The Mistress Pt 04

Frank rolled over and grabbed his phone. He hit snooze on the alarm.

Three snoozes later, he made his way to sitting up in bed, looking red-eyed at his phone.

"Do you have to hit snooze so many times, Frank?" his wife asked, still rolled up under the covers. "I'm trying to sleep. Just set your alarm for when you are actually going to get up already."

"What the fuck do you know about it," he snarled, but he stood up, and made his way to the bathroom.

He heard the coffee maker in the kitchen beeping right on time. Good enough. He finished in the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee and reached into the refrigerator for some milk.

There wasn't any milk.

Fucking woman, he thought. Sleeps until ten each day and can't even keep God damn milk in the house consistently.

He found some almond milk like what the California kids liked. He unscrewed the cap, smelled it. Smelled pretty bad to him.

Black it is, he thought. I'll make her go to the store later.

Sitting at the kitchen table with his coffee, he opened up his email.

But he probably shouldn't have. The first email was from John Claire. Frank hated John Claire. He had no idea why he hadn't fired John Claire when he wanted to last week.

Good morning Frank,

John wrote.

Good news- not only can we consider phase one of the security upgrades completed, but we've made great progress on the phase two metrics. About a quarter of the way done, and we didn't need to use up as much weekend overtime as we thought we might have needed to get caught up. Let's set up a meeting -

Frank closed his laptop. Jesus fucking Christ.

His phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up and took a look.

A message from baby doll.

Nice, he thought.

I hope you like it,

she wrote, next to a little winking smiley emoticon.

And there she was, beautiful little baby doll, wearing nothing but some sheer and expensive looking underwear in a picture. There were a few pictures of that, one of her kneeling, one with a view from her tight little stomach up to her plump tits, one she had taken of herself from above.

His cock jumped in his boxers looking at Morgan wearing the underwear he told her to buy.

Good little baby doll, he thought, sliding his stiffening dick out from the slit in his underwear. Good and obedient like always. You know who takes care of you.

He looked at her unsmiling lips in the pictures, and thought about her wrapping her mouth around him, sucking up and down on him, drinking the cum from his squirting dick the way he liked to make her do. He got harder as he thought about that.

"Frank? Are you still out there?" his wife yelled from the bedroom.

Fuck.

"What the fuck do you

want?"

he yelled back. He got up and got into the shower.

***

"Ooh, I like your coat," Zoe said, stroking the wool. "It looks so warm! Is it

new?"

Morgan blushed.

"Yeah, you know... my old coat was wearing out, and wasn't very good... I got myself a new one."

"Lucky

you.

Looks

expensive."

"I guess."

"Good for you. Treat yourself."

Wei walked into the shared office space, holding a cup of green tea in a clear glass jar, the leaves swirling around inside.

"Oh! Nice coat, Morgan," she said.

"Thank you."

Wei pursed her lips together looking at Morgan. She seemed stressed, Wei thought. Like she hasn't been sleeping enough.

"I'm sorry I've been a little rough on you," she continued, taking a sip of her hot tea. "I've been a little stressed this semester, you probably have too. Sorry I took it out on you."

Morgan hung her new coat up on the rack. She walked over and gave the smaller woman a gentle hug.

"I know, Wei. I'm sorry, too. I haven't been myself lately. I'm trying to be better."

"Group

hug!"

Zoe announced in a singsong voice and embraced the other two women.

When the three women separated, Wei kept her hand on Morgan's forearm.

"I've noticed that you haven't been yourself. I hope you know that I care for you. I hope you know that I'm your friend, and that you can always come to me."

"I know, Wei," Morgan smiled. "I know I can. But I'm OK. I think it's just the stress of school and working here. I'm not sure I'm learning what I thought I would be learning at this internship."

Wei smiled.

"Right. Fucking Excel, you know?"

"Something like that."

***

Lynda looked over at the shared office space where the interns were. She took a sip of her cup of coffee.

She watched the three young women hug. It made her smile. She was happy to think that they had each other, she knew how hard it was for women to make their way up in the corporate world.

There were a lot of predatory sharks in every office aquarium, and sometimes young women could be swallowed up whole by one of them.

Lynda was proud of her job mentoring the interns that worked at Maxon International, she tried to be firm, but helpful, and she often kept in touch with some of them after they moved on with their professional lives.

Some of them didn't make it. Lynda didn't like to think about those.

If Lynda would have guessed at the start of the internships, she would have been concerned about Zoe the most. A flighty girl, not able to focus very long on any particular task. Lynda thought that she might have to push Zoe a little harder than most.

But it was Morgan who Lynda came to be the most concerned about. When Morgan had first started at Maxon, she had a clear-eyed zeal and a confidence about herself that Lynda found inspiring. It had been heartbreaking to see Morgan develop a furtive and hunted look about herself.

Morgan now had a nervous laugh that Lynda did not recall hearing those months ago. Her eyes were very often pointed right at the floor.

Hopefully Wei can help, Lynda thought. Wei is quiet and smart and strong. Maybe she can take Morgan under her wing.

Lynda picked up the phone and dialed an extension.

"Hello?" the man answered.

"Hello John? John Claire? This is Lynda Wainwright up in bookkeeping. How are you?"

"Oh! Lynda! Yes, we met yesterday. I remember. How are you?"

"Good. I just wanted to thank you for letting me know that my intern wasn't feeling well. Morgan?"

"Yes."

"It was kind of you to take notice of her. She's feeling much better now, and I wanted to say thanks."

"You're very welcome."

"So, John, I think it's a little funny that we've worked here so long together, and I don't think we've ever actually met before. Isn't that silly? I was thinking that maybe I would take you to lunch and say thanks. We could go out into the City, if you wanted? There's a Szechuan place I like out there, but we could always just eat in the cafeteria if you didn't feel you could get away."

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "No, we could go out for lunch. They've got us geeks down here in the Bowels, so I'm not too far from the front lobby. I could come up and meet you there?"

"The Bowels?"

"You don't want to know. It's just computers and fluorescent lights and instant coffee and shit. Water pipes all over the ceilings. We had a plant, but it died because we're underground. That kind of thing."

She laughed.

"You could put in for another plant," she said mischievously. "This is Maxon International- we have the money for a ficus or what have you."

"You know, Lynda, I was too attached to that plant, and when it died, my heart broke," he laughed. "I'm not ready to move on yet. But I am ready for some Szechuan, though."

Lynda laughed too.

"I'll see you at noon, John."

***

Frank's phone rang in his office.

"Frank Abruzzi," he announced, picking it up.

"Frank, Jack here," the CEO greeted.

"Hello Jack- what a day, huh? Does it ever stop raining in this City?"

The two men laughed.

"Not in November it doesn't, anyway," Jack went on. "Look, I was calling to give you some praise. I stopped by the offices where the geeks are, and your boys downstairs tell me that the security upgrades are right on track. That's news I can use, Frank, and I'll be looking forward to reporting that to the board and the owners."

"They said that?"

"Yeah, well, look, I just wanted to stop by and say hello like I do, you know I like to be hands-on. Not trying to go behind your back or anything. But they all seemed very happy to have broken the logjam that they had with the rollouts, and John was telling me - "

"John?"

"Yeah, John Claire? Quiet guy. He's been with us I don't know how long, and I can't think of when he's said more than a dozen words about anything. He just does his work and keeps his head down- "

"I know who he is."

"Sharp guy. Anyway, I wanted to congratulate you on the progress. It seems like your team and you are really clicking, and I like what I'm seeing. I'll be sure to pass that along."

The CEO hung up.

Oh, fuck me, Frank thought. Now I'm stuck with this asshole.

Doesn't mean I can't go yell at him anyway. Don't let this get to his head- he's still nobody around here and he shouldn't think that he is.

Frank got up to head down to the Bowels. Time to ruin someone's day.

***

Frank made his way over to the stairs and began to head down. His expensive wingtip shoes snapped loudly on the concrete.

He made his way down a few flights, and there she was.

Again.

This time just standing there looking up, as if she thought he might be coming.

"Hello, Lynda," he said gruffly.

"Hello, Frank."

"Can I help you?"

She shrugged and beckoned him down.

"Come on down. There's nothing to be scared of here."

"I'm not scared," he chuckled. I mean, what did she weigh, a hundred twenty, a hundred thirty? Small gal. He was hardly scared of her.

"Good."

He walked down the stairs and stood in front of her.

"So why are you here, anyway?" he demanded. "Why are you in this stairway? No one uses the stairs. Are you crying? Smoking something? You can't smoke in this building, you know."

"I know," she said. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "I just like to have a little quiet time. You know? The offices can be so busy."

"They better be," he said. "People get paid enough to stay busy! This isn't some mom and pop operation around here."

"Oh, I know. It can be very stressful, though. Don't you think? Sometimes it can be very stressful and it's good to be able to do things to relax. To have a little privacy."

He grunted.

She stepped in a little closer to him, keeping her eyes on his face.

"Maybe you don't need that," she went on quietly. "I guess that men don't always need privacy to relax, do they?"

"Not always but- "

"Shh," she said. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, not looking away from him.

"What are you doing?"

"Sometimes men need other things to relax, don't they, Frank?"

She pulled his cock out of his underwear. It was heavy, and thick. Cool. She wrapped her hand around his girth, pulling gently but strongly, feeling it stiffen in her hand.

"Hey, look- "

"Look at what a thick cock you have, Frank," she whispered, looking down. "It's almost as thick as my wrist. Look how big your cock is getting in my little hand."

It was true. Frank's breathing became deeper and erratic as she pulled him to full erection.

She leaned in a little closer.

"I think you do need to relax a little bit, Frank," she whispered. "I think you do need this. I think your big, thick cock needs to get very hard, while the rest of you just relaxes and feels good. That's what

I

think you need."

He looked down at the petite woman pulling strongly on his dick. It felt wonderful. Her grip was strong, and secure- comforting, in a way, as if somehow his cock was exactly where it was supposed to be, doing exactly what it was supposed to be doing.

"It feels good," he mumbled, looking down at her hand stroking him.

"Of course it does, Frank. This is exactly what you needed."

She reached up with her other hand and guided his face back to looking at hers.

"That's better, Frank. Don't look away as if this isn't happening. I'm a person here."

He smiled.

She lowered her hand and cupped it in front of his tight and purple cock head. Her other hand started stroking him faster, tighter.

"Oh, God," he whispered.

"I want you to cum for me, Frank," she said quietly. "I want you to cum hard for me and fill up my hand with your cum. Fill it all up, Frank. Let's see if I can hold it all."

"Yes..."

"Right now, Frank. You have to cum for me right now. Someone might find us here. You have to cum for me right

now."

He moaned. His cock started to twitch in her hand.

"That's good," she cooed. "There you go. There you go.

That's

what you needed. Cum in my hand for me."

He gasped and started to squirt into her waiting hand. His cock twitched and throbbed as she pulled the cum out of him, pulling until every last drop was resting in her other hand.

"What a lot of cum, Frank," she said. "Look at how much!"

He looked down. There was indeed a lot of his cum there, shining in the light, a little bit dripping from her finger.

She lifted her hand up to her breasts.

"Do you want to taste it, Frank? Do you want to taste some of your cum? Drink some from my palm?"

"What?" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Fuck no! What am I, some faggot?"

"That's too bad," she said. She turned her hand over, and all the cum started dripping slowly from her hand onto the concrete floor. The two of them stood there for a moment, just watching it drip down silently, her hand around his now flacid penis.

When it had all fallen to the floor, she let go of his dick.

"You better get some paper towels and clean that up, Frank," she said.

"What?"

"Someone might find it and think that some pervert has been jacking off in the stairway, Frank. You wouldn't want them to think that, would they?"

"They'd never think it was me," he said defensively.

"Sure, they would," she said, her eyes alight with what might have been... laughter? Cruelty? What

was

that look?

She wiped her hand clean on the front of his sportscoat.

"After all," she said, "you're the one with his cum all over his suit. Good bye, Frank."

She turned away from him abruptly and began to walk up the stairs.

He stood there for a minute, watching her make her way up the concrete stairs.

What the fuck, he thought.

He went to get some paper towels.