A Little Bit of Entertainment

Blair threw her free hand up. Cal didn't even put a comment on her evaluation! She had been working her ass off lately, even more so than before he arrived to impress him, to show him that she was a dedicated member of the team. Staying late, coming in early, and her first yearly evaluation from him was subpar at best.

"Meets expectations". She huffed and stormed out of her office and down the hallway to his. His door was open, but all the lights were off save the lamp on his desk. He was reading something. His index finger was running across his bottom lip, and her brain automatically conjured an image of him running that same finger across her mouth, parting her lips so that he could...She shook that thought away. "Not the time!" she mentally scolded herself.

She held up the letter as she approached his desk. "What is this?" she demanded.

He glanced at the paper, pursing his lips slightly. "It appears to be a letter that you are angry at."

"It's my evaluation, Cal. 'Meets Expectations'. Fucking really?!" She thrust it on his desk and kept her palm on it, bracing her other palm on his desk and resting the weight of her upper body on them.

His eyes studied the letter beneath her hand then met her angry gaze. "I take it you don't agree with it." Amusement was evident across his handsome face, and it made her even angrier.

"Cal, I work my ass off for you, for the theater, the customers, the kids. I was looking forward to more than 'Meets Expectations'."

He removed his reading glasses and tossed them on his desk. "Those are the expectations. You are expected to do what you have to do to keep the theater running smoothly. You do it very well, but there is always room for improvement. I pushed for a raise for you. You must have missed that part."

She straightened and placed her hands on her hips. "So you don't have any constructive criticism or any other feedback for me? Any thoughts?"

"Oh, I have plenty of thoughts about you, darlin'."

"Then why didn't you put them on the evaluation?!"

He folded up the letter and lifted it toward her with his index finger and middle finger. "My thoughts aren't exactly work appropriate."

And there it was.

She'd been told more than once in her life that your libido should never do your thinking for you. That you should never shit where you eat. That you should never mix business with pleasure. Currently she was throwing caution to the wind with all those guidelines.

"I..." She was at a loss.

"Cat got your tongue, love?" The bastard had the gall to smirk at her.

She snatched the evaluation from him and marched from his office. That did not go how she thought it was going to go, and she knew she needed to put some distance between them. She crumpled the evaluation letter up tightly in her hands, attempting to relieve a little more of her anger. Then with more dramatics than were necessary heaved it into her trash can. She flopped into her office chair feeling defeated.

Cal had taken over running the theater around nine months prior. It was lust at first sight for Blair.

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Blair's eyes landed on Cal. He was the new general manager? He was quite a bit younger than she had imagined. He couldn't be more than what? 35? He was wearing a fitted black suit that looked like it was tailored just for him. Clean lines, smooth silhouette. Beneath the jacket, she saw a royal blue dress shirt that almost matched the color of his eyes. They were a blue similar to the color of water in a tropical oasis.

His face was a work of art from Heaven's sculptor. Sharp angles, defined eyebrows, and strong jaw. His light brown hair was cut short, not a strand out of place. His black wingtips were polished to the nines, and she could probably have seen her face in them if she had tried to. He absolutely took pride in his appearance.

He glanced up at her, and she felt like she was melting into a puddle. He made his way over to her, and she felt her breath quicken.

"You must be Blair." He smiled at her and extended his hand as he got closer.

She extended her hand to slide into his and caught a whiff of his scent. He smelt like leather and sandalwood, a masculine mix that made her brain a tad bit hazy. She noticed that his palm was slightly rough. A sign that he wasn't opposed to manual labor. His grip was strong and firm. She started imagining what all those hands could do to her, and her blood heated.

"Phenomenal guess!" she replied with a smile.

He lowered his voice. "Your name badge helped." He winked at her, and she felt a wave of arousal flood through her. He let her hand drop and made a round through the lobby to extend pleasantries with the rest of the management team.

Their management team consisted of the general manager role which Cal was now assuming, Shelbi, the assistant manager, and four shift managers-herself, Jacob, Katie, and Brent. Rarely were all the managers in the theater together at once, but they operated as one unit. Each took turns opening, closing, and sharing the responsibilities of running the theater. Holidays and mandatory meetings were when they all saw each other for an extended period of time.

After Cal's pleasantries, he had gathered the entire theater staff into their smallest theater. She remembered him taking charge of the room as he spoke to everyone. Found herself hanging on his every word.

"I don't demand perfection, but I expect everyone to strive for excellence." She had heard that quote before, but it was a good one. "Thank you for being a part of my team here. My door is always open."

"Seems on the up and up," Shelbi whispered to her at the end of his announcement.

She had nodded. He did. He seemed very confident and capable.

"Managers, can I see each of you in my office? Everyone else, have a great morning, and I will see some of you later for your shifts."

She and the other managers had followed him to his office. He was still working on moving in and only had two chairs in front of his desk that were available. She had decided to lean against a stack of boxes.

He had given them the floor to speak and express concerns. Gave them a little more of an idea of what he was all about and had them all share some details about themselves. She appreciated what he was doing in taking an active interest in them all. He kept everyone for a few minutes then released everyone but her. She was the opening manager for the weekend.

"So I have you to myself until 10:30?" he asked.

He could have her however he wanted her. Good Lord! She cleared her throat and tried to clear her head. "10. Anticipated release weekends we staff an extra half hour before opening."

He nodded and studied the schedule on the clipboard.

She glanced at her watch. "I'm going to go open the front of the house. Need me for anything else at the moment?"

"Uh, no. I'll come with you to see how you operate." He tossed the clipboard on his desk and removed his suit jacket. He smoothed it over the back of his office chair then started to unbutton the sleeves of his dress shirt. Her legs were frozen in place while she watched him methodically fold the material up his forearms. She felt herself drag her bottom lip between her teeth.

He glanced in her direction, and she felt like a kid that had gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She cleared her throat and looked away quickly hoping that he hadn't noticed her ogling him. She pushed off the boxes and made her way to his office door.

"Is this the moment I should state the disclaimer, 'This isn't how you are supposed to do it, but this is how I do it?'" she asked before turning back to face him.

"Only if you want a write up." He raised a brow and finished rolling up his sleeves.

"Ooh, tough crowd. I'll be a good girl."

"Why do I get the impression that that is going to be hard for you?" he asked before placing his hands on his hips.

"Because you have phenomenal instincts, boss."

His lips had pulled into a drop dead sexy smirk.

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Everything about Cal was sexy. She found herself drawn to him not only because of his masculinity but because of his passion, his work ethic, and his drive. She could tell that he cared about the theater and everyone working there. He absolutely was an arrogant asshole at times and a hard ass, but he was a phenomenal boss. He was also a phenomenal lover. It hadn't taken long before she found the latter out.

Long hours were part of theater life, especially in the summer. Kids were out of school, and the theater stayed busy. The rotation that the management team had paired her up with Cal constantly. That didn't help with her feelings toward him. The more time she spent with him, the more her desire for him built. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

She had kept her feelings buried as best she could and had tried to ignore the clawing need that she felt toward Cal, but the more that she was around him, the more she wanted him. After about three months of torture, she had decided to just lay all her cards on the table. That had led to the fuck of her life in his office and set the dynamics of the relationship they had now.

She exhaled, shut down her laptop, and straightened her desk. It was inventory night, but at this moment, she couldn't care less.

She jabbed her arms into her coat and snatched her bags up, ready to dash out, but Cal appeared in her office doorway.

"Finish the inventory already?"

"No, Cal, as a matter of fact, I didn't. I'll do it tomorrow morning."

He relaxed in the doorway, leaning his left shoulder on the frame with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a black dress shirt that she wanted to rip off of him. He looked amazing in black. Not to mention he was wearing his gray slacks that looked like a second skin on him. They emphasized the lines of his leg muscles and hugged his ass. He had a phenomenal ass, muscular but padded which was perfect to grip onto when he...She gritted her teeth. She was pissed as hell at him, and she would not let her libido be what calmed her down.

She made her way toward him for some reason feeling like a lamb going to slaughter. He didn't budge an inch. The alpha maleness of him was completely evident tonight.

"I see you got your tongue back from the cat," he teased her, his eyes sparkling.

She popped her lips. "You know what, Cal?"

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What?" He was challenging her, and she knew it.

She growled softly, and he grinned in response.

"I fucking love when you get angry." He slipped his fingers between her shoulder and the strap of her laptop bag.

"Cal..." she started. He lifted her bag from her shoulder.

"Inventory needs to be completed before you leave. I'll grab the stock closet if you grab concessions."

She exhaled. "Fine." She tossed her purse on the couch by her office door and removed her coat.

"Such a good employee, following orders."

She glared at him.

"I could put "follows orders" on your next evaluation," he continued. She snatched her laptop bag from him. He knew he was making it worse. "Would that be an acceptable comment for you to read?"

"You're an asshole," she stated as she took her laptop from her laptop bag and brushed past him.

One thing she hated probably more than all else was counting inventory. At the moment, she was over it before she even began. Not the best mindset to have before taking on a detailed task of its nature.

She huffed, rounding the corner of the hallway toward the main entrance of the theater. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the torrential downpour occurring. Lightening lit up the dark night sky. Actually it was probably a good thing she needed to do inventory tonight. That storm looked like a bad one. Hopefully it would pass over while she was finishing up.

After 45 minutes of grueling counting, cussing, and fussing with items, she had finished her part of the task. She made her way to the back of the theater to meet up with Cal.

The storage closet was in the room hidden to the left of the last theater alcove. The door, when closed, was painted black and could easily be missed if you weren't looking for it. It was actually an ingenious spot for it. Esthetically pleasing.

"All done?" she asked him from the doorway.

"Yep." He had balanced his laptop on a stack of popcorn bags and was typing. He didn't look up. "What are you wearing?" he curtly asked her as he closed his laptop.

She was taken aback and glanced down. She was wearing her new red bodycon dress and strappy red heels. "Um, a dress?" she responded, confused.

"That shows off my curves."

She raised a brow. "Your curves?"

"Yes, mine." He took her laptop from her and sat it on his before removing his glasses and laying them on top of the computers.

She felt like she was being scolded, and she didn't know how she felt about that. He pulled her flush against him and starting running his palms over her body. Apparently she liked it. She found herself pushing her body toward his and arching her back, a moan escaping her lips.

"I know everyone was looking at you tonight wishing they could touch you like this." He nuzzled her neck. "Wishing they could play with you." He bunched the fabric of her dress between his fingers and started pulling it up her thighs. "Do you know how hard you're made me all night wearing this scrap of fabric?"

Oh she felt it. His crotch was heavy against her stomach. He spun her around suddenly, and she felt cool air kiss her bare ass cheeks as he bunched the skirt of her dress around her waist. She braced her palms on the wire shelf in front of her just in time to receive a sharp smack from his palm. She gasped, surprised at the sudden pain that shot through her. Cal rubbed the spot he had smacked, squeezing her cheek.

"I'm so glad you are wearing a thong," he whispered in her ear before smacking her other cheek. She groaned, pushing her ass back toward him, silently begging him for more. He delivered, taking turns smacking then rubbing her cheeks. She gripped the shelf, closing her eyes to savor the tingling he was causing on her backside.

Cal was always finding new ways to please and punish her. The last six months had been a whirlwind full of passion and mind blowing orgasms. He was learning exactly what she liked and was constantly surprising her.

Her pussy started pounding with desire.

"Don't wear this dress here again, or I'll rip it off of you."

Ooh did he think that would be a punishment? She moaned. "You promise?" she challenged him, knowing she would pay for that. Cal fisted her hair and jerked her head back.

Punctuating his prevous threat, he growled against her ear. "I do, and I'll make you drive home in your bra and panties." That image made her grin. She didn't doubt for a second he would make her do that.

"Yes, Sir. I'll only wear it for you."

"Good girl." He released her hair and reached around to the front of her thong panties, rubbing her through the thin crotch. She whimpered. Stimulation. Just what she needed. He circled the pads of his fingers against her clit, the material bunching against her swelling bundle of nerves.

"You're getting so fucking wet," he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

Yes. Yes she was.

"Too bad you don't get release right now."

Her eyes shot open. What?!

Cal removed his hand from between her legs and pulled the skirt of her dress down.

"That's your punishment for calling me an asshole earlier."

She let out a whimper of disappointment.

Oh yeah, she had called him an asshole, hadn't she?

Damn it! Well, he was being one! Taking amusement in her anger. She didn't expect special treatment because she was fucking the boss, but she did expect to have some feedback from him that didn't have anything to do with her genitalia.

"And don't you dare get yourself off either," he warned her. She rested her head against his shoulder, writhing against him. Could she persuade him to give in?

He slid his palms up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them over the top of her dress. Her nipples responded to his touch, jutting against her bra.

"Cal," she moaned, her hands coming up to cover his. He massaged her for a few moments and nipped at the curve of her neck before abruptly removing his palms from her breasts. She whined at the loss of contact.

"Be a good girl and double check the theater." He stepped away from her, putting his glasses back on and pulling his laptop out from under hers. He walked out of the stock room like he hadn't just turned her world upside down.

So close yet so far. She steadied herself against the shelf for a moment, letting her breathing return to normal before grabbing her laptop and closing the stock room door.

After a 10 minute trek around the theater, checking the auditoriums, the projector rooms, and the common areas, she made her way back to her office. Cal was sitting at her desk looking down at his phone. He had taken his glasses off again, indicating that he was finished for the night. He glanced up when she walked in.

"Theater is secure," she stated.

He nodded and pushed her office chair back. "I'll drive you home. It's still nasty outside."

She definitely wouldn't complain about that. One thing she despised more than counting inventory was driving at night in the rain. She also didn't appreciate that her juices had soaked through the material of her thong causing it to stick to her pussy lips. If Cal had given her an orgasm, it wouldn't be bothering her as much, but noooo. The sopping wetness between her thighs was a reminder of her denied ecstasy.

They gathered their coats and their bags then Cal led the way to the side entrance of the theater. He punched in the alarm code before they exited the door. His truck was parked close the entrance, and she rushed to the passenger side, getting in quickly in an effort to avoid being drenched by the rain. It was still coming down in buckets, and thunder was still rumbling overhead.

She got comfortable in the passenger seat, taking off her drenched coat and trying to shake off what water she could. She noticed that Cal didn't open the driver's side door. Instead he opened the rear door, took off his coat, and slid in. Okay. What was he doing? He relaxed in the middle of the bench seat before flicking the interior lights on.

"Are you wanting me to drive?" she asked him. She wouldn't put it past him to act like an entitled passenger while she drove him around.

"I want you to come here."

She glanced back at him to see that he was massaging his groin over his slacks. Ah that's why he climbed in the backseat. His truck had an extended cab which made the back large enough to utilize for wicked activities.

She climbed into the backseat with him.

"Suck my dick," he ordered her. To punctuate his demand, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. No please, no ask. She was tempted to tell him that he could jerk himself off. He had left her wet and horny inside the stock room earlier. Why should he get release when she hadn't? He unsnapped his slacks and pulled his cock out. It was hard, standing straight up. He did have a beautiful cock. Thick, veiny. He slid his hand up and down his length. "Please, baby. I need your mouth."

Well, if he was going to be nice about it and admit that he needed it, she could oblige.

She lowered to her knees and massaged the tops of his thighs before licking the droplets of pre-cum from his cock head. She let her tongue glide over him, picking up the fluid leaking from the slit in his cock. She heard Cal take a sharp breath in. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked softly. Cal threaded his fingers into her hair and urged her down.

She slowly slid her lips down his length, relaxing her throat to allow his entry into the abyss of her mouth. Cal hissed out a breath.