Author's Note: This is the second chapter of "Intern Office Slut", but can be read as a stand-alone; all you need to know from the first chapter is that Tasha is very horny and the sex she's been having with her boss isn't coercive in any way.
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It had been a rough couple of days for Raoul. He was usually an excellent assistant, and prided himself on his hard work, his stamina and his attention to detail. He had been with Niko for six years now, and she had told him on more than one occasion that he was the best assistant she had ever had. A terrific compliment from a woman like Niko, and one he worked hard to continue living up to.
But ever since she'd picked up that ...
girl
, Raoul couldn't help but think ... he hadn't been quite up to his usual standards. Miraculously, Niko hadn't said anything so far; if he was lucky, she might be so deep into her ... whatever it was she was doing with Tasha ... that she hadn't noticed he was slacking. So today, Raoul had come to the office with the best intentions, determined to catch up on everything he was behind on before his boss got wind of it.
To no avail. He'd had a good start; coming in early before anybody else had given him a head start and he'd been a good two hours into his work before Niko even arrived. But of course, Tasha had walked in shortly after, greeting him sweetly as she crossed through his office on her way to Niko's. And that had been the end of his productive morning.
He didn't understand what Niko saw in the girl, he mused with annoyance, as unmistakable noises began to drift under Niko's door. Or rather, he did see it, of course he did, he wasn't blind, but he really hadn't thought Niko would be into that kind of woman. You know, the youthful perky kind, with huge breasts and pouty lips and long smooth legs and who dressed like that. It was really rather ridiculous.
Not that he didn't fall for it himself whenever Tasha strutted in and smiled at him; not that he didn't catch his eyes staring where he didn't want to, or feel his body reacting, but he shrugged it off. It was just a trick she had, so transparent, like a monkey pressing a button. He was above this.
Even her moans sounded fake, he thought, aware that he was stooping to pettiness now, but honestly, Tasha sounded like she'd fallen straight out of a porno. A cheap one. Maybe she
was
a porn star, Raoul certainly wouldn't be surprised. Through all the noise she was making, he couldn't hear a single sound of Niko's.
Unless, of course, Niko was just that quiet. He figured that would suit her. She was like that, the kind of person who even got quieter when she was angry. Niko never lost control.
Usually. What she was doing with the new intern could, possibly, be described as a little bit out of control.
Sighing, Raoul turned back to his e-mails, and forced himself to type out a reply to a particularly urgent one. When he scanned it routinely before sending, he found not one, not two, but three typos.
This was a fiasco.
At least the noises next door were picking up. Tasha's increasingly shrill moans had been joined by something that sounded like furniture bumping into his wall. Perhaps they were almost done in there for now. High time, too, after all Niko should be preparing-
A glance at his computer clock showed only ten minutes had passed since Tasha had come in. Oh. But anyway Niko ought to be preparing for the board meeting. And not by screwing her junior assistant into the file cabinet, the way it sounded like she was doing.
He wondered briefly how she was doing it, and regretted it instantly because now he could see it again: Niko's tall slender shape half-bending over her desk, the crumpled tails of her blouse shivering above a tiny sliver of visible ass as she moved with small, slow, controlled thrusts. She hadn't even stopped when he entered, had let him watch as she curled in slightly toward the desk, her orgasm unmistakable with how she'd stiffened, stilled, and with that glorious, satisfied groan she'd let out.
He hadn't even seen Tasha at first, only her bare legs as she knelt before Niko. He hadn't known whose face his boss was fucking, had expected a man until she'd straightened and turned and stepped away from the girl on the floor. The fucking picture of a slut on the floor, kneeling with her legs wide open, hastily dragging her t-shirt back up to cover her perfect tits.
Niko, being Niko, had straightened herself out and gone more or less straight on a phone call with a tough investor, whom she had proceeded to talk into parting with three million dollars. All while Raoul next door produced the necessary paperwork to create a previously non-existent position for Tasha as 'junior assistant', and then sat for a solid half hour just staring at Niko's door, feeling slightly nauseous, and trying to calm down his boner.
He'd been doing that a lot in the five days that had passed since then. For all he griped to himself about how insatiable Tasha's appetite seemed to be, he had to admit he was worse; at least Niko seemed perfectly able to get all her work done in between their debauchery. Raoul, on the other hand, felt on edge all the time; when he couldn't hear them fucking next door, he was thinking about it, remembering it, picturing it, wondering if they were doing it quietly or when they would do it again.
He hated thinking about it, but he also couldn't stop, and neither could he stop the swelling in his pants whenever his mind brushed the topic. Because he might be above Tasha's tricks, but Niko was ... something else. She was brilliant, tough, decent, and devastatingly gorgeous, and Raoul admired her greatly. Actually, he did a good deal more than admire her, but she was out of reach, and so he'd resigned himself to being the best assistant she'd ever had -- until Tasha had come along, and within one week of her arrival Niko was riding her face,
loudly
, and now Raoul couldn't stop thinking about Niko that way. Niko taking and granting and towering and smothering and grabbing and grinding and coming.
From the other room, a long squeal could be heard that couldn't possibly be Niko's; the thumps sped up. Before he could stop himself, Raoul had pressed one palm against his erection, rubbing it slowly through the fabric until the noises from the other room subsided and he needed to sit up straight and look professional.
Not two minutes later, Niko emerged, looking impeccable in an all-black outfit, and asked for a file he'd been meaning to prepare since yesterday. Deeply embarrassed, he claimed it was almost ready, and then spent the next half hour typing frantically as he tried to accomplish the work of several hours in a fraction of the time.
