more? Oh damn, what can I add? I stick close to the truth, hoping she will recognize things about her past behavior. Or stories she may have heard about her past blackouts. "Well we were both pretty drunk and lost our balance... We fell on the couch together, then we started making out. You are an amazing french kisser..."

She sees that I am **** to finishing the story without prompting. "And then?" Her voice is getting icy.

Does she want to know exactly how far we went? "Your dress had me so hard. You felt it--my erection, then went wild. You yanked my cock out and stroked me so fast, like you couldn't wait another second. It was so hot..." I let the story linger again. Go on, ask me, bitch.

"And?" Jesus, her voice is so cold that it is starting to crack. She isn't confirming or denying.

"I pulled your dress up and we... We fucked like animals. God you have skills. I don't think I have ever come so hard in my life." I put on a wistful look, then change to a serious face. "I hope that doesn't change anything. I get that it was...the wine, and the situation...and, oh man, was it ever that dress." I shake my head in wonder. I get the feeling that she doesn't appreciate my glowing complements at the moment. "It will never leave this room, I swear."

"Did you pull out?"

Oh, that is actually a good question. In this hypothetical situation, where did I cum? "I...well... You..."

"Warren, WHERE DID YOU CUM?"

Damn, she really wants the deets! This is going to feel SO good to say. "I started to pull out, but you had your legs locked around me and ordered me to cum in your pussy. Over and over... I just couldn't hold back. It was the hottest sex in my whole life." I stare off through the ceiling and take in a glorious breath.

"Okay, I've heard enough! Go," she commands, staring down at the desk. She is shaking. After the door closes behind me I hear her raging and howling. She is trying to muffle it somehow, but I heard everything. She was throwing things against the walls. I made that bitch crazy. I grin the sounds while continuing to imagine the amazing hypothetical sex we had and 'adjust' my junk under the desk.

By the end of the day she notified me in a professional tone that I was fired. In addition to citing my professional deficiencies, eventually she got to insinuations of everything from impropriety to ****. I didn't realize it at the time, but I eventually came to believe that she threw accusations like that around to intimidate the people she fired, to get them to leave quickly, quietly and to discourage seeking recourse.

I had neither enough leverage to protect myself, nor enough money to keep my apartment. Over the nine days of my plot to destroy Victoria, I inflicted some serious personal damage to her, but wasn't able to get more benefit out of it for myself, but I have some sweet memories to savor while I get back on my feet again.

The End (Fucking Liar)

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