Perfect Fit 02

*Author's note: Hi all, sorry I was gone for a while. I've just been really busy in the last year or so. I hope this will be worth the wait. I have at least one more chapter for this story before it's done, and I'm looking forward to write it! Anyway, have fun, and let me know what yall think.

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It was early morning. Julie was tossing and turning in the bed. She was thinking about David and his new little cock. She found it so cute and adorable. But since he received this new size, he'd been too embarrassed to make a move on Julie, leaving her frustrated.

Every time he got out of the shower, he'd now rush to cover himself with a towel. When they were on the couch together, and she'd try to slip a hand down his inner thigh, he'd wiggle out of her touch.  

She thought this was all so immature. She wouldn't have thought that he'd be so affected by having a small cock. "Guys really do connect their self-esteem to their cock size," she reflected.  

But she was determined to show him that she loved his small cock. She loved how it felt in her tight pussy. It was a pleasure to play with because of its small size. All she needed was to make him understand that it genuinely was able to bring her pleasure. And at this moment, early in the morning, her libido was at its highest. She had a hard time not jumping on him. His sleeping face was so peaceful.

Her hand slipped down her stomach, making its way toward her engorged clit. She slowly rubbed her growing sensitive nub. She was doing her best not to emit noise and wake up her boyfriend. Her fingers slid down her lips, getting enveloped by the warm wetness they found. Her fingers quickly slipped inside. The soft presence of her finger pressing on her g-spot was making her want to moan despite herself. She muffled her face in her pillow. The cotton smell of her linen filled her nose as she pushed a muffled moan into the pillow. As she did, David moved a bit, turning to her. His sleepy eyes and messy hair were so cute. In her horny state, she could only think of pinning him down and getting her way.  

"... Mornin', love," David mumbled.

She blushed, not knowing if he knew she was jerking off. "Hey, good morning, sleepy head". She answered.

She used her free hand to stroke his chest. He seemed receptive, finally. He probably had forgotten about his tiny cock in his sleep. Her other hand left her wet and needy slit to give David more attention. She kissed him tenderly on his cheek and let her hand wander down his toned stomach, making him shiver.  

Her hand slid along his inner thigh. As she went up and down his leg, she felt what she was looking for, his hard, warm erection. Finally, her hand slid up his erected small cock.  

"Mmm," he moaned in pleasure.  

Finally! She had him where she wanted him for a while. She continued to rub him, to keep him in the mood. She then went to the drawer on the nightstand. She fished a regular condom from it.

She pulled the covers off David, uncovering his almost nude body. She tugged down on his tented boxer to reveal his 3.5-inch stiff little dick. She ripped the condom package and took the rubber out to David's cock.

The regular ring was a bit bigger than David's circumference. Still, she rolled it down. The condom was loose and not tight on him.  

David looked at it and frowned. "Babe, I don't think it's the right size... Let's do this another time," he said, ashamed.  

The frustration of Julie culminated. The burning heat in her couldn't wait for more. She ripped the ill-fitting condom off his cock and then pinned both of his wrists over his head while straddling him.  

"No, mister. Not this time. I need it

Now." She said with a fire in her eyes. She ground her wet slit against his little raging boner.  

"Julie... Come on. Mmmh. Alright." David finally accepted.  

She grinded on him for a little while, kissing his neck. He was starting to pant as his little bulge was twitching. She pressed her lips on his neck while her wet slit was sliding on his little cock. Her wetness was lubricating his short staff.  

She stopped her movement and angled her entrance to his dick. When it was just perfect, she lowered her hips on him.  

"Mmmh!! Oh yes!" Julie moaned as she felt his small raw cock in her. Her excessively wet vagina was making it slip in so easily. David himself was surprised at how easily it went in.  

He could feel his small cock being wrapped and wrung by the magnificently warm embrace of his fiancee. This rare session without a condom was making him aware of how wet she was and how sensitive his small cock was.  

She could feel his little cock in her. It wasn't very long, but it hit just the right spot!  

"Fuck!" She moaned every other time the tip of his dick hit that spot. Her hips were slamming down on him in her rhythmic trance. She could feel herself getting closer with each stroke.  

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm there! Oh fuck. Mmmh!!" She screamed as her vagina convulsed on his small prick, and even more of her wetness splashed on him.  

As she was convulsing on him, he was yet still not satisfied. His throbbing little cock still needed a bit of attention, but Julie's movement had stopped with her orgasm. He then pumped his hips in her, but his small cock slipped out of the wet mess.  

She felt his small boner slip out. Instead of putting it back in, she instead unsaddled him and went down on him. Her mind was still in an orgasm-induced haze as she eyed his little wet throbbing cock and uttered: "Cute," before putting it in her mouth. She slobbed on his little member, "deep-throating" it like a porn star. She took it out of her mouth to stroke it. She tried to stroke with her whole hand, but it was too small for that. The only way that worked was with two fingers, her thumb and index. Her fingers slipped up and down on his wet cock, making David squirm with pleasure. Each stroke pulled a little moan out of the small-cocked man. His back was beginning to arch as the pleasure was reaching its peak. He could no longer contain it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" said David. His little dick throbbed harder and harder until... Little jets of cum splattered Julie's face. Ropes after rope, it sprayed on her. The warm, gooey liquid slowly dripped down her face. While she tried to clean it up with her hand, she mostly just spread it more. The potent smell of semen was all over her face. To her surprise, the scent that she usually didn't like was making her turn on again. But alas, David's cock was spent and back to its tiny limp state.

The lawyer watched the drenched face of his fiancee with satisfaction, like a painter who admired his finished work. His eye drifted to the condom that Julie tried to fit on his cock. That regular-size condom that usually does the job for his original-sized dick now felt completely loose over his shrunken manhood. He frowned a bit while looking at it, a frown that Julie caught and traced his stare to the culprit, the condom that was too big for his cute little dick.

David felt ashamed that he hadn't been able to fill this rubber. All the joy he had a minute ago had whisked away. He then looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Seeing it was almost his time to get up, he started his morning routine a bit early instead of going back to bed with Julie. She would have loved to cuddle a few minutes with him before the day started...

He quickly jumped in the shower. Julie was in bed, still turned on and slightly frustrated. "What did I do wrong?" she thought. David's pleasurable expression lasted only a few seconds before returning to his insecure state. Why couldn't he understand how much his tiny dick was turning her on.

David quickly got into his morning routine while shaving and finishing his breakfast. Soon enough, he was getting dressed in his suit, looking like the smooth-talking lawyer that he was. On her side, Julie was slowly getting ready for another day of working from home. She washed herself after David. The sticky residue on her body and face got rinsed away by the pleasant, warm water of the shower. Once out of the shower, she was wrapped in a towel and went to the kitchen to get her daily peanut butter toast. There she crossed David, who was ready to head out to his office. The cute well, well-behaved blond man was ready to head out.  

Looking at him made her remember when she had met him all those years ago. This well-mannered man was one she had met at a party back at university. She was new to the city back then; at the start of the year, she had met David at one of the initiation parties held on campus. She was mainly alone back then, but this young man approached her and made small talk with her. He wasn't particularly tall or muscular, but he was such a gentle guy. He found a way to make her immediately comfortable, which was no small feat for a girl so shy and inept at social interaction. At this first party, she forgot to ask for his number and regretted being too shy to ask him. But as fate would have it, she met him again in Communication 101, one of their only classes in common. By her shy girl standards, she finally made a bold move by asking him to work with her on their homework. Despite her introverted nature, her body has been overflowing with libido since her late teenage years. This made her life complicated since while she was too shy to attempt anything, her body was yearning to feel sexual pleasure. Her body would often get pent up if she didn't release some pressure at least once a day. While she was still single, her daily morning routine included a jerkoff session in bed before getting up or in the shower.

And as she spent more time with David, her crush on him became more and more self-evident to her. She had dreams of him. On one occasion, when she hadn't come for a week, she had a dream where she would lure him into her bedroom. Once in, she would assault his mouth with a deep kiss. Make him moan. She would work her hand down his pants to find his hard cock. She stroked him while pushing him towards her bed. Once on the side of the bed, she gave him a final push toward the bed, making him fall backward on the mattress. Once down, she ripped his pants down with ease in this dream of hers. She lowered her face to his cock, almost smelling his manly fragrance. At the time, this virgin Julie could only imagine what a real cock would taste like. Yet, in this dream, she remembered licking and sucking on him and tasting it, and feeling its warmth. Her lower half was burning with passion, and she felt the heavy wetness making itself present in her underwear. "Fuck, I can't... I need you!" She moaned; as she climbed on his body, she lowered her pants, revealing her soaked slit. She didn't feel any shame, only arousement. She slowly lowered her hips towards his hard cock, while keeping him down by pressing on his chest with her hand. In her dream, she could feel her engorged clit and vaginas almost throbbed even before making contact with him. She would finally know what being penetrated by a real cock felt like! But, as soon as her flower touched him, she felt herself going over the edge. her lower half throbbing and convulsing, waking her up to a very real orgasm, but she was alone in her bedroom, with a 

wet patch at her crotch. She was still panting as she realized that it was just a dream, and even more frustrating, her dream stopped just before she could feel her crush in her.

Later on, when she met with him. She had a hard time not remembering this dream. Each time, it made her flustered and often wet, too. She probably just looked overly shy around him, but if she hadn't been so anxious, she would have ripped his clothes off his body on the first occasion she had. Despite all this, they continue to work together on their homework. Towards the end of the trimester, she invited him to her dorm room to work on their studies, claiming her schedule was too tight during school hours. To her surprise, he accepted as if it was no big deal. She jubilated at the idea of seeing her angel-looking man after class for their homework! The day before, she bought a few beers to place in her mini-fridge. She took 2 hours to meticulously clean her room, despite it being fairly clean beforehand. She even bought a box of condoms and stashed them in one of the bottom drawers of her nightstand. "A girl can dream," she thought to herself. In the morning, she made sure to grab her most sexy underwear set of matching red bra and panties. She wore a short pleated skirt over her garter belt that held her stockings and had a cute white polo.

During that day, she had butterflies in her stomach each time she thought about David's incoming visit to her dorm bedroom. Even though it was only supposed to be for studying purposes, it didn't stop her from daydreaming about her crush and what might happen. She thought of how she could pin him down and ride him until sunrise, how she would put her lips all over his sweet body. Those crazy thoughts often turned her on a bit too much, making drool (at two places) absent-mindedly in some of her classes.

Finally, the time came; she was in her room, eagerly waiting for sms or a call from David to tell her he was downstairs at the entrance of the building. "Bzzt bzzt" her phone vibrated. She jumped at the sound, being surprised by it despite the fact she was waiting for it. It read: "I'm there. I'm in the entrance lobby". She replied quickly, "I'll be there in a minute." She then rushed to put on her shoes and raced down the stairs, her heart beating a thousand beats a minute.

There he was--this cute blond guy with his backpack and a bag of chips. She opened the door, and he greeted her with a kiss on each of her cheeks. They had never been greeted that way at university, and it was their first time seeing each other outside. Still, that was enough to make her blush like never before.

She led him to her dorm room, where she had a small desk and two chairs, one of which she had borrowed from her bedroom neighbor.

They studied for a bit on this cramped desk. Until David offered, they took a little break to eat the snack he had brought. In turn, she offered him one of her beers. Little by little, their discussion veered from the topic of school to other topics.

"So you're an only child? Me too!" exclaimed young David upon learning Julie was an only child. "I always felt like I was under a lot of pressure because of that, haha. If I screw up, there's no second chance for my parents."

"I don't know if I'd say they put a lot of pressure on me, but they sure cuddled me a lot, haha. It's one of the reasons I came to Lausanne to study. I felt I needed a bit of distance between me and my parents," Julie said, a bit relaxed by the two beers she had drank.

"Wow, that seems like a big step to take. Wasn't hard to move alone here and all alone." He said with a concerned look.

"It was scary at first. But I'm not the only one who moved here alone for my studies. And also, I got to meet new nice people, like you," Julie said, with the last two words slipping out her mouth against her will. She paused for a second, embarrassed by what she said.

David smiled warmly at what she said. "Well, I think you're nice too," he replied before smirking and taking a big sip of his beer.

Julie's expression was like that of a deer caught in the headlamps of a car. This small compliment from her crush completely made her brain freeze.

David caught up on her pause. A bit worried, he said something, and he continued: "Sorry. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yes." she said while putting down her beer can... which was off balance on the desk's books and notes and tipped over. To her horror, the spilled drink flowed on her knee. She picked back the can to stop it from spilling even more and put it down again.

"I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz," Julie said, getting up and looking for a rag.

"It's okay, don't worry about it," David calmly replied.  

"No, no, no", Julie said. Finally, she had a rag and was rubbing his knee to absorb the liquid. "I can't believe it. I spilled a drink on the first guy I brought back to my place..." She was mortified she had just said that.

"I'm... I'm the first guy you took back home?" David asked, surprised.

Julie stopped cleaning her mess and looked at him in the eyes. "Yeah... I... I'm sorry. You must think I'm a loser, " she said, tears appearing in her eyes.

"Of course not. I'm just surprised such a cute girl like you hasn't been taken yet," he replied, drying her tears with his thumb. His stare caught hers. Time seemed to stop for a moment. Tension grew between them, and David made his move. His lips reached hers, and he softly kissed her.

He abruptly stopped. "Sorry, I shouldn't have. I haven't asked you."

"No, it's okay. I... I wanted this," Julie replied. She had a hard time forming her thoughts into words, but her eyes begged for more.

David then slid one hand down her hip, and the other gently caressed the back of her neck. She felt like she was melting in his hands while he pressed his lips against hers again. This time with more passion. His lips felt so good on hers; she could feel all the energy and lust he had. Her hands were pressed against his side. Her legs felt like jello. His right hand was sliding down her legs and inner thigh.

"Mmmh," she moaned. The touch of her crush was making her body burn. His hand then started to go up her thigh toward her crotch. He stopped 6 inches away from the source of her heat and looked at her tentatively, asking her permission.

The horny mess that she now was could only stupidly nod and mumble: "Yes, please." His hand then lifted the skirt, and his finger gently traced her inner thigh toward his goal. The closer his fingers were to hers, the warmer her skin was. She could feel how wet she was in her underwear. She wondered what he was going to think about her? Was she too wet? Could he find this disgusting? These thoughts were pushed aside when his finger finally touched her panties. His touch grazed down, and he softly ran along her lips, making her shiver. His touch was exceptionally light over her clit, making her moan in pleasure.

"Mmmh, fuck!" the word escaped her mouth without any control of her. He continued to tease her and softly touch her, wringing moans out of this virgin Julie. His touch was now heavier, but he was definitely able to feel the warmth and wetness through the fabric. He then pushed that fabric aside. His finger traced her lips a few times, coating them in her juices. He then used his major to circle her engorged clit.

"Mmmmh," she moaned again, her horny mind unable to form words.

She dreamed of being the one initiating those lusty acts and being the one that would play with him as a simple sexual object, but in reality, she was the one being played with; she was unable to think, speak or act in any other way than a bitch in heat.

She looked at his crotch. A bulge was visible. Quite a prominent bulge at that. She was already on the verge of cumming, but she still wanted to finally feel a man inside her. She only had her fingers and some phallic objects in her before. She had never felt this warm thing that was bulging out in his pants.

She pushed against his hand to stop her orgasm, which was only a few seconds away.

"You want to stop," David asked, a bit disappointed.

She shook her head to say no. "Let's go to bed," she said, pointing and panting. Her head was spinning from pleasure. David sat on the bed while Julie slid down her panties. She had judiciously put her panties over her garter belt, a nice trick one of her friends had told her in the past. She fished in her bottom drawer and caught the condom box, where she took one out.

She kneeled in front of David, sitting on the side of the bed. She began undoing the button of his pants and zipped down his fly. She then grabbed the side of his pants and looked at him. "Can I?" she asked, her eyes filled with lust. David nodded and helped her take down his pants.  

His cock sprang out of his underwear. She grabbed it with her hand. It was much bigger than she imagined in her dreams. Despite not being an absolutely huge cock, it was still the first she saw in person, and it looked intimidating to her. She gently stroked it. The warm sausage she had in her felt so weird, yet it was arousing her to no end. Some clear, viscous droplets were appearing at the tip. She used her other hand to touch the liquid with her index; it was slippery, like her own juices. When she pulled back her finger, it formed a little string. She could smell his musky scent. It was making her head spin.

She could feel her own juices running down her thigh. She had never been so horny. Beside her was the condom she had picked out. She stopped stroking him and finally opened the package, pulling the rubber out of the package. She observed it. She remembered from her sex-ed class that there was a right way to put it there and roll it down. She executed it as best as she could. She rolled it down his shaft. She was intimidated by the fact that she had a hard time wrapping his cock with her hand. Was that going to fit in her?

Once wrapped in, she accompanied him on the bed.

"How... do we proceed after this... It's my first time, so," Julie said anxiously.  

"Me too," replied David. "Get on your back... We'll try that way," he said, trying to sound confident.

Once on her back, she spread her legs, revealing her pink flower under her skirt. David gently climbed on her, putting his hand on the bed and the other one on his cock, to help him align it to her. His fat tip touched her lips. He grinded up across her lips, picking their moist juices. He did the same movement a few times, sliding up and down. Each time his tip slid on her clit, a small moan escaped her lips. Finally, he put his curved cock down and gently thrust in her. Her lips parted. Her pussy was already throbbing despite the mild pain of being stretched out this much for the first time. He was so slow; one part of her wanted him to stop so she could catch her breath, but the other part just wanted to reach the climax that was so close to her.

After each thrust, the pain subsided more and more. Soon, there was only pleasure left. Pleasure that was already at its breaking point. Upon another thrust of his, she let out a loud moan, "Mmmmh ohhh!!" as her pussy uncontrollably throbbed on his thick cock. The waves of pleasure were washing over as each muscle contraction shook her lower half. It was bliss, but she wanted it to stop, but it wasn't stopping. Wave after wave continued to wash over her body. The electric feeling was making her back arch as pleasure drowned her thoughts. Eventually, the wave subsided in their strength to finally stop. All of a sudden, the feeling of being stretched out came back.

David probably saw a little frown when she felt this. "Could you get on all four?" he asked, to which she agreed. He had her from one of his friends, and it was easier for girls to take guys in that position. She assumed the position, feeling a bit anxious about not seeing him. She felt self-conscious that her butt was pointing at him. Was he going to think she had a nice ass? Was he going to be grossed out by her butthole? She didn't worry for long as she felt his shaft rubbing and entering her extremely wet slit. This position made it a bit easier to receive, but it also felt like he was getting deeper. She loved the feeling of his hands on her ass cheeks as she felt him enter her. She was feeling so full. His cock started to feel even larger now; it was even throbbing. He was slowing his movement, and his fingers gripped her ass firmly as he grunted while pushing his last few thrusts, and she felt his cock throb hard in her. She even felt a little bit of the condom get filled up by his jets of cum. She felt reassured that she had managed to make him cum.

This was the story of their first night together. Their relationship evolved from this one night to more "studying sessions." Eventually, they even managed to call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Still, while reminiscing those old thoughts, Julie remembered that in her old fantasy, she always wanted to be the one dominating the bedroom. Yet, that never happened, mostly because she was too shy. But now that David had this cute little dick, she had an opportunity, she thought. Even better, it would maybe fix her premature ejaculation problem. She always hated how fast she came while they fuck. It was hard to dominate him when she was on the verge of cumming from a few touches.

Remembering all this got her yet again distracted from her work. The ringing sound of her computer brought her back to reality and made her log in to her remote meeting. Upon seeing herself in the video on her webcam, she noticed that her face was all red from her dirty thoughts.

As her meeting went on, Julie had a little idea to reduce David's anguish about his little dick. She remembered how seeing his tiny member being unable to fill the regular-sized condom affected him. She just had to go to the pharmacy at lunchtime and pick a box of snug-fit condoms, then she'll just have to swap those from the regular box for these. She felt so proud of this little stratagem.

Once the meeting ended and the clock hit 12h00, she was off her chair and making her way to the pharmacy.

Back at David's workplace, he was working away as usual, or rather even harder than normal. Since the last meeting with the clients, Debra has communicated with the rest of the higher-ups how impressed she has been with David. This was nice, but it came with a cost. The higher-ups saw that as an opportunity to give more jobs to Debra and David. The contracts they added to their already full workload made his unopened email number go up and up despite his trying to lower this number. He felt a tap on his shoulder while intensely focused on the PDF document on his screen.

He jumped from the surprise.  

"Oh gosh, David. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Giggle, the tall blond. "I called out your name, but I guess you didn't hear me with your headphones on."

His heart was still beating hard from the surprise and stress. He looked up at his boss: "Sorry, Debra, I didn't hear you. Sorry, I'm falling back a bit on the job. It's just that..."

She interrupted him: "Don't worry about that. I know you're working hard. But I have something else I need to talk to you about. Can you come to my office?"

David's stress level only went up. Was he going to be reprimanded? Is this why she wants to talk about that in her office? He followed Debra, trying not to look too much at her curvy butt, tightly dressed in the pencil skirt, swaying in front of him. His little cock tingled his underwear.

Once inside, Debra pointed to the guest chair of her office. "Please sit down."

David followed suit.

"So I know we have more work than before. And from what I've been told, we're only going to get more in the medium to long term." Debra told David.

David nodded in agreement, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"Well, given the new amount of work waiting for our team, I've been able to get the other associates to agree to give us enough budget to hire a new paralegal for our team," she said with a smile.

"Oh, wow, that's great," David said, relieved given the turn of events.

"And well, we already filtered through the candidate, and I wanted to do her final interview with you since you'll be the one she'll spend the most time with." Debra continued a proud smile on her lips.

David only had a fraction of a second to absorb the information before a knock was heard at the office door.

"Talking about the wolf, that might just be her," Debra said, changing her focus to the door. She got up and opened the door. On the other side was a tall girl. She was skinny and had the shape of a model. Her slick black hair was tightly tied in a bun. Her strong and vibrant blue eyes exuded confidence. Her pale skin contrasted with her black jacket and pants that stopped mid-calf, leaving a bit of skin exposed before her subtle high heels.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Cardiff. David, let me present you, Sarah Cardif," Debra said, shaking Sarah's hands. Then she invited David to shake Sarah's Hands. Her long, slender fingers were cold and stiff, and the tip of them was immaculately painted black. He shook her hand, Looking at her piercing eyes. She smirked in response to his stare. David could smell her acidic, cold perfume.

"Come on, let's all have a seat," Debra said, pulling one of the additional chairs from behind the desk so that David could sit at her side. Sarah sat on the remaining chair on the other side of the desk.

They quickly started to talk. Debra asked about her past experience. She worked for the public sector but expressed how frustrated she was with the public system. It was clear she was a go-getter, a person of grand ambition.

"So David, isn't she lovely?" Debra asked him. If by lovely she meant that this slim girl had the personality of Genghis Khan wrapped in a neat and cute 100-lb package, then yes, she was.

"I guess she is. I'd say she almost reminds me of you somehow," David said, being more honest than he meant.

"Oh wow," Debra said, taking that as a compliment. "Well, you've been almost silent in the interview. Why don't you ask Sarah a question?"

Sarah turned her gaze to me, and she slightly turned her head in apprehension about the question.

It was his first time being on the table during an interview. He couldn't think about anything but the most generic question ever asked at any interview. He sighed before asking: "Well, Miss Cardiff, what do you think are your best qualities and biggest weakness?"

Debra giggled at the question, but Sarah stayed focused, a hint of a smile growing in the corner of her mouth.

"Well, Mr Langley, I have many strengths. I'm smart and quick-witted, but my biggest asset is my determination. If I'm set on something, I'll achieve it. I'll do anything needed to reach my end goal," she answered with her strong, confident, sultry voice. Her eyes quickly glanced at the ring of the left hand of David. "And my biggest weakness is similar to my strength. I don't know when to stop. I'll do anything to get what I want, she said, quickly biting her lower lip.

"Oh, I love her!" Debra exclaimed. You're going to fit right in! Well, if you accept the contract, that is." Debra continued to gush over her.

"Oh, I'd love to, if the price is right... I can assure you it will be my pleasure to be your greatest asset to you and Mr Langley," she said, focused on David.

David audibly gulped. He could feel the oppressive force of that tall, skinny woman. Why did he always seem to attract such strong women around himself? Was it his baby face or blond ruffled hair?

"Well, I look forward to working with you, too," David said.

They all stood up and shook hands. When she was out of the office, Debra turned to David: "Oh, I hope they offer her a good contract. I can feel it; she's going to be a great one."

"She sure does," David validated her despite his gut feeling that if she was hired, she'd make his life hell.

David came back to his cubicle, working away at his desk. He finally felt like he was back in his zone and could focus. The minutes turned to hours, and before long, it was already 6 pm. He stood in the room; only a few of his colleagues were still there. He grabbed his stuff and walked towards the exit when Debra opened her door while he passed by her office.

"David!" she said with a wide smile. "Come here," she gestured. She looked left and right before exclaiming, "She accepted the offer! Heee!" She screeched in happiness. It was the first time he had seen something like that, especially when sober.

"That's great news," David said in a pained smile that passed over Debra's head.

"She's going to start next week!" Debra concluded. "Just hold on until then, and after that, you'll have an extra pair of hands to help you," she said, patting him on the arm.

"Thanks, Debra."

"Anyway, have a good evening, David, and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Debra," David said, finally walking off towards the exit.

Once in the fresh evening air, David sighed. Somehow, this *help* seemed like it was going to complicate his life.

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Julie tried to focus on her spreadsheet, but David's words from that morning kept replaying in her head: "Oh shit... You really chose this?... It's just so cute! I love it!" His bewildered, slightly embarrassed expression as he looked at his tiny cock was incredibly arousing in retrospect. The memory of riding him so roughly, feeling his small member deep inside her, and the way he'd begged her to slow down -- it was all swirling in her mind, making it impossible to concentrate on engineering schematics.

A familiar warmth spread between her legs. She shifted in her chair, trying to discreetly ease the growing pressure. It was happening again. Just like yesterday, her thoughts were turning her on at work. Damn it, David and his cute little dick! She imagined it again: so small, so pink, so utterly hers to control. She pictured herself teasing him, dominating him with that tiny thing, and her breath hitched. A bead of pre-cum already dampened her panties. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't get any real work done in this state.

Finally, the clock on her computer screen blinked at 12:00 pm. Lunchtime. Salvation. She practically jumped out of her chair, grabbing her purse. "Lunch break," she mumbled to herself, more like an excuse than an explanation, as she practically sprinted out of her apartment.

Her destination wasn't a sandwich shop or a salad bar but the pharmacy a few blocks away. She had a mission: snug-fit condoms. David's insecurity was still a little raw, and her little plan to swap the condoms in his regular box felt like the perfect way to subtly boost his confidence -- and maybe get to enjoy that cute little dick again sooner rather than later.

Inside the brightly lit pharmacy, the aisles seemed to stretch on forever. As she navigated towards the "Family Planning" section, Julie felt a blush creep up her neck. Rows and rows of colorful condom boxes lined the shelves, a dizzying array of sizes and types. She scanned the labels, searching for "snug fit." Finally, she spotted a box tucked away on a lower shelf. "Snug Fit," it declared in bold letters. Perfect.

But then, a thought struck her. What if even "snug fit" is still too big for David now? She remembered how tiny his penis had become with the magic condom. Hesitantly, she approached the counter where a young woman with a nametag reading "Sophie" was organizing some skincare products.

"Excuse me," Julie began, her voice a little softer than usual. "I'm looking for... uh... smaller condoms. Like, really small."

Sophie smiled politely. "Of course! We have a few options in the 'snug fit' category. Did you have a particular brand in mind?"

"No, not really," Julie admitted. "It's just... sometimes, even 'snug fit' is still too big," she mumbled, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with the strap of her purse. She felt her cheeks burning.

Sophie's smile faltered slightly. She blinked, then recovered with a professional nod. "I understand. Let's see what we have." She led Julie back to the condom aisle and started examining the "snug fit" boxes. She picked up a few different brands, checking the measurements on the back.

"This one is supposed to be one of the smallest 'snug fit' options," Sophie said, handing Julie a box. Julie took it, her eyes scanning the dimensions. It still looked... substantial.

"Hmm," Julie said doubtfully. "Are there... any smaller than this?" She gestured vaguely at the box in her hand. "Like, really small?"

Sophie's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She glanced around the aisle as if searching for something that wasn't there. A faint blush started to appear on her own cheeks. "Well," she said slowly, "'snug fit' is generally the smallest commercially available size we carry. Sometimes, for... specific needs... people might look at... other options online?" She trailed off, her voice becoming increasingly quiet and embarrassed.

Julie pressed on, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and mischievousness. "But in this pharmacy... you don't have anything... smaller than 'snug fit'?" She emphasized the word "smaller," almost whispering it. "Because, you see, even 'snug fit' condoms... they are often still too big, you know? They slip off, or... they are just not snug enough." Julie cringed internally at her own words, but she was committed to the bit now.

Sophie's blush deepened, spreading to her neck. She avoided Julie's gaze, fiddling with the boxes in her hands. "Um... I... I can check in the back, maybe? Sometimes we have... samples... or... discontinued lines... that might be... smaller?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Oh, please, would you mind?" Julie asked, trying to look as innocent and genuinely in need of extra small condoms as possible.

Sophie nodded quickly, almost fleeing to the back room. Julie waited, suppressing a giggle. She felt a little bad for making the poor pharmacy employee so flustered, but also a thrill of amusement at the whole situation. It wasn't every day you had to explain to a stranger that "snug fit" just wasn't small enough.

Sophie returned a few moments later, holding a different, much smaller box. It was a plain white box with minimal labeling. "I... I found these," she stammered, handing it to Julie. "They are... 'extra snug'. We don't usually stock them on the shelves; they are... special order... but we have a sample box here."

Julie took the box, examining it with feigned seriousness. "'Extra snug,'" she murmured as if considering the technical specifications. "Hmm, yes, these might just be the right size. Thank you so much!" She gave Sophie a bright, slightly mischievous smile. "You've been a lifesaver!"

Sophie managed a weak, relieved smile in return. Julie quickly paid for the "extra snug" condoms and practically skipped out of the pharmacy, clutching her prize. The plan was in motion. David's snug-fit condom surprise was about to be deployed.

*****************

That evening, David recounted his day to Julie as they prepared dinner together in the kitchen. He chopped vegetables with more force than necessary, still feeling a bit on edge from the day's events.

"Debra surprised me today... She expanded our team. She... I mean, we interviewed a girl for a paralegal spot in our team," David started, trying to sound nonchalant. Still, Julie could hear a slight tremor in his voice.

"Oh, that's new! How did it go? Was she good?" Julie asked, genuinely curious, while expertly flipping crepes on the pan.

David sighed, putting down the knife with a clatter. "Good? Yes, I guess you could say she was good." He emphasized the word with a hint of unease. "Debra seems absolutely thrilled. She hired her on the spot, basically."

Julie raised an eyebrow, noticing David's tone. "But you don't sound so thrilled? What's wrong? Was she terrible?"

"No, no, she wasn't terrible at all. In fact, she was... impressive. Very sharp, very ambitious. She has a strong resume, public sector experience, all that stuff Debra loves." David paused, picking up the knife again and resuming his aggressive chopping of onions. "It's just... she's a bit... intense."

Julie chuckled, sliding a perfectly golden crepe onto a plate. "Intense, how?"

David struggled to find the right words. "It's hard to explain. She's very... direct. Confident. Like, really confident. And... a bit... scary, actually." He finally admitted, wincing slightly as he said the last word.

Julie laughed, a warm, comforting sound in the kitchen. "Scary? David, you? Scared of a paralegal?" She teased him gently.

"It's not like scared-scared," David protested, but his tone betrayed him. "It's just... she has this look in her eyes, you know? Like she's sizing you up, figuring out how to... conquer you or something." He shuddered dramatically. "And her perfume! It's like... acidic. Cold. Very... Sarah Cardiff-esque."

Julie turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, watching David's animated description. "So, she's a strong woman? Ambitious? Confident? Sounds like Debra's type, for sure."

"Exactly! Debra is already obsessed with her. She kept saying things like 'Oh, I love her!' and 'She's going to be great!'" David mimicked Debra's enthusiastic tone, rolling his eyes. "And during the interview, when Debra asked me to ask Sarah a question, I asked the most generic interview question ever -- strengths and weaknesses -- and her answer was... intimidating."

"Intimidating how?" Julie prompted again, her amusement growing.

David recounted Sarah's answer, mimicking her "strong and confident sultry voice." "'I don't know when to stop. I'll do anything to get what I want.' And then she looked right at me, Julie, right at me, and said, 'It will be my pleasure to be your greatest asset, to you and Mr Langley,' and bit her lip!" David finished, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

Julie burst out laughing, finally understanding David's apprehension. "Oh, David! She sounds... formidable, yes, but not scary! Maybe just... very driven."

"Driven to... dominate the world, maybe?" David mumbled, resuming his chopping, now with even more force.

Julie walked over and put her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Come on, baby. Don't be so dramatic. Maybe she's just... passionate about her career. And maybe Debra just recognizes a kindred spirit."

"Maybe," David conceded, but he still sounded unconvinced.

"Look," Julie said, gently turning him around to face her, her hands now on his cheeks. "Give her a chance. She might be exactly what you guys need with all the extra workload. And who knows, maybe she'll be less scary once you actually start working with her." She smiled reassuringly.

"Besides," she added, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "a little bit of 'scary' can be... interesting, right?" She winked, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

David managed a weak smile, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease slightly. "I guess you're right. I should give her a chance. It's just... I have a feeling she's going to be a handful."

"Well," Julie said, stepping back and picking up the plate of crepes, "maybe a little bit of 'handful' is exactly what you need to spice things up at the office." She grinned, heading towards the dining table. "Now, come on, dinner is ready. And maybe after dinner, you can give me a little bit of 'scary' to handle?" she purred, glancing back at him with a playful glint in her eyes.

David chuckled, finally relaxing a bit. "Oh, I think I can manage a little 'scary' for you," he said, a hint of his usual confidence returning. He followed her to the table, the image of Sarah Cardiff and her "conquering" gaze momentarily forgotten, replaced by the warm, comforting presence of his fiancée and the promise of a much more pleasant kind of "handling" later that evening.

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The rest of the week flew by in a flurry of activity. David and Julie plunged back into the whirlwind of wedding preparations, their evenings filled with seating charts, vendor confirmations, and last-minute DIY projects. Work also kept David occupied, though Sarah Cardiff remained more of a looming presence than an active one. She was set to start on Monday, and until then, she was mostly a topic of conversation between David and Debra, the latter bubbling with excitement about her new recruit, the former still harboring a quiet unease. Julie caught up in her own engineering projects and wedding stress, and she didn't dwell much on Sarah either, though she occasionally teased David about his "scary" new colleague, much to his mock exasperation.

The weekend was a blur of errands and appointments. Saturday was spent dashing between florists, bakeries, and finalizing the ceremony program. Sunday was dedicated to family obligations, a lunch with Julie's parents followed by a tense afternoon navigating David's mother's increasingly detailed demands for table decorations. By Sunday evening, both were utterly exhausted, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh of relief and a half-hearted attempt to watch a movie.

As the opening credits rolled on the screen, Julie nestled closer to David, the soft glow of the TV screen illuminating her mischievous smile. Casually, as if stretching, her hand drifted down to David's leg, settling on his inner thigh. She began to gently rub, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin through his jeans. David, still wound up from the day, barely reacted at first, his eyes fixed on the screen. But Julie's touch was persistent, warm, and subtly insistent. A slow heat began to spread through David's lower body, a familiar stirring despite his fatigue.

Julie felt the subtle shift in his posture, the almost imperceptible intake of breath. Encouraged, her touch became bolder, her fingers now lightly kneading, tracing circles, awakening nerve endings he hadn't even realized were dormant. He shifted again, a low groan escaping his lips, his attention finally drifting from the screen to the playful brunette beside him. His hand instinctively went to cover hers, a silent question in his eyes.

Julie just smiled wider, her eyes sparkling with invitation. Instead of answering, she deepened her caress, her fingers now slipping under the hem of his jeans, directly onto his skin. He was definitely responding now, a slight but undeniable hardening stirring beneath her touch. With a swift, practiced movement, she unzipped his jeans, the metallic sound a soft click in the quiet room.

David tensed slightly, a flicker of self-consciousness crossing his face, but Julie was already moving too fast to allow for second thoughts. Her hand slipped inside his jeans, cupping him gently. He was small, yes, undeniably so compared to the recent behemoth he had sported, but warm and undeniably his. In her pocket, her fingers closed around the small, plain black wrapper. With a smooth, almost practiced motion, she withdrew the "extra-snug" condom, the crinkle of the wrapper barely audible over the movie soundtrack.

Before David could fully register what was happening, Julie had positioned herself, her fingers expertly guiding the condom to the tip of his embarrassingly tiny, pathetic excuse for a penis, as his inner critic whispered. He braced himself for the usual loose, floppy feeling of a regular condom swallowed by empty space.

But this time, it was different. As Julie rolled the latex down his shaft, it clung, snug and secure, like a second skin. He blinked in surprise, a confused frown furrowing his brow. It... fit. It actually fit. He glanced down, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Julie chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper in his ear, her breath warm and teasing. "You're so sexy babe... I want you... I need you" Her eyes danced with amusement, her gaze lingering on his now perfectly sheathed, adorably small, perfectly formed penis as she thought. He was hers, all hers; in a way, he hadn't been with that intimidating, oversized version. And she couldn't wait to explore every inch of this cute little David, now finally, and truly, snug in her hand.

She gave him a few thugs with one hand, with the other slid down her own jeans. Her warm and wet folds ached for more attention than her own finger. The blond man with his pale blues was making her head spring. His cute little pink dick devoured her mind. She took off her pants, not taking the time to take off her shirt. And she climbed on her man, straddling him.

"What has gotten into you', David asked, feeling the ragged and animalistic breath of Julie. Unbeknownst to him, Julie didn't have time to play with herself much last week and was already at her wit's end. Her unconscious internal hunger fuelled her passion.

"What has gotten into me? It's you that's going to be into me!" She purred as she lowered herself on him, her fingers leading his little knob in her. His shaft parted her wet lips, penetrating her, and its upward curve made it hit just the right spot, making Julie cross-eyed. Not even two-pumps in, and she was almost already cuming, a true female two-pump-chump. She slowed her movement to delay her orgasm.

David grew impatient and started to thrust his hips up in her, making her moans like a wild slut. He felt her convulsions on him despite the latex barrier. Her convulsing body turned to mush after a few seconds of shaking.

He flipped her on her back on the couch. He aligned his tip to the entrance again.

Julie bared for the oversensitive feeling she was apprehended, but to her surprise, her over-lubricated lips and smaller later-wrapped willy made the experience less over-stimulating. She slowly eased into the pleasant feeling of post-orgasm penetration.

David thrust his hip in and out, sometimes slipping out, still unfamiliar with this short length. Nonetheless, his short dick still hit the right spot for Julie, and his pelvis gave a rhythmic slap over the entrance on her inflated clit.

"Fuck, David... You are so good. You're going to make me cum again!" Julie moaned.

Her pear-shaped tit bounced at each swing; the pain, pleasured, filled expression of his fiance made David too excited. His hips lost the calm control rhythm he had to become an instinctual thrust commanded by muscle memory and pleasure.

He could feel his balls tighten.

"Jul... I'm cuming. I'm cuming!" he moaned.

"Mmh! Yes, cum in me. Please!" she answered.

The back of both lovers arched as they came simultaneously. The room was filled with the orgasmic voices of the pair. Drained of energy, David's body rested on Julie's sweat-covered body.

After a few minutes, David removed his filled *extra-snug* condom. And both got a shower before getting their much-needed rest.

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Monday morning arrived, and with it, Sarah Cardiff. David braced himself as he walked into the office, a mix of apprehension and morbid curiosity churning in his stomach. He reached his cubicle to find Debra already there, practically vibrating with excitement.

"David! She's here! She's here!" Debra exclaimed, her usual stern demeanor replaced by an almost giddy enthusiasm. Sarah is just getting settled in her cubicle. Come with me, and let's properly welcome her to the team!"

David followed Debra a few steps to the cubicle right next to his. Sarah was already there, setting up her workspace with an almost unsettling efficiency. She looked up as they approached, her sharp blue eyes immediately locking onto David's. A slight, confident smirk played on her lips.

"Sarah, welcome officially!" Debra boomed, clapping her hands together. "Welcome to your cubicle! David here, as you know, is part of the team, and you'll be working very closely with David on most projects. David, Sarah is all set up next to you!"

Sarah turned her attention fully to David, extending a hand towards him, her long fingers with their black-tipped nails outstretched. "It's a pleasure to be working with you, David," she said, her voice smooth and low, just as he remembered from the interview. Her grip was firm, cool, and lingered a fraction of a second longer than necessary. "As Debra mentioned, I look forward to working closely with you."

"Welcome to the team, Sarah," David mumbled, shaking her hand, feeling a slight shiver run down his spine.

The rest of Monday was a whirlwind of introductions and onboarding for Sarah. She absorbed information like a sponge, asking sharp, insightful questions and quickly familiarizing herself with the office procedures and ongoing projects. David found himself working alongside her, showing her the ropes, and despite his initial apprehension, he had to admit she was incredibly competent. Her cubicle being right next to his meant their interactions were constant, and he couldn't help but notice her sharp mind and quick grasp of things.

Tuesday morning, David arrived at his cubicle and found a steaming latte waiting for him on his desk. He looked over to his right, towards Sarah's cubicle, confused, and saw her already at her desk, a small, almost imperceptible smile on her face as she looked up from her computer.

"Good morning, David," she said, her voice low and melodious. "I thought you might need this." She gestured towards the coffee. "Debra mentioned you always get her a latte in the morning. Figured you might appreciate one too."

David was taken aback. "Oh, uh, thanks, Sarah. That's really thoughtful of you," he stammered, genuinely surprised and a little flustered by the unexpected gesture.

"Think nothing of it," she replied, her eyes holding his for a moment longer than necessary, a hint of something unreadable flickering within them. She was even more striking up close, he realized, noticing the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the way her black clothes emphasized her pale skin, the unnerving intensity of her blue eyes. At 24, she carried herself with a self-assuredness that seemed far beyond her years, and it was... compelling in a way he wasn't entirely comfortable with.

Throughout the week, this pattern continued. Each morning, a latte appeared on David's desk, courtesy of Sarah. Working in adjacent cubicles meant their professional paths were constantly intertwined. She was always impeccably dressed, efficient, and laser-focused on her work, yet she also seemed to find opportunities for casual physical contact. A hand lingered on his arm as she pointed something out on his screen, a brush of her leg against his chair as she squeezed past his cubicle, a touch to his shoulder as she leaned in to whisper a question about a document. Each touch was brief, almost accidental, but they accumulated, leaving David feeling subtly off-balance and strangely hyper-aware of her presence just next to him.

He noticed, too, how she interacted with others in the office. With Debra, she was deferential but confident, clearly impressing their boss with her competence and ambition. With the other juniors and administrative staff, she was polite but somewhat distant, maintaining a professional coolness. But with David, there was a different quality, a subtle intensity in her gaze, a playful edge to her smirk, a lingering warmth in her touch that he couldn't quite decipher. He couldn't shake the feeling that Sarah was... assessing him, observing him with a keen, almost predatory interest. He caught her watching him sometimes from the corner of his eye; her blue eyes narrowed slightly as if she were studying him, trying to figure him out. It was unsettling, yet also... strangely intriguing. He couldn't deny a flicker of... something... sparked within him whenever she paid him attention, a confusing mix of nervousness and a reluctant, unwanted thrill. He pushed those feelings down, reminding himself of Julie, of their wedding, of his perfectly lovely, if slightly dominant, fiancée waiting for him at home. He suspected, though, that Sarah, with her sharp intuition, had already picked up on his slightly submissive nature. He wondered if that was part of her... interest.

Wednesday arrived, and with it, an unexpected project crisis. A key contract deadline was suddenly moved forward, requiring a massive scramble to finalize documents and prepare for an urgent client meeting. The office was buzzing with frantic energy as everyone rushed to meet the new deadline. Debra, in her element, was barking orders, delegating tasks, and pushing everyone to work faster and harder.

David and Sarah, their cubicles practically touching, found themselves working side-by-side, poring over documents, drafting clauses, and coordinating with other departments. The pressure was intense, the atmosphere charged with urgency. As the afternoon wore on, most of the office staff trickled out, exhausted and defeated by the looming late night. But David and Sarah remained, fueled by coffee and Debra's unwavering drive.

By 8 pm, the office was almost deserted, the silence amplifying the frantic tapping of keyboards and the rustle of papers. David rubbed his tired eyes, stretching his stiff back. He glanced over at Sarah in the next cubicle, who was still working with laser focus, her brow furrowed in concentration, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Even under the harsh fluorescent office lights, she looked... strangely captivating; he had to admit, her intensity was almost magnetic.

"We're almost there," Sarah said, glancing up at him, her blue eyes surprisingly bright despite the late hour. A small smile touched her lips. "Just a few more clauses to finalize, and we might actually make Debra happy tonight."

David chuckled, a genuine laugh escaping him for the first time that day. "Let's hope so," he said, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with Sarah in the shared trenches of this unexpected work crisis. "Otherwise, we might be here all night."

Sarah's smile widened, a hint of something more than just professional determination flickering in her eyes. "Maybe," she murmured, her gaze lingering on him for a beat longer than necessary. "But even if we are... we'll get through it."

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum louder as the night deepened. David, feeling the strain of hours hunched over his laptop, decided to take a quick bathroom break. He mumbled something about needing to stretch his legs to Sarah, who just nodded, her focus unwavering as she scanned a document on her screen.

Once inside the relative quiet of the men's room, David pulled out his phone, a sudden urge to connect with Julie washing over him. He quickly typed out a message: "Hey babe, still at the office, this project is crazy! Need a little distraction ????".

Almost instantly, his phone buzzed with a reply. It was a picture message from Julie. David's breath hitched as he opened it. Julie's message was a close-up shot of her breasts, full and spilling out of her lace bra, her nipples erect and prominent. It was a stark contrast to the lean, almost angular Sarah who was just outside. Along with the picture, a text: "Thinking of you, and wishing you were here to play with these. Now, it's my turn for a distraction... dick pic, please? ????"

David felt a surge of warmth and desire despite the exhaustion and stress of the evening. He quickly snapped a picture of his small but now undeniably hard penis. He hesitated for a moment, a flicker of self-consciousness, before hitting send. It's not much compared to what it was, his inner critic whispered; it's almost... pathetic. But then he remembered Julie's enthusiastic reaction to it, her genuine desire, and the thought faded. He was sending it to Julie, after all, and she loved him, all of him, even his magically shrunken member.

He stepped back out of the bathroom, feeling slightly refreshed and a little less stressed. As he approached his cubicle, Sarah looked up, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Everything alright, David? You were gone for quite a while," she said, her tone light, almost teasing. "Lost in paperwork?"

David chuckled nervously. "Uh, no, just... talking to my fiancée," he replied a little too quickly.

Sarah's smirk widened. "Ah, Julie. Wedding planning still in full swing?"

"You could say that," David said, trying to steer the conversation back to work. "So, where were we?"

"Coffee," Sarah interrupted smoothly. "We need coffee. Cafeteria run? Could you get us that?" She pleaded, anticipating his agreement.

"Sure, coffee sounds great," David agreed, relieved for a change of pace and the chance to get away from his desk for a few minutes, leaving his phone on his desk. He walked out of the cubicle area towards the office cafeteria.

He returned a few minutes later, David carrying two steaming mugs. He placed one on Sarah's desk and sat down on his own, reaching for his phone, which he'd left unlocked on his desk in his haste to get coffee. But as his hand hovered over where his phone should have been, Sarah spoke, her voice suddenly different, the playful tone gone, replaced by something cool and sharp.

"Looking for this, David?"

David looked up, startled. Sarah was standing beside his cubicle, his phone in her hand, the screen illuminated, and her own phone in her other hand. His eyes widened in dawning horror as he recognized Julie's picture and then, with a sickening lurch, his own dick pic, displayed on both of the screens for Sarah to see.

His heart pounded in his chest. "Sarah, what... what are you doing with my phone?" he stammered, reaching for it.

Sarah stepped back, holding his phone just out of reach, her smirk now a full-blown, predatory grin. "Relax, David. Just admiring your... assets," she purred, her blue eyes gleaming with amusement and something else, something calculating and cold. "Very... cute." She emphasized the word "cute," echoing Julie's words from the weekend, but with a completely different, almost mocking inflection.

David felt a wave of nausea wash over him. "How... why... how did you get my phone?"

Sarah shrugged, still smirking. "You left it unlocked on your desk. And you were gone a long time. Curiosity, David, curiosity." She tapped the screen of his phone, her black nail clicking against the glass. "Let's just say I now have a very... interesting understanding of your... priorities."

David's mind raced, trying to grasp the implications. Blackmail. That was the only word that came to mind. "What do you want, Sarah?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his throat suddenly dry. "Money? A promotion? What is this about?"

Sarah laughed, a short, sharp sound devoid of humor. She leaned closer, her perfume, that same sharp, "acidic" scent, filling his nostrils. She lowered her voice, her gaze locking onto his, intense and unwavering. "Oh, David," she murmured, her voice almost a caress yet laced with steel. "Money? Promotions? Those are so... pedestrian. No, darling. I want something much more... interesting." She paused, her smirk widening again, her eyes glittering with predatory delight. "I just want to play with you, David. And trust me," she whispered, her lips curling into a chillingly confident smile, "Sarah Cardiff always gets what she wants."

To be continued...