Scene 30

Closing the door behind him as he stepped out of his bosses office Jackson pressed his back to the now closed. Jackson could feel the weight of his mascara covered lashes as he closed his eyes and brought the mug of warm coffee to his pink lips. He didn’t even think about the fact that he had stolen the coffee, the strong flavor and warmth helped wash away his boss's seed. His mind swirled with different thoughts, like how disgusted he was at what had just happened, the fact that his stomach wasn’t churning ready to throw up was another that he wasn’t comfortable with, but mostly Jackson was just trying to make sure the terrible task was framed correctly. ‘I saved people's jobs today and all it cost me eight or ten minutes of my day. Jacqueline, you are a god damned hero.’ Opening his eyes he took another sip from the mug before chuckling at the dark perverse humor that ran through his mind. “A lot of work to get an extra cream for my coffee.”

Even his own joke didn’t sit well with him, considering what that cream was and how he got it. His mouth was free from the cock that had been pounding in and out but the slight ache was there in his jaw and his mind had no problem tormenting him with the knowledge of what the fleshy object felt like. “And… this is his coffee.” Turning back around, Jackson knocked on the door once more before going back into his bosses office, not willing to go prepare another cup and give him time to recover. “Sorry Mr. Dunn, I took your coffee with me.”

Sitting at his desk feeling more than content with himself Alexander smiled broadly as his admin came back in just shortly after they had their fun, her makeup still showing signs of their encounter. “Huh.” He looked down at his desk, to confirm that she had indeed taken the coffee she had brought him, even though she clearly had the mug in her hand. “Don’t worry about it, I know you had other more exciting things on your mind, just make sure they stay there.” The fact that he had broken his deal with his employee to stay away from Jacqueline didn’t bother him too much, he thought it should, but the fact that the broad shouldered man had assaulted him hadn’t been forgotten, and there wasn’t any real harm in it besides the man’s ego for getting some enjoyment out of the girl. He had found the little sex pot first after all.

Putting the mug onto the desk Jackson fidgeted slightly a slight blush coming to his cheeks at the humiliation that this man believed or at least insinuating that the only thing he could think about was their sexual encounter where his face was fucked and worse… he wasn’t far off from the truth, it just wasn’t in the happy light the man thought it would be. “I won't tell a soul sir.”

Seeing the blush come to the blonde’s face only brought more joy to the gray haired man. He thought it might be trouble if she was actually growing feelings for him, but the fact he could cause such a reaction made his day that much better. “You are a good girl Jacqueline, I’m even thinking about giving you a raise to continue assisting me.”

Jackson’s brown eyes flicked up to meet the light blue eyes of his supervisor, his own brain not shifting to gear fast enough as he wondered what he had done to earn such a thing when he had only just started the position, but as he opened his mouth it dawned on him exactly what type of extra effort had been done to earn such a thing. Shame once more flooded into his body, but still something pushed forward, a kernel of confidence from the praise. “I will take it!” The shame didn’t go away or change, but the reality of what happened couldn’t be changed either. ‘If I have to do that then at least I should be paid for it… It wasn’t like the man wasn’t going to keep doing what he was doing…’ The thought sent a shudder through his body as he tried to tell himself that he would be both a fool and a horrible salesman if he passed up free money.

“I knew you would, let me type up something real quick. I will email it over to you and HR.” Dunn said as he happily thought of the girl wanting to come with him as he moved to the top floor of the building. Bringing Jacqueline the company's little diversity hire with him when he got promoted sounded like a much better idea than taking on whoever already had the job.

“Oh, I’m actually planning to go down there in a bit and need someone to cover the phones…”

Alexander waved his hand in the air to brush away her concerns. “You don’t need to print it and bring it down, they can make their own copies, but if you want to win some extra points feel free. When you go down just forward your desk phone to the admin pool.”

The fact that he was not only getting a raise but it was going to be put in so quickly flew in the face of everything Jackson knew about corporate red tape and a great change. His thoughts were on this as he took his purse from his desk drawer and went to the ladies room to repair his face. He almost considered going back in his boss’s office to negotiate, something he new he should always do, but the knowledge he would be arguing over how much he was going to be paid to swallow his cum made Jackson just want to avoid the topic all together, there wasn’t any amount of money that made looking at the guy’s dick worth while.

After getting everything in order Jackson went on to actually start his real job or at least he did for a few minutes before he stood up to get the printed copy of the pay raise form. Picking up the warm piece of paper Jackson glanced at it happily to see the number eight next to a percent sign, his mind already doing the math. ‘Sixty a year, and eight percent… just under a five grand raise. Shit, I’m making more than some of the people on the sales team.’ He thought they made more after bonuses and with his own natural skills he was sure those bonus checks would make getting an eight percent raise look like nothing, but still it was nice.

Lost in thought Jackson turned to leave the copy room he almost ran into the head of the sales team, like he had manifested from just thinking of his team. “Oh! Abe, almost ran right into you.” With the heels Jackson was wearing the man still had an inch on him in height and if Jackson had any inclination to think he was a threat he might have acted differently other than giving the man a smile and telling his friend the good news. “I got some good news.” Jackson’s voice lilted in a pleasant way as he held up the printed piece of paper. “I got a raise!” How he got that raise wasn’t something he was going to talk about, even if Dunn hadn’t said he wanted it kept a secret. ‘See here Abe, for sucking enough cock you really can get ahead. No, not something anyone is going to find out.’

Abraham had seen the beautiful blonde move off to the copy room like she had a purpose and when he followed her over she seemed completely oblivious to his presence even after he called out her name, but the way was shifting her shoulders up and down and swinging her rear as she hummed a tune he couldn’t follow as she waited for the printer to finish warming up, it made him happy to just stand there and watch her. The other night at his place had been nice, he hoped to have many more evenings like it in the future, but had been so busy the previous day that he hardly had time to take a piss before his next meeting, let alone time to actually do something he wanted to do like go flirting with the girl he liked. When she almost bumped into him he held his arms out like he should catch her and wasn’t really sure why he didn’t speak up or at least move out of her way. The small idea of her bumping into him appealed to him, like something that would happen in a romance movie or a sitcom. Seeing her eyes light up as she held up a piece of paper while not moving more than a few inches back brought more joy to his heart. If this girl liked talking about spiders, if she was this excited and animated about it he would listen for hours to the horrible topic. “That sounds wonderful, glad to see our boss is smart enough to see talent when it is standing in front of him.” Cocking his head to the side and trying to keep the same smile on his face Abraham pushed on. “Hey, I want to be delicate about this and I do not mean to offend, but he hasn’t… asked you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with has he?”

“Ahhh” Jackson took two mincing steps backwards, his experience in heels keeping him steady in the pumps. ‘Does he know?! Is there cum on my chin? Or… no I cleaned up, play dumb, play dumb.’ Even though he knew his face hadn’t had anything left behind on it, Jackson touched his chin. The realization that there had been a bit of spillage before and that he had drunk out of the older man’s cup and then gave it back to him tickled something in his mind enough for a small smile to cross his face. What Jackson didn’t consider though was how he might have looked as he scampered off to get cleaned up in the bathroom after. “No, I mean, unless you count having to talk all sweet to people on the phone that believe I can’t string two thoughts together.”

Tapping his own chest the six foot man chuckled. “Hey, some days putting two thoughts together is an achievement, try not to take offense from those that don’t know better.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “I will have you know on my best days I think I can string five thoughts together, but doing that chewing bubble gum and walking in cute heels like this can be a lot.” Soon as he said the words Jackson blinked a few times, giving the impression of fluttering his lashes. ‘Did I just say cute shoes? It's fine, Jacqueline would say that, she loves… I love heels and cute things, remember to be Jacqueline.’

“Yeah? Color me impressed.” Abraham looked down at her heeled feet as she cocked one foot to the side to show off her five inch heeled shoes that he loved seeing her in. The way she smiled at him, fluttering her lashes in his direction and drawing his attention to her soft brown eyes gave him a feeling of a gentle warmth inside to just have this girls attention and making him aware that she was fishing for a compliment. “Better than I can do most days, but if you had to trim down to do all that I would suggest losing the bubble gum before your shoes. You look great in them, but they aren’t close to your best feature.”

Rolling his eyes once more Jackson poked the man’s chest with one his long nailed fingers. “Oh, and what is that? And why is it my amazing brain?” He then touched the same finger to the side of his blonde haired head. Jackson knew he was supposed to be an airhead to help his story, but being treated like he couldn’t count past ten had been more than demeaning and after his mornings activities being told he was smart even if **** would feel good.

“Your brain?” Abraham tilted his head back and squinted as if he was thinking. “I think that could be part of it, but, come here, it is a secret, it shouldn’t be, but for now it is.”

Playing along Jackson moved closer so that he was in the man’s personal space and cocked one of his hips about to tell him to spill it when Abe leaned in close to whisper in his ear, so close that Jackson could smell his aftershave and warm breath on his neck.

“Your best feature is you, everything you are, what people know and don’t know about you. Everything together makes you the amazing person you are Jacqueline and I’m happy to stand at your side.”

The words felt heavy to Jackson’s mind and his emotions. He knew everyone second guessed themselves, but no one would expect what he was going through to be real and to go through what he had been through and be told that left him standing perfectly still as he tried to process it, but before he could even do that, Jackson felt the brown haired man’s lips gently touch his own. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion as Jackson instinctually puckered his inflated pink painted lips, kissing his friend back while a flash of memory from his dream entered his mind. Jackson clearly saw what he believed to be his imaginations interpretation of Abe’s cock and him going to town on it. Soon as everything snapped back into focus, Jackson moved away and shook his head to get the vision from his dream out of his head.. “Abe! You can’t do that!” The fact that Jackson had felt so touched and moved by his friend's words before being kissed made him feel more ****, smaller, like it was okay for that to happen even though he didn’t want it to.

“Sorry, sorry.” Abraham held up his hands in surrender. The girl had been a firecracker when they had drinks together and then went to the movies, but she had made it clear on their date that she had a boyfriend, one that wasn’t treating her right. Jacqueline had said she wanted to spend more time with him, but kissing her here at work wasn’t the best call. “I promise to try and not do that again.”

Glaring at him Jackson crossed his arms as he looked past Abe’s glasses into his green eyes. “You are going to try? Try?!”

Sheepishly Abraham looked away from the girl who was putting him in his place. “Hey, I fail at things all the time.” He tried to shrug it off, but it seemed like the pretty thing wasn’t going to let him off the hook.

“Linc, you… just need to stop just trying. I’m only friends with winners, no trying.” Jackson had almost said Dunn’s name but had held off in time. Sure he hadn’t told Lincoln to not kiss him at the office, heck they did a lot worse, but internally he had told them all to fuck right off.

“Yes Ma’am.” Abraham said with a sly grin at his face, wondering if she had meant to make it sound like she was a trophy for him to win.

“Well…” Jackson said as one of the other office girls came into the room and a nervous giggle escaped his lips. “I need to get going.” He held up the paper in his hands as an excuse.

Nodding in agreement that he had to let the pretty girl get back to her day, Abraham held up his hand to forestall her. “Me too, but want to get together again, like we did the other night?”

The dinner a few days ago had been great, but he had also drunk too much, a problem he really, really needed to get on top of and so long as the man with the stupid chiseled jaw knew his boundaries it would be fine. It was hard for Jackson to blame the man for what he did, imagining the signals he was probably throwing with his bimbo act. “That depends, what do you promise to do?”

“Hmm, two things. To make an excellent meal and to win.”

A smirk forming on his face Jackson nodded, happy the man was getting it. “Sounds good, but this time less wine and more of the other stuff.” The two had a good rapport, had similar senses of humor and if he had to wear a dress to get some amazing food it was a small cost considering he would be wearing one anyhow till this entire fiasco was over. Both times they had been out together had been fun from what he could remember.

“More of the other stuff, sure, sounds like fun.” Abraham briefly looked at the person who had entered the copy room, the look on her face clearly breaking the oh so subtle code they were using. His memory happy to remind him of how they made out like highschoolers on his couch.

“Great!” Jackson said happy things were back in the place and reminded himself that he still owned the man a drink or two. “You cook and I will bring over some decent whiskey.” He didn’t plan to partake and figured it would be easier to keep himself from drinking when it was just the two of them, then to go out to a bar and not order. “Just let me know.”

Turning in place Abraham watched Jacqueline make her way down the hall before disappearing on her way to the elevators. He was brought out of his musings as he was reminded he wasn’t alone.

The other person in the room, someone from the administrative pool who had been tasked with what amounted to over an hour's worth of work in the copy room, couldn't help but smile at the little banter between the two that clearly would be at one another if they were at home. “The two of you are too cute together.”