Exit Interview

PART I

Staff Meeting

Joey

He watched her orchestrate the staff meeting as she had always done for the past 6 years he had been employed at this prestigious institution. He was still in shock she will be leaving at the end of the month for a better opportunity. Deidre has been the most amazing leader Joey could ever ask for in a supervisor. Their professional chemistry has been unmatched and have accomplished so much together. He admired everything about her, including her graceful yet provocative appearance and nature. She was similar to him, always professional and astute as can be in the work setting. Never forgetting proper workplace etiquette as soon as he reached the parking lot of that office building. He has been voted him most professional and business minded every year at the office Christmas party awards 3 years consecutively. He found excitement in the lack of knowledge they all had of his personal escapades out of the office.

He watched the morning sunlight piercing through the window hit her smooth, melanin rich skin as she seemed to glide gracefully across the front of the room. He tunnel-visioned in on her full, glossy lips as they formed the words she spoke and imagined those lips in close proximity as her authoritative and soft-raspy voice filled his ear canals. Deidre eventually stood cross-legged, giving him a chance to gawk at the outline of her curves. Her hips perfectly presented in her well-fitted, black pencil skirt. He moved the profiling of her upwards to her light pink blouse, which hugged her firm small waist and perfectly proportioned breasts. Her bra faintly outlined through the blouse, a constant theme about Deidre's dressing that has always driven Joey crazy. She always covered all of her assets, leaving just enough for his mind to run vividly wild.

'How can she be so perfect?', Joey thought. Every detail about her, flawlessly in place. How could she leave? She's been the best part of his work day. He had wanted her job over the years but never considered this is how it could happen. 'You get what you wish for.' He adjusted himself in his seat to reposition his half erect member. 'Focus!', he commanded himself as the roar of clapping in the room brought him back from fantasy world. He quickly recognized all eyes on him and realized he had been announced as the new and rightful successor of the departing Deidre Hinesward.

Workroom

Deidre

She walked down the hallway clenching a stack of documents that afternoon reflecting and coming to terms with the fact that earlier that morning was her last staff meeting in this office. She strutted on, feeling proud and satisfied yet sentimental. The latter feeling grew as she walked past a familiar office with 'Joseph Dumas' displayed on the door plate. She prepared a warm smile and straighten up her walk as she had always done before she got to the glass walls in case they locked eyes. She often wondered why his blinds were never down. 'No one can be that open,' she would think. When they did lock eyes, she made a quick observation of how majestic the man looked in a suit, how his smile seemed to provoke a daring side she dared not display in a professional setting, and quickly looked away with a more purposeful sway of her hips. She never knew if he looked but she hoped. 'He's a young bachelor, he must,' she figured. Today, he isn't in the office at the moment.

Deidre turned around the corner to the employee workroom, where she was going to make copies.

"Hey boss," an endearing voice shot out from the large work table in the corner of the room. To her delight, Joey turned to greet her. She used the split second she had to observe the athletic thighs displayed through his light grey pants and firm tight ass.

"You know it might be time you stopped calling me that. You are boss now," Deidre replied with a playful smirk. In all the years they've been working together, playful gestures and remarks have been scarce as they usually are extremely professional with one another. Although in the past few weeks since Deidre made her announcement to leave, they've been more jovial. She hypothesized that it's a coping mechanism for them both as they deal with what's to come.

"You'll always be my boss, Deidre," a counter response from Joey that had an unusually endearing tone than usual. Caught off-guard by this tone, Deidre turned from the copier to look at the expression on his face to confirm she didn't imagine how that sounded. A piercing expression from eye contact provided the confirmation she needed. One that expressed a sad but sensually inviting sentiment.

'Stop it Deidre,' her inner voice spoke. 'He's nearly two decades younger than you and you're supposed to be his mentor, his leader. He's just another co-worker.' She felt her face begin to warm as her inner voice shifted focus. 'Look at those eyes, you won't be working here anymore and likely will never see him again so have little harmless flirt.'

"Have it your way, sir," said Deidre with a mischievous smile.

She made her way to the table next to Joey after making copies and began to stapling. They engaged in small talk about their weekend plans as they worked on their documents until Deidre remembered something of a more professional nature.

"Switching gears a bit, we need to schedule my exit interview but I don't see any space on your busy calendar for the next two weeks."

Joey gave a concurring expression and nodded. "Yeah, this is true. That's what taking your position gets me." They both gave a light hearted laugh. "Does it have to be during office hours? We can go to the bar down the street after work on Friday and try that drink Linda has been raving about for years. We have been saying we would go for years and now you're leaving. It will be my treat as a congrats on your professional advancement."

A flutter of excitement and nervousness shot down her back at the proposed suggestion. Before she had time to think it through, her lips had agreed and a time was set. She walked away knowing she had agreed to more.

PART II

The Bar

Joey

"For happy hour on a Friday, this place is quite dead." Joey said to the waitress as she placed two orders of the infamous 'Love Machine' drink on the tiny circular table.

"You've never been here before, have you? Give it an hour or so and you might eat those words. In fact, your kind is exactly what the ladies that come here prey on," the waitress smiled devilishly as she sauntered off, keeping eye contact with Joey till she bumped into a chair and embarrassingly laughed away. Joey smiled.

The design and atmosphere of the bar portrayed an island vibe mixed with the dark ominous tones of a speakeasy. The tables stood out most to him. They were very small. Just big enough to hold a few drinks and a saucer of appetizers. Only two chairs to each table, making it all an intimate setting. He reveled internally at the thought of Deidre being in close proximity in the opposite chair. 'Don't do anything stupid, read her vibe and just hint to her your admiration of her. Let her do the rest.'

The front door swung open and a gust of the cool early March air blew into the bar. A high cheek-boned woman with freshly painted red lips and a file folder pressed across her chest with one arm stepped into the bar and posed like a model does at the end of the runway to be admired. At least, to Joey, that's how it looked. The jingle of her large, grouped earrings traveled to Joey familiarly as she looked around the room. Time seemed to stop as Joey locked eyes with her. He quickly took note of features unfamiliar to him. Her hair was let down, and more voluminous than he remembered, the top button of her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing just a slight line of cleavage in the middle of her chest and finally she wore a skirt that ended above the knee with lacy black stockings that were capped off by 4-inch classy heels.

"Is that Deidre?" Joey muttered to himself. He stood up.

Deidre

'You look like a damn fool presenting yourself this way to him. You couldn't wait to change for your little girls' night dinner after you met with him?' Deidre thought to herself. She knew exactly why she changed. She had no intention of seduction but at the same time didn't really think this through well. The whole idea of this being done out of the workplace had her breaking every personal professional rule she had and also overwhelmed her with a rush she had never felt before. She walked confidently towards her standing greeter. She gazed intently at his eyes to prevent her from staring at the outline of his manhood faintly but noticeably projecting through his thin, tight dress pants. She clenched at the file folder harder to help with concentration. He looked away at the door for a split second as someone else walked in. She stole a quick glance down and then quickly back up. That's all she needed. The image was imprinted in her head like painting on canvas, each stroke of the paintbrush visible. She immediately felt moisture between her inner thighs as she got to the table. 'How did that happen so quickly?' she questioned.

"Are you ok?" Joey asked.

"Yes." she said clearing up her expression, putting the professional face right back on. He gestured for her to sit down. Her gaze followed his print till it disappeared behind and underneath the tiny table.

Joey

'How is she talking work knowing damn well she's killing me?' Joey thought to himself. It had been nearing forty-five minutes and two love machines into the exit interview and the only small talk Deidre had done was when she asked to be excused for her attire because she was going to a girls' night dinner afterwards. 'She's even more sexy when she talks work out of the office in a damn bar.'

"So, I think those are my all my questions, do you have some more for me?' Deidre asked. Joey looked around at the now filled bar. The noise level now increased but not obnoxious. He looked over at the bar to see the waitress practically sexing him down with her eyes and it's all the courage he needed to lean across the table slowly towards Deidre. Their knees touched as he moved in closer and with no room under the tiny table, he maneuvered his knees inside about five inches up and between hers. She took a deep breath the moment their knees touched... perhaps more of a gasp.

"You said you aren't my boss anymore correct?" Joey ask.

Deidre, turned her head sideways and nodded with a seductive smile in anticipation of what he had up his sleeve. "That's correct.", Deidre replied. He took a deep breathe, locked eyes with her as he leaned across the tiny table. "Then it should be appropriate to tell you I'm extremely jealous someone else will get to see your beautiful face, well dressed, accentuated, athletic and curvy figure every day." As he slowly spoke the words, he couldn't believe he was uttering, he felt her knees tighten slightly around his under the table and anxiously waited for a response.

Deidre

'He did it, he actually did it.' The devious voice was back and this time it was louder. The voice carried on, 'what did you think was going to happen? Look how you came dressed, plus these drinks? You're leaving the state soon so amuse yourself a bit.'

She felt her knees tighten around his and a flush of heat suddenly filled her chest. She realized the heat had carried downward between her thighs. She couldn't tell if it came from her or him. "I always wondered if you noticed but you were always so professional and I admired that about you." Diedre finally replied.

Joey pushed his knees further between hers. "Are you kidding? It's impossible to not notice your aura every time you walked by. You always smell so sensual and elegant. And those hips hypnotize me with thoughts I dare not share anywhere." Deidre's eyes widened slightly and felt her heart beat faster as she imagined those thoughts as her wildest fantasies.

"Oh my, that's quite the..." As she began to reply, her cell phone vibrated loudly on the table. Startled, she jerked slightly as if she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. She quickly reached for the phone and answered it. It was her best friend Angela inquiring about her ETA. A quick look at the clock made her realize she was late for her girls' night out. "Sorry about that, I'm late. You're going to have to tell me more later."

"No worries, have fun and I'll see you on Monday".

Deidre hurried out of the bar partly relieved. She noticed the line she was about to be crossed and knew there would be no returning. She noticed something else as she walked to her car. She felt moisture within her upper thighs with every step she took. She was aroused and she knew it. She slammed the door to her car as she replayed the events that had transpired a few minutes ago. His big brown eyes staring deep into hers, his muscular knees and thighs pushing up between hers and his firm protruding member as he sat down at the table.

A warm sensation filled her lower body. She looked and realized her right hand was underneath her skirt and pressing firmly against her lace panties. With her juices overflowing through her panties, she slid the panties to the side and gained direct access to her flower and firmly applied the usual steady pressure. While she filled her mind with erotic thoughts of Joey, her fingers filled her until her body quivered with a fluster of ecstasy. She gripped the steering wheel with her free hand to steady her violently quivering as a result of her climax. It was a big one and it rocked her to her core. As she slowly came down from her high and regained control, she laid her head back and gently stroked herself while taking deep, slow breaths. The devious inner voice appeared once more. 'Those were only thoughts, imagine what the real deal would do to you.'

**ONE WEEK LATER**

Deidre and Joey

The two had not spoken of their out-of-office encounter and had purposely gone through the week avoiding each other and making sure they were never alone.

Joey, the Monday after his unprofessional approach, felt a sense of awkwardness the moment he stepped into the office. He thought about how he may have ruined a potentially important professional and career reference. He knows how ambitious he is and how high he plans to climb the corporate ladder but he felt he may have tainted his reputation. Even so, the thoughts didn't stop his manhood from rapidly growing every time he saw or smelled Deidre, whether it was in the hallway or in a meeting. He would slowly adjust himself to hide is bulge and even stroke it discreetly through the high-quality fabric of his fitted dress pants.

Deidre also felt she had crossed the line not only with a co-worker, but a subordinate and had somehow put a red mark on her leadership. She feared who Joey might tell and whether that would impact her upcoming new position. She knows how much harder women have to work in the industry to achieve the accolades and success she had and felt she had set herself back professionally. Even so, her guilt did not stop her from multiple convulsive climaxes every single night of that week at the thought and imagination of Joey deep inside of her before he pulled out and shot his hot lava all over her sweat glistened body.

It is now another Friday and the work day is over. Deidre thinking she's the last person to leave as usual, turns the corner to the elevator and feels her heart suddenly sink to her stomach as she sees Joey waiting for the next elevator. Their eyes meet and for a moment there's an awkward silence. Joey smiles and breaks the silence with a familiar endearing greeting.

"Hey boss."

"One more week and someone else will be calling you that." she replied.

The elevator beeps and they both step inside. Joey chivalrously presses the button for the ground floor and steps back next to Deidre. "You've been busy this week." He teased, alluding to the fact that they have been avoiding each other.

"I could say the same for you," she replied with the same sentiment.

There was a loud metal crushing bang and the elevator jerked to a forceful halt. Hard enough for both of them to stumble. Joey reached out and grab Deidre before she lost her footing in her heels. He noticed she was violently trembling and immediately acted. "Look at me, Deidre. Look at me!" he demanded. She quickly looked into his big brown eyes and as terrified as she was, her mind went straight to the night at the bar and in that split second, she felt aroused and afraid at the same time. "These elevators have a fail-safe to stop it in its tracks firmly if anything were to go wrong. The mechanics in engineering also just got a notification about the problem so someone will come to our rescue very soon. Do hear me? It's going to be alright." He assured her. Still gazing intently into his eyes, she nodded rigorously. Joey took out his cell phone but there was no signal. He checked hers too to no avail. Almost a minute since the elevator stopped and a familiar voice came through the elevator speakers.

"Anyone in there, this is Rick in engineering. If you can hear me press the red button below the numbers and speak." Joey obeyed and replied.

"Hey Rick, it's Joey, I'm in here with Deidre, what's going on?"

"Oh Mr. Dummas and Ms. Hinesward, terribly sorry. Are you both ok?" Joey confirmed they were fine and inquired once more about what the problem was. Rick quickly explained that it was a hydraulic issue and could be fixed except it would take about thirty to forty-five minutes.

"I'm scared", said Deidre. Joey stepped over to her and embraced her. She quickly wrapped her arms around him too, feeling the details of his back muscles through his shirt and taking in the combination of his manly natural scent and cologne. Joey felt her squeeze and he followed suit. Caressing her back, he felt the lining of her bra and the curvature of her waist. He suddenly realized he was bulging once more. He quickly tried to pull away but Deidre pulled him right back. She had begun to feel it herself and like clockwork, the devious voice was back. 'Do you feel how big and long that is? Time to escalate this and you know it. Fuck!'

Their faces slowly met as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gasped as she felt his manly hands reach down and grab her ass in a full squeeze. He kissed her gently and she replied with a more forceful kiss. She was ready to explode and he could tell. He pulled her in and intensified the kiss. His hands pulled up her skirt. He spun her around and inhale her perfume deeply as he kissed her neck from behind. She laid her head backwards on his chest and shoulders to provide him access to her neck. She felt her legs quiver and her knees buckle. She could feel her juices literally flowing down her thighs, preheating her oven. His large hands slowly opened her blouse and cupped her large breasts, squeezing them both together. She moaned softly with exhilaration as she felt his left hand travel purposefully downward and into her panties. She pushed her ass hard on his dick as his hand found her clit and firmly massaged it. His cock throbbed even harder when he felt how wet she was. He had never felt woman this wet in his entire life. With both of them breathing heavily, the elevator filled with pure lust.

She pushed him against the elevator wall and unbuckled his belt as quickly as she could and dropped down to her knees. Her eyes widened and she stopped breathing for a few seconds staring at what she thought was even better that her imagination. She greedily engulfed him in her mouth and sucked like her last days on earth. He forced his cock down her throat and she loved every inch of it. He got off on gagging her and she got off on being dominated. She could now feel her juices fully running down her legs. She wanted him inside of her and he read it loud and clear. It was his turn to act.

He pushed her against the other wall and spun her once more. He slowly kissed, sucked on her ears and whispered, "Hold on tight, I won't be gentle." His soft and dark words made her knees buckle once more but this time she felt his strong hands catch and stand her up. He reached down, pulled her panties to the side and with power from his legs and hips, thrusted deep into her tight and overflowing wet pussy. He felt her vaginal walls immediately clench around his dick, embracing it like a long, lost lover, now found and would never to let go. She was cumming. She was cumming and she couldn't believe it.

With one hard thrust she was cumming. She held on tightly to the elevator railing to steady herself from her violent convulsions. She pushed even harder against his cock for stability but all it did was push him further into we cervix for an even more intense climax. As she came, he kept thrusting steadily and didn't stop even when her climax was over. He widened his stance, grabbed her waist firmly and gave another hard thrust. Her walls gripped him again. She started to cum again. He pulled out, got on his knees and sucked hard on her clit as she struggled to maintain her balance from cumming. She gave out a loud moan and quickly covered her mouth, muffling the sound. The nectar from her flower filled his tongue and mouth.

He entered her again and increased the pace of his thrusts. He was ready to explode. She felt his body start to quiver and knew he was ready. "I want your cock in my mouth." she struggled to get the word out because she was breathing so heavily. She freed herself from him and took his bricked-up dick into her mouth and as he shot his warm cum down her throat, she firmly rubbed her clit while sucking and came one last time...

The elevator door opened and Rick met them along with members of the fire department. "Are you guys alright?" he asked.

"We're just fine, Rick. Thanks for getting us out safely." Deidre answered.

They walked side by side to the parking lot without saying a word. Deidre still wet and Joey still with an erection pinned tightly to his right leg. They parted ways and got into their cars. As Joey was about to put his car into gear when his cell phone vibrated:

'5224 Summerlake Lane, 1 hour. We're not done with our Exit Interview'

THE END