Checking his phone for any contact from Sophie or Hilary, he found nothing but a voicemail from his secretary Tessa. She was little more than a jumped-up intern at the office and yet her tone on the phone was thick with sarcasm as she reminded Olly he was meant to be in the city ten minutes ago.
On that train journey in, he struggled with his shirt collar. It was constantly scratching his neck, while his tie seemed tight around his throat. He couldn't wait to get home and take all this pretence off, to get back to sultry pictures of Sophie. On entering the small office he was angered to see Tessa sitting at his desk. She always overreached herself.
"Get out from there." He snarled, he really wasn't in the mood for her attitude today. Tessa looked up at her so-called line-manager. She was barely a year younger than this macho, yet he got to order her about whilst she suffered away on a minimal salary from this useless internship. She had a degree in management, for what? To make Olly coffee? She remained in his seat while she studied her oppressor, was he sweating?
Olly really couldn't be doing with the insubordination of this girl. She sat there like she owned the place, owned him. He had never really considered her attractive, and therefore she was really only good for making coffee or drafting his reports for him. She had a mousy look to her, small frame and unkempt curly hair, almost boyish. Olly felt nothing but disgust for her. Tessa finally relented, she got up from Olly's desk and made to leave. As she past him, she felt a hard slap to her arse.
"Coffee you stupid wench."
Tessa froze in astonishment. Had he actually just slapped her arse? She turned and threw a look at him, but Olly was already busy with his laptop, chuckling at his little victory. Her thoughts were consumed with loathing for this arrogant prick, he really needed to be brought down a peg or two; perhaps she'd tell Marie the office manager, after all there were three women in the office and just one guy, Olly. He shouldn't be allowed to strut about like the proud cock.
As he sat at his desk, the hours crawled by. He longed to be home again, to further explore this new sexual revelation of his. He could no longer deny it, something about Sophie had a profound effect on him. She wasn't girlfriend material by any stretch of the imagination. She was from a poor rural background with absolutely no breeding or affluence, as well as being about five years older. And yet there was something about her. Yesterday's event felt like a vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. He was relieved to have come out of it intact, neither of the two ladies had made contact with him, they were probably as embarrassed as he was from the whole ordeal. Sophie would be on the train home this evening, if he flirted with her, perhaps he could cop a feel of those enormous tits, she'd probably let him the desperate slut.
Tessa's lazy drawl interrupted his thoughts "Call for you. It's Sophie. You know Sophie right?"
"Put her through now!" Olly failed to hide the panic in his voice, he certainly didn't want to leave those two girls chatting on the phone. He was well aware they somehow knew each other. Picking up the receiver, Olly wiped his sweating forehead. His tie was choking him so he yanked it off in anger and undid his top buttons.
"Yes...Sophie?"
"-Olly! Good to speak to you, just letting you know, don't look for me on the train tonight, I didn't go into the city today. But you can come by my place afterwards, Hopefully see you then!"
With that she hung up. What did it mean? She had sounded very friendly, happy even. The prospect of seeing her again arose feelings of lust but also of anxiety. Would she mention what had happened? Had she kept the photos she had taken? But to see her, at her place, it was a perfect chance to make a move. Despite his macho appearance, Olly had shied away from ever sleeping with a girl. His good looks and athletic body had presented him with plenty of opportunities but the prospect of his little secret being exposed had always deterred him. But Sophie now knew of his little affliction and she still seemed eager. Maybe it wasn't actually that small? Perhaps it pretty average. Sure girls talk of huge dicks but they probably didn't exist, Olly had never seen one. An infamous lay with Sophie tonight would prepare him for Eleanor next week. He'd go into that date a man, not a boy.
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He knocked on the door quietly, his previous confidence for this rendezvous had since deserted him. She had the pictures! What would she do with them if he slept with her then scarpered? Sophie immediately opened the door.
And she looked stunning.
Her hair had been done in a new wavy style and she stood tall in black high heels with a figure hugging dress to match. She bounded forward and gave Olly a fulsome hug. He felt those beauties press against his chest. He in turn pulled her closer into him.
"So glad you could find the time Olly!" She said before giving him an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek. She was always trying to kiss him hello and goodbye, until now Olly had shirked this affection with disdain.
"Not a problem." Olly stammered, finding himself leaning in to turn kiss her cheek. Sophie's face lit up with his impromptu display of affection, they spent a brief moment smiling at each other. It was how Sophie always imagined it.
Regaining control Sophie took Olly by the hand and walked him into the flat. "Steph and Kate are at a bar so we're alone for now. My bedroom's through here."
Olly couldn't believe it was this easy as she led him into her bedroom, he was finally going to fuck a girl! On entering the room Olly's hopes were reinforced. The lights had been dimmed, an incense candle was burning and classic slow music was playing. He felt his little dick stir with excitement. Sophie pushed him down so he was sitting on the bed, she leant in and kissed him hard on the lips. Olly immediately reciprocated and Sophie was in heaven. It took all her strength to pull out and regain composure.
"I've made something for you." She said as she picked up a large book from her desk. Handing it to Olly she sat onto the bed beside him and put her arms across his broad shoulders. Whispering into his ear she said "It's a photo album." Olly couldn't believe it! Had she taken photos of herself for him?! He hoped to God there were some naked ones of her luscious tits.
"Open it. Take a look."
As he opened the album and took in the sight of the naked body before him Olly's faculties began to desert him. He struggled to breath, his head was pounding and his eyes were already watering. On each and every page was a naked picture, and they were all of him. Olly let out an audible cry as he came to the first picture Sophie had taken, with him sitting on the floor, legs apart, tears streaming down his cheeks. And right there front and centre, a pathetic little dick sticking out. It really did look small to Olly, a little stub smaller than the drooping testicles. Sophie leaned in and kissed his ear, "That one is my favourite."
Fighting back the tears, Olly looked at Sophie with hurt and confusion. "Why have you done this?" He stammered through his heavy breathing.
Sophie's expression turned from deep abiding love to anger. "I did it for you! You're so proud of your body I thought it should be celebrated. Every INCH of you."
"-Tell me no one else has seen this?" Olly still felt a flicker of hope, if this was intended for him, he could simply burn it and pretend that morning had ever happened.
"Well..."
"Sophie PLEASE!"
She looked at him with disappointment. He had been so charming earlier, and she had spent all day immortalising his modesty in this album, and this was how he treated her efforts? He was still in it for himself. It seemed Hilary had been right in her prediction - Sophie had harboured hopes that Olly would come to the inevitable need for them to be together independently but clearly Hilary's proposal was now necessary.
"Hilary has her own photos." - Olly whelped in terror - "But she's agreed not to use them for her art exhibitions without my permission."
Olly couldn't understand the link, "your permission?"
"Isn't it obvious my love? I can't have my boyfriend exposed in front of an entire art gallery without my say so."
Olly could simply not fathom what the conspiring bitch was talking about.
Recognising the look of utter stupidity on his face Sophie resolved to explain it in a way this dick-thick could understand.
"Look I get it. You're rightly ashamed of your micro-dick. Hilary said some very nasty things about it and you're afraid that every girl who sees it will laugh at you and want nothing to do with you."
With these soul-crunching words Olly felt said cock retreat into itself. He moaned quietly in despair.
"But you don't have to worry. I still love you, even despite your cute little dicklet. It won't affect our relationship, well not too much."
Olly turned to look at Sophie. Her cheeks were flushed as she pulled him closer to her. He looked down at those glorious breast barely an inch away. At that point his phone rang. Both of them jumped, startled as they were jolted back into the real world. It was Eleanor. Seeking an escape from Sophie's temptress embrace, Olly forcibly shoved her off him and answered the phone.
Sophie was simply astounded by his rudeness. She had tried to make this as romantic as possible for both of them, she wanted to start their relationship on the right foot; everything she had done was to save Olly from deep humiliation. But it seemed Hilary was right all along, there was only one way to force him to submit. It was déjà vu for Sophie as he laughed and joked on the phone to Eleanor, talking about plans for next week, how dare he!
Olly tried to string the conversation out for as long as possible. It felt so good to be him again. Eleanor would help him break free from Sophie's lustful hold over him. But after ten long minutes Eleanor had to hang up. Suddenly she was off the phone and it was just him and Sophie. Sophie's face was fixed with rage, she didn't say anything, but her look of hurt dragged Olly right back to where she had had him. Seeking to end the tension, Olly slowly put his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. She complied silently. God she felt good to Olly. He slowly moved his hands up from her waist towards her breasts. She didn't seem to mind. Finally he cupped both with a hand and squeezed gently. Ecstasy! They were bigger than his grasp and so he began to freely grope her chest, squeezing ever harder.
"Stop! What are you doing!" Olly felt her knee smash into his groin. The all too familiar pain winded him as he fell to the foot of Sophie's bed. He strained to look up at a wrathful Sophie.
"HOW DARE YOU! You plan a date with that bitch, hurting my feelings on purpose!" He spotted tears in her Sophie's eyes.
Olly realised this charade had now gone far enough, she was clearly unhinged. He needed to cut his losses quickly. "Look I'm sorry Sophie but I am going to date Eleanor and you will just have to accept that." With those words, Olly realised he had immediately made a mistake, Sophie's hand came hard and sharp across his face. As Olly laid on the floor, clutching his burning cheek, the photo album was placed before him.
"Steph and Kate will be back soon. What fun it will be for them to discover your little secret."
