Claires New Hire Saves Me Ch 06

☆ Note - this is not for everyone. There's probably bondage, syraight sex, rough sex, gay sex or references to it and definitely images of extreme sex, questionable consent, outright non-consent, blackmail and there might be verbal degradation and abuse. Pretty sure there's gonna be some blatant misogyny too.

I know this. No need to comment if you are just going to attack the author for writing it. You kept reading it.

What does that make you?

This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves and a faithful wife. NOT REAL. You've been warned.

William served me lunch at my desk and kept me supplied with coffee, drinks and snacks throughout the day. Guess I HAD been substituting alcohol for actual food for a long time. It was nice. He was professional and my mind quickly turned away from his morning ride and how it would have been much better visually if his hair was a little longer and back to actual work.

Damn, the firm had lost some cases we shouldn't have. Wouldn't have, if I had been there. Sigh. All my fault. All because I was weak and started drinking in my grief. But she was everything to me...

OK pal, let's not get started thinking about Ana.

"William?" I said still staring at the briefing of the lost case, "Did you ever think of growing your hair...longer?"

Damn, I guess that just proved I was weak. I admit it. Seeing that little twink riding my cock with such abandon was a mental picture Id take to my grave.

"No, Sir. That wouldn't be proper for a gentleman's gentleman, Sir."

"Ahh, yes I can see where that might be an issue." Thinking that I was sure with some longer hair, the right clothes and make-up and a good boob job "Sweet William" could pass for a dirty "Rhonda" in a half lit bedroom. God knows he already rode a cock like that redheaded slut Nicole I was screwing before I'd met my perfect Ana.

"Of course, if Sir were to inquire of his intimate friend Sweet Billy, he would find that one would be able to enjoy several different styles and colors of wigs anytime Sir so desired," William stated with an audible smirk to his voice.

You know what makes someone a gentleman's gentleman? William waited until after I had already swallowed my mouthful of coffee and set the cup down before he made this pronouncement.

I still choked a little, but it was honestly better than it would have been if he hadn't been quite so professional.

"I'll keep that in mind William," I said. "Do you have the dinner reservation? Has Carol agreed to the...uh...dinner? Business dinner?"

"Yes, Sir. All arrangements have been made and Ms. Carol was told that she doesn't really have the option to refuse if she expected to continue with the firm."

"I don't think that she will exactly enjoy dinner if you had to bully her into it, William."

"I would never do such a thing Sir! That wouldn't be proper at all," he protested.

"Well, then who was..."

"Ms. Claire, Sir. She's can be rather...mmm, bold in her pronouncements. It was quite uncomfortable being present for that conversation, Sir. Happily for me, Carol chose to accept rather quickly and I was able to slip out as they moved on to other topics."

"Yes, Claire can be difficult when she sets her mind, but I owe her more than I can repay."

"I feel the same, Sir," William said with a gravity that surprised me.

Still not looking at him I asked, "Sweet Billy, do you have something short and red?"

"Sir will have no need of me in a nightgown tonight, sadly. After a delicious dinner, Sir can have Carol for dessert."

"You're too optimistic Billy, " I said laughing. "I'll be lucky to escape with my life."

"Sir, might I, respectfully, offer a bit of advice?"

I turned to look at him and said "Always."

"I've known Carol for years. Since I emigrated to the States, Sir. If Sir were to maintain his...command...of the situation, I expect Carol would follow his lead."

"Hmmmm...you expect that little overachiever to obey? I'd guess she's not the kind of filly to run with a bit in its mouth," I said.

"I believe Sir would say that Carol is the type of woman that has Daddy Issues," William opined as he smiled. "She has just always been a brat about it. Never allowing it to contol her but rather using it to manipulate the various Professors and Supervisors she has had to engage with. Never has one had the fortitude to treat her as Sir did today. With a woman like Carol, Sir. How she performs her paces depends entirely on whose hands are holding the reins."

Hmmm. Well. I was just trying to make sure of my place here...in my own company...after returning from my extended...drinking binge. And to be honest, I had never spoken to my employees like that. But for some reason, or reasons, that I didn't want to investigate too deeply, sexy little Carol just assuming that I would bow and scrape to her pissed me off. And I was wanting a drink. And that too, was pissing me off. Polite dinner conversation was going to be difficult but I couldn't back out now. Show no weakness. To either Carol or my craving for a drink.

William reminded me that it was time to go. He had things gathered and I just had to allow myself to be herded downstairs to my waiting car.

I suppose it was noticeable; my frazzled nerves and drifting mind, because William entered the back seat with me this time. He rattled off an address from a card as he closed the door and Mr. Sharpe pulled out of the office drive with a purpose.

"Is Sir, not feeling himself?" William asked quietly.

"Sir is needing a drink and feeling grumpy for being a weak little bitch about it, William," I replied, immediately even more upset at whining about it. My logical brain knew I did it to myself.

"Oh, no worries Sir! I have something that will take the edge off," William said. I watched as he removed several pills from a couple of unlabeled bottles he produced from his attache case as well as another one he took from a pill box pulled from his suit vest pocket. "These will see you through dinner, Sir."

"William, I do not want to trade alcohol for a drug habit. Seriously? What are those?"

"I'm wounded. Truly. I would never, Sir. These are a blend of caffeine, aspirin, acetaminophen, magnesium, Vitamin C and some other perfectly healthy things."

"Well, Ok. I'm sorry Billy," I said with contrition just before swallowing the handful of meds with a glass of water William poured for me from a cooler in the floorboard. "Just as long as they aren't going to make my cock hard all evening like last night."

Silence filled the car. Crickets. I glanced at my man, William. My man. The man who was innocently looking at the growing darkness outside the car.

"William! Tell me you didn't."

"I think Carol with be pleasantly surprised by Sir's vitality and virility. It will be a grand adventure! And Sir will be full of vim and vigor!"

"William. Fix this. Now!" I said firmly. I wasn't sure what was worse, that William could so blatantly slip me a mickey or that he would actually use four words that started with a "v" in less than 3 seconds.

"No time for a slap and tickle with Sweet Billy, Sir. We have arrived at Carol's home, I believe."

I avoided screaming out loud, but wasn't able to contain the growl as William exited the car and walked around to hold the door open for me. I was out and half way up the walk when the front door opened and Carol came out in a dress and heels that showed off curves and cleavage not seen on earth since Joy Harmon showed the world how Lucille washed a car in Cool Hand Luke.

Damn and those green eyes were focused on me. Yep. The pill was working.

"Thank you for inviting me...Sir," she said with a rather sour look on her face that was infuriating. And cute. And bratty. Making me want to spank her. Hold her down by her tiny little waist and swat her full curvy round ass...Shit!

"WILLIAM!!" I screamed silently in my head as I clenched my teeth and looked behind me at the culprit.

"Well, Claire felt that you might be of some use to me with the new case and that I should get to know you. So, I figured we'd go eat ribs or get a burger. Something casual, but of course you're a little dressed up for a business dinner."

I tried to resist. I really did. But damn, this girl wouldn't have looked out of place on a Hollywood red carpet. I had half a mind to take her out for a double order of sizzling fajitas. Let her pay that dry cleaning bill. Why did she piss me off so? Maybe it was the way she raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow and smirked her glossy red lips at the same time. No woman should be allowed to do that. Like she was superior to men. Or maybe just to me. At least she should expect to be punished for the presumption. I was just getting into imagining some appropriate methods of punishment when she dropped that face and looked down, like a scolded child.

"I was told we had a reservation at Repeal. I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Then remember yourself and keep your tongue between your teeth. I have a headache starting and frankly you haven't made the best first or second impression," I snapped. "Come on. Get in the car. We don't have time for you to change now."

I honestly was feeling pretty good. No headache. Just a half hard cock from thinking about laying a belt across the firm wiggling backside I watched saunter down the walk and enter the car. And I had no idea what time the reservation was for. I was sort of annoyed by this woman and I didn't understand quite why. William was smiling as he held the door for me so I took that as a good sign I was handling Carol to his approval.

I didn't look at her on the drive to the restaurant. I was too busy trying to determine who needed a strapping more, William the littlest pharmacist or Carol the annoying Brat. Along with the question of which one was making my cock throb harder, Billy's pills or Bratty's perfume. Ha!

Damn, he got me high again. That sneaky little twink!! I did avoid the face palm though. Winning!

Into the restaurant we went and were seated at an out of the way table. William disappeared as the maitre d' sat us and the waiter arrived. We went through the motions. I ordered just water and she wanted wine. I told him to bring her something nice and she ordered a bottle of something I had no doubt was expensive.

I paid her back when ordering dinner though.

"I'll have the Wagyu ribeye with hand cut fries. My...new Assistant here...will have the Caesar salad. No starters. For dessert I will have the Bread Pudding and no doubt the...um...lady will just finish her bottle of wine," I said with a smile.

The waiter gave me a curious look and told us it would be right out. Carol just quietly handed her menu back to the waiter and took a long drink of her wine.

Licking her lips and looking me in the eye she said flatly "Trying to get me drunk?"

"What was that smirk about the first time we met? When I was leaving the office. You smirked at me. Tell me what amused you about the situation."

"You mean yesterday when you weaved into the office smelling like a...," Carol started to say.

I suppose she must have seen my face because she stopped abruptly.

"You want to keep your job?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, Sir," she replied looking into her wine glass.

"Then I suggest, Counselor, that you close your mouth and drink that wine. I mean don't speak. At all. You say one fucking word before the sun rises again and I'll fire you on the spot. Understand sweetie?" I snapped.

She swallowed and then nodded.

"Your coy little pout and backwoods sass doesn't carry any weight with grown-ups. You want to keep your job?"

Another nod. And a big drink of wine.

"Well then, tonight after dinner you can show me how hard you're willing to work to keep your job. Allow me to be clear. I'm going to fuck you, Carol. I don't much like you, so it'll probably be rough and, hopefully, pretty damn demeaning for an educated young woman like yourself. But, that's what I want. And what you'll do. Enthusiastically. Or I'll fire you. Oh and feel free to quit right now. Say the word. Any word. Go and file a quid pro quo harassment suit. You'll lose of course."

Carol just sat and took another drink of her wine.

The waiter came with our food and I said, "The girl doesn't want the salad anymore. Take it back."

Looking concerned the waiter asked, "Is anything wrong, Sir?"

"Not at all. I just realized that I may have to fuck this whore later, but I dont have to eat with it," I said looking into her eyes. Her face turned delightfully red.

It was a good steak. The fries were a little under for my taste. The bread pudding and coffee were devine. I ate relatively quickly and frequently encouraged Carol to drink more of her wine. As the waiter took the dessert plate William magically appeared at my side and took care of the check with a stack of bills from inside his coat pocket.

He escorted me out with Carol trailing behind like a lost puppy. That wine had gotten to her. Ha! The pills William gave me had me hard as a rock. I wanted to get Carol alone as soon as I could.

We entered the car and I said, "Sweet Billy, take us somewhere we can fucking punish this bitch."

"Very good Sir."

We ended up driving back to the quaint craftsman house. Mr. Sharpe opened my door and then assisted a decidedly drunken Carol up the walk and passed her off to his partner. I walked straight to the bedroom I had slept in the night before, took off my suit coat and sat down on the milking bench.

When William arrived with Carol in tow, I said, "Just drop it in the middle of the room, Sweet Billy and come undress me."

I watched as he moved Carol to the middle of the room and left her there. As he knelt to remove my shoes and socks I watched her. She was unsteady on her feet but silent as instructed. I made eye contact with her and said, "Strip".

She didn't move. But she didn't speak. Billy was still kneeling and working open my belt.

Carol started by reaching to the side and unzipping the painted on dress. She raised her chin as she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Damn. I was wrong. No girdle created that figure. Those curves were all natural. Billy had removed my shirt and pants leaving me in just a t-shirt and some very stretched boxers.

"All of it Miss Mouthy! I told you I was going to fuck you tonight. Wait. Billy, go help your little friend. Strip her for me."

Shit this thing was sexy. She wasn't looking me in the eyes anymore though. No her gaze was down. Not nearly so tough once her tits were out. All her expensive clothes were on the floor. Still standing in her heels, I don't think I've ever seen a prettier woman.

I stood up and took off my undershirt, throwing it against the wall, and said, "Strap her to the bench Sweet Billy."

Oh that shocked her!! Good. William did as instructed and secured the not so confident Carol to the milking bench. Arms bound down to her sides like he had me but this time he used wide straps to pull her knees back and wide apart, showing her fresh cunny and tightly puckered ass. Carol leaned back on her own as she looked me in the eyes. Expecting that I was about to approach her and take her. Fuck her like a wild animal. I could see her breathing deepen and increase in speed. Her heavy breasts moving up and down as I eyeballed her naked curves. I did step closer. Directly in front her. She was biting her bottom lip now.

"Kneel and remove my underwear Sweet Billy," I instructed.

William, still completely dressed, knelt there between my hard cock and the lovely, naked, defenseless Carol and slowly slid my boxers down freeing my rigid eight in cock. Carol licked her lips and tried to spread her legs wider. She gave a low moan.

Billy remained there on his knees after removing my boxers from around my feet.

"Remember, office slut, say one word and you're fired. Get it, Sweet Billy. Swallow it all."

It felt really good when Billy swallowed my entire cock. I held his head and helped him impale himself on it. But what made it even better was watching Carol writhing in her denial. Hearing her low gutteral half moan and half growl of recognition that the way I was going to fuck her tonight was to deny her any satisfaction. To demonstrate that I had an option.

"Yeah, you're not as irresistible as you think you are. You don't deserve to cum on my cock. You just sit there until I'm done with my Sweet Billy's throat. Then I'll have him call you a cab."

At that point I was wailing into Billy's throat. Damn, he did remind me of that fuckpig Nikki from college! I made up my mind that Sweet Billy was going to have a tit job as soon as I could convince him to do so. Watching Carol watch me grudge fuck her friend's throat must have turned her on because she never stopped wiggling. Honestly, it was the way her lips pouted and her tits jiggled that made me blow my load down Sweet Billy's throat. I went and sat down on the bed.

"I'm done with her William. Send her away. I'm ready for bed," I said with a smirk. "And when you come back, I want to see you in something pretty."

"Yes, Sir," Sweet Billy said enthusiastically as he untied a silent Carol and began throwing her clothes at her. She was extremely disheveled as he escorted her out. I couldn't make out everything he was whispering to her but one part sounded like "Your fault" and then maybe "Tastes delicious".

Mmmm, a bath and then another long ride for Sweet Billy tonight, I think. Nothing better than a nice tight little hole to cum into when you're feeling jittery. Plus, work tomorrow where I could tease Carol some more. What's not to like about my first day back on the wagon.

~Ch. 07 will be out soon.~