Matthew winced, guilt settling in his chest. “I tried, Ann. I really did. But the director wouldn’t budge.”
Her laughter was bitter, devoid of humour. “Tried? Did I send you to try or get it done? That’s not good enough, Matthew. Not good enough at all.”
And just like that, the line went silent, the weight of her disappointment hanging heavy in the air. Matthew stared at the phone, the weight of their conversation pressing down on him. The realisation that he had failed her sank in, and he knew there were consequences.
Ann ended the call, her face contorted with rage as she threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a crack, the screen shattering into pieces.
Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control. The plan had crumbled, her carefully laid scheme falling apart at the seams. Esan was still there, a constant reminder of her failure.
And Matthew, the man she’d thought she could manipulate, had proven himself just as useless as the rest.
The frustration was overwhelming. She paced the room, her mind racing through the possibilities, but each one ended in the same bitter conclusion. She’d been outmanoeuvred, her power play failing spectacularly.
The weight of it pressed down on her, the air thick with the unresolved tension of her scheme. Ann’s eyes narrowed, her fury burning brighter than ever. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
Just then, another idea struck, Joyce! She picked up her second phone from the desk and dialled Matthew again; this time, he had better deliver!
Just before the close of work one evening, Esan was summoned to the manager’s office. The manager leaned forward, his voice calm but heavy with concern.
“Esan, I need to ask you something. Ann… do you two have some history?”
Esan swallowed. He could lie, he could deny it. But the weight of her endless reports was already dragging him down.
“We’ve met before, sir,” he said slowly, carefully. “And… it didn’t end well sir.”
The manager studied him for a moment and then leaned back in his chair.
“I won’t press. But man to man, you need to be careful. Do your work diligently. Don’t give her reasons. And if there’s any chance, any chance at all that you can make peace with her, do it, before the director begins to look into her reports.”
Esan nodded, ha! Director! Her reports had gotten to the director! He knew Ann would never stop. She had every reason to hate him, and she wasn’t going to waste her chance at revenge.
He was gradually getting tired of enduring her in silence, but then telling anyone the full story would expose a secret—a secret that would ruin her if it ever left his lips in that office.
Esan had barely shut the manager’s door behind him when his phone chimed. The vibration felt sharper than usual, echoing in his pocket like an omen. He pulled it from his pocket, the glow of the screen illuminating words that made his chest tighten:
Meet me at the store immediately.
It was Joyce.
He stopped in his tracks, staring at the message. The store was their secret place. A dusty, forgotten room at the back of the firm, where abandoned files and materials were piled on crooked shelves. Joyce was the only one with the keys.
She alone decided when the room opened, and whenever she did, it wasn’t for paperwork.
There, among the smell of old paper and old and new office equipment, they had stolen hours together, wild, sweaty, reckless hours that left Esan’s head spinning. But this message.
This wasn’t laced with the usual mischief, no sly emoji, no teasing words. It came minutes after his tense meeting with the manager. Something was wrong.
His steps quickened. His chest grew heavy as he approached the deserted corridor that led to the store.
The padlock was already unhooked. He pushed the door open. Joyce was there, standing by a stack of files. The pale fluorescent tube above flickered, throwing light and shadow over her face.
Esan paused. Something in her demeanour twisted his gut.
“Joyce?” he said softly.
Her lips curled into a smile, but it was forced. Her shoulders slumped as if she had been holding herself up for too long.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Esan blinked. Normally, Joyce didn’t ask—she took. She was fire and hunger wrapped in curves, the kind of woman who claimed space without apology. But that evening, her voice trembled like a child’s.
He stepped closer, cupped her cheek, and kissed her. Her lips were dry, her response hollow, nothing like the burning energy he was used to.
He pulled back, frowning. “What’s going on? You’re not yourself.”
Instead of answering, she clutched his shirt, her nails digging slightly into his chest. “Just… kiss me again. Don’t ask questions. Just… make love to me.”
Her plea was strange, almost desperate, but Esan couldn’t deny her. He stood close to Joyce, his broad shoulders filling her vision as he pulled her against him.
Confusion knotted his mind, yet his body responded. He kissed her harder, tasting the faint salt of her tears though she tried to hide them.
Joyce pulled away slowly, smiled up at him and went to lock the door properly. She took off her shirt and bra as she walked back to him. The only thing she had left was her skirt. His cock hardened. His hands were restless, roaming over her body with a hunger that mirrored her own. She felt his palms glide over the curve of her hips, the small of her back, and the swell of her breasts, each touch sending a jolt of desire through her.
She urged a hard nipple into his mouth. Esan latched on and sucked on her breast eagerly, biting and nibbling on her hard nipple. Joyce held the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into her breasts while he alternated sucking on them.
He gripped her left breast and sucked on it really hard.
Joyce pressed herself closer, her hands sliding down to his belt, urging him to follow her. With a silent nod, he complied, his eyes dark with want as he trailed behind her to a stack of old files in the corner.
They stumbled backwards, crashing against the stack of files. The files were forgotten the moment they reached the makeshift bed of files and papers.
Papers crumpled beneath them as he lay her down, her arms wrapping around him, her gaze never leaving his as he positioned himself above her. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching with raw hunger as he settled between his legs.
She moaned as his calloused hands slowly and deliberately peeled her tight skirt off her ass. He parted her thighs, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her panties.
He rubbed the tan globes of ample flesh. Joyce shivered, her breath quickening as he hooked his fingers into the elastic and pulled them down, baring her to his gaze.
His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy, her lips plump and inviting.
Without hesitation, Esan knelt between her legs, his hands gently spreading her thighs wider. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh.
Immediately, Esan plunged two fingers knuckle deep into her aching pussy, using his thumb, he rubbed at her clit gently, Joyce’s juices ran down his hand as his fingers squelched their way in to her tight passage.
“You’re so wet,” Esan whispered, his finger moving in and out of Joyce’s pussy.
Her hips bucked, her body responding to Esan’s touch. “I want more,” she whispered, her eyes crossed. Her pussy clenched his fingers and sucked them inside,e wishing he had something bigger to stuff in it.
“Fuck!” she moaned out. Her pussy gushed, her clit throbbed wildly, and her core ached immensely. Joyce was out of her mind with need.
Esan leaned forward and buried his face in her pussy. Joyce gasped as his tongue found her clit. Joyce let out a loud moan, her hands moving to Esan’s head.
Esan’s tongue circled Joyce’s clit, his fingers moving to Joyce’s pussy, flicking over her clitoris, teasing and tormenting her with slow, deliberate strokes. He sucked hard, his lips and tongue working in tandem, driving her wild with pleasure.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she moaned his name, her body squirming beneath his mouth.
“Esan… please…” she panted, her voice thick with need.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shivers through her core. His fingers joined his mouth, one slipping inside her wet heat while the other pressed against her perineum, massaging her with a skill that left her breathless.
“Please fuck me. Put your dick into my pussy” Joyce begged. She didn’t care; she had to be fucked now.
Joyce’s hips bucked, her body arching off the files as pleasure coiled tightly within her. She was close, so close, and he knew it.
His tongue pressed harder against her clit, his fingers moving deeper into Joyce’s pussy, feeling her wetness. Joyce’s moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath Esan.
“You taste so good,” Esan whispered, his tongue still moving against Joyce’s clit.
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. Esan could feel her getting closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” Joyce whispered, her body bucking against Esan’s hand.
Esan’s fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking against Joyce’s clit, his sucking more insistent until she cried out, her body tensed, her moans turning into screams as she came.
Her juices flooded his mouth Esan continued to lick and finger Joyce, riding out her orgasm. He drank her in, savouring her taste as her hands clutched at his hair.
Once her body stopped trembling, he pulled away, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Joyce looked up at him, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.
She shifted, her hands gripping his hips. His eyes widened as she took him in her hand, stroking him slowly Esan groaned, his hands found her breasts, and she moaned as he squeezed her tits gently.
“Fuck, Joyce…” he muttered, his voice rough with need.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief; the sad look she wore on her face when he first came into the store had suddenly disappeared. Esan’s hips jerked, his control slipping as her hands squeezed his hips to keep him still.
With his body hovering over hers, he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Are you ready?” Esan whispered, his cock pressing against Joyce’s pussy.
Joyce nodded, her hands moving to Esan’s hips. “Yes, I am,” she whispered.
Joyce gasped as he thrust his dick into the depths of her pussy with a quiet growl, his dick sliding home in one smooth motion.
The files beneath them rustled with each movement, the sound a stark contrast to the primal noises filling the storeroom. Esan moved relentlessly, his strokes hard and deep, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady.
Joyce met his strokes, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched her back, her breasts heaving with each thrust. Her screams echoed through the room, her nails digging into his back.
Joyce’s legs trembled as she threw them up in the air, giving him enough room to pound her harder and faster. Her nails scratched the files as every push filled her, stretching her in ways she had never felt. She tried to muffle her cries, but every thrust broke through her control.
The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the rhythm of their movements. Nobody was thinking of the risk, nobody was thinking of the possibility of someone hearing their sounds from outside or the possibility of someone knocking the door, they just wanted to fuck.
Esan mumbled her name as he broke from their kiss, pressed his swollen lips to her neck and ran his tongue across her throat. Joyce gripped his hips and arched her back, feeling his momentum build.
She whimpered as he licked her again, her nipples hardening against his chest. She couldn’t focus past the feeling building in her core, the tight need that could only be satisfied by orgasming around a thick cock. Esan looked at her, her chest flushed as she came close to breaking, her breathing nothing more than short gasps. He slowed his pace, and she looked at him, pleading with him not to stop.
“Cum with me, Esan…” she pleaded, her voice hoarse, she knew she was close to another breathtaking orgasm, and this time she wanted him to join her.
“Fuckkkk” she groaned, relishing the feeling of his cock steadily cruising through her passage. This time, he couldn’t prolong cumming, he couldn’t hold himself. Esan’s cock felt like a hot hose, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his release exploding through him.
He jammed his cock into her balls deep, sending his cum deep inside her. Esan groaned her name as he filled her, his cum spilling into her in hot pulses.
Joyce could feel his cum filling her womb, her body tightening around him. This triggered another orgasm. She screamed and thrashed wildly, her body quivering as she climaxed again.
Esan slowly withdrew his spent cock from inside of her. She stayed back, knowing that if she tried to get up, her legs would fold.
When it was over, silence filled the store, broken only by their laboured breaths and the hum of the flickering light. Joyce lay still, her chest rising and falling, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. They lay there, breathless and entangled, the files beneath them forgotten as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled.
Finally, she spoke. Her voice cracked. “I got a letter this morning.”
“Letter?” Esan propped himself on an elbow, searching her face. “What is it?”
She swallowed hard before the next words. “She didn’t stop there. She pushed for my transfer. My replacement will resume here on Friday, Esan. They’re sending me to another branch… in another state.”
Written by Tito
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