Chapter 73 – Flirting leads to…

This is so bad. Seeing Darnell smile down at me, I can only imagine what I must look like. Being teased and pleased and buzzed for the last fifteen minutes must have me all flushed and looking like I feel. Turned on. I’ve seen myself enough in the mirror to know that I already start out looking sexy. The new shape of my face, my lips, my ‘bedroom’ eyes, my long hair, my curves. Add to that the makeup and clothes that Mal makes me wear in the office and I look just like he wants… like a bimbo tart. Now add to that a flush and literally swaying my tits in his face and Darnell is going to see exactly what HE wants to see. Me enticing him.

Surely though, he knows this is the office. As sexed up as Mal wants us all to be, it’s a varnish on top of a professional operation. We’re sexy because sex sells and selling equals money and money equals success.

With that thought in mind, that Darnell might flirt and josh but still remain professional, I take a beat and go back into professional sexy secretary mode. I bring my smile back up to one hundred and ten percent and answer, “Well aren’t you just too sweet? Nope, nothing new here. Just sexy lil Paris. What can I do for you Mr. Anderson?”

Darnell scoffs lightly as he takes another long look at my oscillating breasts before meeting my eyes and saying, “Well it must be these lights then. Anyway, I need to talk to Mr. Orpheus as soon as possible. Is he available?”

I take a quick look around the office, hoping that Clair’s replacement will be here soon. Not seeing anybody I return my attention to Darnell, “I’m afraid he’s in a meeting and can’t be interrupted right now. I can put you on his schedule though. Will tomorrow morning be soon enough?”

Darnell follows my eyes around the office, obviously trying to see what I’m looking for before scrunching up his face, “I mean, if I have to wait that long then I have to wait, but…” while continuing to talk, Darnell moves around my desk and crouches down next to me, resting his big strong hands on my stocking covered knees, “…it’s really important. You see, I just set up a meeting with the CFO of Atlas Capital. I didn’t know it at the time, but they’re a wholly owned subsidiary of McGregor Corp. If I can buddy up with this guy, I bet I can get more information regarding McGregor and I know that Mr. Orpheus has been working on that deal for months now.”

I can feel Darnell’s excitement. Even though the McGregor deal isn’t in his department’s wheelhouse, everybody at K Edison Global knows that Mal is close and wants to help. I put my hands on Darnell’s and speak excitedly… honestly excitedly… “Oh Darnell, that’s great. I’m sure you’d have Mal’s support. He couldn’t find definitive evidence that Atlas was a part of McGregor so he’ll be on board with….”

I tense up my whole body suddenly in an attempt to contain the sudden surge of pleasure from my nipples. I’d momentarily forgotten about my nipple stimulators and gone still in my excitement, allowing them to re-activate. It only takes me a moment to start shaking my tits again and resume talking, but I’m sure Darnell noticed, “…erm, I mean, I’m sure he’d go along with whatever you have to do. I can let him know and if he has any issue, he’ll let you know.”

With his eyes moving up and down my body, it’s very clear that Darnell noticed both my sudden stop and my swaying girls. Especially as they’re now right in front of his face. After he follows my eyes looking at the secretary sitting down at Clair’s desk, he pats my knees and continues, “About that, I DO need his direct permission. You see, I think I can really play this guy, but it involves taking him to this business conference. Normally I don’t need to ask as I have a pretty big budget for traveling, but once this guy mentioned that it was being held in the Maldives, I knew it’d blow my entire department’s travel account. Plus, I’ll need someone from the Mergers and Acquisitions team to accompany me so that if anything comes up, I can talk real numbers.”

I mentally consider if I can squeeze Darnell into Mal’s afternoon. Technically all he has is his three o’clock upstairs, but he may want to entertain Art afterward or the upstairs meeting might run late. I give myself another moment to consider as I look around the office, noting that Clair’s replacement is in place and that there doesn’t seem to be anybody else heading to my desk, “I’d love to squeeze you in, but I’m afraid I can’t. I’ll mention it to Mal and know that if he can get to you this afternoon he will, but I’d better schedule you up for eight tomorrow morning so that you’re guaranteed to get in and let him know.”

Darnell nods but keeps looking at me questioningly. He leaves his hands on my knees as I twist a bit to add him to Mal’s morning schedule and asks, “Okay, I’ll take it. But… what’s going on? You seem to be elsewhere, and you know how I like to be the center of attention for my girls.”

There’s something about being referred to as Darnell’s girl that sends a shiver down my spine. I know he finds me attractive, but every man does. I know he likes me, but every man that knows me likes me. It’s the ownership aspect of it. I’ve had Mal referring to me as ‘his’ and now I have another man claiming me. And as the memory of the two blow jobs I’ve given Darnell rush past my eyes, I can’t help but consider that Darnell may have a better claim to me. Sucking him off naturally makes me more his than the hand jobs I give to Mal.

I try to act nonchalant and toss my hair over one shoulder as I pat Darnell’s hands, giving him enough of an honest, “Oh, I was just stuck at my desk for a while. I was covering for Clair. But her replacement is here and I was checking to make sure I could get to…”

My voice fades off as I was about to go too far with the truth. Telling Darnell that I wanted to get to the bathroom so that I could take off the damned nipple stimulators would be bad. I stumble for a bit as I try to think of something safe to say here, “…um, I mean, get to someplace, uh, private. You know, where no one will see…”

Darnell pats my knees and stands up, holding his hand out to me, “Well, if that’s all then let me accompany you. If anybody asks, I told you to come with me. That’ll keep their noses out of your business.”

Taking Darnell’s hand I stand up, genuinely pleased at his offer, “That’s perfect Darnell! Lead on!”

I lean over and with two quick motions lock down my computer and set the phone to go straight to voicemail without even letting go of Darnell’s hand. A moment later he’s leading me across the office, directly to the bathrooms. I go through the motions of getting into the privacy of the restroom, moving into one of the stalls, and sitting down to look like I’m using the facilities. Hell, I’ll even actually use the facilities while I’m getting these damned toys off long enough to hit that button and stop this incessant teasing.

When Darnell stops and motions into the door he’s holding open, I smile up at him and give him a quick caress to his bearded cheek. It’d be the perfect moment for a quick kiss, but I’ve already been forcefully flirtatious with him enough today. One step later though, I freeze. Darnell isn’t holding open the door to the lady’s room.

He’s holding open the door to the stationary closet.

While I pause, Darnell keeps moving. His hand makes its way to the small of my back and gently goads me into moving, walking both of us into the small room. I try to stop and turn around before Darnell can follow me and close the door, but all I do is ensure that our bodies are pressed up against one another when he closes the door behind him.

With my breasts now rubbing up against his chest I panic just a bit, hoping I can keep them moving so that the toys don’t start back up. Darnell might not have seen or heard the little devils doing their tricks, but surely he’d feel them buzzing when pressed right up against his body. That little pause and motion though gives off the entirely wrong message as I see Darnell’s face open up into a wide smile as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. I let out a little whining moan as one of his large hands gently holds the back of my head, keeping our kiss going, while the other reaches down to cup and fondle my ass. My ass which is shaking to and fro as much as my chest is against him.

And here I thought I was appearing to be a wanton hussy at my desk. Now I’m pressed up against him, kissing him, and all the while shaking and shimmying my entire body against his.

I try to back up and out of Darnell’s greedy grip, but he simply moves with me, his hand doing magical things to my rear that I’ve never felt before. I’m immediately thankful that I’m wearing my tight pink leather skirt as Darnell’s fingers try to push between my cheeks. I’m sure if I were wearing something loose, his fingers would find their way between my cheeks. And that’s some extra stimulation that I simply don’t need right now.

As I wiggle and shimmy and try to shake my way out of Darnell’s loving embrace, wondering what I can possibly say once my lips and tongue aren’t being occupied, my thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. Darnell moves faster than I thought possible, reminding me that he was a college athlete. As he stands upright leaving my mouth momentarily free, he uses his hand on the back of my head to pull my face into his chest. His other hand leaves my butt and gathers up my wrists, pulling my arms behind me.

I’m confused for a second as to why he’s holding me in such an awkward position until I feel him turn his head toward the door and say calmly, “Yes?”

As I hear someone pushing the door open further, I realize that with as big as Darnell is and as small as I am, my entire body is hidden by his. To someone entering, so long as they don’t take more than a step in, they’ll just see Darnell facing away from them and looking over his shoulder in a nonchalant manner.

Even as I continue to shake back and forth against Darnell, keeping the toys from activating, I hear the person lean in and whisper, “Hey, if you two wanna keep this private you need to turn the light off and lock the door. And Paris, next time pick someplace better, you know how often this closet is used.”

I relax a bit, recognizing Trixie’s singsong voice. I even feel Darnell relax as he turns, letting Trixie and I see each other. But where I was hoping to see at least a little disapproval in her demeaner, offering me a reason to get out of this ‘private moment’ with Darnell, I instead see her grinning and evidently as excited as Darnell at our position. She gives me an extra grin and an overt wink, “For now I’ll watch the door from out here. Paris, get your dose of Darnell dick but be quick about it. And remember, don’t make a mess!”

And with that, Trixie exits and closes the door, turning off the light on her way out. In the sudden darkness, I feel Darnell tilt my head up and again press his lips to mine. After only a few moments of kissing, me of course still swaying in his arms, Darnell moves his hands to my shoulders and says in a whisper, “She’s right, we better get to it.”

It’s difficult to think of Darnell in this moment as a gentleman as he’s brought me to an office closet expecting a blow job, but after all the flirting I’ve thrown in his face, whether I wanted to physically shake my tits at him or not, he’s still being pleasant and not forceful. While his hands rest on my shoulders, he’s not pushing down. He’s leaving that choice to me.

And at this moment, I almost wish he’d push. I almost wish he’d ****. The first time I had Darnell’s cock in my mouth, I was tied up with Trixie behind me, keeping me from even trying to escape. I wasn’t exactly ****, but I didn’t have an option. The second time I tasted Darnell’s manhood, we were all three in the empty theater and had Darnell’s hand guiding my head down to his crotch. Again, I wasn’t ****, but I didn’t have an option.

Here and now, however, he’s not pushing. I’m not immobile. I could simply step back out of his grip. I could resume kissing and give him a handsy. I could even just leave the closet. After all, what are they going to do in the office?

But what would that accomplish? Ruin my friendship with Trixie? I mean, I still haven’t had the chance to tell her I’d rather not blow her boyfriend. She thinks she’s being nice. I certainly haven’t given Darnell any indication that I don’t enjoy giving him head, or any indication that I wasn’t sexually turned on by him today. He thinks he’s being nice.

Taking advantage of the dark I don’t bother smiling as I hold on to Darnell’s sides for support and lower myself down to my knees. I take extra care to not get a run in my stockings as I lean back and rest my tush on my heels. Reaching forward with a quiet frustrated huff I feel my way to Darnell’s belt and zipper and start opening his pants.