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This chapter continues the tale with Jim and his plan. Comments and feedback are as always, welcome.
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Tiffany sat at her desk in her office. It was early in the day, but she had gotten into the habit of coming early to the office. This helped her get one or more of her tasks done without much interference. It had been two months since the fateful summer retreat. An event which had changed her life and turned it on its head. In these two months, Jim had not once called her or talked to her about those two nights. Two nights of some amazingly fulfilling sex. She fondly remembered the night which also awakened the dormant Domme personality in her. She had known that Jim would not call her, that he had moved on. However, she had to admit to herself that she was a bit stuck on him. Wisely though, she too had kept her distance and hadn't called him. She had been on the verge many times, but she never did it.
In the last two months a lot had changed in her life. Tiffany had separated from her husband and moved out of their house. The divorce was proceeding. She pooled all her savings and bought a penthouse in the city for herself. In her new life, she had kept up the sexual appetite she had newly found in herself. She had received discrete visits from both Philip, a new intern in her team and Chloe, who was the first girl she'd help dominate and fucked, along with Jim during the Retreat. Chloe proved to be a great sub and adept at pleasing Tiffany and her moods. Her life was in upheaval, but Tiffany was trying to sort her issues out one at a time. She really needed the morning assignments she was receiving to keep her mind off her worries. It was 9:30 am and she didn't have any meetings for another hour, meaning she could keep herself occupied till then. Just then, her secretary beeped in.
"Ma'am, someone is here to meet with you. He says he has an appointment." For a second, Tiffany panicked. She wasn't in a frame of mind to meet someone right now. Coworkers and clients here usually came a little later in the day. She wondered who wanted to see her so early. Had someone found out about her indiscretions?
"Who is it? I'm not aware of any appointment for 9:30."
"Ma'am, it's Jim from the tech team. He says he discussed this appointment over a phone call yesterday."
Hearing the name, she relaxed. She wondered what made Jim suddenly break the silence he had kept up so admirably for the last two months. She felt her irritation with him rise through her. Perhaps she should tell him, she was busy and ask him to come back later when he had an appointment. She would love to snub him. At the same time, however, on hearing his name she already wanted to see him. She so wanted to know why he was in her office so early in the day. She knew there was no point resisting.
"Send him in."
Jim entered the room and prudently waited for the door to close. Then he gave her his signature smile which went all the way up to his twinkling eyes. 'How was she supposed to resist this guy?' thought Tiffany. She tried to keep up her pretense by looking cold and indifferent but wasn't sure if she succeeded. Grudgingly, her face broke into a grin too. She was hurt and angry but then you simply couldn't remain indifferent to Jim for long.
"That is much cooler of a welcome than the last time!" Jim said grinning broadly. "I expected you to run into my arms! Are you
angry
with me?" mocked Jim, knowing full well that she was.
"Because this is
not
a welcome, Jim! I really don't need to stand up for every Tom, Dick, and Harry that comes into my office!" Tiffany said. Her tone was impatient but under control. Jim kept grinning at her and this finally broke her restraint. "You are a fucking bastard, Jim. Where the fuck have you been for the last two months? And then you wake up one day and simply drop by without an appointment, as if you own the office."
Jim was still smiling. He took a chair in front of Tiffany. She was very close to picking up the paperweight from the desk and throwing it at him. Jim loved the way Tiffany was possessive of him. He had missed her too, but the work he had been doing for the past two months was his first priority. He couldn't endanger his plan for anything.
"Tiffany... you knew what you were signing up for. You knew I only do one-night stands without any strings attached."
"Yet, here you are, sitting now right in front of me," said Tiffany sharply.
Jim wasn't making much headway in the conversation. He really did not have much time, and timing was of essence if he wished to pull off his plan successfully. He sighed audibly and pushed back his glasses. He took a moment to compose himself. He knew only the truth or at least most of it would convince Tiffany help him.
"I am here today because I trust you the most in this organization. You do mean a lot to me and there is no one I would rather turn to for help. You are the only one who can help me, and I need that help badly," Jim said looking straight in her eyes.
His voice was earnest and pleading. No one who knew Jim well would have ever thought him to plead to anyone. Tiffany arched her eyebrows, clearly very surprised. She tried reading his face. There was no lie in his eyes. She was genuinely concerned now. For all her irritation, she really cared about Jim.
"Stop!" Tiffany said, looking into the distance. For a second, Jim wondered who she was talking to. Then he heard a noise coming from under her desk like a small animal. Then, there was a loud sound of someone banging their head against the underside of the table. Jim was curious, and he stood up and walked around her desk to the other side. At first, he was shocked with what he saw. Then, he began to laugh uproariously.
Tiffany was sitting naked from the waist down on her chair. Her shaved camel toe was open for viewing to him and he immediately felt his cock stir. Chloe was sitting on her haunches under the desk with her blouse open and mouth glistening. Jim let his eyes roam over Chloe's body. He could feel himself hardening further seeing her naked boobs with inch-long erect nipples. She had a collar on her neck which bore the words 'Tiff's Slut!'. She had turned beet red with Jim gawking at her. He looked back and forth between Tiffany and Chloe and then laughed even harder. Seeing her glistening mouth, Jim guessed that Chloe had been servicing her Mistress's pussy.
"Chloe, you can leave. We will continue where we left off, later," Tiffany spoke with composure.
Chloe got up immediately and stuffed her boobs back in her bra hurriedly and began to button her blouse. Tiffany was proud of her. Chloe had been trained not to stop pleasuring her Mistress's pussy even if interrupted. Today, even after hearing Jim, Chloe kept her focus on her task right in front of her. Of course, Chloe did know through first-hand experience she had no choice because she would be cruelly punished otherwise. Chloe got her buttons wrong the first time and then corrected them, staring at Jim with a seductive smile on her face. Tiffany scowled, mentally noting punish her for her impudence the next time they were alone.
