Jack's Smirking Revenge

"I am Jack's raging lust."

I could never work up the courage to actually ask a woman out. You know, to actually "go out" - but I have had my fair shares of one night stands. Come to think about it, I never really understood just how I'd wake up with those women next to me. I always assumed I had just turned on the charm, but something about me seems to be ... different. Was I really being me at all?

It was Tuesday. Somehow, I always found Tuesdays to be worse than Mondays. Maybe it was when SHE would show up. The same girl I knew since sophomore year of high school, the same one that bumped into me during lunch - forcing me to spill all of my food on me. I was a riot in high school. Somehow, everybody found a way to embarass me and get their kicks that way. I think my boss did it on purpose, too; bringing her in. Aside from the constant fucking in his office to ease the whole "dudgery" from his Mondays, she was his little lapdog. I really wondered how she put up with it.

How do I know all this? Well, when your cubicle is right near the boss' office - with shitty, low-insulated walls and single-paned windows - it becomes pretty easy to hear things. I sat in my chair, a pencil in hand with my eyes fixated on the door. My hand just began writing something on its own onto a blank piece of paper while I kept staring; he wanted some faxes, and a blowjob afterward. Then the door opened, I kept staring. She threw me a look as she stepped out, and that's when I finally pulled my eyes down - not without a double-take. When she walked by, I could feel her gaze on me - and that's when I saw what I had written:

"I can fucking get rid of him. She doesn't need him. She needs me. I can handle him."

I blinked a few times as I stared at the piece of paper. My corner of my lip began to curl into a smirk while nodding my head gently. "I can." I shook my head slightly as I seemed to snap out of it, then looked up to my boss' office door again. You see, I was one of his puppets - just as any lowly office worker was to a superior here. I wouldn't be surprised if he told me to do something for him - and I'd do it - or gloat about how he had her. I don't know why I've never did anything.. Maybe Tyler would do something about it, instead.

(OOC: As with everything, I'm sure - this is a work in progress. SpringDawn/PP01, good luck to this story - and have fun! )

Mario Puzo:

Mario Puzo, Italian descent of course. A typical 5'11" tall, 198 pound "Itallian Stallion". A real ladies man and stud who exudes animal magnatism, charsima and male pheromones in copious amounts.

Mario picks up his phone and punches in Jack's extension, "Jack when you see Liz tell me I want her, ummm, I mean I want to see her in my office please."

He chuckles as he hangs up because he knows Jack's well aware what that not accidental slip meant and he hopes it has the desired effect on Jack and his libido as he pictures what will happen in the office when Liz shows up.

Elizabeth Watson

Tuesday mornings at the office. This place that I called my career. I was what was called "The Boss's Secretary". I only came in on Tuesday & Thursday on a normal week, then sometimes had some "extra assignment" on Saturday. I got paid as much as everyone else that worked on the floor, but they were jealous of what my job entailed. Of course, I had to do the normal secretarial work: answer the phone, run copies, send faxes, greet guests for Mario Puzo (my boss), and stuff like that. But...they were also jealous of how much fun my job was.

I was hired on the 100% basis for my body. I know that it doesn't set a good example for women's rights...but I was being paid well. When I came in, I basically did whatever Mr. Puzo wanted out of me. Sometimes, that ment "releasing his tension". Doesn't bother me at all.

As I strode in on that Tuesday, I made my way towards Mr. Puzo's office. Having on my little work outfit, which was composed of long black heels, a black skirt that was so short that if I bent over, you almost saw the entire package; a white button up shirt (leaving the top few buttons open for cleavage), business jacket buttoned up just below my breasts, raising them up and showing off my cleavage, and of course match thong and bra.

As I got closer, I glanced into Jack's office. There was that little dork, busy at work it seemed as he was staring down at the desk and papers. I knew him since sophomore year in high school, when I moved into town. I quickly became captain of the cheerleadering squad and even homecoming queen. Jack had a crush on me since then...it was so painfully obvious that it made me sick. He just didn't do it for me. It wasn't his looks or anything...just that he didn't have that IT quality I love so much in my men.

I left his line of sight and headed toward my desk, which was right infront of the door to Mr. Puzo's office.

Mario Puzo:

Mario didn't bother calling Jack again. Instead he just called out, "Jack is Liz here yet? Did you see her and tell her I wanted her in my office when she got here as I told you to do?"

Elizabeth Watson

I heard Mr. Puzo shout out to Jack....which wasn't uncommon. Jack was Mario's target of his wrath. I had no idea what their personal feelings were to each other, but I knew that if something was wrong, it was Jack's fault supposedly.

I quickly went to the door, straigthened my skirt, and opened the door. I walked in and shut it behind me. "Sorry sir, but Jack was not paying attention when I came in. What do you need Mr. Puzo?"

Mario Puzo:

"That figures," Mario says as his eyes rake over her body pausing at her tits and croth, which is nearly visible.

"I need you to close the door and lock it Liz and come over here," he says just loud enough Jack's sure to here. Then more quietly, "Naked."

I must have been day dreaming, again. Just seeing Liz nowadays gives me that kind of itch to where I wish I could just run into the men's room and get my rocks off there by myself. It wasn't until I saw her walk past again that my sense of reality came to. I'll hand it to the man, he did get what he want - even if that was something that I wanted possibly more.

I'd usually always let them have their fling. Not bothering them, just sitting at my cubicle - listening to the walls being banged upon, the screaming and moaning she emanated while they'd fuck like a couple of rabbits. Either Mario or some other co-worker would usually comment on something that'd seem to magically appear on my desk - marker writing of expletives, maybe a few slashes in the wood of my desk.

Generally, once the door was closed and locked, that meant they wouldn't be coming out for a long while - like a few hours after everybody else went home. It was getting late in the day as it was. I always tried to stay as late as I could, not for work, but to watch her. Like a voyeuristic fuck, I'd try to take a peek through the small windows on the sides of Mario's door - I wasn't trying to get off on watch them, just her.

(OOC: PP01, I had a little chat with SpringDawn via IM. She had a pretty cool idea that we could end up fighting over her through Fight Club - of course, we'd have to make a way that "Jack" and Mario would even meet at a Fight Club - probably at a bar that has one.)

Elizabeth Watson

"Yes sir."

I turned by back to Mr. Puzo to face the door and shut it. I then bent over, allowing him to get a good look at my ass from underneath my skirt as I locked the door. After locking it, I stood up and faced him, with a smile on my face.

I kicked my heels off to the side of the room. I started to walk towards his desk, taking my time as I slowly unbuttoned my jacket. I slide my jacket off, straight onto the floor. I kept walking towards his desk, now unbuttoning my shirt. I reached his desk and let my shirt drop to the floor, showing off my 36c breasts held within my bra. I began to slowly make my way around his desk, unzipping my skirt as I walked. I then reached behind my back, unclipped my bra, and let it drop, letting my breasts free. As I got around his desk, I faced away, bent over, and slide my thong in one movement down to my ankles. I stood up, turned around, and kicked the thong at him, which landed right in his lap.

"Anything else sir?"

Mario:

Standing and beginning to fondle her, "Yes Liz my hot pussied little sex toy there is.
"Undress me now while I play with your tits and pussy.
"Then, since you're such a good little fuck toy for me, you can choose where I fuck you first today."

Then his hand circles the base of a tit and he squeezes as he bends to suck, lick and bite its hard nipple. After he's done the same to the other he stands up playing with both tits, both hard nipples to let her do as he's told her.

I stood there as Mario began to fondle me, groping and squeezing my breasts. I listened to his words the best that I could, but my mind kept wandering back to my tits. The attention he was paying to them was making my nipples feel like they were ablaze.

I waited patiently for him to allow me to get to what he asked. As he bit my nipples, my face jerked in a moment of combination pain and pleasure.

As he starts to just focus on rubbing my tits and nipples, I get to work. My hands move up to his neck, where I begin to loosen his tie. I pull it over his head and drop it as my hands quickly go to his button up shirt. Starting at the top button, my hands snake their way down, button by button, until I reach the bottom one. I smile as I look at his hard, firm abs and body.

With my hands already down there, they begin to unbuckle his belt. As soon as their done, then comes the pants button and then the zipper down. I squat down in order to yank them down to his ankles. My face is eye level at his crotch, as I can see the obvious mold in his boxers of what lays within. I lean forward and kiss the mound. I then nuzzle my cheek against it, feeling the warmth from beneth.

Mario:

"Mmmm, very nice Liz my cock hungry lil sexytary," he chuckles. "Why not get the boxers out of the way and as you think about where you'd like ole Whopper to fuck you first, as you do suck on him. That should motivate you in choosing where he'll fill and fuck your tight and sexy body first today."

I sat back in my chair, a disgusted look growing on my face. I kept staring at the door to Mario's office as I wondered yet again: "Just how does she put up with the dick" - no, not with Mario's member - I could care less how big his dick was. It wasn't Mario's penis I envied or anything like that, hell, sometimes I don't even think it's Mario I envy at all. Sometimes, I think it's just me.

I got up from my chair and lifted my head over the top of my cubicle to sneak a peek into his office through the windows that were placed on either side of the door. Shit. She was naked. I slammed my fist into the cubicle wall, a loud bang ringing out in the office complex. I thought to myself: "That should be me in there with her, not that prick!"

Sometimes I wish I could just turn into a totally different person. Not be this voyeur that watched his boss fuck a girl he knew from high school some years ago. Then again, maybe I was?

I always went to a local bar after work, to take my mind off all the problems. No, not the drinks, per se - but to beat the thoughts in my mind out, channeling my emotions another way: Fight Club. I remember Tyler asking me who I would want to fight the most: "My boss,", I said. One day, I hope it'd come true..

(OOC: Bump, hope you two aren't disinterested - and that it was just lost amongst the other threads. :\ )

Just awaiting a reply from SpringDawn. *s

SpringDawn AWOL?

(OOC: Has SpringDawn gone AWOL? I'm thinking we may have to find a replacement, assuming you're still interested, PP.)

I saw her name for a brief few minutes, but not sure why she hasn't posted.
Have you PM'ed her?

Liz

I smile up at Mario and say "Yes sir...but I do have some messages for you....I'll tell you after my mouth is empty of your cock though sir." I take my face away from his crotch and take the sides of his boxers by my hands. In a quick pull, I yank them down to his ankles, staring at the hardness infront of me.

I lean forward some and snuggle my cheek against it for a moment, feeling it's warmth before moving back and licking the tip of his cock. I then take his shaft into one of my hands as I kiss down the shaft, then move back to the top and lick the head in a circular motion. I then slide the head itself into my mouth, my lips right under the ridge, and keep up the circular motion of my tounge.

Mario:

"MMMmmmmm, what a great cocksucker you are my sexy and slutty Liz.
"Keep it up while I watch my cock fucking your face as you move up and down it 'til you've chosen where you're hot body will be fucked."