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I hope you enjoy reading "The Chair" as much as I did writing it.
As always, comments are appreciated.
Thanks to Denny who now understands what the common comma does to
a SBG like me, so he added more.
Many thanks to Joe for the inspiration and his tireless work
reading and editing, and for never once whining, "You want me to
read it AGAIN?!?!" Always remember, it HAS to be good. <g>
Miss Behavin`
www.missbehavin.com
Email: www.missbehavinX@rogers.com - remove the "X"
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"The Chair" (Copyright 2002, Miss Behavin`)
All rights reserved. No permission granted
for reproduction.
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"Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
No, that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here.
I'll be glad to share."
[The Chair - George Strait]
The Chair
Kala rode the elevator up two floors to the executive lair and as
she stepped off, Gene Larson, Vice President of Human Resources,
her boss, greeted her.
"Great timing, I was just heading back to my office--walk with
me," he said and smiled. "It's been one hell of a morning," he
said as they moved quickly down the hall. "I've got an eleven
o'clock, so we'll need to be quick."
"You wouldn't want to miss teeing off," Kala said and smiled at
him as they entered his office.
Gene looked at her and then laughed. "Busted, but hey, it's good
public relations, so what's a guy to do? Grab a seat and let me
find the file..." Gene sat in his chair and shuffled some papers
around on his desk. "Ah yes, here it is." He glanced at it
again and then handed it to Kala across the desk.
Kala quickly scanned the page and flipped it over. "I don't
understand."
"How'd you like to go to Montreal?"
"I wouldn't, why?"
Gene smiled. "Well, Bob was supposed to go and sit in on those
seminars, but something has come up and he won't be able to go
now. We've paid for the seminars, and I'd really hate to see the
money get wasted, and on top of that, I think some of those could
be quite valuable."
Kala looked back down. "So you think `Occupational Exploration
in Career Counselling' is going to be a winner?"
"Could be," Gene answered, checking his watch. "Listen, Kala,
the seminars are Friday, and there are plenty of other activities
going on all weekend. The hotel is already booked through to
Sunday, so why not talk Jim into taking off for the weekend with
you, on the company, of course."
"You know, a weekend away sounds great, but it's the Friday I'm
having a little trouble with. I'm up to my ass in alligators
preparing for the upcoming negotiation meetings and I really
can't afford a luxury day away. Can't someone else go?"
Gene leaned back in his chair. "Sure, anyone could go, but I'd
like you to go because I think you can get a lot out of it and
bring back some valuable information for the team."
"Personality Dynamics and Internal Barriers in Counselling," she
read and then looked at Gene. "I'm dealing with the labour,
employment standards, ethics and two unions--my human resource
focus is a little different from Bob's."
"I've seen the outlines, Kala, and they're good--how about
expanding your horizons a little? This'll be a good chance for
you to get out and network with H.R. people from all over
Canada--this is a big conference."
"I'm really not sure I can afford the time, Gene."
"Ahh, but can you afford not to go, that is the question."
"What's the answer?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"No."
She knew she was fighting a losing battle. "Okay, fine, I'll
go."
Gene smiled. "Excellent."
"However I'll need a two day extension on the salary survey you
asked for."
Gene frowned slightly. "I'd like it Wednesday morning--see what
you can do."
"You're taking at least a day and a half away from me."
"Thursday morning and that's my final offer," he said.
"I knew you'd see it my way," she said and smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Talk to Melissa--she'll handle all your travel
arrangements and change the hotel reservation to your name."
Kala folded the piece of paper and stood up, and Gene's eyes
followed her. "You're doing one hell of a job down there," he
said honestly. "People are watching you."
"Thank you," Kala said and headed towards the door. "You owe me
one," she said without looking back.
Gene watched her disappear down the hall and then glanced out the
window. He smiled at the clear sky--it was a good day for public
relations.
~:~:~
"So why can't Bob go?" Jim asked as he chopped a tomato for the
salad.
"He didn't say, and I didn't ask."
"What exactly does Bob do?"
Kala closed the oven door and turned to face Jim. "We're not
sure, but he sure makes one hell of a lot of money to do it."
"Nice work if you can get it," Jim said as he dropped the tomato
pieces in the bowl. "Do you feel like mushrooms?"
"We always feel like mushrooms," she said and then looked at him.
"Oh, you mean in the salad?" Jim smiled and nodded. "Sounds
good," she said as she started collecting dishes to set the
table. "I'm just so tired of this crap."
"You've been saying that for years," Jim commented.
"I know, but this time I mean it."
"You're been saying that for years too."
"Oh shut up," she said. "Are you sure you want to take Friday
off and go? You don't have to, you know. I can't imagine it'll
be that exciting for you."
"Hey Baby, I'm the king of excitement, and I'm sure I can find
something to amuse myself."
"So you're going to flip through the pay-per-view channels, find
a porn flick and masturbate all day?"
Jim tossed the salad and smiled. "If that's what it takes."
"Too bad you can't get any sex out of your wife," Kala said as
she checked the chicken breasts in the oven and decided they were
ready.
"Yeah well, she's one busy chick and has been a little stressed
for the past two months," Jim said as he put the salad on the
table. "That's why I came to live with you."
Kala rolled her eyes as she took the chicken out of the oven. "I
know I haven't exactly been receptive lately, and I am sorry,
but..."
"I know," he said and kissed her cheek as he reached behind her
for the salt and pepper. "Shit happens, we deal with it--that's
life, Kala."
"You're pretty understanding," she said as she transferred the
chicken to a serving plate.
"Well it's give and take, isn't it? You put up with my schedule
for years as I bounced between my practice and the hospital, but
I finally got it under control. I understand what you're going
through, but I also think you need to get it under control before
it snowballs and you end up flat on your ass, weaving baskets.
You're getting close to that, you know. I can see it more and
more."
"I know, I know. I keep thinking that if I can just hold out a
little longer then all this hard work is going to pay off."
"It will," he said and smiled at her. "How about not killing
yourself in the process? I've grown kind of attached to you."
"If you ever get tired of your wife, I hope you'll remember me,"
she said and smiled at him. She wanted to drop the topic of her
going off the deep end.
"I'll keep you in mind," he said as he poured them each a glass
of wine and then watched Kala as she rinsed out a dish. It was
hard to believe sometimes that they'd soon be celebrating ten
years of marriage. She bent over to put the dish in the
dishwasher and he felt a stir. Even after knowing and being with
her for fifteen years, she still had a certain power over him.
He often found himself watching her, as he always had, just
enjoying her movements, and taking comfort in her being withhim.
"Would you quit staring at my ass and get the salad dressing?"
"I guess," he said and grinned. "Can I pour the salad dressing
over it?"
Kala ignored him and placed the chicken on the table. "I wonder
what's happening with Bob," she said as she sat. "He hasn't been
at the last two director's meetings, which is usually only
acceptable by death as an excuse, and even then you have to have
a note from your mother."
Jim put some salad on Kala's plate and then dropped some on his.
"Maybe he's having some issues--who knows? He's not exactly the
friendliest guy at your office. I don't recall one single time
seeing him at one of your company functions where he's actually
socialized or appeared to be enjoying himself."
"That's true," Kala said as she cut into her chicken. "I don't
really understand why I have to go to these stupid seminars, but
hey it's a weekend away in Montreal!" she said, trying to sound
like she was excited about it, when all she could see was her
desk when she returned.
"Don't go getting all excited, or you'll set off the smoke alarm
again," Jim said as he stabbed a piece of tomato. He smiled at
Kala and thought about how great it was to be having dinner
together at a normal hour and talking instead of bickering
because they were both tired and cranky. "I think Bob's on his
way out, and you're on your way in."
"I want his chair," Kala said, grinning.
"Why, is it leather?"
Kala laughed. "I mean I want his position. He's supposedly the
director over learning and development and I'd love to be in
there, doing that stuff, and I know I could."
"You'll get his chair."
"Yeah sure, and if I do, the first thing I'm going to do in it is
ride you."
"Oh really?"
"Yup, I'll direct and you can learn--it's all part of the
position."
"Position?"
"Me straddling you--that position."
He nodded. "I remember that position, although it's been a while
and the details are a little fuzzy."
Kala licked dressing off her fork and looked at him. "I guess
it's been a while since we've tried any position."
Jim nodded in agreement and took a sip of wine. "I'm all in
favour of Bob's chair--it seems to be making you frisky."
Kala smiled. "I'm a chair-slut, what can I say?"
"You're in a chair now," he pointed out helpfully.
"This one doesn't do much for me though."
"Damn."
Kala pushed her chair back and moved to him, as he pushed his own
chair back but remained seated. She pulled her skirt up over her
hips and straddled him. "However yours does," she said and
smiled, as she started slowly unbuttoning her blouse, watching
his eyes follow her fingers.
"Are you here for the interview?" Jim asked, placing his hands
on her thighs, gently stroking them.
"I'm interested in the accounting position," she said as she
opened her blouse, revealing a lacy mauve bra.
Jim slid his hands back, grabbed her ass, and pulled her tight
against him. "I like your assets so far," he said, raising his
hips a little as he pulled her down. She moved her hips and
ground against the swelling in his jeans.
Kala touched her nipples through her bra, tracing circles around
them as she felt them growing beneath the thin material. She
moaned softly as she rubbed herself against Jim. "I think I'd
like to know about the benefits," she whispered as she pulled her
nipples.
"The benefits are mutual," Jim said as he moved his head forward,
pushing her hand away from her nipple, and taking it between his
lips. He felt her hands on the back of his head as he sucked her
nipple through her bra and squeezed her ass.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good," she whispered. She closed her
eyes and started drifting with pleasure until the shrill sound of
her cell phone cut into the moment.
"Leave it," Jim whispered, trying to move to her other breast.
Kala shifted and grabbed her cell phone off the table.
"Damn it, Kala," Jim said, exasperated.
"I have to," she said and then answered the phone. "Hello? Oh .
. .right. No, that's not . . Well how are we supposed to do
that? . . . No, that's not what was discussed with the
supervisors last week. Hang on, I have it here . . . Why?" She
looked at Jim, giving him her best "I'm sorry" look and then got
off his lap.
Jim watched her leave the dinning room, pulling her skirt back
down over her hips as she walked. He knew he should be
mad--maybe he was and he just didn't feel it any more. He
grabbed his plate, silverware and his glass of wine and then
headed to the living room to watch television. He knew she'd be
hours and when she was finished, the mood would be lost. As he
passed their cat in the hall, he said, "My next wife is going to
work at Taco Bell." The cat trotted by him, not caring because
she obviously had more important things to do--like visit her
food dish. "And we'll have a dog!" Jim added and then went into
the living room to eat and sulk.
~:~:~
"I'm sorry about last night," Kala said as she entered the
kitchen. She flashed him a weak smile, which wasn't returned.
Jim was standing against the counter, drinking his morning coffee
and staring out the window into the yard. "It happens," he said
quietly.
"You're mad." It was a statement, not a question.
He looked at her. "Yeah, I guess I am," and then he rethought
it. "Actually Kala, I'm not mad, I'm disappointed."
"I'm sorry, Jim, I really am, but you know this job and..."
Jim held up his hand like a stop sign. "I know, I've heard this
all before, but I'd like to know when your job became more
important than your life. They're not one and the same, or have
you forgotten that?"
Kala's first instinct was to lash out and defend herself, but she
knew she was in the wrong and she really did feel bad. Once upon
a time the tables had been reversed and it had been her lecturing
Jim. It had taken him less than a year to get his schedule
figured out, and she knew it was going on a couple years now for
herself. When she had finally crawled into bed, she suspected he
was still awake but he didn't say a word, so she turned over and
drifted into a troubled sleep. "Are you still coming to
Montreal?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "I could stay home and get
ignored by the cat and I wouldn't have to deal with French
people."
Kala cracked a small smile. "If I promise to only go to the
seminars and the rest of the weekend is ours, would you deal with
some French people?"
"I'll think about it," he said and put his mug in the dishwasher.
"I have to go; I have rounds at the hospital before the office
today."
"The flight leaves at four-thirty," she reminded.
Jim put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "I
love you," he whispered and then headed for the door, picking up
his briefcase and laptop bag on the way.
"I love you too," she whispered as she watched him walk out the
door. Kala poured herself a coffee and then left it on the
counter as she gathered her purse, briefcase and suitcase and
walked sadly out the door.
~:~:~
Kala dropped her suitcase on the bed and looked around the empty
room. She sighed, shoved her suitcase to the side and flopped
into the middle of the mattress. She was hurt that Jim hadn't
even bothered to call to tell her he wouldn't be joining her on
the trip. As much as she had been in the wrong the previous
night, it still didn't give him the right to do what he did. She
closed her eyes and hot tears slowly ran down her skin. The
phone in her room rang and she grabbed it.
"Hello?"
"Why are you crying?"
Kala stiffened. "Why do you care?"
"Let's not play this game, Kala, you know I care, now, why are
you crying?"
"Would it have killed you to call me and told me you weren't
coming?"
"I'm calling you now..."
"A little late," she said, cutting him off.
"To tell you that I'm sorry I missed the flight, and I can take
the next one out--it leaves in an hour."
"Don't bother."
"You know you don't mean that," he said.
"Maybe I do," she said, brushing the tears off her face with the
back of her hand.
"Do you? Why don't you just tell me if you want me there or not,
Kala--save us both some time," he said and clenched his jaw. It
had been a long day--he had to tell one of his oldest patients
the test results showed her body was quickly being consumed by
cancer, and the day hadn't become any better from there. He
didn't want to fight with Kala, but lately it seemed they spent
most of their time tearing each other apart.
"I think you've already made your decision," she said. "I'll be
back on Sunday."
"Kala," he said and then heard the call disconnect as she hung
up. He raised the phone over his head, ready to smash it down,
his hand shaking in frustration, before he slowly lowered it and
dropped it in the cradle and then stared out the window for a
very long time. The connection was lost, and yet he could hear
her crying.
~:~:~
"Are you enjoying the seminars?"
Kala turned her head to see if the question was directed to her
and she caught her breath slightly. He was very tall, dark
haired, and his eyes were the colour of emeralds. "Me?" she
asked.
He smiled, "Yes, you," and then he read her nametag. "Kala,
that's a very beautiful name."
Kala tried to get herself back together. "Thank you, and yes I
enjoyed the first one I went to."
"We were in the same one," he said and then smiled and offered
his hand. "I'm Mark Douglas, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Mark," Kala said and felt her skin tingling as
they shook hands. "This place is so big," she commented, looking
around so she could pull away from his amazing green eyes.
"Yes it is, and impressive. I've been attending this convention
for about seven years now, and the topics are always top-notch,
the speakers know their stuff and more importantly, the food is
always great."
Kala laughed and looked at her watch. "I think I better start
looking for the Niagara Room for my next seminar."
"Which one?"
"Personality Dynamics and Internal Barriers in Counselling."
"I'm in the same one--why don't we look for it together?"
Kala nodded and they started walking down a hall, searching for
the room. Mark walked close to her, chatting easily about the
previous seminar. When they reached the room, he took her arm
and led her to a row of chairs, allowing her move in first and
sitting beside her. She smiled to herself as she found she was
finally able to relax. All thoughts of the office and Jim were
pushed aside.
"Looks like we're early," he said looking at all the emptyseats.
"Either that or this one isn't very popular," she said as she
crossed her legs.
Mark pretended to look at the course outline in the pamphlet, but
his eyes focused on her shapely thigh as her skirt slid up
slightly. He dropped his pamphlet on the floor, trying to peek
up her skirt. He'd noticed her enter the previous seminar room
and was immediately attracted to her. He watched and waited to
see if she was meeting up with anyone she knew, but she appeared
to be alone. "Are you the only one here from your company?"
"Yes, just me. It was actually supposed to be someone else, but
he couldn't make it, so here I am. Lucky me!"
He laughed. "You didn't want to be here?"
"Not really--I keep thinking about the paper piling up on my
desk, and the two hundred emails I'll have when I return, and
it's a little depressing."
He'd already checked for a wedding ring, so he knew she was
married. He shifted in his seat, as he tried to get a better
view of her cleavage. "A lot of people bring their spouse and
make a weekend out of it." He didn't get any reaction, so he
continued. "I used to bring mine before we were separated. I'm
pretty sure she wouldn't be interested in joining me now." The
truth was, he was very married and he'd never brought his wife
with him. For the past seven years he'd had more than his fair
share of luck picking up women in the seminars and it made for a
very interesting weekend.
Kala smiled. "Let's not even discuss them right now."
"Hey, that works for me," he said with a laugh, reaching out to
touch her shoulder lightly. If she pulled away that was a bad
sign. Kala didn't flinch, and he smiled.
"I was going to stay until Sunday, but I think I'll just head
back tonight."
Mark frowned; he didn't want to think he was wasting his time on
her if she was just going to leave. "And miss all the good
stuff?"
"There's good stuff?"
"Sure, there's a huge dinner party tonight and it's an excellent
place to network, and then there are events in and out of the
hotel on Saturday and Sunday--it's all in the brochure." He
wanted to add that they could stay in the hotel and make up their
own events, but he just smiled instead.
"I don't know," she said. She wondered if she should go home and
spend some time with Jim and maybe they could talk out what had
been happening to their marriage. The thought of him still made
her mad. "I might stay," she said and flashed him a smile.
"Sounds good to me," he said and looked quickly around the room.
Last year he'd been caught by the woman he'd used the previous
year and he didn't want that to happen again. He didn't want the
same piece of ass twice, unless he absolutely couldn't find
another one that suited him. He didn't ask for much. They had
to be married, attractive and fuckable. He glanced over at Kala
who was reading her pamphlet and he felt a familiar stirring
between his legs. He eyed her breasts and they looked round and
full under her blouse, and he could tell she was wearing a red
bra, always a good sign. He'd already checked out her ass and
legs, and she was sexy as hell. He pretended to read his
pamphlet, and let his leg touch hers. Again, she didn't pull
away. He couldn't wait to have her withering under him,
screaming to be fucked harder.
"Mark?" He pulled his leg away, afraid that he'd been busted.
"Yes?"
"I just asked if you'd watch my stuff--I need to use the
facilities before this starts."
"Sure, your stuff is safe with me," he said and smiled. He
caught her eyes for a moment, and he was certain he had her.
Kala smiled quickly and made her way down the row of chairs,
smiling. Maybe the trip wouldn't be so bad after all.
~:~:~
Jim made his way through the lobby of the hotel and stood in line
for almost ten minutes before making it to the front desk.
"Bonjour et bienvenue. Comment est-ce que je peux vous aider?"
"Merci--room key for Gray, please."
The woman behind the counter smiled at him and tapped on her
keyboard. "Name?"
"Jim Gray."
"Are you here with a conference?" she asked, eyeing him
suspiciously.
"No, well yes, my wife Kala is--she checked in last night. I
believe the reservation is in both of our names."
"One moment, please," she said, tapping away.
Jim took his driver's license out of his wallet and handed it to
her. "This might help."
The women eyed the photo on his license, looked at him and then
at the computer before handing it back to him. "Thank you, Dr.
Gray." She coded a card key for the door, put it in an envelope
with the room number written on it, and then handed it to him.
"Enjoy your stay."
"I plan on it," he said, and then headed to the elevator.
~:~:~
"That was really interesting," Kala said to Mark as they left the
seminar room together. "I really had my doubts, but wow. That's
the kind of stuff I want to be doing--probably everyone there
wants to be doing, but it's so hard to find the time and
resources."
Mark smiled, "I agree."
"I'm going to buy those two books they recommended," she said as
she checked the handouts they'd been given for the names of them.
"I think this is something we could use."
Mark looked around and checked his watch. "Lunch is being served
now, why don't we head to the dinning room--we can go to the book
booth before the next seminar."
Kala smiled and agreed and walked comfortably beside him,
chatting about the seminar. She noticed a woman coming straight
at them and wondered what her hurry was.
"Hello, Mark."
"Hi," Mark said and tried to smile. She was the woman from last
year and her named escaped him. "How are you?"
"I'm okay," she said as she eyed Kala.
Mark noticed the way she was eyeing Kala and quickly jumped in.
"We're just on our way to grab some lunch, have you already
eaten?"
"I'm Johanna," she said, offering her hand to Kala with a frozen
smile on her face.
"I'm Kala, and it's nice to meet you. Would you like to join us
for lunch?"
Johanna looked at Mark and then back at Kala. "Thanks for the
offer, but I'm here with some co-workers and I'm just going to
join them now."
Kala smiled and silently wondered why the air had become so
thick. Johanna was staring at Mark who was just standing there
like an observer of the conversation. Kala stared at him too,
wondering what was going on.
"It was good seeing you again, Johanna," Mark said. "Kala and I
better get in there before all the food is gone."
"That would be a shame, wouldn't it, Mark? What would you
possibly eat then?" What she had probably intended to be a smile
was more of a sneer as she pushed her way between them and
continued down the hall.
"Well, she's charming," Kala said, watching Johanna storm away.
Mark quietly breathed a sigh of relief and then took Kala's arm.
"She's a very strange woman, I'm afraid. Last year she kept
hitting on me, and I just didn't feel whatever she was feeling,
so I had to turn her down." He gave her an award-winning smile.
"Never mind her--I'm starving; let's go see what there is to
eat."
Kala looked down the hall--Johanna was gone. She shrugged,
smiled at Mark and then walked with him to the dinning room.
~:~:~
Jim tossed his suitcase on the bed, unzipped it and pulled out
the few clothes he'd packed. He opened the bottom drawer of the
dresser and dropped the clothes in before closing it with his
foot. His shaving kit went into the bathroom and then there was
nothing left but a black plastic bag. He smiled at it. Putting
items in a black plastic bag with no logo on it, pretty much told
everyone what it contained. He had devised his plan the previous
night as he sat in the living room in the dark. He pulled out
one of the movies and popped it into the VCR, flicked on the
television and went back to the bag, pulling out all the
contents.
"Just come over here and fuck me."
Jim looked up and stared at the television for a moment. "I
would but I'm a married man," he said to the voluptuous blonde on
the screen. "And besides I think you might have too many miles
on you."
"Yeah, right there, you bastard."
Jim shook his head, turned the volume down and returned to the
contents on the bed. He took the blindfold out of the box,
feeling the jelly move between his fingers. The instructions
said to put the mask in hot water for five minutes, and then wrap
it in a towel until ready to use. Tension- relieving results
were guaranteed, but he had planned plenty of other ways to
relieve tension. He continued to unpack his other surprises,
putting them in the drawer with his clothes. The four thin silk
ribbons he put into his pocket for easy access later. He smiled,
and turned up the television.
"Yeah Baby, lick it...oh, oh, oh...yes, fuck me you big stud."
"Those acting lessons really paid off," Jim said to the
television. He looked around the room and then at his watch. He
had a couple of hours to kill before Kala returned, so he
sprawled out on the bed and watched the movie without really
seeing it. His thoughts were on his wife as he drifted into a
light sleep.
~:~:~
Kala tried concentrating on the speaker but found her mind
wandering. She had to admit that the day had been better than
she thought it would be, and having someone to keep her company
was a bonus. She glanced at him quickly and then turned her eyes
back to the front of the room. Mark seemed really nice, but ...
"I wish she'd speed it up a little," Mark leaned over and
whispered, as he breathed in her scent, trying to get her
comfortable with his being close.
She smiled and glanced at her watch. It was almost four-thirty
which meant the seminar should be wrapping up.
"You've been a great audience, thank you."
They gave her a polite round of applause and then people quickly
departed. "Two out of three ain't bad," Mark said and stretched
as he stood up. He looked at Kala and grinned. "So now the fun
begins."
"Oh?"
"Why don't we go to the lounge and have a few drinks and then
decide what to do for dinner. They have a buffet, or if you
like, there's a wonderful little restaurant not far from here,
with excellent food and a very cozy atmosphere."
"Mark, I was thinking that maybe I would just see if I could
catch a flight back."
"Aww, come on, Kala--live a little! What's there to rush home
to?" He reached out and put his hand on her arm.
"My husband," she said, as she stepped back from him
Mark frowned and stepped close to her again. "He gets to have
you all the time, how about giving me a little of that?"
Kala looked at him and finally saw right through the charming
smile and green eyes. "Thanks for the company today Mark, but we
end here."
"That's it?" he said in total disbelief. "What are you, some
kind of tease? I spend all day courting you around and you're
leaving with `thanks for the company'--just like that?"
"Oh no," she said and moved very close to him. She patted his
cheek and said, "It's just like this," as she turned and walked
out of the room.
~:~:~
She pushed open the door, trying to juggle the books she'd bought
and the reading materials handed out in the different seminars.
She stopped in the doorway and wondered if she'd left the
television on, and then the muscles in her stomach
tightened--someone was in her room. Mark? She was about to back
out of the door when Jim came around the corner.
"Hi Honey, I'm home," he said softly.
"You scared me half to death!" she said, moving in the door.
"Lucky for you I'm a doctor," he said smiling. She was so
beautiful.
"Lucky for me you're my husband," she said as she put everything
she was carrying on the floor. She stepped over the pile and
into his arms. "I'm so sorry," she whispered into his chest and
he held her tight.
He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back. "We need to talk,"
he said.
"Not now," she whispered.
"Yes, now," he said and slowly pushed her away. "Come over
here."
Kala allowed him to pull her down to sit on the bed. Her heart
was pounding hard and she felt like she was going to be sick.
Would he really travel to a hotel to tell her it was over? The
thought made her eyes start to tear up. "Please don't stop
loving me," she whispered.
Jim sat beside her. "Who said I was going to stop loving you?"
he said and wiped a tear off her cheek. "I love you, Kala, and
that's never going to change."
Kala sniffed. She knew she was an emotional mess and wished she
could gather herself together. "Then what do you want to talk
about?"
Jim smiled and brushed her hair back from her face with his
fingers. "You and I both need to change our focus and
concentrate on what's really important." Kala nodded and he
continued. "We're both guilty of it, Kala. Maybe when we're both
neglecting the relationship at the same time it's easier to
ignore that there's a problem, but lately I've been back on the
receiving end, and I have to say, I really miss my wife."
"She misses you too," she said with a small sigh. "We have to do
something soon because I don't like living this way either," she
said and put her hand over his.
Jim smiled. "So we're in agreement then? We're both going to
make a conscious effort to leave the office at the office?"
"I'll leave mine in my new chair," she said and grinned.
"Leather chair," he corrected her.
"Bob's chair!" she said and laughed.
"You really are a chair-slut, aren't you?"
"Wanna find out?"
Jim smiled. "Actually, I want you to relax."
"I am relaxed, now."
"No, I don't think you are--you look a little stressed."
She looked at him and smiled. "Actually I'm fine--I feel really
good."
"You don't have to pretend," he said and smiled back at her.
"Lucky for you I have the perfect stress reliever for a rainy
day."
She looked out the hotel window into the blue clear
late-afternoon sky. "Yeah, great-I was starting to get depressed
with all that gloom and doom happening out there."
He ignored her comments and stood in front of her, smiling. She
didn't look stressed, just a little tired. "What you need is a
nice shoulder rub," he said, looking down at her sitting on the
couch. "After that, a nice relaxing bath, some dinner and then
maybe a little television snuggled in bed with me."
She looked up at him and wondered what he was up to. Somewhere
in all of his agenda there had to be a bullet point where they
got naked--she was sure of it. "Maybe you're right, so why don't
you just point me to wherever I'm supposed to be and take total
control of my evening."
"Well okay, if you really want me to," he said as he reached down
and took her hands, pulling her to her feet before she could
change her mind. He let go of her hands and pulled out the chair
from beside the desk, placing it so it was facing the rest of the
room. "Just have a seat here, Madame, and I will soothe those
aching muscles."
She smiled and sat down, thinking she'd really like to get out of
her suit and slip into something more comfortable, like her
jammies.
"I'll be right back," he said and moved quickly to the bathroom,
returning instantly with a towel. He unfolded it in front of her
and produced a black face mask.
"Uh, what's with the blindfold?" she asked, her eyes narrowing
suspiciously.
"Blindfold?" he asked, hoping he looked appropriately shocked at
her blunder. "This, my dear, is not a blindfold but a soothing
jelly-filled mask for your eyes. I've had it sitting in hot
water to warm it for you." He ignored the suspicious look on her
face and moved behind her, placing the mask gently over her eyes
before pulling the elastic strap over the back of her head.
"Mmm, this actually feels nice," she said as the warmth of the
mask started soaking into her skin.
"I thought you'd like it," he said. He stood in front of her,
glad she couldn't see him because she would have been immediately
been flagged to his arousal. "Now, let's get the rest of you
relaxing too."
"I think I could fall asleep with this on," she said softly.
"Good idea," Jim said and then kissed her as he took her hands
and placed the on the arms of the chair. He then pulled a silk
ribbon from his pocket and lightly wrapped it around her arm and
the arm of the chair. She was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and
gave him no indication that she could feel it. He kissed her a
little harder, letting his tongue explore her open mouth as he
lightly tied the other arm in place. Breaking the kiss he placed
both his hands on her arms, holding them down. "I love kissing
you," he whispered honestly as his mind raced to the next step.
"Then come back and kiss me some more," she said invitingly.
"I want you to relax, though," he said. "If I keep kissing you,
you'll get all excited and start wiggling and swearing like a
sailor. Not that I don't enjoy my little gutter-mouthed wife,
but I don't want you moving a muscle so maybe I shouldn't kiss
you." He wondered how stupid that sounded.
"I'll only move my lips," she whispered and parted them.
His cock was now pressing hard against his jeans, with images of
what the next few hours would hold running through his mind.
Looking at her parted wet lips didn't help calm him any. "Okay,
you stick to that promise then," he said and leaned down to kiss
her waiting lips. As he kissed her he figured out the only way
to complete the next part of the operation was to move quickly.
He moved away slowly and picked up a ribbon.
"Tell me one thing you learned today," he said softly.
"Now?"
"Sure--now's a very good time."
"I think now is a good kissing time, so get back here."
"Tell me," he said as he knelt in front of the chair.
"Well, I learned that no matter where you go, stupid people will
always be there, and if you're really lucky . . . hey, what are
you doing? What's that around my . . . hey, why can't I move my
arms? Jim!"
Jim finished tying her legs to the chair legs. He wrapped the
ribbon several times around them both and finished it off with a
tight bow. He had decided earlier that it would be beneficial to
tie her legs to the chair, right below her knees, instead of her
ankles. He loved the hotel room chairs--they were narrow at the
back and wide at the front so her legs were spread a good space
apart. He bent down and looked between her legs, under her skirt
to see white lace panties and he sighed softly.
"What are you doing?" she asked, squirming in the chair.
He reached down, undid the bow on one of the ribbons around her
arm and pulled it tighter and then did the same to the other. "I
want you to relax," he said softly.
"But I can't move, and I can't see--this isn't exactly how I like
to relax."
"You don't need to move to relax--just breathe deeply," he said
and he moved behind her. His fingers lightly touched her neck
and slid down to her shoulders. With experienced hands, he
massaged her neck and shoulders until he could physically feel
her relaxing. "That's better," he whispered and kissed the top
of her head.
With one hand he stroked her hair and with the other, he took the
television remote from his back pocket and turned the television
on and then the VCR. He hit the mute button, put the remote back
into this pocket and slowly pulled the mask off her head.
Kala blinked in the light and the focused on the television.
"Uhm, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"There are naked people on the television."
Jim smiled and leaned down, kissing her neck softly. "Yes there
are," he said, his lips brushing against her skin. He pulled the
television remote out of his pocket, and turned up the volume
before tossing it on the couch. If there was one thing in their
relationship that always held steady and true, it was their love
of sex, and trying to make each experience top the last. Ever
since he'd known her, she'd always been extremely sexual and very
verbal, although over the last few months she had been less
talkative, which set off alarms to him that she wasn't enjoying
herself as much as she normally did. Not only did she love
talking dirty, but when he talked dirty to her, she could barely
contain herself. His eyes moved to the television as his lips
moved against her ear. "Do you think that woman is enjoying
having her nipples pulled like that, Kala?"
She wiggled slightly in the chair, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Probably," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Well if she's not enjoying that, then she must be enjoying that
other guy licking her wet pussy, wouldn't you think?"
"It's a fair guess," she said in a heavy sigh.
Jim backed away and sat in a chair close behind her, studying her
as she watched the movie. Her head was cocked slightly to the
right, eyes fixed on the television screen and her lips slightly
parted. He looked briefly at the screen to see what she was
viewing. One guy was fucking the woman from behind while the
other was feeding her his cock. The urge to rub his cock through
his jeans was almost overwhelming. He leaned forward and
whispered "Do you think if she's really good that he'll fuck
her ass, Kala?"
She shivered and tried to move in the chair but couldn't. Her
pussy was already starting to ache and she tried to squeeze her
thighs together to help relieve it, but she couldn't with the way
he'd tied her legs to the chair. "Untie me," she said, her eyes
not moving from the screen as the camera angle changed. The
woman was begging the guy to fuck her ass with his cock instead
of his finger. "Untie me," she whispered again.
Jim grinned and moved to her side. With the lightest of touches
he ran one finger over her nipple and watched as her body
trembled. Her nipples were protruding through her bra and white
silk blouse. He pressed his finger a little harder against it,
feeling how hard and tight it had become in a very short time.
The things he wanted to do--the things he would do. He smiled as
he pinched her nipple fairly hard and then backed off.
Her eyes met his. "Untie me."
"Watch the movie and relax."
"I can't relax ... this is mean ... untie me please."
He moved behind her, taking her head between his hands and moving
it until she was looking at the television again. "How do you
think it feels to have your ass fucked while another guy is
licking and sucking on your pussy, Kala?"
"Oh God," she moaned.
His hands moved down and cupped her breasts. He squeezed them,
feeling her nipples hard against his palms. "I love your tits,"
he whispered into her ear. He looked up at the screen. "Look at
that--she's sucking his big cock while one guy eats her pussy and
another fucks her ass." He felt her body tremble again and he
let go of her breasts, taking her nipples between his fingers and
began pinching and twisting them--something he knew drove her
wild.
"Jim," she whispered as she pushed back on the chair. "Fuck, Jim
..."
"Like how they're both fucking her now, Kala? Look at that, she
has two cocks pounding into her now--fucking her hard--fucking
her pussy and her ass at the same time--do you see that?"
"Oh God," she whimpered as she watched the cocks move hard into
the woman. Jim worked her nipples harder and she closed her eyes
and put her head back, moaning loudly. She wanted to cum--she
had to cum. She shifted and pushed down hard against the seat of
the chair until she could feel it against her pussy and then she
ground herself against it, finding some small relief from her
ache. Her nipples were on fire with desire when Jim released
them. Her whole body was shaking and her mind whirled. She'd
been so close to orgasm and he stopped. "Jim, please!" she
whimpered, tilting her head back, trying to look into his eyes,
her own eyes pleading.
"What?"
"Touch me. Go back to my nipples and pinch them--fuck me--God,
do anything, just touch me."
As she pleaded with him, he watched as her hips moved back and
forth and he smiled knowing she was getting a little of what she
needed. "I think you should go back to the movie," he said and
moved back behind her.
She watched--the characters had changed. Now three men and a
woman were on the screen, all dressed and sitting around a table,
apparently in a meeting--no, they were discussing a football pool
in which the lowest scorer had been the woman and now she had to
pay her debt. Kala figured the woman wasn't going to need any
cash to pay it off. For a moment she forgot about her ache and
concentrated on what little story there was. The woman, who
turned out to be the boss of the three men, had promised to give
them whatever they wanted if she lost. It was never explained
what each guy would have done had he lost. She hated when the
plots were so sloppy--someone was cheating.
Jim sat back in his chair and watched Kala as she watched the
movie. He smiled as he wondered if she realized she was slowly
rocking against the chair.
Kala shifted slightly as she watched. The woman sat primly in
her business suit as the first guy appeared in front of her, his
slacks already sporting a tent. With expert fingers she had his
belt undone and his wet hard cock out of his pants in seconds
flat. She didn't tease him with licks; instead her mouth
engulfed his big cock and he grabbed the back of her head and
steadily fucked her hungry mouth. The man growled things like
"yeah, suck that big cock" and "oh fuck yeah, I'm fucking your
mouth" as the woman happily moaned and sucked. Kala
watched--jealous of the woman on the screen who probably didn't
like sucking cock even half as much as she did. Her mouth was
dry--she wanted a cock in it.
"James?" She turned her head and was surprised to see him
stretched out across the bed, completely naked and slowly
stroking his very swollen cock. Her body trembled.
"Yes?"
"Come here."
"Why?"
"I want to suck your cock," she said honestly.
Jim smiled and moved to her side, his cock level with her face.
"You'd like to suck this?" he asked, stroking it near hear face.
"Oh yes," she whispered as she eyed the pre-cum dripping from the
tip. She tried to lean over to lick his cock but couldn't reach
him. "Come closer."
Jim checked the screen and then looked back at her, smiling at
the passion he could see in her blue eyes. "She finished that
guy and is on to the next--don't you want to see his cock?"
"I want your cock in my mouth."
"I think you should watch that," he said, motioning to the
television with his head, still stroking his cock.
"I can't. Fuck, Jim, just step over here and I promise you a
blow job that'll blow your mind too."
Jim smiled and moved behind her, taking her head gently in
between his hands and turning it so she was facing the television
again. "Look at how his cock just seems to be made to fit inside
her pussy, Kala. Watch how wet his shaft is when he pulls back
and, oh God, see how hard he's fucking her? Do you want that,
Baby? Can you feel that big cock just slamming into your hot
pussy?" He stopped and listened to her breathing, which had
become ragged. Pressing his lips against her ear, he said, "I
bet you're just soaked, aren't you, Sweetie? Your pussy must
just be dripping and I bet it's aching, isn't it?"
She started to shake, her hands balled into fists. He was right
that her pussy ached against her panties. She ground down on the
chair and pushed her hips forward; causing her panties to slide
between her lips a little further with each forward movement.
She could feel the material against her swollen clit, just barely
touching it, and she growled out of frustration. "Damn it Jim, I
need to be fucked." She turned to try and look at him, hoping a
desperate look would get to him.
He didn't give her what he knew she wanted. He didn't want to
look into her eyes at that moment because he might just give in.
Instead, he rested his dripping cock on her shoulder and rubbed
it slowly back and forth against her smooth skin. A mixture of
amusement and arousal washed over him as he watched her try to
lick his cock but she couldn't reach. With his index finger, he
scooped some pre-cum off the tip of his cock. Moving in front of
her, he reached out and slowly ran his finger over her bottom
lip, slicking it with his cum. His cock lurched as she quickly
moved her head forward and caught his finger between her teeth,
her tongue cleaning off his finger. He left it there for a
second and then pulled it from her mouth, watching her tongue run
over her bottom lip. He smiled and moved behind her, once again,
almost feeling bad as she let out a little whimper.
Kala sighed and turned her attention back to the television. The
third guy had taken his boss-lady into what looked to be a
bathroom and had her bent over the sink. He knelt behind her,
licking her ass and then slapping it a little harder each time,
so her cheeks were turning rosy red. The woman moaned and told
him to treat her like the slut she was. Kala smirked and
wondered if that line would work on Jim. She was about to ask
him when the guy grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and pulled
her head back. They kissed hard as the camera zoomed in to his
hands squeezing her breasts and then tugging roughly on her
nipples.
Jim stood behind her and slid his hands down her blouse, over her
breasts and then back up. As his hands moved up, her whole body
leaned into them. His fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse
and he undid them slowly. Very carefully he pulled her blouse
out from her skirt and undid the rest of the buttons before
pushing her blouse back. He looked down into her cleavage and
sighed. Her breasts were cupped firmly in a red bra, trimmed
with a little lace, and he could clearly see her nipples through
the thin material. His cock pushed against the back of the chair
as he leaned over and kissed her ear. "He's going to fuck her
ass."
Kala pushed back against the chair and closed her eyes for a
moment. She wanted to be the one having her ass fucked. She
opened her eyes when she felt Jim's fingers circling her nipples
and then cried out when he took them both and rolled them between
his fingers and thumbs.
He massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, watching the
pleasure on her face. In an instant he was in front of her,
knelt between her legs, his face level with her breasts. He
looked up at her for a second and then leaned into her, taking
her nipple into his mouth and roughly lashing his tongue against
the material, her nipple hard behind it. He sucked hard, nipping
at the material and then sucking again as he pulled his head
back. He listened to her moans and felt her pushing her body
against his and he wondered if he should have tied her at the
waist too. Pulling his head back, his eyes focused on the soaked
material around her nipple and his cock lurched again. Taking
her breasts in both hands, he pushed them tightly together until
her nipples were just an inch away from each other and he sucked
and licked from one to the other, moving in frantic motion which
drove her wild.
"Fuck, oh fuck ..."
She was wiggling wildly and let out a little scream when he
pulled down one of the cups and latched his mouth finally onto
her bare nipple. He sucked greedily, feeling her nipple in his
mouth with his tongue as the other one was being entertained by
his fingers. He leaned into her, trying to push her back into
the chair but she fought against him, looking for something to
rub against. He pulled back and smiled at her as he unhooked the
front of her bra and slowly pulled it away from her skin. He
sighed and said, "You have great tits."
"Then suck them," she growled. Her body ached for release.
She'd almost been there before he pulled away and she knew he
suspected that.
His fingers traced a nipple as he turned his head and looked at
the television behind him and then back at her. "The naughty
little slut is about to get her pussy fucked hard," he said as
his finger moved down her stomach to her thigh, where he rested
his hand.
Kala looked up to see the guy help the woman to the floor. She
was on her hands and knees practically yelling at the man to fuck
her, which he did. "How come she asks and receives and yet here
I am ..."
"You can't believe everything you see on television," Jim said
and then smirked at the dirty look she shot him. He watched for
a moment and then said, "Look at how he pulls his cock right out,
waits for half a second and then just rams right back into her."
"I can see that," she said, her voice was shaking.
He kissed her knee and then moved up her thigh to where her skirt
was. She had wiggled so much her skirt was high on her thighs
and he could easily see her panties. "You look a little wet," he
said.
"Duh." He detected a hit of anger in her sarcasm.
He grinned and put his head down between her thighs, licking from
one to the other, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. His
mouth was inches away from her pussy and it was so tempting to
just give up the tease and take her. He licked her inner thigh
and suddenly had her pussy right against his mouth as she jerked
her body forward. He kissed her hot wet panties and then backed
away. "Bad girl."
"Bite me," she said without a smile.
"No, no, I think you'd like that."
She smirked and turned her head back to the television. "You do
realize that eventually you will have to let me go and the
chances of me ever having sex with you again are getting smaller
as each minute passes." It was more of a statement than a
question.
Ahh, the threats. "I better make this good, then," he said and
then laughed quietly when she growled playfully at him. He
opened the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, opened
it and then found a straw. "You better have some of this," he
said as he put the straw to her lips. "You're losing a lot of
liquid and I don't want you dehydrating on me."
"You're so thoughtful," she said as she sipped the water. It
felt good in her mouth and she hadn't realized how thirsty she
was. When she was finished, she released the straw from her lips
and smiled up at him. "Thanks."
Jim smiled at her, feeling warmed by her smile. If she had asked
at that second to be let go, he would have done it. Instead she
leaned back in the chair and sighed. He screwed the cap back on
the bottle and then held it against one of her nipples, which
tightened instantly from the cold. He moved the bottle to the
other nipple and watched as it too hardened. He looked at her
face to see he didn't have her undivided attention.
"My God, look at him licking her pussy--it's like he hasn't had
anything to eat for a week. Fuck, he's driving his tongue right
into her..." she moaned and shifted slightly, pushing her pussy
hard against the seat of the chair.
Jim pulled out one of the desk drawers and removed the first toy,
a vibrating egg. He looked up at her and smiled. She was
completely hypnotized by images on the television. He studied
her face, moving from her eyes to the tip of her nose and then
her lips. Down her neck his eyes moved slowly until they rested
on her breasts which were slightly hidden now behind her blouse
from all her wiggling around. He liked the way the silk was
lying against her skin and found himself itching to touch her.
Instead he squeezed his hands together, making fists and then
remembered his mission. He rested his index finger on the little
egg and slowly pushed it against the seat of the chair, towards
her pussy. When his finger made contact with her panties she
jumped and looked down.
"It's about time," she whispered and rubbed against his finger.
Jim watched his finger disappear under her pussy as she rubbed
back and forth. He could feel his finger sinking between her
lips and her warm juices soaking his skin. Looking up he caught
her eye and then she looked back at the television, still rubbing
herself against him. He moved his finger a little, pressing his
knuckle against her clit, causing her to tremble slightly and
press down harder. As she rubbed, he slowly removed his finger
and watched with delight as she continued to rub; only now she
was doing it against the toy. He sat on the floor in front of
her and watched her face as he turned the dial on the remote. He
could tell the instant the egg started to vibrate.
Kala closed her eyes and threw her head back as the vibrations
shot through her pussy, igniting every nerve in her body. "Oh
God," she moaned and then sucked in her breath through her teeth.
She grabbed onto the arms of the chair and dug her nails into
the wood. As she moved the toy moved harder against her clit and
she rocked harder. She could hear someone on the television
whimpering -- or was that her? A moment later her eyes flew open
and she looked down at Jim. "I'm going to cum," she announced.
"I'm going to fucking cum all over this chair and I'm going to do
it now!" She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her mouth
opened, and what started as a low moan turned into a scream.
Jim watched her, feeling his whole body responding to the sights
and sounds of her orgasm. Her whole body moved in a series of
shakes and shudders and then dropped back against the seat of the
chair. Jim pulled the egg back and set it on the floor beside
him. When he looked up, she was looking down at him.
"I think I needed that," she panted.
He smiled and stood up. "I think you might have," he said as he
leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "But that was only the
first and just a little one compared to what will follow." He
kissed her again and again, tasting her and preparing himself for
round two.
"Untie me," she whispered as he kissed her.
"No can do." He kissed her neck, feeling her pulse against his
lips.
"Jim, I want you to fuck me."
Jim closed his eyes as he kissed her lips. She muttered against
his mouth how much she wanted to be fucking him and how hot her
pussy was. He knew exactly what she was trying to do and it
almost worked. Reluctantly he pulled himself back and stood
before her. He looked at her and then looked down and smiled.
"Something is very awake."
"Let me kiss him."
"Uhm, no." Jim turned and popped the finished video out of the
VCR and pushed the next one in. He hit fast forward until the
movie started and then let it play. "You should watch this." He
moved behind her and waited as the guy on the television told his
secretary that in order to keep her job she was going to have to
start pulling her weight a little more around the office. He was
tired of her taking two-hour lunches and so forth. She told him
that she was sorry but she had been shopping and then slowly
pulled up her skirt to show off her new black thong. Jim watched
with amusement as the guy told her how naughty she was being and
then insisted she pull up her skirt, lean over his desk while he
spanked her with a ruler. He pulled his chair back up directly
behind Kala and reached around, grabbing her breasts and
squeezing them.
"Are you going to spank me with a ruler if I'm bad?" she asked.
"Maybe," he whispered against her ear. "Or maybe I'd going to
bend you over the desk like that and fuck your little ass while I
spank it with my hand." He pinched her nipples and then rolled
them between his fingers. "I'll have to lick your pussy first
and then work my way to your ass. Would you like that?"
"Uh huh," she moaned and wiggled in her chair.
He looked over her shoulder and he pushed her breasts together
hard and then pulled her nipples. He held her breasts together
with one hand and the other slide down her stomach, over the edge
of her skirt and then his fingers made contact with her wet
panties. She whimpered again for him to fuck her. He slid his
hand up and after grabbing the waistband of her panties, he
yanked up quickly, driving the crotch between her swollen wet
lips and hard against her clit. She slammed back against the
chair and then rocked her hips. "Feel good?"
"Yes."
He pulled again and she moaned. "How about that?"
"Yesssss," she hissed.
He let go of her panties and quickly slid his hand down, his hand
cupping her pussy before squeezing it. "Your pussy is soaked."
He squeezed again and she thrust her pussy against his hand.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?"
"Uh huh," she whimpered.
Jim released her pussy and rubbed his index finger over her
panties, pushing down hard against her clit. "How badly do you
want to be fucked?"
She whispered, "Like there's no tomorrow."
He slipped his finger under her panties and rubbed his finger up
and down her wet slit. "I bet you'd like my cock in here right
now, wouldn't you?" he asked as his finger teased her opening.
He held it there and allowed her to press down, letting about a
quarter of his finger slip easily inside her. He wiggled it and
she swore. "Does that feel good, Baby?" he asked and she moaned
in response. He released her breasts and continued to rub his
finger between her lips, enjoying how her body responded to his
touch. She was primed and so ready and yet he wanted to keep
teasing. "I bet I know what you'd like," he said and removed his
hand from between her legs.
"No, no, I was liking that..."
He moved to the drawer and pulled something out and then returned
to the front of her chair. Kneeling down in front of her, her
leaned in and licked one of her nipples. "They're so hard,
Kala." He moved back a little and brought his hand up to her
breast and slowly closed a clamp over her hard nipple.
"Oh God! Oh fuck, oh ..."
He licked the tip of her nipple and gently massaged her breast as
she got used to the pressure. Her body relaxed a little and he
clamped the second one and then massaged and licked until she
stopped swearing. He leaned back and checked his handiwork. Her
nipples were firmly clamped but she didn't appear to be too
uncomfortable. Taking her breasts in his hands, he jiggled them
and she arched and moaned. He knew that each time she moved she'd
be able to feel the clamps. He smiled as he turned the dial and
the clamps began to vibrate.
Kala looked down at her clamped nipples and felt them
tingling--she wiggled and moaned softly at the pleasure the
clamps created when she moved. She watched as Jim licked the
tips of her nipples, and her body exploded with pleasure. When
her nipples were clamped, everything was intensified and his
tongue was doing unbelievable things to her. "Mmm that feels so
good," she whispered. She jumped when he took the clamp between
his teeth and tugged on it. "Fuck," she moaned and arched
against him. She could feel her pussy juices running down her
lips and over her ass.
"Yes ... fuck," he whispered as he pushed her skirt over her hips
so it sat around her waist. He kissed along her panty line,
occasionally slipping his tongue under the material against her
hot skin. He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her
against his mouth.
"Ohhh God, yes!" she moaned as he nibbled and sucked on her pussy
through her panties. She could feel his hot breath against her
equally hot skin. She trembled in his hands as he attacked her
pussy, growling against her swollen lips and then he dropped her
back to the chair. Without a word he untied her legs and she
stretched them out, feeling her muscles tighten.
"We need to get rid of these," he said as he yanked her panties
down and pulled them off her legs. He looked up at her and
smiled before slipping his hands back under her ass and raising
her pussy back to his lips. She draped her legs over his
shoulders right before he buried his face in her pussy.
"Oh yeah ... oh fuck Jim ... yes ... oh God, yes ... fuck me with
your tongue ... oh fuck, fuck, fuck ... oh I'm going to cum."
First he felt her thighs tighten against his head and then her
body started to tremble. Unable to move his head, he could still
move his tongue and he licked furiously as she came hard against
his face. As her orgasm finished, her thighs released their
grip. Jim looked up at her as he gently licked her pussy lips.
She gave him a hazy smile and he took a couple of swipes at her
clit with his tongue and she jumped. He loved how sensitive it
was after she came. "Feel better?"
"Yes, sort of, but ..."
He gently put her back down on the chair and the then stroked her
thighs. His cock was throbbing hard. "But?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Jim ... I mean, I really
appreciate what you've done here and everything, but ... well if
you don't fuck me this very minute, I'm ..." His lips were on
hers instantly and when he pulled away she smiled at him. "Fuck
me, please."
He reached down and untied her arms but she remained in the
chair. He took her hands in his and pulled her up. She stood on
wobbly legs as he took her in his arms and held her tight against
him, his cock pressed firmly against her stomach. He kissed her
once, smiled and then quickly turned her around and bent her over
the chair. She moved her feet apart and wiggled her ass at him.
"I think I'll fuck that," he commented right before he slapped
it.
"Geeze, just fuck something," she laughed and wiggled her ass
some more.
Jim moved behind her with his cock in his hand. He ran the head
between her soaked, swollen lips, feeling it instantly covered in
her juices. Without ceremony, he placed it against her opening,
held onto her hips and thrust hard into her. They moaned
together and froze for only a second before he pulled back and
started a steady rhythm of hard long strokes. He bit his lip and
threw his head back, silently reciting the words of a song as she
slammed her ass against him. He could feel the second she was
about to cum before she screamed she was going to. Her pussy was
starting to tighten on his cock and he pulled back until he was
completely out of her before ramming hard back in and holding it
there. She screamed, pushed back and clenched him inside her
while her body trembled. When her body started to relax a
little, he slowly started to fuck her again.
"Mmm," she said softly and then slammed herself hard against him,
growling, "I think you should fuck me like you mean it."
Jim grinned and held his pace. "Oh believe me, I do mean it."
"No you don't, it's like you're out for a leisurely walk." She
held the chair and shoved back again.
Jim slapped her ass and then thrust hard into her, causing the
chair to almost topple over. "Nice day for a walk," he said
through his teeth. She was intentionally squeezing him with her
pussy muscles and he knew his time was limited.
"Oh God, yeah ... harder," she growled. She moved down so her
breasts were flat against the cushion of the chair and she could
feel her clamped nipples getting wet as they pressed against
where she had been sitting for over an hour.
Jim pulled out and then slapped her ass--she moaned and wiggled
it and then he smiled. "Do you think you're cute teasing me with
your ass like that?" he asked before slapping the other cheek.
She answered with an exaggerated wiggle. He could hear his own
breathing as he put two fingers into her pussy and slowly pulled
them back out. He rubbed her cream over her ass and then stroked
his cock a couple times before pressing the head against her.
"Oh God."
"You shouldn't tease," he said and then grinned, thinking of the
long tease he'd pulled off. His hips moved forward and he
watched the head of his cock slowly disappear.
"Neither should you," she moaned and then caught him off guard
when she slammed back into him, driving his cock deep into her
ass.
"Oh Kala," he whispered as he started rocking against her. Her
ass felt tight around his cock, and as she squeezed him inside of
her, he felt her fingers run over his balls, playing with them,
pressing them against her body and then tugging them. "I'm not
... I ... fuck ... Kala." His body shook violently as he slammed
into her once more and then came, jerking against her. He heard
her moans on top of his and then felt her orgasm wash over her
body. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her tightly,
still deep in her body. He kissed her neck, trying to catch his
breath.
"My God," she whispered and pushed herself up. Jim released his
grip and slowly pulled out of her. She turned in his arms and
wrapped her own around his neck, smiling at him. "Wow."
He smiled and walked backwards, pulling her onto the bed with
him. He gently removed her nipple clamps and rubbed each nipple
gently. They were both hard and dented where the clamps had been
fastened. `I'm pretty sure the package said these would puff
back up again or our money refunded," he said and smiled at her
and then kissed each nipple lovingly.
"Oh good, I'd hate to always have flat nipples," she said,
running her fingers through his hair. "That was amazing," she
admitted.
"Thank you for being such a captive audience today."
"Did I have a choice?"
"You always have a choice," he said as he led her to the bed. He
pulled down the blankets and she crawled in, and then he
followed. "You're my choice," he said as he kissed the top of
her head and then sighed.
Kala snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. Gently
she ran her fingers through his chest hair and around his nipple.
She kissed up his chest and neck and then gave him a quick peck
on the lips. "You do know that all's fair in love and war,
right, and I certainly do love you." Before he could answer, her
lips were pressed hard against his, while she started to
formulate her plan.
~:~:~
Kala stepped out of the elevator, whistling. As she walked down
the hall she felt like she'd been given a new focus on her life.
Three weeks ago she rushed into the office every[KM1]day, at
least an hour early to get a head start, and then stay a little
later, to finish things up. She no longer followed that routine.
Since coming back from Montreal she'd been able to get herself
into an almost normal workday. There were nights when she'd do a
couple of hours of work at home, but only if she really needed
to. After returning from the seminar, she had talked to Gene
about cutting back on her long hours and he readily agreed that
she needed to learn to delegate more and stop taking on the
labour relations world herself. Gene had said, "Stop assuming
those around you can't handle the work until they prove it."
Kala smiled as she walked down the hall towards her office. So
far she'd made love with her husband on the kitchen floor,
enjoyed breakfast on the patio and she felt a strange sense of
calm, which she hadn't felt in years.
"Well look who finally dragged herself in."
Kala smiled at Dave Jenkins, who was not only the manager of the
Payroll Department, but also one of her top critics. He never
turned down an opportunity to get a jab in when he could, or take
an opposite side on any issue at a meeting. He especially
enjoyed talking behind her back, not knowing most of it filtered
back to her. Five years ago they had been up for the same
position and Dave didn't take losing to her very well even though
she was completely qualified for the position and he wasn't. He
was, in her opinion, a mean bitter little man, who was
power-hungry and probably abused his employees to a point where
they were afraid to say anything for fear of losing their jobs.
Kala despised managers like him--especially when nothing could be
proved to stop them.
"Banker's hours now, Mrs. Grey?" he sneered.
Kala looked at her watch. "I start at nine, I believe, and oh
look, it's almost that now! I better get to my desk before you
dock my pay." She smiled sweetly and added, "Always good seeing
you first thing in the morning, Dave." She walked away mentally
giving him the finger.
"Good Morning, Kala."
"Morning, Sue," she said to her assistant and smiled as she
reached her door. She took a deep breath, preparing to face the
workday before her and then opened her door to find Gene Larson
sitting comfortably in her chair, reading a newspaper.
"Good morning, Kala."
Kala's heart raced as she looked at Gene, a little too stunned by
his presence to ask him what he was doing in her office. "Good
morning," she said.
Gene folded the paper and smiled. "How was your weekend?"
"It was really good," she said slowly, still trying to adjust to
his being there and wondering why he was.
"Good," he said and smiled at her. He had to admit he was
enjoying the look of confusion on Kala's face--it wasn't
something he'd seen often.
Kala smiled and then placed her briefcase on the floor and hung
her jacket up behind her door.
Gene stood and moved to the front of her desk. As he leaned
against it he said, "I wouldn't bother unpacking your things
today, Kala." Gene handed her an envelope and she opened it.
She pulled out the single sheet of paper and read it slowly. She
looked at him and then folded the letter and slipped it back in
the envelope.
"So this is it," she said.
Gene folded his newspaper and walked towards the door. "Someone
will be here soon to help you pack your things."
"Are you sure about this?"
Gene nodded and smiled. "We've been discussing creating the
position for a few months now, and your name naturally came up,"
he said. "Not everyone was in favour of it, but then again, we
never all agree on everything do we?" He reached out and
squeezed her shoulder and smiled. "You deserve
it--congratulations, Kala."
"I don't quite know what to say," Kala said.
"Say yes."
Kala grinned, "It's not quite that simple--I need to think about
this."
Gene smiled, "Playing hard to get, huh?"
Kala smiled. "Not really, Gene, I'd just like to talk to Jim
about this first. He's going to make me promise to stick to the
path I'm on now--no excessive hours unless completelynecessary."
Gene smiled, "I understand, and I agree. No one should be
working excessive hours all the time. If they have that much
work to do then we need to address their workload or work
habits."
She looked down at the envelope in her hand for a moment and then
back at Gene. "What's happening with Bob?" she asked curiously.
"He's been working on a project, which is hush-hush right now."
Gene looked at her and smiled. "Were you worried about him?"
Kala shrugged, a little embarrassed. "So, does the Director of
Labour Relations have any control over the Payroll Department?"
Gene laughed and shook his head. "Dave Jenkins will have a
dotted line to you--he reports directly to Compensation and
Benefits, and indirectly to you...if you accept the position,
that is."
Kala grinned. "Let's go tell Dave that together, okay?"
Gene laughed. "Go talk to Jim and then come see me, okay?" She
nodded and he smiled before he quietly left, closing the door
behind him.
Kala stood completely still for a moment and realized she didn't
feel quite as numb as she had only minutes ago. She needed to
see Jim and know she was about to do the right thing. She picked
up her briefcase, grabbed her coat from the hook, swung open the
door and walked out, only turning back for a split second to
smile at her chair.
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"The Chair" (Copyright 2002, Miss Behavin`)
All rights reserved. No permission granted
for reproduction.
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The Chair: George Strait
Written by Hank Cochran and Dean Dillon.
(copyright Sony-ATV Music Publishing/BMG Music Publishing.
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