Then what about Brad - an Elise side adventure fanfic. Ch. 2
********* DISCLAIMER ***************
Captain_Ron has written several stories about the lovely Elise. In one of these stories (Wedding Bells ch.1) there is one question that Elise's friend and maid of honor Emily asks her, when Elise claims to have been totally faithful to her boyfriend all the time they have been together: "Then what about Ryan, or Brad, or..."
In my opinion this implies quite a bit. So much in fact that I will try my hand at narrating what might have happened.
Yes, Captain_Ron has given me permission to write these.
Yes, these are fanfiction and can not be considered canon.
Yes, it would help a lot to read the original works first, but these should be readable on their own. That said, some references will only make sense if you are familiar with the original stories.
There are several of these stories. They intertwine every now and then. This chapter takes us behind Brad's office door.
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Brad enjoyed his position as manager of the sales team. He liked the products and the people in his department were all putting in top effort, which did not go unnoticed by top management. He would often receive great reviews and words of praise for the efficiency and skills demonstrated by his team.
He would bring these greetings, along with the occasional reward, back to the seventh floor, where they would celebrate and cheer each other on. People were in good spirits and it showed. Naturally, Brad did not fool himself to think this was only due to his magnificence. No, he was acutely aware that the addition of 'cookie day' and 'angle duty' had made more people turn up in the office and go full speed, instead of going full speed from home.
Every time they reached a milestone there would be a gathering in the office and Elise would be there - always in a cocktail dress, since it was a worthy occasion. The compliments would rain down on her and she would do a twirl and be her lovingly, flirty self - to everyone's enjoyment.
Yes, Brad truly loved his job, and now that he was encouraged to study everything about Elise's attire without the faintest trace of embarrecement, he saw no downside to this job. Or - there was one issue that Brad did not feel all that great about. Spreadsheets. He could read the reports and charts, and could handle numbers and accounting well enough, but those goddamn spreadsheets taunted him every time he wanted to perform even the easiest of tasks. Now he was facing such a task and the clock was ticking. It was Friday evening, most of the building was empty, but here he was - stuck with an uncooperative computer file from hell.
At the same time, Elise was gathering her stuff after another successful cookie day. This one had been a little different, as she had worn white yoga pants and a cropped black t-shirt with a band logo and a scantily clothed, hot, female demon. The pants would become quite sheer when the material was pulled tight, so she had done several stretches on top of the conference table. The loose t-shirt had, in several poses, given the audience ample sight of her boobs. They had all loved the performance, even if she had kept her clothes on the whole time. She had however noticed that Brad did not attend the lunch session, but now she saw that the light was still on in his office, so she decided to peep by to see if everything was OK.
Brad sat hovered over lots of paper and apparently tried to work out something in a combination of a rather nasty looking spreadsheet on his computer screen and the myriad of information bits on his desk. Judging from the pile of coffee cups he had been at it for quite some time. Elise lingered in the doorway for another moment while taking in the scene. Brad was indeed a very good-looking guy with gorgeous eyes and a well-trained body, but now that he looked stressed and tired, she felt an instant need to care for him.
"We missed you at lunch," she said with a soft voice.
Brad didn't even seem to startle, but only lifted his eyes from the papers onto her frame in the doorway.
"Hello there, gorgeous! Yeah, sorry about that. It's just these reports and people not capable of using spreadsheets is a killer combination for accruing bonus work that nobody wants," he said with a tired smile.
"Anything I could help you with?" she asked while entering his office and closing the door behind her.
"Actually, another set of eyeballs could probably spot the problems a lot faster, thanks!"
Brad was eager to jump on the offer for several reasons. It was Friday and he had a date planned. Elise used to do some of these tasks before she got her promotion, so she would no doubt have lots of insight, and lastly, Elise was a wonderful person to be around, with her bubbly personality and scorching hot body.
Boss or not, he would definitely tap that if given the chance. During the company retreat she'd given him a blowjob and a handjob, and he had made her cum with his fingers - and her boyfriend was onboard and OK with everything. And this new tradition with a cookie day every fortnight was driving him almost insane with lust for this vixen. So yes, it was easy for Brad to accept her help. Maybe he would even get in some angle duty while she was there.
Elise sauntered over to his desk and bent over to take a closer look at the screen. She knew the reporting process by heart and had a few guesses where Brad might have gone wrong. She could feel how his eyes were wandering along her figure and she made a point of bending at the hips to make sure that her pants would tighten as much as possible on her tight bum.
"Well," she began without looking at him so as to not catch him red handed ogling her, "it would help if you used the correct form."
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes with a broad smile on her face.
"Goddammit!" Brad exclaimed, with clenched jaws. "That's the most embarrassing thing ever. I know I'm not great with these forms, but that is such a rookie mistake," Brad said with a look of defeat on his beet red face.
"You seem pretty stressed, and you did miss our lunch gathering today. Let's get that fixed first and then we will handle the report afterwards," Elise said with a beaming smile and her best Builder Bob attitude.
Then she stood up, turned towards Brad and got down on her knees between his legs, leaving Brad speechless in his chair. She was still flying high on the built up horniness from her biweekly performance earlier, and that in turn dictated her current actions.
"I've heard from several guys that I give a pretty good stress reliever, and if memory serves me correct you were pretty content when we did this during the retreat, so I guess we could test that now as well, if that's OK," she said while opening his fly.
"Just let me know if you'd want me to stop," she continued while fishing his now erect cock from his trousers.
"I'm totally OK with this form of relaxing," he answered with a slight sigh over his own stupidity with the form, but mostly due to this turn of events.
He had hoped for a repeat performance after the company retreat and now it was happening. Elise stroked his cock slowly while licking up the underside of the shaft. Brad lifted slightly from the chair, just enough to push his trousers and boxers to his ankles.
"Now, your job is to close your eyes and relax. Concentrate on your breathing and just let go of all that's on your mind," she said in a soothing voice while licking and kissing her way up and down his engorged rod, all the time stroking it.
Then she took the head in her mouth, and after a few moments while swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, she engulfed the entire length in one fluent motion. She held him there in her throat for a few seconds until Brad had regained his composure. Then she slowly withdrew and started bobbing on half of his cock while jerking the bottom half with her right hand and cradling his balls with her left.
Brad could not believe his luck. Just this morning he was certain that this day was determined to be his demise as all of his reports came back with major faults and mistakes, and he would probably have to work through the weekend to fix the issues, missing out on his date with Melissa and a perfectly nice weekend. Now, not only did he have a solution in sight, but he also had his cock in Elises mouth, and she was doing an excellent job of draining his stress in a rapidly oncoming orgasm.
"You are so good at that. I'm gonna cum very soon," he managed to squeak out in between short-breathed pants.
Elise responded by doing a couple of deep throat maneuvers before she yet again concentrated on stimulating Brad's glans. She noticed the telltale of him cumming and swiftly lodged his cock between her lips so she could taste and swallow his seed while she continued to jack him off. Brad informed of his imminent arrival just as the first spurts hit Elise's tongue, and Brad uttered his pleas to some divine being.
The taste was better than she remembered from the retreat, albeit with a tinge of coffee that tasted a bit sour. Pineapple was definitely a major part of Brads diet, she gathered, as she kept on jacking and swallowing, and Brad kept up his devotional moment of 'oh god' and 'oh fuck' in alterations. When she was certain that he was completely spent, she licked him clean, before lifting his garments back up his legs and tucking the joystick back inside his trousers.
