Chapter 4 04

"Your whore said you were busy, I do not see you working." He still stared out the vast window and looked down at the street that was filled with people and reckless drivers.

I walked deeper into the room and opened the few buttons of my blouse. I got a whiff of his cologne and I could swear I was ready to drop down cum. I bent and rubbed my hands along his torso from the back, inhaling the smell of his hair and feeling his soft skin even though layers of clothe separated us. The last click from the pen sounded before he dropped his hand to the arm rest. He did not push me away.

"You know when I said we could be friends I meant with benefits." I whispered in his ear as I bit on his soft skin. The pain from my back rushed through my body and I cursed under my breath, if only he could give it to me now, pain and pleasure.

He stiffened under my touch as I felt his hardness through his pants. A smile grazed my lips, he could still get hard for me. I placed my left hand in between my folds and started fingering myself as I struggled with the zip of his pants.

"I have missed you, you have been ignoring me, why? Don't you miss my body?"

His warm palm covered mine and for a second, I thought he was going to help unzip his pants but he gripped it in a tight grip and pushed me back. I hit his desk and half the papers that where on were knocked off. He stood and motioned for the door but I grabbed him short of the distance and pushed him towards the shelf. An empty vase hit the floor with a loud clash but that did not stop the kiss from happening.

I kissed him even though he did not return it. I roamed my hands around his body and watched as he struggled from my touch. Who knew the almighty god would bow down to a simple kiss? I reached his pants area and squeezed on him, he sucked in a breath but I covered my mouth with his. He gripped my hands and turned us so that my front was pressed against the shelf and my back was to him. He pressed himself deeper onto me as his hands roomed my lower body and pulled at my skirt. I felt the pain lace through my body, but that was what I wanted, pleasure and plain a combination between the two.

"I heard noises sir are you alright? Sir." The brat called out and Kyle dragged himself away from me to look at her, lust in his eyes.

"Fuck you don't have manners?" He barked out harshly. But she stood her ground. "I heard something fall I had to come check."

"You blind bat don't you see we are busy."

She eyed the both of us and then scrunched her nose. "Of course, my bad, I would make sure to tell everyone not to come in as chemistry is happening here." She whistled and looked around. Then nodded to herself.

She swung the baseball bat around her hands as she studied the broken pieces of china that lay by my feet. Then her gaze landed on my leg and she pointed down. "You have a bit of- there is-well it's nothing to be ashamed of if you were a var-the- look down you have blood running down your leg."

I cursed her out loud and she grinned. "I have heard way worse."

"Are you stupid or what? Get out of here."

She looked at Kyle, her gaze reminded on his face. "Oh, I am sorry sir, I thought you had wanted me to stay. My bad sir, I will be on my way sir." But she still stood there, looking everywhere but us. Her whistle got louder. It irked me and angered the man that was about to give me pleasure.

"What Pamela?"

She nodded to herself. "So, there is this business associate you said you had a very important meeting with, well he is waiting for you, and it is either you go to the conference room to meet him or he could come here to meet up with you? I do not know which you prefer but do tell me, I would be very much of assistance." She still swung the bat in her hands.

Where on earth did she get it?

"Fuck!" Kyle pulled from behind me and she turned immediately with a blush growing on her face. I looked back at Kyle and saw the tip of his pink shaft before he finally tucked it in. I sighed in frustration as that could have been my moment.

I sent death glares to the woman that still stood by the wide open door with her back to us. I was already scheming on how many murderous ways I could kill her and dispose off her body.

Kyle walked up to her and stood dangerously close behind her. He whispered. "Have someone clean up this mess." Before brushing his shoulders against her and walking out. She finally looked at me then back at my legs.

"I would bring you something to clean up with, but as you termed me, 'his whore' I do not serve you. Have this mess cleaned up." She slammed the door shut and I could hear her heels clicking along the marble floor.

The audacity!

I could still feel myself wet even with my periods that flowed out of me. Wait it had to be my periods right? I racked my brain and thought back to when I last had them. I could not remember. I went into Kyle's private bathroom and pulled out a small mirror. Getting on my knees I moved my pant aside as I checked my coochie, nothing was wrong with it, probably just my periods. I pulled my undies all the way through and spread my legs wide enough, sucking on two fingers I pushed the cool wetness of the two tips in and rocked myself.

I felt a wave of pain as well as a wave of pleasure but it was not enough. I looked around the bathroom desperate for anything that could fill me. My eyes landed on the faucet that hang above the bathtub. I walked to it turned on the tap to full capacity and made sure the water was not too hot nor too cold. I got on my hands and knees and angled it directly towards the opening to my ass, now that gave me something. I watched as cum and blood mixed together, the combination flowing through the drain to who knew where.

I felt the pain lace through my body and I shuddered as I felt the second wave of heat and cum pour of out me. My hands felt weak and I almost dropped to the white ceramic bottom. After the last string of curses left my mouth, I took satisfaction knowing I was well beyond satisfied and that my simple masturbating techniques could give me this much enjoyment.

I washed myself taking care around my tender spots. Then I sprayed water around the tub cleaning the little patches of blood here and there.

I stepped out of it and discarded my already soiled white lace pant in the trash can and opened the second drawer that had sanitary pads and a few toiletries, compliments to me of course. I pondered between a tampon and a pad. And went for the former. I raised my leg up so as to push the soft material in and then something popped out of my opening. I bent down and looked at it. It was still covered with a bit of blood. Picking the substance up a I rinsed it under the running water and took a step back.

Where had that come from?

I looked at the object again, sure it was half, with patches of green here and there and the white still shown. It had a bit of mould and a really bad smell. But the question was who? No the who I knew but for how long had it been in there? I picked up my phone and dialled my OBGYN'S number.

"I would like to book an appointment." I said as I looked at the half rotting piece of cucumber in my hand.