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Note: If you haven't already, read the previous chapters of That New Guy, which are prequels to this story.
Back at the office, Meg wanted to find Deb to let her know that the stakes had just been raised but Jake just needed something to eat. He headed to the break room and was debating what to buy from the vending machine when Deb walked in. His first thought was that Meg must have told her what had just happened and that Deb had come looking for him to initiate whatever the next step was going to be.
"So, I guess Meg told you that she took me out at lunch," he said, trying to sound casual.
"No, actually I haven't seen Meg," she replied, "but I'm assuming, since you're buying something from the vending machine, that you didn't get anything to eat while you were out with Meg. That's a shame because, if I had taken you out, I would have offered you something to eat...something soft and smooth and wet."
His gaze dropped from her chest down below her waist, then up to her face. "Smooth" was the word that stood out. Not that he minded a bush, especially a nicely groomed landing strip like Meg had, but eating a smooth pussy was always a treat. Deb was just looking back at him, knowing that the power was about to shift back her way.
"Shall we meet after work and I'll make sure you get something to eat?" she asked. When he nodded dumbly, she turned around and walked out, not even sticking around to get the tea that she'd gone in there for in the first place.
Just as Meg had, Deb found Jake waiting for her outside the building at the end of their workday.
"Should I just follow you?" Jake asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but don't get lost. I'd hate to be sitting there all alone with no one to feed."
They got in their vehicles and he trailed her out of the parking lot. She knew of a different secluded place they could park where there was no chance of being interrupted. She lived alone and could have taken him home but she didn't necessarily want him to know where she lived. When she parked and shut off her car, he pulled in beside her and did the same. She stepped around to the back of their cars and, when he joined her, she hiked up her skirt, revealing that she'd slipped her panties off before they'd left the office.
"Hungry?" she asked, sitting up on the trunk of his car with her legs spread and her heels on the back bumper. He didn't even respond; he just started kissing his way along her soft, smooth inner thighs, alternating from one side to the other until he reached her shaved pussy. She was already wet just from thinking about him eating her pussy and this was getting her even more worked up. When he ran his tongue up her slit and tasted her flowing nectar, she moaned and lay back against the back window. She cupped her tits through her blouse, running her hands over her hard nipples, then started to unbutton her blouse. He was watching as he lapped at her pussy, happy that he was apparently going to get to see her succulent tits as he was eating her. His cock was already rock hard and he was feeling pretty certain that, even if Deb didn't know that Meg had fucked him, she would probably take advantage of the opportunity, anyway. It wouldn't be the first time he got laid twice in the same day by two different women, but it would be the first time it had occurred with two coworkers. He had a strong feeling that he was going to love this new job.
While he watched Deb caressing her tits through her bra, he was focusing his licking on her clit as he slipped a finger into her hot, slippery pussy. She moaned again and was starting to gyrate her pussy toward his face in rhythm with his pumping finger. He'd had his fair share of success with women, and he was well aware that it was due more to his looks than his brains or personality, but, to his credit, he always did his best to provide satisfaction when he was put in a position to do so. He knew that his looks could only keep women interested for so long so, rather than trying to develop his intelligence or personality, he focused on being a good lover. He figured if women were shallow enough to be interested in him for his looks, they would be more likely to have sex with him than to want to have a deep conversation with him. And if he was able to satisfy them, they'd be more likely to come back for more even if there were no deep conversations.