I'm incredibly grateful to BriM_0261 for making the edits for this chapter. The story wouldn't be as good without his efforts.
I believe we all have that person--that person we can't say no to. The ex we always let back into our lives who then proceeds to turn it upside down. It's just who we are; we get attached to people. It's an attachment that makes no reasonable sense. What kept happening with Richard was an unreasonable attachment. Even though my relationship with Richard had been purely physical, it had developed into one that had me doing things for him I shouldn't be doing. These things didn't help me in any way--aside from one caveat: I wanted to get fucked by Richard, and I wanted it so fucking bad that I could taste his cum on my mouth, my greedy, incestuous, whore mouth.
Richard didn't say if he'd return or when, but he left a number on a piece of paper. He told me to save it on my phone and then trash the paper. I was instructed to text my boss's movements daily. Who he talked to, when, where, and if I knew, to tell him why. He gave no reason nor detail on what I was looking for. He didn't think it was necessary and simply left in his SUV. I did as he asked, only getting responses when clarity was needed. No "hi" or "how are you" was ever sent to me. If I sent greetings, they were ignored, and even flirtatious messages or images of my feet, thighs, tits, pussy, and ass got no response. Only when I took too long returning an update would Richard text or call and ask what was holding me up.
With that being said, my boss's behaviour had mostly been rudimentary. Over the course of two weeks, I'd spent all my free time working, following him around, or fucking him. Clement spent most of the day on long-distance calls with many of the higher-ups in the company. Most of them were directly to his partner in finance and crime: Jack Harrison.
I'd previously met a few of the other executives he regularly called. It was during these informal circumstances that he pimped me out to them. Aside from that, Clement had random visits from me, Kate, Zahra, a new hire named Lin, and a few other women. We had likely been doing the same thing, what all of us on this office floor had gotten used to: sucking Clement's dick, as it became the only job security we had.
I didn't have much else to report. Perhaps Richard planned to use Clement's sexual proclivities against him. I wasn't sure to what end. All I was sure about was that if Richard was looking for something to use against Clement, something he wanted to hide, he could most certainly start with the daily harassment of his subordinates.
Speaking of subordinates, as the weeks passed, Kate started to behave herself. My whimpering, mewling, petite, little slut of an assistant was now licking my pussy often. That was to remind her of her place beneath me and also to deal with that feeling of emptiness Richard produced in my life. Clement tried his best, but I needed the trauma that Richard injected into me. I got off using my assistant's tongue whilst imagining Richard. I even had Kate tongue my ass just to feel something there. She hesitated at first, but eventually, I got her full compliance.
After I made her eat my wet snatch, she tongue fucked my ass. After all that, I gave her a hard fucking with the strapon. In many of these bouts of office sex, I wouldn't put the thing on. I didn't have the energy to move my hips that much. It gave me a newfound respect for Clement, Joel, and other men. The energy exerted just to bring a bitch like Kate to orgasm was great, and I usually wrapped the straps around my hand to save some energy.
That day was different. You see, Kate was pathetic, especially once she had a dick inside her snatch. Since the bitch cost me a promotion, licking my horny body would be the status quo until I got it. I hadn't forgotten about Zahra, not in the slightest. I just didn't have time to set everything up. I took a page out of Richard's book and asked Kate to dig up dirt on her former accomplice. Zahra probably had secrets of her own she didn't want anyone to find. Kate would unearth them, and we'd use that to get her on her knees begging for mercy.
With the big setback of Kate and Zahra's antics, I had found myself stagnant professionally with my momentum brought to a halt. Clement lost trust in me mainly because he had backed me and I'd let him down. He never did care who the culprit was, and I assume in his mind it had been my fault for letting someone sabotage me. I couldn't argue if that's what he believed so I kept my head down and did my best at work. Not for his sake but for my own pride even with Clement barely listening to anything I say.
Kate came to me, exclaiming she'd found some dirt on Zahra. I didn't ask her what it was, but I rewarded her by actually putting on the strapon and fucking her. She showed her appreciation by making another mess on my carpet. The previous stain had proved impossible to remove. Prior to that, I'd thought male cum was frustrating.
After my fuckathon with my naughty assistant, I gave her work to do and shooed her off. We had to wait to deal with Zahra because I was still on the case with Clement. Richard was getting tired of my basic details on Clement's movements. He clearly wanted me to find a way to tell him more, and I became hellbent on appeasing my master.
The next day during one of my weekly Wednesday blowjob sessions, I snagged Clement's security card. I went to the IT department to make a copy where I proudly made a young nerdy IT guy powerless to resist my charms. I showed him some of my cleavage and left him with a visible hard-on after I got a copy. I went back and seduced Clement into round two so I could return the original. As anyone would expect, it took longer the second time around to make him cum. I wasn't necessarily Double O Seven, but I got the job done when he came all over my face.
The next day, I bought a cheap listening tool and hid it in Clement's office while he was out. I started sending Richard bullet points of the conversations Clement was having, which calmed Richard down, and he even sent me a pic of his glorious cock, much to the appreciation of my sopping wet cunt. This led me to ask myself a question: Why does he care so much about tracking Clement's actions? And while deliberating that question, I called Kate back into my office. I didn't understand why I loved Richard's cock so much. He was my lover, my master, my ass-fucker, and I instructed Kate to get under my desk and tongue my pussy whilst I rubbed my clit. I stared all the while at the image he sent me. It had me so wet that Kate practically drowned in my cunt.
On that day during which I'd drowned my assistant in pussy juice, over a month after I'd last seen Richard, meaning over a month since he had his way with me and my daughter, Clement was doing his regular chatting, and I had my earpiece in listening to his conversations. I was also multitasking with my marketing work when Clement's voice started getting more aggressive. I hadn't yet figured out who he was talking to, but it seemed like someone he knew. Then he suddenly raised his voice at the person. As if that wasn't bad enough, I could hear him shouting all the way down the hall without the earpiece. Contextually, Clement had offered the person some stocks in exchange for what he called sensitive information. I could tell it was illegal, a bribe of some sort, but I wasn't really surprised. Clement never had the cut of an honest man.
The person must have refused and it upset Clement. He said the person was being unreasonable with their price. He then exclaimed that the person was out to get "us". I wondered who Clement had been referring to and with my focus so intent on Clement's conversation, I didn't hear the announcement of my boss's boss's boss's arrival. Only after I heard the door open did I hear the familiar voice of Jack Harrison. He wasn't cheery, and I wanted to know more about what was happening. Neither Clement nor Jack said anything specific, rather, they picked up their conversation with both already knowing what the other was referring to.
I was sure I needed to understand because whatever they'd been doing was likely what Richard wanted to know about. I thought maybe I missed something, so I kept listening in on Clement's office. I thought about a few possibilities. Perhaps someone else had dirt on Clement. Or maybe they worked for Richard and needed eyes and ears on what Clement would do. It may have been a reporter who found a big scoop but wanted to get paid for it. Or a deal with a competitor had gone bad.
"I told you to handle it. You said you could handle it!" Harrison stated. There was silence. "Well?"
"Well, what? I didn't know," Clement argued.
"You didn't know. Your track record is getting real shoddy," Harrison replied.
