Faded Mauve Pt. 02

"Wait, let me get this straight. You've worked for her for one week, and you think you're in love?" My friend Elena giggled. "She's right, Chloe, you really are pathetic. It's cute on you, even if you're fucking crazy."

We sat across from each other at an awkwardly small outdoor café table. Our knees brushed occasionally. I had a light blue American Spirit hanging delicately between my lips, stained with a deep red lip gloss. Elena wanted to try out a new lunch spot, so here I am, wasting my Saturday away. Everything seems so pointless without Ms. Watkins guiding me through every step of every day.

"Did you hear about the new lesbian bar?" she started, a grating attempt to change the subject.

Me and Elena weren't together, per se. We were essentially friends with benefits. Neither of us could stand being single, but didn't have the emotional bandwidth for a relationship together, so our arrangement worked out. Go out on the weekends, get wasted, fuck, and then for the next seven days pretend that the other person doesn't exist. Perfect amount of therapy with just a few strings attached.

"The Venus, or whatever? In the Underground?"

"That's the one. I absolutely adore the DJ that's on tonight. Can we please go together? It's always so icky to me to be out by myself."

***

"Your first week, I gave you a pass to be a bit of a clutz. Now look at me." Ms. Watkins turned in her desk chair to face me. Her eyes twisted in shock. "Ew, not like that. Do I smell bad or something?"

"What?" I shook my head a little, trying to get my drifting thoughts to dissipate. The night before, I couldn't stop dreaming of her hair lightly dragging along my tits as she kissed my chest. "No--I just--"

Now that she mentions it, she smells absolutely divine.

"See what I mean. Quit spacing out, it's not cute." She groaned and slid her glasses back on. Her gaze melted back into her monitor. "She's never making it like this."

On the way out of her office door, I bumped into the threshold. Hard. I dropped a stack of paperwork everywhere.

"I'm so sorry Miss, I forgot to get coffee this morning, and--"

"It's okay babe. Maybe hitting your head a little will do you some good for once."

Ms. Watkins slid her company card across her desk and beckoned me closer. "Go get us both something, and I'll try my best to forget this." Her voice sank into a more reassuring tone, with a bit more gravel. A grin slid across her face. I may be delusional, but I think I saw a sparkle or two light up her eye. It was perfect, and I felt my brain and heart melt even more.

Fuck me. I don't know if I can make it either. I'm helpless, and for what?

***

Elena had her hands draped around my waist. The combination of a tad too much alcohol and music blaring a bit too loud had my head screaming. Having her there with me helped me calm down, but not enough to fully lose myself in the moment. I tried to talk to her, but it turned into more of an awkward tennis match of misunderstanding.

"I'm desperate. I need you to fuck my boss out of my head, or I'm gonna lose my job."

"You're desperate to fuck my boss too? Please get a grip, especially when you're grinding on me like this."

"No, I need you to fuck me so bad I can't even remember my own name."

"I know it's loud, but girl, you've gotta speak up."

I sighed and resigned to the music, praying to get back to my apartment as soon as possible.

***

"You can't cum?" Elena wiped sweat from her forehead. "I've been strapping you for 30 minutes and you can't cum?"

"It's just not working, I really am trying." I sighed. "I don't know what's gotten into me lately. I can hardly even get myself to finish anymore, so don't take it personally."

Elena rolled her eyes. Her dildo slid out of my ass, defeated, followed by a bit of lube seeping out. "It's fine, I guess. What a waste of such a nice ass." She lightly smacked one of my cheeks.

A grin crept across her face.

"I know what you need."

Elena disappeared into her closet, fumbling around. I tried to follow, but was greeted by a swift, "no peeking, pervert" and the door being pushed against me.

A few moments later, she reappeared in a brown pantsuit, nothing underneath. Her eyes twitched with delight when she saw me sink back into the bed.

"N-no, you can't do this to me," I stuttered. "Not fair. I swear to god--"

"Young lady." Elena grabbed my chin, forcing it upward to lock eyes. For a moment I see Ms. Watkins in them, her spirit taking over Elena's flat expression. "You're late for your deadline again. No girl of mine is allowed to give such poor performance. You may not be up to standard for us to keep you here."

"Elena, please."

"Not very professional of you to not be in dress code. I'll have to take that into consideration." Her hand gently works its way down, resting on my collarbone. She leans in toward my ear and whispers:

"Lucky for you, you smell wonderful. Get on your knees and maybe I'll reassess."

Reluctantly, I drop off the bed and kneel. Even through her trousers in front of my face, I can feel her warmth building.

"What are you waiting for? Am I not the one you truly desire? Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me, sweetheart."

"Yes ma'am." I unzip her trousers and slide them down her ass. Her clit was already throbbing. She'd leaked a little, her wetness clinging to the inside of the trousers.

"Good girl." Elena wrapped her fingers through my hair. Her pussy melted against my tongue. Her hips began to grind into my face. My girlcock twitched upward as I worked faster and harder on her. Watching her shake drove me wild. Ms. Watkins flashed in and out of my memory. My stomach tightened a little.

I'd slid two fingers inside her, rubbing my tongue along her clit. We both moaned together. Elena's breathing got short and quick. She shuddered and pulled my face in closer. My girlcock pulsed on her own, dripping onto the floor.

"Fuck. I'm almost there." Elena gripped my hair even tighter, exhaling with delight. By the time she came on me, I had made a huge mess. My cum was getting everywhere.

"You're my best employee, baby." She kissed my forehead and looked at me, awaiting a response.

My mind had completely blanked, still moaning and shaking.

"Girl, you're such a mess, let's shower and get you in bed."