“I have skills.”
“Like what? Besides getting on your knees for that shithead boyfriend of yours.” He snickers at the horrified look on my face. “You don’t think your dad knows what you two get up to in the rec room after dark? Please. If you put half as much effort into your job here as you do into keeping that little prick happy, you’d be my star employee.”
My throat tightens. I can think of a million awful names I want to call him, but they all get stuck in my throat like garbage in a drain pipe. All I can manage is a quiet, “How dare you.”
“I gave you this job as a favor to your stepdad, Lily. But my goodwill only goes so far.” Mr. Royce motions for me to leave. “Now go do your goddamn job before I find someone who will.”
I turn on my heel and march out of his office. As soon as I leave the room, I hear a heavy sigh, and stop.
“I swear to God,” says Mr. Royce, “if she were my kid, I’d tape her fucking mouth shut.”
“Maybe you should,” says Mina. “Lily obviously needs a firmer hand. You’re not doing her any favors by coddling her. I’m surprised you haven’t fired her yet. You don’t have to keep her, you know. It’s not like she’s your kid.”
“She’s smart when she wants to be. I just wish she’d apply herself.”
“Next time she crosses a line, there have to be real consequences,” says Mina. “It’s the only way she’s going to grow up.”
Bitch.
I continue down the hall, stopping to grab a diet soda from the break room before returning to my desk. I text Kevin to let him know I won’t be coming over, then load up a game on my phone and settle in for the rest of my shift.
It’s going to be a long one.
Four hours later, feet and back aching from carrying box after box of dusty old files into the storage room, I’m seriously considering giving up my job and taking up sex work. Mr. Royce has been shut up in his office since a little before five, and I haven’t seen Mina in almost an hour. I glance around at the piles of folders on the floor and the wall of cabinets they’re supposed to go into.
There’s no way I can do all this tonight. He’s going to have to let me finish tomorrow.
I grab my phone and pad barefoot down the hall to Mr. Royce’s office, having ditched my too-tight heels hours ago. The door is closed, but it doesn’t have a lock, and I don’t bother knocking before turning the knob.
My brain cannot compute what my eyes are seeing.
Mina on her knees with Mr. Royce’s cock in her mouth.
I freeze. Not just because of how shocking the scene is to walk in on, but because my Mr. Royce’s cock is massive. I’m used to Kevin’s average inches and reasonable girth.
The thought of blowing something that girthy is fucking terrifying.
The thought of being fucked by something that huge makes my knees quake for reasons I don’t want to think about.
Figures a big mouth like Mina would be able to handle a fat cock.
Watching her lips move up and down his shaft makes my pussy tighten. I can't help it. Mr. Royce is a handsome man, always has be
en, but seeing him like this, I know exactly why his wife puts up with the long hours and unreturned calls.
Speaking of Mrs. Royce, I can’t imagine she’d be too happy to learn about her husband fucking his secretary.
I unlock my phone and snap a few pictures of the two of them going at it. Finally, I have something I can use to make my summer back home a hell of a lot easier: leverage in the form of scandalous office sex photos. Talk about an HR nightmare.
If I play this game right, I’ll never have to set foot in this stuffy office again. But the paychecks will keep on coming.
These photos are my ticket to Easy Street.
“Oh my God!” I cry out dramatically.
They immediately separate. Mr. Royce zips his hard, fat cock back inside his slacks, as Mina scrambles to button her shirt over her sad-looking tits. He rises from his chair and has the gall to look annoyed as I stare him down.
Just try and fire me now, Royce.