Bring her coffee

A howling screch filled the air. It's piercing hiss and whining whirl not enough to deter me this time. I felt the hest and watched it bubble, doing my best to keep a steady hand.

"Perfect!" Maddie told me. Turning off the steam wand on the expresso machine. "Or at least, it's your best one so far..."

Attempt number four at using this damn thing and I was only barely getting it. At least this time I didn't create and explosion of lukewarm milk.

I wanted to bring up Olivia another coffee today, but not something instant or out of a pod. Someing better, more hand made and meaningful. I'd tried using the expensive express machine before when I first started at the office, but I couldn't figure the damn thing out. Now at least I had Maddie to help me figure it out.

"So now you grab the towel and wipe off the wand." She explained.

"Like this?"

"Like this." She put her soft hand on top of mine. Gripping around it and pumping up and down the steam wand in a manner that was very, well, steamy. "I'm reeeal good at this part you know?"

The cute brunette was wearing a sleeveless brown crop top today. Not showing any cleavage but plenty of milky white midriff which her dasy duck Jean shorts that rested far too low on her to be office appropriate. When she bent over, which she found ample reasons to do so, her shorts ride up and you got just a hint of a view of her ass cheeks from below.

I was suprised not to find a tramp stamp sitting on her lower back, but maybe that was unfair of me. She played the game and played it well, but that didn't mean she was a genuinely trashy girl.

"I would hope your practising on something a little less...thin." I said. Slipping my hand out from under hers.

"Oh I don't discriminate." She smiled at me. "I work and play with any tool I can get my hands on. "

"Well this tool is unfortunately fortunately owned." I teased back. Slowly pouring the milk into the expression shot. I didn't try for any art in the cup, just having it taste good would be a win.

"Oh I know, owner by a master of many tools...or so I've heard." She kept a sly smile in her face. Eyes darting back and forth between me and milk container thing she was cleaning up.

"So you've heard..." I repeated. That wasn't good. If word spread to the higher ups on how Olivia was... handling... her team, she might get fired. But then again I probably shouldn't be too worried. Rumours like this seem to spread all the time around here, and nothing ever comes of them. This would probably just be considered another baseless story, made up and spread around.

"So I've heard." She moved closer to me, slowly creeping an arm around me. "I would have though you would be a tool that could handle a few different masters?"

"Stretching the metaphorical out a bit..." I muttered. Feeling my face flush as she bunched up next to me."

"I know another thing you can stretch out." She hooked her thumbs in her shorts, slowly lowering them even further.

"Okay well thanks for the help Maddie!" I scrambled away before I did anything stupid. Leaving the pouting Maddie behind.

I held the coffee cup on a small plate, keeping it steady on the way to Olivia's office. Taking a moment to breath and cool off a little before getting there.

Maddie seemed to just be getting more and more forward with me these days. Maybe it was because I played into her teasing but didn't commit to it all the way? Had I just completle shut her down she'd likely back off, but right now it was like she wanted to see how far she could push things.

If I asked Olivia, how far would she let me go with her? In all the teasing of other guys I let her do, I never considered the oppisite. Would she welcome it? Get jealous? I certainly couldn't imagine her letting me get take things all the way with another woman. Not when it that wasn't a leyway something I extended in her direction.

Was that something I was willing to accept? If she asked me for permission to go all the way, would I let her? Just thinking about it made my stomach whirl, my body warning me not to go to far down that line of thinking. Which was fine, we'd cross the bridge if and when we ever got to it.

Reaching Olivia's corner of the office, it was a lot more abuzz than my last visit. Deacon paced back and forth while Franz had his feet kicked up on his desk, both of them loudly talking in the phone. Freckles had his head down in paperwork, music blasting without the decency to wear headphones. A few desks were absent, notiablely Carol's.

With everyone distracted I made my way through unannounced. Deacon smiled at me and slapped my back as I walked past him, nearly making me spill the coffee I worked sonhsrd on making for Olivia. Maybe it was an intentional move or maybe he was just used to hanging out with beefier guys? I really wasn't sure about him yet.

Again Olivia's office had the draws closed, but this time the door wasn't locked. Walking inside my eyes had to adjust to the darkness of the room. All the lights were off and the only illumination came from the computer screens on her desk.

Instead of finding my beautiful wife sitting around her long desk by the end of the room, I found Chase instead.

"Heeey, buudddy." He leaned back in Olivia's chair. Putting his hands behind his head. "What brings you to the big boys zone."

"Oh, hey Chase." I walked up to the desk. Putting the coffee down on it do I didn't have to hold it steady anymore. "Just looking to see Olivia."

"Liv? Sorry bro, she's under the desk right now with my cock stuffed down her throat." He took took the coffee I put down and sipped from it before I had a chance to stop him. "Fuuck that's good."

"It was meant for my wife." I said, dry.

"Oh I didn't mean the coffee, I meant her throat. Coffee was kinda shit. No offence. You're lucky I saved her from having to try it."

"Right...her throat." I wanted to just ask him directly where she really was, but I couldn't. If I wanted to keep and build any standing I had with these guys, I needed to play into their game.

"Yeah dude. I come in here at lunch every day. Stuff my cock down her throat and just keep it there while I eat." He gestured to the plate with crumbs on it. "I told her she needed to do it to train her throat when she first started, and ever since then we've kept it up."

"That's umm...pretty cool dude."

"Mmmhh, you her that babe?" He said the the empty space under the desk. "It's pretty cool that you go to such lengths to train the slut body for us."

This was getting a little silly. It aas one thing to brag about stories in the past tense, but pretending to us my wife's throat as a sex toy in front of me? Right now? It was just a bit much.

I mean, the desk was big enough to fit a person under there. And I couldn't really see below his chest to know if his pants were on or not, but like come on. It wasn't even like he was trying to really convince me, or make me doubt. He knew that I knew this was all just a joke, a game. Why act out this weird fantasy in front of me?

"Okay, well. When she's 'done'." I put the words in air quotes. "Tell her to come down and see me if she has time."

"Don't need to tell her, she can hear you right now." He was getting into the act a little more. Grunting and groaning like he was really fucking her throat under the table.

"Right of course." I said. Turning to head out of the room.

"Wait up a sec man." He held one hand up. Moving the other under the desk and out of sight. "I wanna talk for a minute "

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Hang on." He moved like he was adjusting something under the table. Putting his raised hand down on the desk, mouse in his palm. "That's better. If you don't mind I'm gonna start really using her throat while we talk. Breaks almost up and I gotta finish, you know?"

"Uh huh."

"So. Mmhhhh. I just wanted to..fuuck.. so say how cool it is you're in on thiissss." He feigned more grunts and moans, making then a little more intense.

It was crazy to take it this far...but then I heard something. Faint wet gagging sounds. Barely audible over the muted but still loud music Freckles qas playing outside. But definetly there.

"Most guuuys ahh... would be jealous with how we treat her." It was getting a little louder now. And worse was the table shaking. Chase was thrusting his body forward and in response there was a matching thudd from below the desk. Ripples forming in the coffee I'd made for her.

She couldn't... this couldn't....

"But you champ. Ahhughh, fuuck. You get it! You know a girl like her is too good not to share!" He was really going at it now. Not holding anything back.

I was moments away from breaking. From diving to the floor and looking under the desk to confirm my suspicions, when I noticed it.

His hand, placed still on the mouse for her computer.

It all made sense now, and I could physically feel the tension on my muscles release. The wet smacking sounds of my wife giving this jerk a blowjob? Just a video playing on the computer. The desk thudding and shuddering as he fucked her head into the top of it? Just his hand under the desk knocking it.

This was a test. His words confirmed as much. He wanted to make sure I really did get it. That this was all just a game. That's why he was putting so much effort into making this seem real. To see if he could break me.

"Hahahahaha thanks dude." The laughter erupted out of me after swinging back from feeling do tense and anxious. "I apreciate it."

"Uughhhh not as much as I apreciate her throat!" He kept going faster. His hand on the mouse slowly upping the volume in a way that made it hard to see it was moving at all.

Yeah...as if she would reslly be under there. She was probably off talking with Carol or something. That would explain why they were both missing.

"Okay bro, well. Enjoy using her throat! Just send her back to me after she's washed her mouth out!" I chuckled. Heading back to my desk and leaving chase alone so he could stop pretending to fuck my wife's throat.

Standing in the elevator I let myself relax against the wall. Objectivly it was crazy act out fucking another guys wife as some weird test of character or whatever that was. But also objectively it was crazy of them to be as forward with her as they were.

Coming back to my own floor, it really stood out how different the two words were. Like the Weyland building was a wizard's tower that got crazier and crazier the higher you climbed. More divorced from reality.

I'd have to get used to that if I wanted to activly spend more time with Olivia. To make sure all the good we had together didn't slowly slip away with apathy. I'd have to embrace and accept the weirdness from her team.

Slipping back into worker drone mode, I almost let the entire encounter fade out of my mind. There was just one thing though. One little thing thay I couldn't square away and understand like all the other detials.

Why was Chase sitting in her office in the first place?