Author's Note: This is the fourth chapter of "Intern Office Slut". If you're reading it as a stand-alone, all you need to know is that Raoul is a closet submissive secretly dying to submit to his boss Niko, and he's hella jealous of Niko's plaything Tasha. Enjoy!
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"Come on," Tasha tried again, "Don't you want to take a break?" She arranged herself as attractively as possible on Raoul's desk, pushing her boobs together in the way that could usually get any man's attention, but to no avail. The assistant barely looked at her before shaking his head.
Tasha wanted to groan in frustration. She wasn't made to deal with this. With her hourglass figure and her natural charm, she had always had more suitors knocking at her door than she could keep up with - and she could keep up with a lot. But the business life was hard. Combine long working hours with the strict rules against getting it on with colleagues, and you had a situation in which casual sex like Tasha was used to was suddenly much more difficult to obtain. Now that the hot boss who had originally taken pity on her needy intern was out of town for a week, Tasha felt as underfucked as her first week at the company, if not worse.
Although she had of course expected that Niko's absence would put a damper on her 'employment benefits', she had initially relied on Raoul to provide at least some relief for her needs. After all, he'd been banging her on a more-than-daily basis before, and had seemed to enjoy that rather thoroughly. But ever since she'd accidentally left the door to Raoul's office open when Niko fucked her with the strap-on, allowing him to listen in on the pair more closely than usual, the assistant was suddenly no longer interested in fucking her.
Or so he said. Tasha wasn't fooled; she could tell when a man was sexually frustrated, and she would have bet her right tit that Raoul was having almost as hard a time as she was. He should have been easy as pie to seduce, especially when she already knew that he found her attractive. So why the hell was he ignoring her advances?
"Please?" She said, finally resorting to begging. It wasn't something that she'd had to do often, but the pleading tone came naturally to her in her current state. "I'm so fucking horny, I can't concentrate on anything." It was true; her clit was killing her, throbbing hotly between her legs, soaking up her attention. Her skin felt strange, her chest tight, and her vagina ached faintly to be filled. In short, she really needed to get laid. Since when was that so hard?
"Rub one out then," Raoul responded tersely. "Like everybody else when they're frustrated." He sounded almost angry now, and this made Tasha narrow her eyes at him suspiciously.
"Like you, you mean?"
She could picture it only too easily - the hurried, bashful way he would pump his cock in here, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, the whole thing over in a minute - and the idea, although somewhat erotic, annoyed her very much. Why would he suddenly prefer jerking off when they could be helping each other out like they used to?
"What's got
you
so frustrated?" She asked. "I know it's about the time you overheard me with Niko. But I don't get it - you already knew we were fucking, so what-?"
He finally looked at her, a small victory. His gaze was partially annoyed, but there was something else there, too. Something deeper, that she needed to figure out.
But in place of a response, Raoul simply turned back to his screen.
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Raoul thought Tasha was finally leaving him in peace when she jumped up and stormed off, slamming the door to Niko's office in a very immature way. Her anger pleased him; Tasha clearly took men's attention for granted, and it gave him a vindictive satisfaction to see her disappointed. She needed to learn that just because she was hot didn't mean she was exempt from the frustration everyone else had to deal with.
But of course, he had overestimated her. Within a minute, she was back in his office. He didn't look over, taking petty pleasure from withholding his attention, until she slammed an item on the desk between them and his eyes twitched toward it involuntarily.
His breath caught in his throat.
"What is it about this?" She asked, sounding exasperated. "What's so terrible that you won't fuck me anymore?"
Raoul tried to swallow but found it difficult. This was the object that had been giving him sleepless nights for the past week - and that was before he'd ever actually seen it. He had that sinking feeling again, and feebly cursed Tasha for showing this to him, adding more information to the sweltering pile of knowledge that he feared he'd never be able to unlearn.
The strap-on was smaller than he'd imagined, but curved and slightly textured. It was a glossy black, probably made from silicone that would be smooth to the touch. It was looped into a set of luxurious leather straps with silver links and applications; no tag or print to show the manufacturer. No doubt this was the highest quality, like everything Niko owned, and more likely than not custom-tailored to fit her body.
"Put that back," Raoul said, aiming to sound dismissive but hearing his voice crack. Only with several seconds of delay, he became aware that someone could come in at any moment, so he tore his gaze away and hurried to lock the door.
That's where Tasha cornered him, holding the toy in one hand and piercing him with a fierce gaze.
"You
want
it!" She said accusingly, ignoring his attempt to shush her. "That's the problem? Seriously?"