Work Issues

Holly stepped into the office with her head held high, said good morning to Janet, the receptionist and headed straight back to her cubicle near the filing room. She didn’t stop to talk to anyone, she had stopped socializing at work months ago. It didn’t stop people from talking about her.

She knew that at some point her life as Laney would affect her life as Holly. That at some point someone would see Laney taking a guy home or grinding up on a guy at the club. She was okay with a few rumors. But this wasn’t just a rumor. Two months after Maise asked her to be her Maid of Honor and Laney made the mistake of taking home a guy Holly knew, somehow the office gossip queen had found out about it.

Holly couldn't even say she didn't deserve this one. Jacob had stayed for the morning, she scored a double and he even got up before her and made her breakfast. Jacob had always been nice to her at work, he had probably liked her the whole time they were coworkers. Then she fucked him twice and ditched him. She knew what Holly would have said about a woman who did that. The ladies in the office gossip circle used even meaner words.

Holly had started looking for a new job, but it was hard. The number of men Laney had fucked in the area was growing constantly. There was an increasing risk of her running into someone she had hooked up with at a new job. Holly wasn't giving up, but she was going to have to stick it out here for a while. Today was going to be rough, though. She had a hook up date lined up for the night before, she had almost all the dates she needed lined up for the next week and a half right now. The problem is the guy cancelled on her last minute on a Sunday night. Then she struck out at the bar. So here she was, at work on day two.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t survived day twos in the past. It wasn’t that bad, not like Day 3. The one time she had let it get that far she was in really bad shape. Too horny to drive bad shape. She had been careful and never repeated that mistake, but she’d had a few hick ups and now she had to survive another day two.

“Holly, you good for 11? We can do your evaluation over lunch.” Her boss leaned on the cubicle wall and spoke in his usual aloof baritone voice.

Holly turned to answer him but froze. He was wearing a well fitted shirt and gray slacks that showed a slight bulge at his crotch. Her voice caught and she started sweating.

Fuck, Holly, stop staring at his crotch and pull it together. She chastised herself.

“Yeah, Dave, um, 11 works.” She answered. He said something managerial then turned and left. Holly caught herself staring at his rear as he walked away.

SHIT! She thought to herself. She hadn’t made eye contact once. She’d looked at his chest, at his crotch, stared at his ass. . . there’s no way he didn’t notice.

Dave Marino, her boss.

Dave Marino, the guy that rumors say the company made get an old woman as his secretary so he wouldn’t have any more affairs at work.

Dave Marino, two-time divorcee.

Dave Marino, almost 20 years older than her.

Dave Marino, good looking even with the flecks of gray coming into his beard.

Dave Marino, progressing from gym bro to dad bod, and looking good as he did.

FUCK! Holly couldn’t get him out of her head. This wasn’t a typical day two at all. Of course it had been over a month since her last day two, and it was a Monday day 2, following a double on Friday/Saturday, so she was actually past 48 hours already. Holly looked at the clock, it was just after 10. In less than an hour she had to go sit with him and talk about her yearly evaluation. What incredible fucking timing.

Holly contemplated gagging herself and throwing up so she could go home. That wasn’t a great option as one of the issues she was sure would be covered in her evaluation was her time off. She had run out of leave when she was trying to come to terms with her curse running wild on her after her birthday. She had gotten it under control, stopped missing work but despite being ten months later it was going to be a topic.

Dammit she had sorted all this out, she didn't have these issues at work anymore. And she had everything planned, this shouldn't be happening. But that dick wad cancelled on her and there were friends of Holly at the bar last night and now Holly was going to have to sit in Dave Marino’s office and talk about work while she tried hard not to jump over his desk and fuck him.

Holly got up and walked to the elevators. She rode up to the 12th floor. There was another firm up there that her company did business with. That company had public bathrooms outside their lobby and very few walk up customers. The bathrooms were clean and out of the way. They were the best option Holly had to rub one out before her meeting with Dave. The bathroom was empty, just like always. Holly moved into a stall and hiked up her skirt. She started masterbating, she was horny as hell so it didn’t take long before she was muffling her cries with the sleeve of her jacket.

She breathed hard as she came down, only to find the desire still there, completely untouched by her self-pleasure.

“Fuck.” Holly said as she started again. She got close again when the image of Dave Marino standing in the entrance to her cubicle popped into her mind The fitted shirt, the slight bulge in his pants . . .

“Oh Fuck!” she cried as she came again, this time imaging the fingers inside her were her boss's instead of her own.

No No No No No! Holly screamed to herself. This wasn’t going to work. There was no way she was going to make it through this evaluation. There was no time to find someone else to fuck and she wasn't going to be able to deal with being alone in a room with that man.

Holly wiped herself down, fixed her hair quickly and headed to her desk. She’d just go home, she’d call and apologize and face the punishment.

“Fuck!” she said as the word punishment brought Dave Marino back into her thoughts, this time her curse addled brain gave her an image of her boss bending her over his desk and spanking her. She was losing control, the curse was too strong today. If only that guy hadn’t cancelled on her. Holly gathered her stuff into her purse, doing her best to hold back tears.

“You ready?” The voice came from behind her.

Dave Fucking Marino. He was early, it was 10:40. He was fucking twenty minutes early.

“I thought you said 11.” Holly said weakly, trying not to think of the man standing behind her.

“Yeah, but if we are going to get lunch we should leave a bit early.” He answered. He must have picked up on her body language after saying it. “Don’t worry, I’ll approve it as a working lunch, I won’t get you in trouble.”

The image returned. Holly, bent over his desk, his strong hands gripping her as he disciplined his rebellious employee. . . God she wanted him to get her in trouble. She could feel herself getting wet. She had to make some excuse, she had to get out of this.

“Um, I. . .” She started.

“Come on, I found this great Italian spot, you’ll love it.” He took her hand as he said it and under his touch Holly wilted. She was assaulted by so many feelings it overwhelmed her.

He led her to the elevator, down to the parking garage. He talked about the presentation she had been a part of, how well it had gone. He walked her to his car, even opened the door for her. Holly just followed, defeated. The curse had taken over, she couldn't fight it like this. Holly didn’t even realize she had moved to him instead of getting in the car until she had already pulled his face down to hers and pushed her lips into his.

“Holly, I. . .” He said after she kissed him. Her hands were on his shirt, her leg pressed up against his, she couldn’t speak, she could barely move, she just needed him.

“Please. . .” She whispered.

Strong hands grabbed her arms and put her gently in the passenger seat. He closed the door and was quickly in the driver's seat, starting the engine. He pulled out of his spot and out of the executive parking garage.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked her. Holly nodded. It was too late. She was pretty sure she couldn’t tell him no at this point, and she didn’t want to. She needed him. She needed his dick. She needed release from her curse.

The road was a blur for the few blocks he drove before pulling into another garage. He opened her door, led her to the elevator and up to his luxury apartment. The second they were through the door his mouth was on hers, his hands on her hips. Holly gasped when he pushed her against the wall.

“Last chance to back out Holly.” He stated, the lust heavy in his voice.

She shook her head.

“I need you to say it.” He responded. At least he cared enough to get proper consent.

“Please, Mr. Marino, fuck me.” She said.