WARNING: No much sex as the heroine is too busy working...
CHAPTER 1
Brunette and with a fine figure largely concealed under unfashionable clothes, Milly Houston entered the office of newspaper editor Matt Easton, aware this was her last-chance interview. Although she worked hard and her output was considerable, her work lacked real flair and was considered thin on new and riveting facts that made readers sit up and talk about her contributions.
Matt, pencil behind his right ear, his penetrating blue-eyed focused on her face and that rather unnerved Milly. She'd much prefer him to look at her new boots or perhaps show he was red-blooded and stare at her breasts.
"Hi Milly, take a seat and sweat."
God, what a horrible man. Matt was attempting to pound her into submission so she'd end up resigning. The jerk!
"Tell me Milly, why are you here?"
"Three months ago..."
"No Milly, why are you working on the Dialabo Chronicle instead of serving fries at Martha's diner or even operating the cash register there or perhaps being day manager? The way you hair is and the way you dress prevents my from suggesting perhaps managing a dress store or owning your own hairdressing business."
"Matt, you have no right..."
"Can in Milly. We are talking about your career, not your ego or endeavoring to be political correct. Three months ago I put you on three months' notice requiring you to upgrade your performance significantly. At the end of that first month it was the combined opinion of the chief reporter, the news editor and me that your improvement was negligible. We thought kindly perhaps a 1% lift. The three of us completed our review yesterday and we noted a small improvement had occurred but was nowhere near the 50% target. Do you wish to resign now?"
"No I don't."
"Very well, continue for your final month at our expense."
"Damn you, I want you to make me a star."
"You have to be joking."
"You have turned people around during your illustrious career before your father put you into that chair."
"Oh Milly, they had natural talent. With you the cupboard appears bare."
"Appears or is bare?"
Matt rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You were recruited a year ago as a graduate from journalism school aged thirty-two instead of the usual twenty-two to twenty-five year old. Harry the chief reporter liked your smile so decided to take a risk and hire you, and now says that was bad judgment. Academically you were top student of your intake but very mediocre in news hounding. You were cited as having no nose for news – that should have sent Harry's alarm ringing. After fourteen months on the job and taking our money you still don't seem to understand how to dig for that killer angle."
"Aren't you overlooking I write well and you receive complimentary letters about my feature stories?"
"That's true but we have three feature specialists and don't require of a fourth. Also feature writing is more about content than praise."
"You are callous and wandering away from the point. You said the cupboard appears bare rather than is bare. Why?"
"Because I remain undecided about you."
"Oh yes, in other words you'd like to bend me over your desk to find if I'm good at that?"
Her deep green eyes flashed and that made Matt grin. She did have the fire. "Well, yes I can't deny the thought of that appeals to me..."
"What! How dare you."
"Excuse me, but the initial statement of me having the desire to bend your over my desk came from you."
"Oh god, damn you. You have me pinned down."
"Which is what the investigative side to good newspaper journalism is all about. You offered me your body over my desk and I'd report that as factual and as an aside might add the thought of that had some appeal to me."
"Is all of this relevant to my review?"
"Yes – it points to gaps in appreciation of how a reporter's mind needs to function. For instance I don't just see your butt over my desk after you've hitched up your dress and pulled down your panties...."
"God, this is sick."
"... I ask myself why is she doing this? Something must be motivating her? What will be the consequences if I take advantage of her? If I don't will she attempt to discredit me in some other way? How good is she at sex? If we do it will she talk about it to others?"
"Matt, are you out of your mind?"
"You're not listening young woman. Your mind is in frivolous mode again. Meanwhile my mind has raised a number of questions and my task if a reporter would be to set about getting the answers. Compared with the way you think about investigating a story my mind is streets beyond yours."
"So all that wasn't really about sex with me?"
"Good girl. It was purely the bones of a teaching example – the framework that required fleshing out and I did that by raising questions and the body of my story would come as I secured those answers. You report what you see and hear and more often than not you fail to flesh out your story, piling in words instead of facts, writing more frivolously than tersely."
"Oh god, I've been wasting my time."
"Perhaps?"
Milly looked at Matt disbelievingly. "Perhaps?"
"Yes. You have thirty days to made good."
"Matt, oh Matt. If you really think that please help me."
Matt asked was she serious about that and Milly said yes, definitely.
"I want you to move in with me for one month."
Shock ripped her face. "Matt, you're married."
"Apparently not. Julia has left me and has filed for dissolution of marriage. My attorney received the papers last week."
"So you wish to fuck me for my final month on this newspaper of which you are publisher-editor?"
"I said move in with me for a month. Give me your mind and body to control as an intense teaching lesson. If you want sex then feel free to fuck me."
"Matt, I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Milly, be a dumb broad and walk out now or think career, making something of yourself and go to your shared apartment now and pack your bags. You've picked me up at my home a couple of times so know the address."
"But what will people think?"
Matt said be a dumb broad if she wished. "This interview has ended; I have work to do."
Milly walked out in a daze into the newsroom and the four of the six other reporters plus the chief reporter in the room assumed she'd been fired. The news editor and four sub editors were too busy to look up. Milly who was due to work through till 10:00 pm said to Harry the chief reporter, "Matt said I was to go home and contemplate."
"Then off you go Milly. Think carefully and make the right decision."
She walked out knowing Harry had gotten that wrong; he'd meant decide whether to resign now or work out her last month of the three months' notice. She went to a bar fuming. What the fuck was wrong with her hair and her clothes? People were always congratulating her about her by-lined stories and those being the subject of an article often expressed appreciation of her sensitivity and accuracy in her writing. What did Matt and his henchmen want – blood? She wept over her drink.
* * *
Matt arrived home at 11:15 to find Milly in her car on his front lawn. Parking in the garage he walked back to her and saw the car was loaded.
"Good girl. I'll open the other garage door. Drive in and grab the bag you want tonight. We can unload in the morning. Had dinner?"
"Just a sandwich."
"I have a hot-pot on slow cook. There's more than enough for two. Have you been crying?"
"Yes."
"Good, I like you honesty and it will cleanse your spirit. From tonight you are taking your life on a ride. I'll make up a bed for you."
"I'll sleep with you but no sex until I say so."
"Fair enough, that was the condition I suggested."
They ate dinner in virtual silence, although Milly complimented the chef.
When they finished Matt carried the plates to the sink and said he'd clean up in the morning.
"I'll do the dishes now."
"No, you have had an emotional time today. Come and watch some light TV. Lie against me in the big chair. Julia used to do that when we were in love."
Milly followed him into the TV room like a lamb, yawning. She didn't last long, falling asleep. He carried her into the bedroom suite and placing her on the bed removed her dress and shoes, finding under the bulky dress she had a really lovely body. He licked his lips but did nothing more than pull the bedclothes back and roll her on to that side and cover her. She groaned but didn't appear to wake up although she did murmur, "Where am I?"
"Safe, with Matt," he whispered and there was no answer.
Matt went to sleep thinking perhaps he'd dream about fucking the butt off Milly. Tomorrow was Saturday so Milly would also have tomorrow off. Jim the news editor was acting editor at weekends. Matt made a note to have Harry schedule Milly's days off as Saturday and Sunday for the next month.
During the night Matt awoke to find Milly was under the blankets working his cock into an erection. He lay relaxed with a big smile on his face and she almost had him off, but not quite. She then rolled onto to her back without a word and he knew her legs were wide open. So he crawled between them and sank his very ready cock into her. It went in a treat because she was well lubed and her saliva was all over his dick.
Matt had thrust into her no more than thirty times when she squeezed. He felt this enormous pressure on his dick, although it was still sliding – but only just – in and out along her sheath. He exploded. She groaned and as he untangled she rolled over onto her side. He went out for a pee and returned with a towel and she awoke to cooperate as he attempted to push it between her legs. She rolled her shoulders back and murmured, "Kiss" and so they kissed. Matt could scarcely control his delight; at this level of cooperation; he'd make her into a much better journalist within a month or his name wasn't Matt Easton.
Matt moved in behind her and draped an arm over her hip. She pulled it up to cup one of her pert and firm breasts and she murmured "nice." He wondered if he'd now dream about Milly fucking the butt off him but if he did dream that it was not in front-of-mind by the time in the morning when she'd pulled the curtains back and he saw she was in a tracksuit.
"I run for around five miles from 6:00 most mornings. Are you up to it?"
He thought why not, so jumped out of bed.
"Did I really have that in me last night or was it a dream?"
"You had cum oozing out of you when I brought a towel to you."
"Oh, that's how that towel got there. I should have sniffed it and would have know the reason."
"Oh, thinking like a good reporter leaving no fact unturned. Very good," he smiled.
As he suspected, she ran him into the ground. Before completing the fourth mile he staggered to a public seat and waited to be goaded. She did that but began with unexpected sophistication.
"And what lesson did we learn today?"
"I should have stayed in bed."
"Oh good boy. But that averts the problem, rather than solves it. What did you fail to do macho man?"
Feeling his drained body was returning to couple with his mind again Matt thought, attempting to find the answer she was angling for. It came to him. "At the outset I should have said it's a while since I've done some running so I should have asked could I set the pace?"
"Oh brilliant, good boy. Let's grab a cab."
