First Day Induction

Pushing open his office door, he checked his phone again--Jess: fajitas for tea, bring soured cream--but nothing from her. Still silence.

The room was silent too--Pricing Committee had overrun and most of the staff had gone home; the office now gloomy with the few lights left on reflecting back from the windows keeping the dark and the rain out.

Sitting at his desk, he unlocked his computer and opened Outlook, hit send/receive even though the status bar showed it was up to date. Nothing new.

Nothing from her.

Had he imagined yesterday? Was the intimacy he'd felt just her lust? He rubbed his wrist, skin flushed and pink in rings around both--some hair missing--as he winced at the memory of struggling free, abandoned and exposed.

She'd acted like a bitch. Like he'd told her she was on that first day.

Why? Things felt... I felt...

Fuck.

I'm a fool,he thought,she did just want my dick. I'm just a big cock and an easy fuck to her.

Checking for anyone approaching, he unzipped his fly, finding the black lace knot immediately, pulling it free. He held it, looked at it, smelt it. His musk had overpowered hers, the scent of her gone.

He balled it up and angrily threw it towards the bin--falling well short--landing on the floor and looking like an accusing stain.

I'm such a fool.

He slumped to his desk, elbows on the surface, sighing as he put his head in his hands.

A hand grabbed his cock.

"What the fuck..." he shot backwards, shocked.

Angry.

Michelle appeared, hair wild, mascara smudged and ruined. Her eyes were frantic, glistening, as she tried to grab him again.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he nearly shouted.

Michelle dragged her T-shirt up, pulled her tits free. She bunched her skirt at her waist.

"You love my tits and cunt so much--" nearly ripping her thong off, "-- so here they are. They're yours. Use them. Use me. Please."

"What? No...not like this, Mich--"

"Stop saying my name," she whispered, hearing the whine in her voice, "Please don't say my name. I'm just tits and a cunt, and you're just a cock. Please. Use me."

"No, I can't... I won't. Not like this."

"Please, Mr Head of Lending," she was begging. She hated it. She hated herself.

Rising on all fours, she turned, presenting her exquisite, gym-sculpted bum to him.

"Please. Anywhere you want. Any hole. I need it. Please. Just use me!" she half-sobbed.

"No, Michelle. No, not like this." his voice softening as he dropped to the floor beside her. He grabbed her hand, turning her and pulling her to him, holding her head into his chest. The tears came again as she felt his heart beating, drank in the smell of him.

They sat there, David leaning against the desk, Michelle clinging to him as it passed.

"Why are you here? Why haven't you gone home?" he asked gently.

"I... I told them I was sick and had to go home. I got to the door. But I couldn't. I couldn't. And I couldn't think of anywhere else. I came here. I feel safe here," she sounded, small, broken, "What's wrong with me?" she pleaded.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Mich--"

"You can't say my name," she interrupted, "You can't. I'm just that bitch with big tits and a tight cunt to you. I'm not--"

"That's not what you are, you're--"

"Yes I am. I am and I always will be. I barely know you. I've got nothing else to give you, you prick. Don't you realise that?"

"Mich--"

"Stop it," she sobbed, "I'm not Michelle. You're not David. You're just a big cock I can use. Didn't you learn that earlier? You're just my big cock to use."

"I'm more than that to y--"

"You're not. You can't be. You're the cock. I'm just the tits and cunt," she pleaded "I've got nothing else!"

"You've got me," he said quietly.

Michelle buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

***

The office was silent except for her heavy breathing, finally slowing, the shame and the fear washed away. Michelle looked up at David, she found his wrists and kissed the pink bands, she found his mouth and kissed him softly.

"David... I'm sorry. For today. For everything. I... I--"

"I know, Michelle, I know."

She smiled at hearing her name.

"You need to get home, David." she was practical now. "But I will be here tomorrow. Can you do something for me?" she asked, grabbing her discarded thong.

"Anything. Anything for you."

She handed him the thong, "Wear this for me, please. Tie it like the others. Wear pink--this time for me, David. Please."

***

David sipped the full-bodied red--a Chilean Malbec, opened at the dinner table when they'd enjoyed fajitas as a family. Jess had asked about his day, noted his tiredness, assumed it was the stress of the new job.

Bath-time and bedtime had gone past too quickly, kids not settling--extra stories asked for and given--before he'd been able to sit down with Jess. They'd watched a bit of TV, he'd told her about committees and new colleagues, she'd told him about the PTA, the school trip coming up and reminded him to pay for the swimming lessons. They'd planned for when Michelle moved in, nights out they could have as a couple if she babysat, restaurants they could visit. She'd asked about his wrists, noticed him rubbing, bought him a wrist rest pad from Amazon.

She'd gone up to bed just after 9, leaving him alone to watch the end of the football he'd put on. Instead he sat, thinking about the day, thinking about Michelle, replaying everything she'd said and done.

She offered everything to me,he thought,everything. I hope I can give her what she needs.

He found he'd opened the photos app, gone to the hidden folder and was looking at Michelle grinning at the camera, teeth biting the knot of lace on his cock; one of the two of them lying together on the bed in his office, smiling at the camera, glowing.

I should delete these--Jess could find them.

He sighed, closed the app--photos still there--before opening WhatsApp. He found her chat

David:Hey - are you up?