Moody Sandy

Tom grinned, looking at his phone. The picture of the secretary was hot as fuck, the screen coud barely contain her massive tits which she held up with her right hand and arm. Her smile was a rare and stunning sight, and she had managed to make it seem genuine. It was actually a half smile, with her head tilted in a mysterious looking way and her gaze fixated on the camera. Was it an invitation, a challenge or a warning? Weirdly enough, even with her breasts exposed she looked classy, if not regal. Maybe a bit uncanny and unearthly.

The editor would jerk off to it anyway.

He almost dropped his phone when someone knocked on the door.

"Uh… Come in!" he shot back while typing frantically to exit from the picture display.

He was reassured when he saw it was only Sandy coming back from her lunch break.

"Hey, good afternoon!" he exclaimed jovially (maybe a little too much) "Did you have a good time… eating?” he asked hesitantly.

"It was fine." the petite Asian girl replied without enthusiasm.

Tom frowned. She seemed brooding and apathetic. It was a strange departure from her usual cheery self. Was she still mad about their conversation this morning? She seemed fine at the moment, he even remembered her being quite happy with his decision. "Is everything all right, Sandy? You seem to be in a mood…"

"I’m fine." she sighed, walking to her chair while refusing to look him in the eyes.

She was obviously not fine. The older man didn’t really care if something was bothering her, but he needed to know if it was something that may come back at him. "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me…"

"I’M FINE!" she repeated in a louder and higher tone. There was a crack in her voice.

Her mentor was a little bit shocked, never had he seen the ever spirited and shy young girl so grumpy and abrasive.

They both fell silent and started focusing on their own thing, Sandy sinking into her work and pouting like a child while Tom tried to figure out how to make Angélique’s picture her avatar when he received a call from her.

After what felt like an eternity, he couldn’t stand it anymore. The atmosphere was getting on his nerves. He didn’t want to confront Sandy directly if he didn’t have to, though. Besides, he had talked to her this morning and it didn’t seem to have worked as intended, so maybe he should now go directly to her subconscious. He didn’t want to deal with it with the… “physical Sandy”? standing right there, though.

He cleared his throat. "Sandy dear?"

She raised her head. It was the first time he called her that, and he had to admit it felt a bit weird. He should find her a better pet name.

"I need you to run an errand for me." he said, picking a random neglected file on his desk. "Could you bring this to…" he glanced at the cover and tried to remember what this thing was about "... Janeece, and tell her the layout should be entirely reworked?" It wasn’t really a part of his job, but in the past few weeks who could tell anymore what it actually pertained to?

The petite Asian suddenly stood up glaring at him furiously. For a few seconds he wondered if she wasn’t about to rip his head off, but instead she snatched the sheets of paper out of his hands and stomped out of the room. She seemed to be even angrier than before.

Tom sighed and called Janeece first. "Sandy is about to come see you about the layout of a future book. You will agree that it needs to be reworked entirely and take the opportunity to have her take care of it with you so she gains some experience. Make it last for the whole afternoon if need be, until I tell you to stop."

"Okay, but shouldn’t it be Luisa’s work rather than mine?" she replied in an emotionless tone.

He thought about the sexy Italian-American graphic designer. Maybe he should fuck her next. Wait, it wasn’t really the matter at hand. "You’re right. Ask her to join you once Sandy has explained the situation to you."

He then called Luisa and made sure she would make this her top priority and help keep Sandy busy, and finally called the young assistant editor.

"Hi Sandy. Can you tell me why you’re angry with me?" he asked in an annoyed tone, since he didn’t need to hide his irritation right now.

"Because you’re dumping me for Janeece."

His eyes went wide and he had to refrain from bursting out laughing. "What? What gave you such stupid idea?!”

"I heard you in the copy room. Everyone did. I even took a pick and looked at the both of you. Right after you said you wouldn’t fuck me at work anymore." Despite the blank tone, Tom felt like the short sentences were a hint of her agitation.

He grinned. The adorable naive girl thought he was in a relationship with the woman who hated his guts. Well, in a sense, they had an affair, but they were certainly not an item. "Sandy, what do you think about Janeece. I mean, what did you think about her before today?"

"I used to look up to her. I thought she was beautiful and very professional, that she was good at her job and nice. Now I think she’s a cheap whore."

He let out a chuckle. It was somehow hilarious to hear such venomous words coming out the shy girl’s mouth. "Why are you so angry about me and Janeece even though you had no problem with me fucking Rosa?”

"It’s different with Rosa. She’s my girlfriend and we did it together."

So now they were seeing themselves as a couple. At least Sandy did. Interesting, but not the most pressing matter. "Sandy, you took it all wrong."

"I did?"

"Of course. Tell me, were you sincere when you said that I was so handsome and mature and you didn’t deserve my attention?"

"Yes, Sir. I would never lie to you."

"Well, you certainly deserve my attention, but don’t you think other women deserve it too?"

"What do you mean?"

"I’m an amazing guy, generous, good looking, and a champion at sex. It would be cruel of me to deny beautiful women from the wonderful bliss of getting fucked by me, and selfish of you to want me only for you and your girlfriend."

"You’re right. I didn’t think about it this way."

He grinned. This conversation was giving him lots of new ideas. "Actually, you’re aroused just thinking about me having sex with hot women, especially the busty ones. You spied on Janeece and me because it turned you on, and now you want me to score with as many pretty ladies from the office as possible."

"That’s true. It’s only fair that such a good man would be shared by all the women who deserve him."

"From now on if you know I’m alone with other women, you will spy on us hoping to see me fuck them, and if we do you will masturbate to this sight."

"Understood, Sir."

"By the way, are you still with Janeece and Luisa?" he asked, apparently moving to another matter.

"Yes, we’re all together in Janeece’s office, Luisa is giving me a lesson."

"Look at their big tits and picture me suckling at their nipples. It’s hot as fuck."

"It is." she confirmed.

"Now picture me bending them on the desk and ramming their pussies and asses in succession. It turns you on even more."

"It does."

"Continue fantasizing about all the ways I could fuck them and get increasingly turned on until the arousal is unbearable, then tell them you need to go to the bathroom. You will actually go there and finger yourself while keeping your panties on. Come back to me after cumming at least three times."

"I will."