Ava Loengard

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Michelle looked around the room as her chin rested in the cradle of her interlaced fingers and thumbs. She was alone now with only Brock, the new guy, sitting at a desk near the windows, away from The Round Table. He wasn’t just the new guy, though. He was the hot new guy. The other girls in the office were not too cool to invite Michelle to come with them to lunch, and they’d gone on for days when he’d been hired.

Michelle knew she was probably only privy to this lunchtime discussion because she was an important part of the company and it couldn’t hurt for the other girls to make friends with her, but she managed to contribute to the girl talk, and they even suggested that since she was higher up, she should make Brock her office sex slave. The idea, outrageous as it was, did appeal to her. It wasn’t like Michelle had enough time to hit the bar scene to find a guy. Not that she even knew how to operate in that environment. Brock was definitely the hottest guy that she had regular conversations with.

And right now, they were alone in the office.

“Hey Brock,” she said in a slightly elevated voice, “You want any coffee?”

She wished she could just say: you want any pussy?

Brock turned and beneath the bleary eyes was a warm smile.

“That would be awesome. Thanks.”

“Mocha?” she said, and then had to backtrack through her mind to see if she was actually supposed to know that was his drink of choice or if that was just another Brock Stalk fact that had come out in one of the Ladies’ Lunches.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Evidently it was okay. He turned back to his screen and resumed clicking and typing.

Michelle went to the coffee machine – wouldn’t be a good startup company without free high quality coffee for the employees. She cranked out two mochas, it was her fave too, and brought the FindLove branded mugs to Brock’s desk.

“Whatcha working on?” she asked.

“Trying to get the profile page to be lighter,” he said without looking away.

“Yeah? I’m trying to figure what we can do to get results back faster. All about cranking up performance right?”

“I know,” he said, swiveling his chair to face her, “and you guys have already done so much.”

“Don’t worry, I know you can figure something out. If you weren’t a smart guy, we wouldn’t have hired you.”

“I almost didn’t think you were going to,” he said. He leaned back, tilting his head, and Michelle could see the memory coming back to him. “You were the worst too! I almost cried after that interview. I thought there was no way I was getting the job.”

“We only want the best. Have to have tough interviews to weed out the fakers.”

“Well it seems to have worked.”

She finally handed him the coffee and the movie camera in her mind zoomed hard on their hands as they touched during the exchange. A shiver shot through Michelle’s arm, jolting her heart and accelerating its pace. It didn’t stop there though as it cruised through her stomach, stirring the butterflies there into a state of excitement, and then it ran between her legs, rushing down with blood in tow, to start the flow of other viscous fluids. She felt like a teenager; the thought of getting wet because of a tiny touch was foolish. The thought of that touch down where it had primed her like an oil pump was even more crazy. What was she doing thinking about trying to get that kind of attention from Brock? He could have any girl he wanted, and had probably had many. It wouldn’t be Michelle’s first time at the rodeo, but with looks like his, he was sure to have her number beat.

“How do you like it so far?” she asked. She was somewhere between ending the encounter and trying to keep it going. She hadn’t fully committed, though, and so her mind was only feeding her dull, innane questions. She thought for a second that if she wanted to fully commit she should just ask if he wanted a blow job. Cut right to the heart of it.

Right after that thought Michelle realized just how long it had been since she had anything besides artificial material between her legs. The haze of lust and need began to cloud her judgment and filter out anything but the dirtiest thoughts.

Michelle tried to focus on Brock’s comments on how he’d been doing and what he thought about the company so far, but all she could think about was the bulge in his jeans as he sat there with his legs casually spread toward her.

“What do you think about those marketing girls?”

She realized as soon as she’d asked that it was the wrong way to go about it. Should have just asked him if he wanted to make out. Now he probably thought she was either gay or a hopeless tomboy who just wanted to fit in to some kind of testosterone-filled good old boys club. Either way, not what she was going for.

His answer gave her heart, though, or if not heart, then something connected through the arteries that she could feel blood pumping into nearly as hard as her heart.

Pumping into her hard. The words from her thought caught in her mind.

“They’re okay. Nice girls, but not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed.”

“You think we hired dumb people here?”

Oh good, chide him. That was sure to get him hard and not make his cock shrivel up and try to hide back inside his body.

“No, no,” he started, “But, I mean, come on. If they were smarter they should have been programmers instead of just getting where they are on their looks.”

“So you think I didn’t get here on my looks?” Michelle tossed her hair a bit in a mocking manner as she said it. More sarcastic joking, but at least she’d managed to move the conversation to herself.

“No, no,” he said again, “I think you’re just as good looking as those girls.” Michelle liked where this was going. “I just mean that you’re so much smarter than them. If they were as smart as you, they’d be making twice as much money.”

“Try three times,” she said with a wink.

“There you go.”

“So, what do you find most attractive about me?”

She could use the boost in confidence if nothing else. She knew the Knights drooled over her, but only when they took a break from drooling over the marketing girls, cosplay girls, and girls in porn on the Internet. And while it was mildly flattering to come in fourth place on that list, none of the other developers had a strong angular jaw, a broad chest, or a flat stomach. And here was a man possessing of all of those things and more and he was telling her she was as attractive as the girls who really did get by on their looks.

“You have a very sweet face.”

Generic. She wasn’t exactly an experienced flirt, so she’d take it, but she’d need to press if she wanted to get him in a compromising position.

“Not my boobs?” she asked, putting an arm under them and lifting.

Brock smiled. She set her coffee mug down on his desk so she could squeeze her ladies together. “I know I’m not exactly putting them out there, but have you noticed them?”

She unbuttoned the top button of her white dress shirt, then went for one more before leaning over. Michelle watched eagerly as Brock’s gaze burrowed into the opening she’d made, able to see just enough to be intrigued, but straining to find an angle that might reveal a little bit more of her twin peaks. As he looked, she wished that something else of his was burrowing into an opening she had, adjusting his angle again and again and again.

After taking in the fullness of her chest, he looked into her eyes and stammered a protest.

“Those are very nice, but I think that’s probably good for now.”

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