One sided duel of wits

Was Sandy already done fingering herself? Damn, those kids could come so fast when they were horny enough.

"Come in!" he replied, absentmindedly reaching for his dick to put it back in his pants.

He quickly raised his hands up and casually -at least he hoped so- crossed his arms in front of him when he realised it was Angélique opening the door. He didn’t want her to guess what he was doing and could only hope that she wouldn’t walk around his desk and see his dong out in the open. Fortunately, the lower part of his body was hidden behind the desk’s wooden front panel. Over which his cum was currently plastered. Fuck, it didn’t reach the ground, so if she looked down she may see some of it dripping to the floor. Could he resist the urge to have the French woman lick it clean, if it was to happen?

Angélique wrinkled her nose and took a step back. It wasn’t anything to worry about, though, even without his recent ejaculation this room was probably reeking of sex for those who weren’t spending their day in it and desensitised to the smell. She stared daggers at Tom, then took a deep breath and steeled her will before entering the place and walking toward him.

"Mr. Roberts said we should have a private meeting, just you and me. Today’s one has been cancelled." she announced aggressively.

Ho, right, he wasn’t supposed to know that yet.

"Really?" he asked, pretending to be surprised as well as he could. "So what is it we’re doing now?"

It took her a few seconds to reply. It seemed being **** to answer one of the lazy old editor’s questions was a new humiliation for her and it took some time to swallow. Now that he thought about it, a few weeks ago she would probably have just dropped her message and closed the door so she could spend as little time in his presence as she could. Now he was not just a mere annoyance she could treat lightly anymore, he was a threat for the company’s well being and maybe for her own hold over it. She still didn’t have to be more courteous than strictly necessary, though.

"I’m just here to inform you about the new appointment. Next monday, 19h30 in front of the building. We have a reservation at 20 at the Dîner en Ville."

She had actually taken him at his word when he told her to find something expensive. Dîner en Ville was one of the fanciest French restaurants in the city. She may not like local food much. She had also taken literally the part about giving him a week's notice, it was exactly seven days away.

"Shouldn’t we rather pick friday? It seems more fitting for a… how do you say it in France? A rendez-vious garland?"

Once again, she remained silent for a moment, looking down on him. Finally, she rolled her eyes and sat down on the chair in front of him, crossing her long sexy legs. Thanks to the hemline of her designer dress, he could see her whole calves and even a bit of her thighs. She also crossed her arms, pushing up her massive chest which was already shown off by her low neckline. This dress was clearly too expensive for a normal secretary to afford and she looked even sexier in it. "Listen, I know you know I’m doing much of Chuck’s work. Don’t pretend you’re dumber than you are. It’s not a date, it’s a professional meeting and you should take it seriously. And it's rendez-vous galant."

He grinned. How cute of her, the French bitch thought they were in a power struggle. Little did she know, the winner was already assured of his victory and the loser was part of his spoil. "Oh, I’m taking it seriously, but there’s no reason not to combine the pleasant and the useful, is there?"

She gritted her teeth, fulminating. "You guess what this meeting is about, right?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I have my suspicions. I’m not worried."

They both stared at each other. Angélique looked like she was trying to pierce a hole in his skull with her eyes so she could call his bluff by searching it in his brain, and Tom didn’t drop a hint that he gave a single fuck.

Finally, he was the first to speak up. "By the way, did Chuck get his heart attack because you had too much sex?"

Angélique jumped to her feet and gave him a **** sentence stare. It looked like she was trying to conjure a meteorite to crush his stupid face, but he just grinned back at her gregariously. Now she knew he wasn’t afraid of her in the slightest, and she wasn’t even aware of the fact that his flaccid dick was hanging below the desk. He made a mental note to later send a message on Slack to give new rules to the whole company so nobody would talk about corporate sexual harassment to the police, the newspaper or the general public. He would also DM Chuck to tell him that if Angélique complained to him he should tell he doesn’t want to get involved in their bickerings and suggest she get on his good side rather than fighting him. However, he was almost certain she had already given up on receiving support from the old fool. "Monday, 19H30." she repeated. "Don’t be late.” she then stormed out of the room with her chin up, still regal even in this situation.

"I wouldn’t dream of missing it." Tom replied, looking at her butt swinging away. "It’s our first ranhdi-view glans, after all."

She didn’t even slow down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging this new attempt at taunting her. She was only stopped in her tracks once she reached the hallway, and appeared even more infuriated as she walked around something out of the editor’s view that was apparently blocking her way, then he heard her high heels click away at a fast pace until the noise disappeared.

"How much did you hear?" he asked while finally zipping his pants up.

Sandy appeared in the doorway, slightly blushing and with an uneasy smile on her face. She was probably embarrassed to have been caught in the act, even though it was a wild guess on Tom’s part. "Everything, actually. "she answered after shutting the door. "I was following her in the hallway when she arrived and she didn’t notice me."

Her mentor laughed. "You sneaky little ninja."

She giggled. "Well, she caught me when she got out. I should have moved away, but I wanted to know if she would retort something to you."

Tom grinned, looking at the cute little Asian fidgeting in the doorway with her hands behind her back. She was apparently waiting for him to say something before moving inside. "Do you have something to ask?"

The younger girl leant sideways with a half questioning half naughty smile. "Soooo… You and Ms. Girard?"

He chuckled. "I think it’s Mademoiselle, for a French maiden.”

Sandy giggled and hopped through the room to Tom’s deck, putting both of her hands on the piece of furniture. Her excitement was palpable. "Come ooon! You’re actually going on a date with her?"

"You heard her." he replied with a conniving smile. "It’s only a professional meeting."

His assistant rolled her eyes. Was she getting cocky recently? "Yes, but you hope there will be more, right?"

"I know there will be more." he assured her with confidence.

She jumped several times on the spot, clapping her hands. "I knew it! So, is she going to beeee… your girlfriend?"

Tom sighed internally. Despite all his best efforts to turn her into a pervert, she was still incredibly mellow. But it was also part of what made her charm. "Let’s not get carried away. For now, I intend on making her my fuckdoll."

Sandy’s eyes went wide. "Wow!" she exclaimed, impressed. She hesitated a few seconds before asking "What about Janeece?"

Her mentor grinned. Nosy girl. "What about her?"

She blushed. "I know there’s something between the two of you. Well, I guess everyone does after today. She was quite noisy in the copy room."

"Yeah, we have an affair. Whenever she’s angry she gets horny, and whenever she's horny, she starts a fight. And then we fuck, basically."

Her eyes widened even more. "Really? Maybe I should get on her nerves more often." she proposed, giggling.

"Why would you do that?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"It’s just… I think it’s wonderful that you’re having sex with so many women in the company." she said hesitantly. "Janeece and Mlle Girard are both beautiful and they deserve a man like you, who can please them like they need to be. And in return, you deserve gorgeous women like them to… to please you…"

He grinned. "You were about to say something else."

She blushed and replied with a naughty smile. "You deserve gorgeous women like them to be your fuckdolls."

"And what should I do with my fuckdolls?"

She hesitated for a few seconds, but when she started talking it was an endless and unstoppable stream of words. "Everything! Fuck their throats, fuck their pussies, fuck their asses, missionary, doggysyle, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sitting, standing, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, spank them, strangle them, cum over their bodies, on their huge tits, fill their holes, get them pregnant… Everything!" Her face was red as a tomato, and she was panting like she had been running a marathon. As soon as she had finished talking, she hid her face in her hands in embarrassment

Tom was caught by surprise. His cute, shy little assistant was actually turning into a pervert. And considering they had never practiced together some of the things she quoted, either Rosa was rubbing off on her or she had been learning on her own. "And if I wanted to settle with a girlfriend, who would you advise me to pick?"

She looked up, confused by such an unexpected question, then thought about it. "Between the two of them? Well… Mlle Girard is the sexier and classier one, but Janeece is still a gorgeous and charismatic woman. And I know I like her, while I haven’t hung out much with the other one, so I can’t tell how nice she is. Hmm… Does she know French cuisine? It would certainly tip the scales in her favor. But I think part of Janeece’s family is from the Caribbean, so she may have some cooking skills to speak of too. And the sex should also be taken into consideration… Aaaaah! It’s frustrating! Did you think about dating them both?"

Tom chuckled. It was funny watching her get so carried away, but he had to admit her excitement was somewhat infectious. "I didn’t even consider dating anyone seriously before you mentioned it. You know what? Maybe you should try to learn as much as you can about each of them so you could better advise me."

Once again, Sandy seemed overexcited by his suggestion. "Right! I will gather as much information about each of them to prepare a thorough presentation for you! Wait, should I do it for other members of the company?"

"Do you have someone in mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Definitely Luisa! Working with her and Janeece at the same time made me realise she’s also extremely hot, and she seems to be nice. Probably Claire too? And maybe Abby, even though she may be too young. Oh, and of course there’s also me…" she concluded innocently.

Subtle. It made him laugh. "You may not be the most objective judge if you have to consider yourself an option. You can add Luisa to the list, but don’t get overworked and don’t neglect your actual job."

"You’re right, Sir!" She hesitated before asking a new question. "Should I conclude that you already planned on making Luisa your fuckdoll too?"

He grinned. "I will make all of them my fuckdolls, sweetheart."