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So sit back, pour yourself a drink, and enjoy Episode #1.
A moment of distraction was all it took. One moment, and then reality strikes long enough for Chandler Mitchell to realize the awful truth - he’s just sexted his boss.
He’s gonna fire my ass.
So he isn’t really surprised to get the email requesting his attendance at a meeting Monday morning.
Fuck. Canned for sure.
But when he's invited into the boss’s office, Chandler is confused to see Stu Ganford’s obviously good mood.
The good news? His ass is safe. He’s not about to be fired.
The bad news? The boss wants to make some changes...
Maybe Chandler’s ass isn’t as safe as he thinks.
Episode
1
Since when did it become so difficult to get laid on a
Friday night? So what if I wasn’t
in the mood to go out? There had to be plenty of guys in my area who wanted
some action, right?
Wrong. No one on
Grindr was ticking my boxes. As a last resort, I’d called up Ste. I’d figured he was a safe bet. He
says he’s bi, and that amounts to turning up at my apartment whenever he wants
to get fucked or suck a dick. Like I’d say no to that, right? But this was one
of the few times I’d called him—and he was throwing me over for football.
“Aw, come on, Ste. You know you wanna.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But there’s football on TV, and…”
Football? Was he
freaking kidding me? “And you’re gonna pass on my dick for football?” I wasn’t gonna back down. I had a severe case of
blue balls, and that meant I was gonna fight dirty.
“I bet I could make you change your mind,” I wheedled.
He snorted. “Not unless you’re suggesting coming round to my place
and letting me sit on your cock while I watch the game. Mind you, the rest of
the guys would probably love it. We might end up being the half-time
entertainment.”
That did it. This
was a challenge, and I was more than ready for it.
I unzipped my fly,
shoved my jeans down to my knees, and pumped my already meaty dick a couple times.
Had to get it looking its best for the camera, right? Then I grabbed it around
the base, holding it erect while I got the camera ready. Click. I checked the photo, liking how my cock filled the frame,
then hurriedly sent it to Ste, along with the message, ‘Thinking of you.’
“Tell me you don’t want a piece of that,” I told Ste
confidently, still lazily tugging on my shaft. Victory was mine. I could
picture him drooling when he got the photo.
“Piece of what? You’re not taking no for an answer
tonight, are ya?”
Goddamn snail mail.
“Just check your inbox. Sent you a
little something.”
Ste huffed. “Fine.” I could hear the TV in the background. “Okay,
what I am supposed to be looking at?”
“The photo I just sent you.”
“Nope. No photo here. And before you ask, I just
refreshed. Sorry, Chandler. Whatever you sent is out there somewhere in the
ether. And now I’m gonna watch the game. Have a good night.” Bastard was
laughing as he disconnected.
I stared at my
phone. If he didn’t get it, then who
did?
Before I could
fathom that out, my phone pinged. When I saw the email from Stu Ganford, I had
to admit I was puzzled. Since when did I get emails from the boss on a Friday
night? I opened it, and was no clearer.
Meeting in my office, Monday morning at 9.00.
Stu
Huh?
For one thing, it
wasn’t his usual
format. Stu Ganford was a succinct man, I grant you, but one-line emails were
not his style. Signing it Stu wasn’t his style either.
What the fuck is going on?
I read it again,
only this time a terrible idea began to dawn. Stu…. Ste…..
Oh God. Sweet Jesus, I didn’t. Tell me I didn’t.
I clicked through
my sent messages, and Holy Mother of God, there it was.
I’d sent a dick pic to Stu Christ Almighty Ganford. Who
now wanted to see me in a meeting.
I sagged into the
couch, the phone dropped onto the seat cushion beside me. Well, that was it.
Goodbye, job, Hello, unemployment. And I could kiss goodbye to any positive
references. Employers who received explicit photos of staff genitalia tended
not to write about them in glowing terms for future employers.
As if in response,
my erection wilted, my balls shriveling. I was well and truly fucked.
It took me a moment
to realize my phone was buzzing. I glanced at the screen apprehensively, in
case Stu had decided he couldn’t
wait until Monday. Thankfully it was Dean, a coworker. I connected the call
absently, my mind still on Stu’s email. “Hey.”
“I forgot to mention today that I’m having a BBQ
Saturday, and you’re welcome to come. I know it’s a bit last minute and all.”
Dean was an okay
kinda guy. We chatted about sports and movies, he’d tell me how many girls he was banging, and I’d tell
him how many guys I was screwing. Really symbiotic relationship.
Right then a BBQ
was the last thing on my mind.
“Sorry, but I’ll have to pass.”
“Sure. Like I said, it’s last minute, so I get it. You
going out tonight with the rest of the gang? Rachel, Joey, Phoebe, Monica…?” He
snickered, like he always did every goddamn time he said it.
I don’t know which I hated more—my name, or the fact that
everyone felt they had to make a joke out of it. So my mom loved Friends. So
what? Except right then I was in no mood for Dean’s laughter at my expense.
“I really don’t need this. In fact, the joke is
wearing pretty fucking thin.”
I thought I heard
Dean choking. A moment later, he was back. “You okay, buddy?”
And just like that,
I regretted my outburst. “Sorry,
Dean. I… I got a lot on my mind.”
“Wanna tell me about it? A problem shared, as they
say.”
I deliberated
telling him for all of two seconds. I had no one else to talk to, for God’s sake. “I… might have just sent Stu Ganford a photo
of my cock.”
Okay, this time he
was definitely choking. “Jesus
fucking Christ, Chandler!”
“It was an accident! I was sending it to someone else.
Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never done it.
Because I’ve seen your
phone, remember?”
“Sure, yeah, I’ve sent a girl a dick pic, but I’m
always real careful when I’m sending.”
“It was one letter different, that’s all.” One goddamn
letter that was gonna cost me my job.
“Maybe he won’t get the message. Maybe he won’t see
it.”
Bless his
optimistic little heart. “And
maybe he already saw it,
and emailed me to say he wants to see me Monday morning.”
“Aw shit. Really? That’s too bad.”
“Too bad? You do realize he’s gonna can me for this,
don’t you? Because once I step into that office come Monday, my ass is grass
and he’s a fucking lawnmower.”
Dean sighed. “Looks like there’s nothing you can do, except hope
he’s feeling lenient. You might get away with a reprimand.”
“Yeah, and pigs might fly outta my butt.” I’d had
enough. I had a whole weekend to come of thinking about Monday, and I was
already depressed as hell. “I’ll see you Monday morning, okay? Until I get my
marching orders.”
“Try not to think like that. You don’t know what’s gonna
happen.”
Yes, I do, I thought as I disconnected the call. And it’s not gonna be pretty.
“What do you mean, I can’t see him?” This was driving
me nuts. “He asked to see me, this morning.”
“I know that,” Fiona explained with more patience than
I would’ve had in the circumstances. “But as I told you this morning—and on
each of the…” She glanced at her notepad. “…four occasions you’ve asked to see
him, Mr. Ganford is very busy. When he’s ready to see you, he’ll let you know.”
She went back to peering at her monitor.
There was nothing
to do but go back to my desk and wait for another unspecified period of mental
torture. I glanced at the clock on the wall in the hallway. It was already four
in the afternoon. The office closed at five, for God’s sake. Was he gonna keep me waiting until the end of
business?
And then it hit me.
Of course he was. It was his way of making me sweat.
Damn him. It was
working.
I sat at my desk,
trying to focus on my insurance reports. Like that was possible. When five o’clock came, people got up and headed out of the
office, exchanging comments and wishing me a good evening. Dean said nothing as
he strolled past, but he patted my shoulder twice. When I caught sight of Fiona
walking toward the door, her purse over her shoulder, I sighed with relief.
He’s gone. Then I realized I’d have to go through the whole process again the
following day. If he hadn’t been about to fire me, I’d have sued him for mental
cruelty.
The irony of the
situation was not lost on me. As bosses went, Stu was drop dead gorgeous. Short
brown, neat hair, brown eyes, a permanent five o’clock shadow, and this sexy lopsided smile that
always did things to my insides.
Okay, I’ll admit it. My boss was hot.
“Chandler.”
I glanced up and
froze. Stu stood at his office door, his jacket and tie removed, the top two
buttons of his pale blue shirt open. “Sir?”
He beckoned with
his finger. “My office. Now.”
Then he disappeared behind his pale wooden door, leaving it ajar.
Fuck. This was it.
I shut down my
computer, tidied my desk, picked up my jacket and bag, and trudged along to his
office.
“Close the door.”
I shut it behind
me, and waited. Stu pointed to the empty chair facing his desk, and I hurriedly
sat down. Disconcertingly, my knees were shaking. I put my jacket over them,
then balanced my bag on top.
Stu walked over to
his filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. To my surprise, he removed a
bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He glanced over at me. “Drink?”
“I think I need one,” I croaked.
Stu chuckled,
before pouring two good measures. He handed me a glass, then sat in his big,
wide chair. “Well, well, well.
You certainly surprised me.”
I said nothing, but
sipped the whiskey. He probably had this whole speech worked out.
“I suppose you know why I sent for you.”
I sighed. “Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.” There
was no point being coy anymore.
Stu paused, his
glass halfway to his mouth, his forehead creased in a frown. “Accidentally?”
Wait—what?
Before I could get
my head around the implications, Stu put down his glass. “I see.”
No, I wanted to yell. You don’t see. Because I was just starting to figure
it out. But some inner voice kept me quiet.
“Well, in that case…” Stu leaned back in his chair.
“In ordinary circumstances, I would be informing you that your employment here
was at an end.”
I took a mouthful
of whiskey before trusting myself to speak. “Ordinary circumstances?”
Stu smiled, and his
eyes glittered. “As you might have
realized by now, these are not ordinary
circumstances. What I am about to propose will mean the continuation of your
employment here—if you agree to my terms.”
My breathing
caught, and I put down my glass.
“I can see I have your full attention, so I’ll come to
the point and I’ll be blunt. You get to keep your job, as long as I get to fuck
you.”
I blinked. He wants
to…. I fought hard to maintain my self-control.
This is a dream, right? The kind of
dream you never want to wake up from.
I licked my
suddenly dry lips. “You get to… fuck
me?”
Stu nodded. “Whenever I want. Wherever I want.” That smile hadn’t
dimmed. “I’m aware this amounts to blackmail, but I’ve done my homework when it
comes to you, Chandler. I don’t think what I’m proposing could be called rape,
do you? That implies without consent, and I don’t feel that would be an issue,
do you?”
My first thought
was that my boss knew me a helluva lot better than I thought he did.
“I should add at this point that accepting this
proposal will neither help nor hinder your possibilities for advancement in
this company.” Stu locked gazes with me. “You don’t get to rise through the
company just because we’re fucking. Any advancement would be purely on merit.”
God, every time he
said ‘fucking’, my brain
did a default to an image of me spread out on his desk, while he plowed into
me.
I struggled to keep
my mind on topic. “You… you could
have anyone you want. There have to be hundreds of guys out there who’d be
willing to bend over for you.” And I was one of them. In a heartbeat.
“But I don’t want ‘hundreds of guys’, he air quoted.
“I want you. On tap, as it were. At my beck and call. These are dangerous times
we live in, as I’m sure you can appreciate. I never know if the person on a
screen is the one who’ll turn up at my door. I prefer to take risk out of the
equation. You’re a known quantity. You’re gay. And you like sex.” He grinned.
“You wouldn’t believe the conversations that reach my ears. And apart from
that, I have you over a barrel.” His eyes shone. “I’d rather have you over my
desk. Or over the back of that couch over there.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Not that I wanted one.
There was no way I was about to tell him he was offering me all my dirty
fantasies on a plate. Let him think he
has the upper hand.
“Is that a yes?” Stu got up from his desk, walked
around it, and came to a halt beside my chair. He cupped my chin, tilting it
until I was staring up at him. “If you’d rather not do this, then we’ll call it
a day and you can leave when you’ve worked off your notice. I’ll even give you
a reference.”
The last part took
me by surprise. I definitely hadn’t
expected that.
I gazed at his
lips, so pink and full, and damn it, I was imagining them around my cock. My
heart hammered. I didn’t
want to leave. And I wanted him.
Quick mental
calculation. I get to keep my job, and
get fucked by my hot AF boss.
No-brainer.
“You do know this is illegal, right? #metoo ring a
bell?” One last attempt not to appear too eager.
Stu’s eyes gleamed. “You have no proof of this
conversation. There’s no one around to overhear us. Hence that barrel I have
you over.” His fingers caressed my cheek. “It won’t be an onerous task, I
promise. And I’m not exactly unskilled. Put it this way. I’ve never had any
complaints.” He bent over and whispered into my ear, “Not that you’re in a
position to complain anyway.”
Fuck, he smelled
amazing. And okay, I’ll be honest.
Right then he got me wondering about his skills. Especially with his tongue…
Whoa boy. I had to rein in my libido. Drooling was not exactly
a sign of reluctance.
Stu straightened
and regarded me steadily. “Well?
What is your answer?”
I took a deep
breath. “I accept your
terms.” Which was a damn sight milder that me clearing his desk with a sweep of
my arm, bending over it and dropping trou.
Stu’s smile widened. “Excellent. Then I see no point in
wasting time, do you?” He let go of my chin and slowly undid his belt.
I glanced down, my
heartbeat climbing even more when I got a glimpse of his bulge.
This was gonna be a
stretch. Then a thought occurred, and me being me, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “Just one last question. I get
to fuck you too, right?”
