In the Zone Pt. 05

"Oh no you don't," growled Sam, leaning forward and locking in. "You think you can get away from me that easily? You're mine, Monica."

Monica giggled, rapidly mashing buttons on the controller as her floppy-limbed character fired its jetpack in a desperate attempt to escape Sam while he still held the power up.

It was no use. She was cornered, and a moment later her character scattered in a colorful explosion as Sam caught up to her.

Monica pouted cutely and tossed aside the controller. Sam felt a swell of affection for his girlfriend as he took her in his arms and kissed her obnoxiously over and over. After a few minutes of playfully resisting, she caved in, laughing and kissing him back.

"I don't know why you're struggling to find someone to play Boostronauts. It's fun!" said Sam as Monica lay with her head resting on his chest. For a second there, he thought that the little play fight was going to turn into sex, but Monica was obviously a little distracted. He wasn't that worried about it. They had been having incredible sex lately, and he was sure that he would get his chance before bed.

Monica sighed and frowned faintly, staring into space. "That's the problem, though. It's fun, but it's silly. People don't take the game very seriously, so it isn't the kind of game that most people train for."

Sam nodded, running his fingers through his girlfriend's hair and thinking about what he could do to support her in her quest to field a competitive gaming team. There was only one obvious solution.

"Hey, I mean, I could train for it," said Sam lightly. "Maybe we could be on the same team then."

Monica raised an eyebrow at him skeptically. Normally she would tease him at this point, but Sam could tell she was holding back her true thoughts about his idea. While Monica was a competitive player at several games, Sam had always been more of an... enthusiast. He loved playing games, but he wasn't exactly crushing the competition when he played. He was maybe just a little above average.

"That's sweet, babe," said Monica, craning her head upward to plant a kiss on his lips. "I'll bring it up when I meet with Gus tomorrow."

The mention of the professor's name sent a rapid succession of feelings pulsing through Sam. Anger, excitement, jealousy, lust. Monica herself seemed completely unbothered. Just as promised, she hadn't teased or taunted Sam about Gus the past few days, outside of the sex they had right afterward. She obviously hadn't intended it as a tease at all to mention that she was meeting Gus in his office again the next day. To her, those meetings were just business.

But Sam couldn't be so blase about it. Letting his girlfriend go out with a man he disliked still filled him with volatile, volcanic lust. The fact that Monica treated the whole thing so casually almost made it worse. She saw absolutely no issue with meeting Gus alone in his office. To her, the dates were a completely separate thing.

Sam still had a sneaking suspicion that the Ogre was up to something, but he wasn't sure if that was just paranoia and a lingering effect of his explosive sexual jealousy. Gus had been following all the rules so far... or at least, he had come pretty close. There had been that picture of Monica kissing the professor's cheek, which still made Sam uncomfortable to think about. They hadn't really talked about the picture after that night. Sam had rationalized that since it was Monica touching Gus rather than the other way around, it didn't even count as a violation in the first place.

Concerning, but not a deal breaker. And, honestly, Sam couldn't argue with the results. Each time Monica had gone out with Gus, it had led to the best sex they had ever had, and their relationship was as strong as ever otherwise. He probably needed to relax a little and save the angst for when it was actually sexy: during the days when they had dates.

Sam sat stroking his girlfriend's hair, all these thoughts flashing through his mind. He didn't realize the physical reaction he was having until Monica reached down and squeezed his crotch with a little affectionate scoff, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Really, Tiger? You can't even hear his name without getting worked up?"

Sam didn't exactly have a raging erection, but he was definitely at half-mast. He spluttered and blushed, trying his best to deflect the question. "Jesus, Monica! No, I was just thinking about... something else!"

"Something else. Right," said Monica with a giggle. "Ok, well, I promised not to tease you outside of date nights, but speaking of which..." Even though her tone was still casual, Monica's beautiful blue eyes were serious as she asked, "Do you think we should set up our next date at the meeting tomorrow?"

The question sent a shock through Sam, and, embarrassingly, he felt himself growing hard beneath Monica's grasping hand. He wasn't sure what to say. On the one hand, another night of pacing the floor and wondering what was going on with his girlfriend and the Ogre across town sounded like sheer torture. On the other, part of him craved the wild, passionate reclaiming sex he knew they would have afterward.

Monica seemed to answer for him, rubbing her hand up and down his now fully-stiff erection and saying with a smirk, "I guess I'll take this for a yes." Then she saw the conflict on his face and her teasing expression softened. She reached up and touched his cheek, making eye contact with him. "Hey... don't worry so much, Tiger. This is all for you. For us. I'm doing it because we find it hot."

Sam nodded, doing his best to put aside the angst already rising inside him. Monica was having a blast with the kinky arrangement; he could tell. He was the anchor in their relationship, but the thing about anchors was that they could sometimes be a drag. There had to be a balance. Sometimes he needed to let Monica be wild and have her fun. Otherwise he would just be the boring guy who was always saying no. He knew that if he really objected and put his foot down, Monica would drop the arrangement with Gus in a heartbeat, but Sam worried that it would go on an invisible "cons" list that Monica wasn't even consciously making.

The dates could be distressing, but he would get the catharsis afterward. Besides, he had to admit that the whole thing was hot, even if he didn't fully understand why.

"Let's do it," said Sam, attempting to sound casual. "I'm sure the old man is lonely. I can throw him a bone by letting him take you out again."

Monica found that hilarious. "Ooh, how generous! I'll see what he thinks. But for tonight..." She gripped his cock tight as she planted another long, lingering kiss on her boyfriend's lips. "I want you to be generous to me. Come to bed, Sam. I want you to give me everything you've got..."

...

Meeting with Gus was no big deal. Today wasn't even about the whole dating arrangement. It was mainly about club business.

But still, Monica's heart beat faster as her engineering lecture let out and she realized that it was time. She was headed for the Ogre's office for their meeting, to see him for the first time since their date.

The date where they had made out.

Well, maybe "made out" was an exaggeration. The whole kiss couldn't have lasted longer than a minute. But that minute had felt like forever, and, when it came to kissing an older man who wasn't your boyfriend, even one minute was too long.

It had been a mistake. Gus had said so right afterward. And Monica had actually been able to put it out of her mind that night and have the sexy fun with Sam that she had planned. But forgetting the kiss completely wasn't as easy as she had thought. The memory of it had been eating away at her for the past few days. Not just because of the guilt, either.

The real issue was that the kiss had been kind of hot.

Not because Monica found Gus attractive. He was built like an overweight neanderthal. But something about the way the crude older man had just seized what he wanted, not even giving a fuck that it was wrong... Monica knew it was fucked up, and she would never admit her feelings on the matter, even under pain of torture, but when she thought back to the sudden stolen kiss, a little spark of heat kindled inside her.

The only way through was to pretend it wasn't a big deal and fake it until she made it. Gus had said it was a mistake and apologized, and what Sam didn't know couldn't hurt him. Other than that one little glitch, the last date had worked exactly how they wanted, building Sam up into a frenzy and unlocking a smoldering dominance in him that Monica couldn't get enough of.

And that meant Monica had to go ahead with the next date. If she tried to call it off, she would just be blowing the kiss out of proportion and making it a bigger deal than it really was.

Gus's spacious, well-furnished office was empty as usual as Monica knocked on the open door. Gus smiled at her over the laptop he had open on his desk.

Monica felt her heart skip a beat as their eyes met, a reaction she swiftly crushed as soon as she recognized it. Nope. We're not doing that. He's a pompous old creep I'm using as a tool to tease my boyfriend. That's where my interest in him ends.

Monica forced herself to keep eye contact with the professor and smile casually as she crossed the room and sat in one of the chairs across from his desk. "Good afternoon, professor," she said calmly. "You wanted to talk logistics for the tournament?"

"That's right," said Gus smoothly, flashing her a shiny smile and tapping a pen idly on a legal pad he had laid out next to his laptop with a few bullet points. "I wanted to talk a little bit about the sponsorship, and see where you are at with building the roster."

"Sure," said Monica, hesitating a little. The team sponsorship was a good thing. A necessary thing, considering that the club funds wouldn't be able to cover the expense of travelling to the tournament, and that there was no way they would attract enough team members if they made them pay their own way. But still, Monica was hoping that the money wouldn't come with too many strings attached.

Gus laughed, reading the nervous reaction on Monica's face. "Oh, don't worry so much! I just wanted to let you know that my friend at Zizzle sent over the stipulations for the team jerseys, and I made a mockup to show how they'll look."

He turned the laptop around on his desk and Monica made a face before she could stop herself. The uniforms were very... pink. Well, to be fair, pink and black. They also featured the Zizzle logo prominently on the chest. Zizzle was a dating app, although Monica had heard it was mostly used for hookups rather than people looking for long-term partners. The logo matched the app's reputation. It was a pair of luscious hot-pink lips, with the lower lip slightly distorted by teeth biting it lightly.

The resulting jersey left quite the impression, to say the least. "I... might have a few notes," said Monica faintly.

"I know, I know," said Gus with a chagrined sigh and a shrug. "The issue is that Zizzle won't budge on using the app's color scheme and the logo. Maybe I can make it look a little more subtle."

The rest of the stipulations weren't as concerning as the flamboyant shirt. If the team was interviewed by anyone, they would have to give a shout-out to the company, thanking them for the sponsorship. It didn't feel especially likely, considering CEL was only a college-level tournament and wasn't likely to be big news. There was also something about keeping the option open for the team members to film an advertisement for the app, but Gus explained that that would probably only happen if the team won the whole thing, and even then would probably just be a short video for the website bragging about sponsoring the winners.

The conversation felt a lot easier than Monica had feared. Gus, as he had promised, wasn't pushing things further, and if he remembered that the last time they saw each other, they had locked lips, he gave zero indication of that.

Eventually, the discussion turned to team members. "Katie's on board to play Strike Team 4," said Monica confidently. "She needs a little more practice, but she's worried about her courses this semester, and that has made her hesitant to say yes at all, let alone spend all her time practicing. We might need to take what we can get with her, but I'm confident she can do well."

"Sounds like a plan," said Gus cheerfully, leaning forward and tenting his fingers. "How about Boostronauts? I remember you saying that one is a little tricky."

"That one is tougher," admitted Monica.

"I took the liberty of asking around the Gaming Club to see if anyone was interested. One of the members seemed pretty confident he was the best Boostronauts player in the Club."

Monica raised her eyebrows in pleased surprise, but then her enthusiasm curdled as she realized what Gus was likely talking about. "Oh God, tell me it wasn't Aiden," she groaned.

"I think that was the kid's name, yeah," said Gus, tilting his head in curiosity at Monica's exasperated reaction.

"Aiden thinks he's the best player at every game," said Monica with a roll of her eyes. "And he's wrong. He's not the guy we need."

It would really take someone with no knowledge of video games to assume that Aiden was telling the truth with his empty boasting. He was an obnoxious little shithead of a sophomore who thought he was God's gift to women and gaming, in that order. His immediate assumption that girls were inherently worse at games and his obvious infatuation with Monica from the very beginning had combined to make the underclassman walking, breathing nails on a chalkboard to Monica. Sam had been forced to set the annoying kid straight last year, and he had been sulky around both Sam and Monica ever since.

"Well, he certainly seems eager," said Gus with a shrug. "And when push comes to shove, the top priority is filling that spot. Is there anyone else who showed any interest?"

Monica hesitated for a second. Sam had offered to train for the game just last night, but she still wasn't completely sold on the idea. It was a sweet gesture, but she knew that Sam wasn't the ideal person for the team. Besides, this competitive gaming team was her dream. She and Sam had done everything in the club as co-captains so far, and she knew that if he joined her on the competitive team, that's how people would see it again: a venture by the two co-captains rather than something Monica made happen on her own.

But she also knew that reaction was a little petty, and besides, Gus was right. The number one priority had to be filling the slots on the team. "Actually," she said pleasantly, "Sam said that he might be interested. He isn't exactly a big player of the game right now, but he still has some time to train."

The mention of Sam clearly caught Gus's interest, and Monica didn't think it was because of her boyfriend's offer to play Blastronauts. Monica's belly flip-flopped at the sight of the smirk that crossed her professor's broad face.

It looked like they were leaving the safe topic of club business.

"Ha! I'm not surprised that he wants to tag along to the tournament," said Gus, pushing back from his desk and standing to pace the room. "A controlling guy like him? The thought of you crossing state lines to hang out with a bunch of nerds more skilled than he is probably has him shaking in his boots!"

Monica crossed her legs and glared up at Gus as he moved to a bookshelf and began fiddling with an abstract sculpture on display there. The dynamic felt a little different now that she was sitting and he had stood, and she wasn't sure she liked it. She recognized the little barb for what it was; Gus was trying to get a rise out of her for some reason... probably because he was sort of an ass and couldn't help it. "Sam isn't controlling," she said stiffly, keeping herself cool with an effort. "And he knows that he has nothing to worry about when I take a trip. But you already know that. It takes a secure man to trust their girlfriend with our little arrangement."

Gus turned to look over his shoulder at her, raising an eyebrow and sporting a cheeky grin. "Right." It was a simple word, but it seemed to carry a lot of freighted meaning. A hot blush rose to Monica's face. Was he implying something? Before she could reply, Gus was already moving on. "Well anyway, I'm happy I could help spice up your evening the other night. Speaking of which, I never got a chance to ask. Did lover boy enjoy the experience? Did the pic turn him on just like I said?"

Monica bit her lip, but this time it was to hide a smile. Gus had just tried to push the envelope, but as usual, pushing back had brought things back to safety. He was back to his helpful self. She had to admit that Gus's suggestion to send Sam a fairly tame photo, then not text him back, had worked better than Monica ever expected. She didn't really want to encourage the Ogre's cocky attitude, but she reluctantly admitted, "Alright, alright, you were on the money with that one. He was really worked up by the time I got back. I guess I never thanked you for the date. So thanks."

Gus turned with a big smile, drawing closer. Without warning, he reached out and laid a broad palm on Monica's shoulder. She shivered at the contact, but didn't pull away. It was breaking the rules once again, but they had already broken the rules much worse than this... and besides, it was a fairly innocent gesture. "Don't mention it," said Gus in a low voice. "I'd be happy to help out again. Are you interested in another date?"

Monica swallowed and composed herself. Fake it till you make it. Don't give him any indication that you're thinking about that kiss. This is all about Sam, not Gus. But even after reminding herself of what this was all about, Monica didn't meet Gus's eyes as she said in a false, bright voice, "Yeah, actually. We were thinking it was about time to try another."

"Perfect!" said Gus warmly. "What about a lunch date? Doing it in the middle of the day might add an interesting twist." His hand actually gripped a little tighter, massaging Monica's shoulder as he loomed over her. It was sort of unbelievable to her that he was just touching her that confidently, as if he was sure she wouldn't mind. But then again, she wasn't exactly calling him out either. Monica had never had a problem speaking up before, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to call Gus out. His confidence reminded her of how he acted on their last date; just doing whatever he wanted without worrying about right or wrong. Strangely, Monica found that she didn't mind his hand on her shoulder as much as she should. It felt weirdly right.

Monica realized that she had been zoning out, focusing on the feeling of Gus's hand as it rubbed her shoulder and not answering what he said. Just as she had that thought, though, Gus's hand slid over and lightly touched her chin, tilting it upward and forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"Monica? Lunch Date?" His voice was deep and relaxed. Monica felt a strange energy crackle between their eyes as their gazes met.

"Yeah, sure," she said, her breezy brightness a little forced. "That sounds like fun." Gus's thumb and forefinger lingered there on her chin, and Monica realized that she had let things go too far. By staying quiet when he rubbed her shoulder, she had given the Ogre the green light to touch her whenever he wanted. She needed to course-correct; otherwise, this could be bad.

Monica stood, feeling flustered and uncertain, breaking eye contact once again as the professor's fingers fell away. The sudden awkward tension felt totally foreign to Monica; she was used to being confident and in charge. She was the one who flustered other people. She had worried that things would feel awkward after the kiss... but for some reason Gus himself seemed totally unaffected. Maybe just because he was an adult. One little kiss probably seemed like small potatoes to him. Monica cursed herself for feeling this flustered about a little mistake and not being able to move past it. She didn't even like Gus! He was an obnoxious, ugly old man.

Maybe this whole arrangement needed rethinking. Dating Gus might be more dangerous than she thought if she was going to feel this mixed up around him. Either way, right now it was time to go.

Gus just stood watching Monica with a polite smile on his face, as if touching her shoulder and tilting her chin up had been nothing, and filling Monica's stomach with butterflies was completely unintentional. Monica forced a casual smile onto her face and said coolly, "Well, Professor, unless there is anything else you would like to discuss, I think I had better be going. Need to get back to my boyfriend."

The reference to Sam was awkward and shoehorned in, but somehow Monica felt like it was essential in this moment. Tension filled the air, and Monica was eager to leave and let it dissipate. Then maybe she could figure out what the hell she was feeling and consider what her next steps should be.

But Gus didn't immediately and politely say goodbye like Monica had been hoping. Instead, he took a step closer, until his powerful bulk was looming over her. Monica felt frozen in place, her personal space invaded by Gus's powerful, assertive presence. She opened her mouth to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing, but Gus beat her to the punch, speaking first.

"Have you been thinking a lot about our last date?" he murmured, his warm brown eyes seeking and finding hers.

Such beautiful eyes in such an ugly face. When Monica looked into his confident gaze, she almost forgot what a prick he was. "Yeah. It was fun. I love minigolf." She was babbling, spitting out the first thing that came into her brain in a feeble attempt at controlling the situation and remaining nonchalant.

Gus brushed aside her attempt with ease. "That's not what I meant," he said, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated in Monica's chest. His hand reached out again, tilting her chin upward, even though she had already been looking him in the eyes. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The spark that Monica had been desperately trying to crush since before the meeting started leapt into a full flame.

"I was talking more about the kiss," said Gus, his neck craning downward.

Monica realized what was about to happen. She wasn't stupid, just frazzled. Gus was trying to kiss her again. That was bad in and of itself, but what was worse than the pervy old professor wanting to kiss her was that part of Monica wanted it as well. Recognizing that desire finally forced Monica into action. She pushed away from Gus, eyes wide and heart fluttering. She opened her mouth to say something, then just shook her head and turned to leave the office, mind whirling with confusion and a shameful spark of arousal.

Gus didn't say anything as she left. When Monica glanced over her shoulder on her way through the door, the Ogre was just staring after her, face neutral and eyes burning.

Monica sat in the library for a few minutes afterward, hoping to calm down and process what happened, but it didn't help. She would have to go back to Sam soon, before he got worried about what was taking her so long.

One thing was for sure... she would have to be more careful around Gus. Not just because of him, but also because of how she felt.

...

Gus waited until Monica was well out of earshot before softly cursing and turning back to sit behind his desk. He pulled out the bottle of scotch and one of the glasses he kept stashed in his bottom drawer and poured himself a finger.

It had been a major misplay. There was no getting around that. Gus felt an impulse to reach out through text. To try to put a little aftertouch on what happened and soften his fuckup, but he knew that that would just make it worse. It had been a bold move to go for another kiss, and he had underestimated the girl a little.

He knew that Monica was already coming around. He could see it in her eyes. The way her gaze lingered a little longer than it used to. The date had planted the seed, just like he had intended it to. It just hadn't sprouted enough for another kiss. Now he might have scared her off for good.

Gus took a sip of the Amber liquid and felt the burn slide down his throat. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The only thing to be done now was wait, as frustrating as that was. If he tried to force things, Monica would get more spooked than she already was.

If the seed he had planted was still growing, she would be back. Patience was key when trying to break down a high-quality woman like Monica.

...

Sam was just about to send Monica a text asking where she was when the door flew open, and she stormed inside. Sam frowned and sat up, setting aside the controller. He had been practicing with Blastronauts after class, but based on the wild look in Monica's eyes, the game would just have to wait.

"Babe? What's up?" he asked, concerned by the strange gleam in his girlfriend's eyes. He couldn't tell if she was upset or wildly excited by something.

Monica just shook her head, then mounted the couch next to him on her knees, grabbing his head without warning and pulling him into a sudden, passionate kiss.

Sam revved up from zero to horny instantly, his cock rapidly pumping to life in his pants as his girlfriend's hot lips and tongue worked on him. He kissed her back, pressing eagerly forward into her, his tongue snaking out to meet hers even as her hand reached greedily between his legs, kneading and rubbing his stiffening cock.

Sam pulled away, panting, staring deep into Monica's blazing blue eyes. "Did something happen?" he asked nervously. "In your meeting with..."

Monica pressed forward again, cutting him off with an insistent kiss, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth. "No talking," she hissed as she pulled away from him again, her hands already fumbling at his belt. "I want you. Now."

Sam was still a little weirded out by his girlfriend's strange mood right after coming home from a meeting with the Ogre, but he also wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. There was plenty of time to discuss what had happened afterward, and right now he didn't want anything to get in the way of a steamy encounter with his beautiful, horny girlfriend.

Finally, Monica managed to roughly strip Sam's pants and boxers down to his ankles, allowing his raging erection to bounce free. Monica's hand wrapped around it instantly, milking her fist up and down its throbbing length and giving her hand a little twist every time it reached his leaking head. Sam moaned into her mouth as she continued to kiss him deeply, and his hands rose to grope and squeeze her chest over the clothes.

Seeing how enthusiastic her boyfriend was getting, Monica let out a muffled chuckle and arched her back, pushing her tits forward and presenting them for Sam's hands to explore. They felt amazing... soft and heavy and round beneath his hands. For a few minutes, the couple just enjoyed each other, Monica's hand pumping up and down in a tight, slow handjob, and Sam squeezing and rubbing and palming handfuls of his girlfriend's amazing tits while they made out. But her bra was still in the way, and Sam wanted to feel her warm skin and stiff, throbbing nipples directly on his fingers, lips, and tongue.

When he reached down to begin tugging Monica's shirt upward over her head, though, she pushed his hands away impatiently.

"No. I can't wait anymore," she gasped, pulling away from the kiss again, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. "You deserve a special treat, Tiger, and I'm going to give it to you."

She slipped to her knees between his legs, her hands returning to Sam's throbbing cock as soon as she got into position. Sam could feel his heart beating a thousand miles a minute, slamming against his ribs as Monica stared up at him, her eyes burning with turbulent energy. The sexual tension that crackled in the air between them as they locked eyes was intense.

Just as powerful as it had been after Monica's dates.

That thought sent another twist of disquiet worming its way through Sam's belly, but the feeling had no opportunity to grow. Before Sam could even think twice about why she was so horny, Monica leaned over and took his cockhead between her lips, maintaining her smoldering eye contact all the while.

"Oh fuuuck," groaned Sam, pushing his hips forward into the incredible sensation. Monica began swiftly bobbing her head up and down his throbbing shaft, shining chestnut hair swaying with the frantic rhythm. She wasn't wasting any time today. There were no soft kisses or teasing words or any sort of build-up. Her neck just bobbed up and down while her tongue swirled over every inch of her boyfriend's cock, sucking and slurping wildly as she stared up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. The eyes that still brimmed with some emotion that Sam couldn't quite place.

It felt absolutely incredible, but it was too much, too fast. Sam prided himself on lasting long enough for Monica to have fun as well, and he was about to cum even though she was still in her clothes. If she wasn't careful, he was going to finish in her mouth before the fun had really started.

"Babe, slow down," he grunted, taking deep breaths through his nose and trying as hard as he could to focus and not cum. "If you don't, I might..."

Monica popped up off his cock, her lips shiny with saliva. Her hand took her mouth's place, pumping up and down his cock with obscene squelching noises. "Give it to me!" she rasped in a warm, sultry purr. "Don't hold back. I want you to blow your fucking load right down my throat, Tiger. Fucking do it." By now she didn't look troubled so much as she did horny, and Sam's cock twitched in her hand at the erotic display of his gorgeous woman serving him on her knees.

Shit... well, if she wanted him to cum, Sam certainly wasn't going to insist on holding back. Slow and sensual was fun in its own way, but if Monica wanted to give him the gift of a fast, intense, red-hot orgasm, Sam would happily accept. Monica saw the eagerness in his eyes and grin split her face. "That's it, baby boy," she murmured with a little teasing lick to the tip of his cock. "Drain those balls for me." Then she engulfed him once again in the wet, welcoming warmth of her mouth, swallowing him deep, then rapidly bobbing her cock up and down his dick, her soft lips forming a vacuum seal around his throbbing shaft. Her tongue swirled and licked as she went, sending flickering jolts of pure sexual ecstasy radiating out from Sam's cock.

Sam gave in completely to the pleasure of his girlfriend's tongue and lips, not bothering to hold himself back anymore. Monica had been getting a lot more practice at blowjobs the past few weeks, and he could already feel the improvement. Her swirling tongue and gripping lips propelled him right to the edge of orgasm in minutes.

"I'm gonna cum, babe," gasped Sam out of habit. Although Monica had just been dirty talking about letting him cum down her throat, he didn't assume that she meant it. Normally, Monica finished him into her hand rather than let him cum in her mouth. But this time she didn't stop. She maintained her swift pace, locking eyes with Sam as he felt his climax grip him. He groaned, reaching down to hold the back of Monica's head instinctively, feeling his cock twitch and release spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum to pool on her wicked little tongue.

Monica stopped the sinuous bobbing motion of her neck, slowly swirling her tongue around the head of Sam's cock, coaxing out every last drop of cum as a hazy look of satisfaction settled over her. Finally, when Sam was utterly drained, she rose from between his legs and made her way silently to the bathroom. No doubt she was going to spit out the load Sam had just filled her mouth with. Dirty talk was one thing, but Sam wasn't exactly shocked that Monica didn't want to swallow his cum when the heat of the moment was over.

Sam stared at her retreating back with a frown. Now that the heat of the moment was dying down for him as well, the sudden intensity from Monica right after her meeting with Gus felt strange. Sam stewed on the issue as he heard Monica brushing her teeth, and the more he thought about it, the less he liked it. By the time Monica returned to the couch and snuggled up to him, he was in a funk.

Monica, for once, seemed to have no intention of starting a conversation. She hugged her man close, laying her head on his shoulder, eyes closed as she seemed to relax completely. Sam tried to think of a way to bring up his concern, but there didn't seem to be any elegant entry point to the conversation. Finally, he just came out and asked.

"So, what happened at the meeting?"

Monica let out a bitter sigh, pressing her face down into his shoulder. "Gus was an asshole. As usual. I really should have known it wasn't that easy for a guy like him to change his ways."

Sam's frown deepened. Monica clearly wasn't enthusiastic about this topic of conversation, but he had to know. "So what exactly did he do?"

Monica paused long enough that Sam thought she might be refusing to answer, and for a second, jealousy and despair writhed in his guts. Then Monica said dryly, "He said something sort of rude about you in passing. That you're controlling. I didn't appreciate it."

"Controlling?" Sam scoffed. "I'd like to see a controlling boyfriend trust their girlfriend going out with another man!" What the fuck? Gus is trying to badmouth me in front of my girlfriend? It was deeply annoying, and now Sam knew exactly what had set Monica off.

"That's what I said, babe," agreed Monica fervently. "Trust me, I'm not just going to let some cocky asshole talk shit about my boyfriend." She kissed him on the cheek, and Sam felt the tension inside him unwind. He should have known. Gus couldn't be trusted, but Monica could.

But even as Sam relaxed and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, drawing her closer, she surprised him once again. "Hey," she said tentatively, looking up at him with a worried expression, "do you think maybe we should give up on this whole Gus dating thing?"

Sam froze as conflicting impulses flooded through him. On the one hand, it was gratifying to hear the suggestion from Monica. If she was considering halting the arrangement, that meant that he was all that she needed, and the extra spice of jealousy and teasing was just icing on the cake. In some ways, part of him had wanted to hear those words from her for a long time.

But Sam was shocked to feel another reaction rise up inside him, more powerfully than he ever would have thought.

Disappointment.

It was absurd to feel disappointed after being so angsty and troubled by the whole dating arrangement with Gus, but Sam couldn't deny the strength of the feeling welling up inside him. Watching Monica go on her two dates with the cocky old creep had been emotional torture, but also deeply erotic. Painful, yet satisfying, like picking a scab or scratching a bad bug bite. And a shameful part of his brain was unhappy with the idea that the crazy rollercoaster might be over.

Unhappy enough that he found himself digging a little deeper.

"That's a surprise," Sam commented mildly, picking a loose thread on the cuff of Monica's hoodie. "You seemed to be really into the arrangement up until today. Why the change of heart?"

Monica sighed, avoiding her boyfriend's eyes just as much as Sam avoided hers. "I don't know... Gus is just such an asshole. Like I said, I thought for a second that I had misjudged him, but I'm not so sure anymore."

Sam shrugged. "I mean, I've known that since the beginning. To be honest, that's part of what makes it so hot, knowing that you're going out with a sleazy creep."

Monica sighed and threaded her fingers through Sam's. She was silent for a moment, then her blazing blue eyes rose to meet his. Sam was struck by how beautiful she was, with her soft brown hair framing her perfect face. It almost distracted him from what she asked next. "Tiger, what would you do if Gus crossed the line? What if he tried to push things? Actually pursue me?"

Sam could tell that this was the heart of Monica's worry. And he couldn't say that it was misplaced. Gus had pressured Monica into the first date in the first place. He had been interested in her at some point, and he really was an arrogant prick sometimes. It wasn't out of the question that he would try something sneaky. That was where some of the thrill came from.

But there was a difference between erotic jealousy and paranoia and the truth. Sam planted a kiss right between his girlfriend's creased brows and said, "I don't think that's going to happen, babe. You wouldn't let a guy like the Ogre get anywhere, and we both know it. What does it matter if he tries something if he has absolutely no shot at succeeding? I know he's a jerk, but I don't think he would... You know... refuse to take no for an answer."

But Sam's words obviously didn't reassure Monica. She shook her head with a scowl, straightening up and pushing away from Sam a little bit. "But we already did break the rules, didn't we?" She demanded. A pink blush was creeping into her cheeks, and Sam couldn't help but find it cute, despite how serious Monica was being. "When we sent you that picture of me kissing his cheek, I mean. How do you know that he won't cross the line again? I went along with it last time, and you thought it was hot, but where is the red line? When does it stop?"

She brought up a good point. Maybe Monica was right, and this whole arrangement was too dangerous to continue. But Sam was realizing, to his surprise, that he wasn't ready to be done yet. Monica's teasing mention of another date this morning had raised his anticipation, and he was hungry for more of the agony of jealousy, followed by the catharsis of reclamation. Sam never would have expected that he would have to defend the arrangement, but now that he was in this position, he couldn't help it. He had to see how deep this erotic rabbit hole went.

Sam reached out and cupped Monica's cheeks, pulling her into a tender kiss. Then he stared into her eyes. "I might act like I'm worried, babe, but I know the truth. You know where the real line is, right here." He tapped her chest. "I know that, no matter how many games you play, no matter how badly you tease, you would never really betray me. So it doesn't matter how Gus pushes, or even if you cross a line to make things a little spicier. We're in this together, and I trust you completely."

It was the right thing to say. Monica let out a deep sigh, then kissed him back. "You have a way with words; you know that, Tiger?" she said with the hint of a grin pulling up the edges of her lips. "But I think maybe you're just saying all that because the whole thing with the Ogre gets your dick hard."

Sam laughed, glad that the strange, fraught moment was past. "No comment. Did you set up the next date that you said you were going to?"

"Not yet," said Monica with a shrug. "I just peaced out of there after the Ogre got rude. But I can discuss it with him when we meet on Thursday. I've got to set the guy straight. Like you said, I'm in charge of the line, and I'm not going to have the man disrespect our relationship."

Sam was going to delve a little deeper into what exactly Monica wanted to do on the next date, but a moment later she made it obvious that she was done with the topic for now. She smiled at him and gestured toward the paused game on the screen. "So you've been practicing, I see! Good boy. Show me what you've learned. If you can't even beat me, there's no way I can bring you to the tournament."

"Bring it on," growled Sam, grabbing the controller and leaning forward with an exaggerated attitude of determination.

The topic of Gus could wait. He and Monica were on the same page again, and the dating game would continue. As long as she was able to get the Ogre back into line, that was.

...

Gus was surprised, but pleased to see Monica keep her appointment with him just a few days later. He had actually prepared a little backup plan in case she didn't show up, but it didn't look like that would be necessary. Monica marched into the room with her back straight and her jaw set. Today she was wearing ripped jeans and one of those baggy hoodies she seemed to love. Gus made a mental note to excise the shrouding clothes from her wardrobe once she was his. He wanted every other man to see her hot little body and fume with jealousy over what belonged to Gus alone.

Determination burned in Monica's eyes as she took her seat across from Gus in front of his desk. She obviously intended to tell him off, but that wasn't a problem. Gus's main concern was that she would decide to ignore him completely. Opposition was still engagement. It still gave him a chance to sink his hooks deeper. So he was more than willing to hear any complaints that she had.

"Welcome back," said Gus pleasantly, refusing to react to her clear displeasure. "Ready to talk club business? I want to discuss the registration paperwork for this big tournament."

Monica glared at him, then let out an angry little breath through her nose, and cut impulsively right to the heart of the matter.

"What you did yesterday was fucked up."

Gus prepared to play dumb, but Monica could see the look on his face and headed him off before he could even get the words out of his mouth. "You can't just kiss me like that, Gus. It's not ok."

She was breathing heavily and had a righteous determination in her eyes, glaring at him with her arms firmly crossed beneath her juicy little tits. Gus had a sudden impulse to shove her against a wall, pin her wrists above her head, and kiss her until she apologized for being such a brat, but he restrained himself. He would get his kiss... unless he was very much mistaken he would get it today. He thought the lady was protesting a little too much. Her angry defiance covered up a sea of her blossoming attraction for an older, more forceful man who knew how to handle her much better than her immature, dorky boyfriend.

But the situation called for a light touch, not brute force. Monica needed an excuse to give in. And luckily, she had a kindly old advisor ready and willing to give her one.

Gus tilted his head and put a look of polite confusion on his face. "Oh! I'm sorry then, I must have gotten the wrong impression. I really didn't think it was that big of a deal."

That did the trick. Monica was pulled up short right before the lecture she was planning to give. The look on her face was now sheer affronted exasperation. "What? Not a big deal?" she demanded in disbelief. "You know that you were completely breaking the rules, right? The ones you agreed to?"

Gus shrugged, maintaining his air of polite confusion. "Well, sure, but we were also breaking the rules when you kissed me on the cheek. I'll admit that the lips are quite a bit more intense, but it's all in service of turning up the heat for your boyfriend, right?"

Monica was quickly growing flustered. "It's not the same thing, and you know it," she insisted hotly, a pink blush creeping into her cheeks.

Gus leaned forward over his desk, lacing his fingers. "Why not?"

Monica didn't respond, but Gus already knew the real answer. The kiss on the lips was different because it had set a flickering fire burning right between the little cock-tease's legs. To admit that was to admit that she had been aroused by Gus, though, and it was still too early for that. If he had his way, Monica's pouty, kissable lips would be wrapped around his thick cock, not just meeting his... but putting Monica's natural dick-sucking lips to their intended purpose would have to wait for now. Kissing was the path forward for coaxing this little slut deeper under his spell, and he knew just the way to guarantee that Monica would allow the kissing to continue.

Time to play his trump card.

"Well, if that's the case, then I apologize," said Gus solemnly, standing from his desk and making his way to the door. "If it truly is a big deal, then I think it's best we cut this arrangement short and stop meeting like this. I can work with someone else on the competitive team. Oh... and I'll contact Sam directly to apologize for overstepping my bounds."

Monica froze with an adorable look of panic on her face that she tried and failed to conceal. Gus's dirty mind once again flashed to an imagined image of Monica in orgasm, glossy lips parted, eyes wide just like they were right now as his conquering cock made her feel ways her boyfriend would never be able to. With difficulty, he returned his focus to the present rather than the future. Gus was sure that Monica was smart enough to realize she was being manipulated. The question was, was she smart enough to find a way out of his snare?

I don't think so. Checkmate.

...

Monica stared at Gus as he gestured her out the door with a shit-eating grin on his face. Only now did she realize how neatly she had stepped into his trap.

If she had just told Sam about the kiss at the end of the date, this would be a non-issue. Sam would already have blown up and ended the arrangement. The problem was, at the time, Monica had convinced herself that the kiss truly wasn't that big of a deal, and it was something they could just move past. If Sam found out at this point that she had kissed Gus, whether she or the Ogre told him, it would be obvious that she kept it a secret from him initially. To make matters worse, Gus was also implying that the competitive team might be dead, or even that he would move ahead with it while cutting her out!

It was becoming clear that Gus was a lot more sly than Monica had first suspected. He had her over a barrel. She would have to play it cool.

"I mean, it isn't really that big of a deal," she muttered grudgingly. "Let's not blow this out of proportion."

Gus stalked forward, the smile on his face never wavering. "I agree completely. Kissing isn't a big deal. Heck, if lover boy knew, he would probably cream his jeans! Why make a huge stink over something inconsequential?"

Monica was furious with the cocky older man, yet for some reason, she felt that little flicker of heat growing inside her again as Gus took his seat behind his desk. The Ogre had gotten his way this time as well. He had established that kissing on the lips wasn't a dealbreaker, and Monica had been forced to agree with him. She had marched into the office intending to put the old creep in his place, and he had effortlessly flipped it on her. His ability to take what he wanted was as compelling as it was frustrating.

Well, if he thought this was going to work out in his favor, he was sorely mistaken. Monica was done underestimating Gus Pfeiffer. She glared at the grinning idiot across the desk and made up her mind: maybe she would kiss him in order to keep the peace, but it wouldn't go any further. She was positive that his plan was to parlay this into further... involvement, but she wouldn't let him. Kissing was the red line, and she wouldn't go further.

She would find some way to break the news that they were kissing to Sam too, and then all of Gus's leverage would be gone. She would stop the arrangement immediately anyway if Sam hadn't just made it clear that he wanted to keep going. Her boyfriend was trusting her, and she could handle Gus Pfeiffer no matter how sly a dog he was.

"So," said Gus, clapping his hands and rubbing them together, "to business. Let's talk about tournament registration deadlines."

Monica was a little surprised that the Ogre was just moving on from the topic instead of immediately going in for a kiss like he had tried at the end of the last meeting, but she welcomed the respite. Over the course of fifteen minutes discussing uniforms and the cutoff date for registration paperwork, Monica almost let herself forget about the kissing altogether.

But she knew better than to think that Gus would forget about it entirely.

"I think that wraps up what we needed to discuss," said Gus briskly, closing his laptop. "Except for one last little bit of business..."

Monica tensed, narrowing her eyes warily.

"We talked about setting up our next date last time, but we got interrupted. How does Friday two weeks from tomorrow sound?"

Part of Monica wanted to tell the pervy creep the date was off, or at least that she needed some time to think. After his display of strong-arming her into accepting kissing, who knew what he might try on another date? But refusing wasn't in the cards. Sam wanted to continue, and if she turned Gus down, she might have to explain why. "Ok, sure," she said testily. "We'll get lunch. Anything else?"

"Mmhmm. One other thing." Gus nodded, then pulled back from his desk and beckoned her forward. "Come over here for a second."

Monica could see what was coming from a mile away. She wished she could say that she only felt anger and disgust as she rose reluctantly and circled around the desk toward the smug older man, but her belly was filled with butterflies again, remembering the illicit kiss he stole on their last date.

He was about to steal another, far more brazenly. "What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as she approached. "What exactly do you need?" The answer was laughably obvious, but she was morbidly curious to see if he would come right out and say it or if he would play coy and try to surprise her.

"I want you to show me that kissing really isn't that big of a deal to you," said the older man with a smirk, sitting back in his chair and watching her with lazy satisfaction as she drew closer. "And to show me that there aren't any hard feelings."

Well, there you had it. He wasn't even bothering to hide his intentions. Monica refused to give him the satisfaction of token, whining resistance. With her cheeks burning and her stomach writhing with embarrassment, she marched up to him, leaned down, and gave him a swift peck on the lips. She had a sudden, fleeting impression of the warmth radiating off him, the woodsy scent of his cologne, and the slight rasp of his stubble, and then she was straightening up again.

She had tried to keep it as quick and clinical as she could, but the feeling of his lips on hers still seemed to burn and tingle as she pulled away, and the little spark of fire inside her got just a tiny bit brighter and hotter. She hated the fact that kissing an old, ugly creep like him got a reaction from her, but there was just something so shameful about having to kiss a man like him that it was almost... as strange as it was to say, arousing.

Gus didn't object to how brief and dry the kiss had been. He just smiled, immensely pleased with himself, and said, "Alright, well I think we're all wrapped up then." He gave Monica a wink and made a shooing gesture. "I'll see you next Tuesday."

Monica turned and stormed out, feeling humiliated and horny and confused. She was in trouble, and for the time being, she didn't see any easy way out of it.

But her anger and panic cooled over the next few days away from the Ogre. Between Thursday and the following Tuesday, she had some time to think, and she decided that there was no reason to lose her head over this. Gus could scheme and push all he wanted, but at the end of the day he was still a creepy old man. The reason that kissing him was strangely erotic was because it was taboo. It tied back to her desire to tease her boyfriend and make him jealous. When she kissed Gus on the lips, she was just thinking about what that would do to Sam. And on that point, Gus was right even if he was being a prick about it; she was reasonably certain that if she introduced it the right way, the idea that she was kissing the Ogre would make Sam hard as a rock.

She just needed to find a way to break the filthy news to her boyfriend while softening the blow that she had kept it from him initially... but she was sure she would figure it out.

By Sunday, Monica was feeling confident once again that she had the situation completely under control. Gus might be a scheming snake, but he was right about one thing...

Kissing wasn't actually that big of a deal.

...

When Monica knocked briskly on Gus's office door the following Tuesday, she was looking a lot less flustered. Her sharp eyes locked with Gus's without a shred of hesitation, giving him a cool, unruffled smile. Gus was pleased to see that she had chosen a T-shirt today, with some game character he didn't recognize. It was still a little baggy, but it showed off the shape of her fantastic tits a lot better than her massive hoodies. It would look even better crumpled on his bedroom floor... the first time that Gus laid eyes on his future woman's magnificent bare tits, he was going to savor the sight like a fine fucking wine.

"Afternoon, Professor," said Monica breezily. "I have good news. Like I hoped, rosters for the tournament don't need to be finalized before sign-up. Since we have a team captain locked, we can be a little more vague about who exactly is coming with until a month out."

Gus had to admit that he was impressed. When he had seen Monica's reluctant, embarrassed arousal on her way out of the office last time, he had started to think she was already crumbling. But it looked like he had been underestimating her. It would take more than one conversation of swinging his dick around to get this little firecracker to submit. He wouldn't have it any other way. Her intelligence and resistance to his manipulations would make it all the sweeter when she finally broke, moaning for more while she bounced on his cock...

But still, that resistance meant it was time to turn up the heat a little.

He played nice for the rest of the meeting, even keeping his eyes from wandering over the little slut's luscious body. He was all smiles and professionalism. But once again, when the meeting drew to a close, he beckoned Monica forward toward him.

The little brat actually rolled her eyes and sighed as she stood this time, shaking her head and saying, "Why do you even want to kiss me anyway? Wouldn't it be more fun to kiss a girl who was interested? I obviously don't like it. Did you get the wrong idea and think I was going out with you because I was interested in you or something?"

Gus actually disagreed on both counts. Maybe at the very beginning of the second date, Monica was just going in order to tease her loser boyfriend, but her interest was deeper now, even if it was still only subconscious. And as far as her disliking his kisses... well, even he had been surprised when Monica tentatively squeezed his cock that night in the arcade. He had expected her to jerk her hand away. He idly wondered if the feeling of his thick, throbbing erection had been intruding on her thoughts lately. Another image popped into his mind, of Monica rubbing her wet kitty, fingers frantically swirling as she thought back to how his cock had felt beneath her delicate fingers... He had to control his thoughts. Monica had a way of making his filthy imagination run wild. All in good time. If he wanted to earn the prize, he needed to stay focused.

Smugness wasn't the play here. He had pushed pretty hard last week in order to keep her on the hook. Now was the time to go a little softer.

"Can you really blame me?" He asked, glancing down at his hands. "I mean, I know you don't understand this, considering you're right in the prime of your life, but sometimes it's hard to look at all the pretty girls who I will never be attractive to again. You're using me as a tool to play with your hot young boyfriend. Is it really that unfair of me to want a little thrill of my own out of this arrangement?"

Monica snorted and rolled her lovely blue eyes again, flipping her silky chestnut hair. "You're not even fifty, Gus, so don't give me that old man crap. And it's pretty rich to give me the 'poor me' speech after strong-arming me yesterday."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Gus loftily, risking a cheeky little grin as Monica rounded the desk toward him. Although Monica's response had been harsh, he could tell that she was considering his words. Even for a smart girl like her, his argument made sense: if you looked at the dating arrangement on its face, the two little lovebirds were kind of screwing him over.

"You can believe whatever you want," said Gus with a shrug. "As long as you keep kissing me, that's all I care about."

Monica wasn't able to hide a little smirk as she leaned down and planted a kiss on Gus's lips, just like last time. Gus wasn't just bullshitting her for no reason. There was a method to his madness. He could tell that Monica enjoyed needling men. She did it all the time with her boyfriend, and as far as Gus could tell, that had been the main sexual draw for the little brat in this arrangement; Dating Gus had given her a prime opportunity to tease Sam.

So giving her the impression that her dirty old professor was desperately lusting after her but unable to act on it would pique her bratty interest, making him an irresistible target for her teasing. Or at least that was the hope.

Gus could tell that his subtle manipulation was working, at least a little. He still didn't get any tongue on this kiss, but it was a little longer and a little warmer, and he could see a gleam in her eye as she pulled away, studying his face closely for his reaction. Gus put on his best expression of frustrated desire, and he saw Monica's smirk increase a fraction of an inch.

She was a smart cookie, but arousal can lead to a lot of poor decisions, no matter how smart you are.

As they said their goodbyes and Gus watched Monica's fantastic little ass wiggle out of the room, he planned his next move. He had laid the foundation by locking her into kissing him every time they met, then smoothed it over by presenting himself as a horny simp.

But he needed to turn the heat up on her further. If he could overload Monica's arousal and, more importantly, her competitive spirit, he could get her to ignore logic and her instincts and go even further.

And, based on what happened on their last date, he thought he knew exactly how to do it. But it couldn't hurt to let things lie until next week in order to lure her deeper into her false sense of security.

...

The Thursday meeting went even more smoothly. There wasn't even any discussion about the kiss after the meeting. Monica simply rose from her chair, gave Gus a little peck on the lips and walked right out the door. When she peeked over her shoulder and saw the dirty old man staring at her retreating form hungrily, she couldn't resist giving him a little wink.

She had been much more worried about this situation than she needed to be, and she spent the following weekend focusing purely on Sam, video games, and friends. For the first time in a while, The Ogre wasn't even on her mind at all.

...

Monica breezed into Gus's office the following Tuesday with a spring in her step and a carefree smile on her face.

The previous week's meetings and brief kisses had made everything clear in Monica's mind. Gus was a conniving worm, but his motivations were simple, and that made him easy to predict, and even control.

He was just a horny old man, completely smitten with a woman half his age and willing to act out to achieve the smallest amount of sexual connection to her. Now that Monica understood that, it wasn't going to be hard to deal with him. She just had to toss out little breadcrumbs to keep him on the hook, and fend off any more desperate attempts to get closer.

It actually sounded pretty fun...

So by the time she went to the meeting, Monica was no longer really worried about the Ogre. Once again, just like with the first date, he had shown a tendency to be cunning, but predictable and blunt. Monica could handle that now that she understood him a little better. Besides, Monica had already thought up a plan for how to ease into telling Sam about the kissing. If she teased Sam about the possibility before the next date, then told Sam about that "first kiss" afterward, Sam would never have to know that she and Gus had actually started kissing a little earlier than that.

The meeting today wasn't even going to be particularly long. They had already discussed most of the preliminary planning for the tournament trip last week, and unless Gus had heard something new, they would likely just check in for a few minutes, then Monica would give Gus a little kiss to keep him happy, then she would be free to go home to her boyfriend, get ready for their club meeting tomorrow, and forget all about the pervy old creep.

But, oddly, Gus was waiting for her without his usual grin. He had a sour look on his broad face as she stepped in the door, and waved her forward quickly. "Monica. Afternoon. Listen, I don't actually think we have much to discuss today until we hear back from the sponsors again and we know more about the team members."

Monica frowned. Something had definitely changed in Gus's attitude toward her. Before, he would have been eager to keep her there and talk to her even if there wasn't any explicit business for them to discuss. But now he seemed almost impatient to get rid of her.

Well... it wasn't like it was that big of a deal. Monica knew that she should be happy to shrug off Gus and go back to Sam early. They could have a night in that was just about them without Gus tainting their thoughts, just like they had enjoyed the past weekend. But something about Gus's clear disinterest annoyed Monica. She had just wrapped her head around the idea that Gus was a lonely old perv desperate for her attention, but here he was, eager to kick her out of his office immediately for some reason.

It was unquestionably better not to be lusted over by a creepy older man, but it was still annoying to see someone lose interest in her so easily. It stung Monica pride the tiniest bit. But that same pride would never allow her to protest. If Gus wanted to be alone, fine. "I agree," said Monica, with just a trace of displeased tightness in her voice. "I think we can cut this one short." She let a little teasing smirk flicker across her face. She knew one part of their regular routine that she was sure would capture Gus's interest. "But we still have one last order of business, don't we, professor?"

Gus blinked, his eyebrows furrowing. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

Monica had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. Was he being dense on purpose just to piss her off? "I meant the kiss, of course," she said, taking a step toward him to deliver the light peck that she knew always drove him wild.

But once again, Gus's reaction was completely different from what she expected. A little grimace crossed his face, and he waved his hand dismissively. "Oh... actually, Monica, I think I'm good. We don't need to go through that today. You can just head out."

That froze Monica in her tracks, and this time she wasn't able to conceal the open incredulity on her face. "You just... don't want to anymore?" she asked in disbelief. "I mean... that's great. But why not?" Monica's mind rioted with conflicting impulses. She felt a certain sense of relief that the whole problem of kissing Gus behind her boyfriend's back was now a moot issue. But, washing over and tainting that relief was a feeling of annoyance. Being a younger, hot woman that Gus obsessed over was a position of power. It had felt good to tease him with little scraps of affection he would never otherwise earn.

And now it turned out that he wasn't that interested after all. Being too busy for a meeting was one thing, but being totally uninterested in a kiss felt insulting. It was good news, but also left Monica feeling pissed off.

Gus gave her a tight, almost apologetic smile. "Sorry, sweetheart. I know I was the one who pushed the idea in the first place, but, well... There's no easy way to put this, so I'll just say it bluntly. It's just not doing it for me. You aren't a very good kisser."

Monica gritted her teeth. Part of her realized that Gus was doing his best to get a rise out of her, but knowing that wasn't enough to blunt her annoyance completely. Not when he was deliberately insulting her.

"You know that I'm not giving you my best," she said flatly, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "Even a smug prick like you has to realize that. I mean, you remember the kiss we had in the arcade. I'm deliberately holding back, idiot. I'm a fantastic kisser when it's with a guy I actually want."

Gus simply shrugged, a look of disinterest painting his ugly face. "I mean, if that's true I haven't seen much evidence of it. A few dry little whispers of a kiss are hardly impressive. And as for the kiss in the arcade, I think we both know that I was the one taking the lead on those. Doesn't take much kissing skill to stand there like a dead fish and let a guy stick his tongue in your mouth."

Monica took a deep breath and counted to three. It was an obvious provocation. A throwing down of the gauntlet. Gus still had an expression of disinterest on his face, but Monica could see the gleam in his eyes. He was practically daring Monica to prove that she wasn't the cold, sexless innocent that he was insisting she was.

The best way to win in this situation was not to play. Monica could see that the best option was to walk away and deny Gus the satisfaction of getting under her skin. Obviously. But she never had been any good at backing down from a challenge, and part of her needed to get that sense of power back from Gus lusting after her.

She would show this old perv who was a dead fish.

She marched forward, eyes blazing and blood pumping with anger and a little twist of arousal at what she was about to do. Gus watched her cross the room with a raised eyebrow, but pushed back from the desk to give her room as she approached.

Monica wasted no time. She was going to show this cocky prick what he was missing; the volcanic kisses that were saved for just her boyfriend. Give him something to crave and put a little of the greedy longing back in his eyes. She grabbed Gus roughly by the collar and dragged him forward into an angry, aggressive kiss.

She could feel the sexual heat crackling between them flare up immediately. That raging flame would normally be something she avoided, but this time she leaned into it. Today, she wanted to turn the heat up on Gus. She wanted to get the dirty old man hot and bothered, then leave him in the lurch; frustrated, horny, and desperate for just one more taste of her sweet lips. Her tongue slipped teasingly into his mouth as her wet lips gripped his, flicking over his, then dancing away, leaving him wanting more. She lightly nipped his bottom lip before leaning in harder, gliding her hand through his thinning hair to the back of his head, then pulling him forward to seal him in an intense, sexual kiss. She was really pulling out all the stops, teasing Gus with her feminine allure and blowing his insulting claim that she was a bad kisser out of the water.

And if that had been the end of it, she probably could have gone home to Sam smug and happy, reassured that she had the upper hand in their little power struggle.

But Gus wasn't the sort of man who took teasing lying down.

A wave of electric shock washed over Monica as Gus surged upward from his chair briefly breaking the kiss as he loomed above her, then boldly leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her.

Monica let out a light gasp, utterly overwhelmed as Gus pulled her close to his powerful bulk, leaning down to press a hot, greedy kiss into her full lips. The aggressive, masculine forcefulness of the move immediately prompted a response from Monica's subconscious, lighting a fire inside her. Her brain was so scrambled that, for a moment, she just went with the powerful heat that suddenly roared through her, returning the forceful kiss, completely forgetting that she had been trying to make some kind of power play.

It was only a second later that her conscious mind caught up to exactly what was happening, and she pushed Gus away. He disengaged from her willingly enough, staring down at her with an unrepentant grin and hungry eyes while Monica panted and blushed. Fuck... why are my nipples hard all of a sudden?

"Gus, what the fuck?!" she gasped, eyes wide and staring. She pulsed with adrenaline, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Gus, in contrast, looked cool as a cucumber, even though Monica could see the filthy desire burning in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" asked Gus innocently. "You were the one who kissed me first. I was just returning the favor. I don't really see the issue."

Monica scowled at him. The deep, hot kiss she had just planted on him was only to prove that she was a good kisser. She had only been intending to shut him up; that was it. But now her body was pulsing with dangerous heat, and Gus was looking at her with predatory eyes. She could feel the tension of the situation rising. She opened her mouth to set the bastard straight and let him know in no uncertain terms that she was the one who would decide how and when they kissed, but Gus simply moved toward her again, his thick arms wrapping around her curvy little body. It appeared that the dirty professor had no interest in another verbal sparring match today. He wanted them to use their mouths for a different purpose entirely.

Monica thought about pushing him away again. Turning her head to the side and refusing to engage. Even calling for help. But her body betrayed her. Her conscious mind didn't want anything to do with Gus, but a heated undertone whispered beneath the surface.

He's taking what he wants again. He wants my lips, and he won't let anything stand in his way. He's an arrogant bastard who always gets what he wants when he wants it.

The idea filled Monica with pulsing, shameful heat even while it infuriated her, and she found her neck craning upward on its own, her lips meeting his. For one last defiant moment, she kept her lips tight and sealed as she felt Gus press forward, but then they softened... then gripped his.

Her overheated mind swam with half-baked justifications as she began to return the kiss. I already decided that kissing was ok... I'm going to tell Sam about the kissing soon anyway, so this really isn't a big deal... This is just a little more proof that I am a good kisser; after today, he'll be desperate for more, and I'll leave him wanting. I'll stop him right away if he tries to do anything beyond just kissing...

But part of her knew the truth. All of those explanations were bullshit. The real reason that her tongue cautiously flickered out to meet his when it slipped between her lips was that it felt fucking good. The feeling of being wrapped in his powerful arms, kissed thoroughly because that was what he wanted and what he wanted was what he got... It was intoxicating. Her nipples weren't just hard now; they were two points of throbbing heat, pressed up against Gus's bulk. She felt like she was melting, overpowered by Gus's iron will, swooning into his arms. It was just like it had been in the arcade that night.

But unlike that time, Gus's arms held her tight, but they didn't wander. There was no repeat of how he had grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. Just a deep, thorough kiss, stronger and hornier and more demanding than any Sam had ever given her, leaving her weak and confused and aching with forbidden heat.

Time stopped. Thought stopped. Monica closed her eyes and her world filled with the sensation of a brutally strong body holding hers, the masculine scent of the professor's cologne, and the obscene sensation of her tongue writhing against the tongue of someone who wasn't her boyfriend.

It felt like an eternity later that Gus pulled away again, leaving Monica breathless and overheated. "You know what?" murmured Gus mockingly. "I take it back. I guess you are a pretty decent kisser after all." He finally released Monica from his grasp, and she took a step back, finally coming back to the real world and realizing what happened.

It scared her a little how turned on she was. She considered getting mad and confronting Gus over his presumption once again, but she didn't dare. She wasn't in any condition for an argument right now, and worse, she was positive that Gus knew exactly how horny his aggressive kiss had made her.

The only choice was to retreat for now and cool off. It would be easier to push back against him when she had a clearer head... and drier panties.

Gus's dark, calculating eyes followed Monica as she bolted from the room, and she thought she saw a gleam of triumph there.

...

"Mmmmnnnfff, More! Harder, Tiger! Fuck me like you fucking mean it!"

Sam was panting and shaking as his hips hammered forward again and again. He was already pumping his cock into and out of Monica as hard as he could go, and yet it still seemed to not be enough.

It certainly wasn't for lack of trying. Sam thought he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life. Monica was a sinful vision of feminine beauty beneath him, her skin gleaming with sweat as she worked just as hard as he did. Her heavy tits jiggled with every thrust, stiff pink nipples making little circles in the air from the force of Sam's plunging cock. Her thick thighs spread, and her wide hips rolled in little liquid motions of desire, meeting his every thrust and gripping his tight with her pussy on every back stroke. Her normally sharp blue eyes were hazy with powerful lust as she grunted and moaned, lost to the frantic rhythm of hard fucking.

Something wild had possessed her tonight. This was their third round of sex, which was a new record for them. Sam wasn't sure that he could keep up with the powerful hunger that had gripped Monica. After the second round, he had tried to talk to her and find out why exactly she was so horny, but she had brushed aside the questions impatiently and started slowly, teasingly sucking his spent cock, coaxing it back to life.

Sam was doing all he could, but after more than an hour of athletic, enthusiastic coupling with only a couple of short breaks, he was reaching his limit. He had a certain sense of pride for being a generous lover with plenty of endurance, but he could feel his breathing growing harsh and his muscles giving out. He had to bring this to a close quickly, or he simply wasn't going to make it.

He strained, pushing himself to go faster and harder, just like Monica was begging him for. He braced himself on one hand, the other falling to squeeze and grope his girlfriend's bouncing tits as sweat began to sting his eyes.

"That's it. Oh fuuuuck, that's it, Sam! Right fucking there! Don't stop!" Monica's voice was becoming a breathy whine, and her hand reached up to grip his hair, pulling him down painfully into a sloppy, deep kiss, tongues tangling and sweat-slicked bodies writhing together in perfect harmony.

Sam felt an immense relief as Monica moaned into his mouth, her pussy clamping around his cock like a slick, velvety vice. He had done it. He had satisfied his girlfriend even when she was insatiable. He could feel her back arch beneath him, and her thighs delicately tremble. The delicious sensation and sense of triumph sent him over the edge into his own orgasm as well. After already shooting two loads, he could feel that almost nothing was coming out, but the mental stimulation was even more intense than the first two times, if that was possible.

Sam leaned into the kiss and enjoyed the fiery sensation of orgasm pouring through his veins. They remained like that for a few long, heated minutes, their fiery passion cooling to a warm golden glow and the sloppy, deep kiss softened into something more romantic. Finally, Sam rolled off, his rapidly softening cock slipping out of her well-fucked pussy to dribble down onto the sheets, which were already damp with sweat.

Monica immediately wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his shoulder, letting out a happy sigh. Sam wished he could feel just as carefree. But now that Monica's wild lust had finally burned out, they needed to talk, and he had a feeling it wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

He waited for a minute more so that he didn't spoil the moment too much, but he couldn't wait forever. Finally, Sam sighed, looked down at his dozy girlfriend, and said, "Ok, enough dancing around it. What has been happening in the meetings with Gus?"

He could see Monica's eyes snap back to life, and couldn't quite bring himself to believe the innocence he saw reflected there. "I don't know what you mean," said Monica slowly. "He's being his usual asshole self."

Sam sat up, withdrawing his arm from around her. "Seriously, Monica? You really expect me to believe that you are coming home from your meetings with him just as horny as you are from the dates, and that's just... totally meaningless?"

Monica turned away. "You're just being jealous," she said stonily. "That can be hot sometimes, but don't push it."

Sam scoffed. "Do you really think I'm that dumb?" he asked incredulously. "Something is happening at those meetings, Monica. I don't know what, but I know it's not just discussion of competitive gaming."

Monica shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, Tiger," she said in a light tone, still facing away from him. "There's nothing to talk about. I go to the meetings, Gus is insufferable, then I come home."

Sam was stymied. It felt like he was arguing with a stone wall. Part of him insisted that his girlfriend was hiding something from him, but could she be right? Could it just be the paranoid jealousy speaking to him again? Part of him had also been sure Gus groped her in the back of that cab on their first date, and that hadn't been true at all.

Sam reached out and took Monica's hand. She turned to raise an eyebrow at him, her eyes cool and distant, but she allowed the gesture, waiting for him to speak. Sam took a deep breath and organized his thoughts. He was often the one who backed down and made peace between the two of them, but he couldn't afford to do that here. "Listen, babe," he began tentatively. "We can deal with this together. But you can't keep me in the dark. If something is happening at those meetings, I need to know."

For a second, it seemed like Monica's eyes were softening. But then her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes hardened, and she pulled her hand out of Sam's. "Babe, this is getting old. Do you really not trust me?"

"No..." said Sam, starting to feel annoyed. "That's not what I..."

"What I'm telling you," said Monica patiently, "Is that you have nothing to worry about. Can't you just leave it at that?"

Sam felt aggravated and ashamed. But no matter how much he loved and trusted Monica, he still couldn't bring himself to trust Gus. That was the real issue here. The suspicion that the Ogre was trying something at the biweekly meeting ate at him, and he couldn't just put it aside, even with Monica's reassurance.

He sat staring down at Monica, troubled, and finally she rolled her eyes and turned over in bed again, turning her back to him and shutting him off. "You know what? I can't deal with this today," she said in a tight voice. "I'm tired, and it feels like we both need time to think. Go sleep on the couch tonight. That will give you a chance to cool off."

Sam thought about arguing. After all, he was the one who was mad; it didn't seem fair that he should be kicked out of bed. But there was no point in starting another fight over something even more petty.

Aching with wounded pride and confusion, Sam slouched out of the bedroom door for a long night on the couch.

...

Sam stared across the room at Monica through the crowd of chattering club members, wearing a faint frown. They had been short with each other this morning. It looked like the fight from last night hadn't completely blown over. To be honest, he wasn't sure he wanted it to yet. He wasn't sure he was in the right, but at very least Monica was being a little suspicious.

He yearned to get back to the regular, loving relationship they had, but right now he wasn't quite ready to climb down from his position and make up.

A ball of anxiety had settled into Sam's stomach. And this time, because he was so spent after three rounds of sex the night before, the arousal that came with it was dulled and muted. Monica, normally a social butterfly at club meetings, had grabbed a handheld console and curled up on one of the beanbag chairs in the corners. Her thumbs clicked the buttons occasionally, but her eyes seemed to stare through the console, distant and thoughtful.

Katie walked up and leaned against the table beside Sam, playfully checking him with her hip. "Sam the man," she said cheerfully. "Why the long face?"

Sam did his best to put on an unconcerned smile. Katie was one of his and Monica's best friends, and the last thing he wanted was to make her concerned about their personal drama.

Katie was a tall, willowy girl with short, pixie-cut blonde hair and mellow green eyes. She had been Monica's roommate freshman year, and even though Monica and she had sort of diverged in their interests since then, they remained the best of friends. Monica was focused on video games, and Katie was very much into social activism, campus protests, and smoking a staggering amount of weed. She liked video games, but Sam had always had the impression that she had gotten more deeply involved in the club mainly as a way to stay close with Monica.

He had also always gotten the impression that Katie was kind of interested in him freshman year, until it became clear he only had eyes for Monica, but that was an issue that was long, long in the past at this point.

"Nothing," said Sam with a loose shrug, pointedly looking away from his girlfriend and pretending to survey the rest of the members of the gaming club. "Just a little worried about what will happen to all these scrubs once their fearless leaders graduate."

Katie giggled. "Yeah, they'll be nothing without us." But it appeared that Sam wasn't quite off the hook after all. A moment later she pursed her lips and added delicately, "But for real. Is something up with Monica? She's been acting kind of weird lately."

Sam wasn't sure what to say. If Katie had noticed, it probably wouldn't do any good to flat-out deny it. Monica's best friend could be very perceptive. On the other hand, he couldn't just tell her the truth in this case. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Finally, he settled for sighing and admitting. "Yeah... we're dealing with something right now. A relationship thing. Sorry, I can't get more specific than that."

Katie nodded and looked across the room at Monica with a worried frown growing on her face. "Oh! Ok. I'll just have to ask if there is anything on her mind later."

Sam wished that Katie could just drop it, but he couldn't be mad at her for trying to be a good friend. He searched around for a way to change the subject, and settled on, "So Monica told me that you're going to be our Strike Team 4 champion at the tournament! That's pretty impressive."

Katie giggled again and rolled her eyes. "The things I do for your girlfriend, bud... And unlike you, I don't even get sex out of the deal!"

It was Katie's style of irreverent, dirty humor, and it meant that she was willing to move past the more personal topic of discussion. Sam relaxed, making some more small talk about the tournament. A few minutes later, Katie moved away, leaving Sam to his brooding. He couldn't just spend the entire club staring across the room at his girlfriend, so he eventually joined a co-op game on the couch. But he still glanced over occasionally, watching how Monica frowned at her handheld console, eyes distant.

Hopefully whatever was bothering her wasn't serious. Sam wasn't used to being on the outside like this.

...

Monica walked into the meeting with Gus on Thursday filled with conflicting emotions.

It had hurt a little to lie to Sam after Tuesday's meeting. She should have known that coming back wildly horny from her meeting with Gus would make him suspicious. His keen jealousy was the reason they had started the whole complicated arrangement with Gus in the first place. But she simply hadn't been able to help herself. The deep, sultry kiss from a man she shouldn't be involved with had filled her with powerful sexual heat, and in that moment, she needed Sam's cock more than air itself.

And it was magical! Amazing fucking sex, as good as they had ever had, three times in a row. Why couldn't Sam just be happy with that and not look his fucking gift horse in the mouth? He had talked a big game about trusting her to decide how far was too far, and then the second she started making some executive decisions about how to proceed with Gus, he threw a huge fit over it.

If he had just been able to wait a few more days, the whole issue would have been moot, since she was planning to introduce the idea that she and Gus were kissing after the date anyway. But now things were awkward between them. Monica could tell that Sam was slowly getting over it, which was normal for him. He just couldn't stay mad at her for long. But they had barely spoken at all yesterday, and even today things had been a little stiff between them. Monica was hopeful that tomorrow's date would straighten things out and get them on the same page.

But Sam's growing suspicions weren't the only issue. She had spent all day Wednesday stewing over how Gus had kissed her at their last meeting. It had been arrogant, disrespectful, and, worse of all, arousing. Monica had grudgingly agreed to allow some kissing, forced by Gus's strong-arm tactics. But up until that point, Gus had led her to believe she would set the pace and decide exactly what kind of kisses he would receive.

Another trick. Another manipulation. Monica was only now realizing that, when she was with Gus, she would always have to have her guard up, unless she wanted to lose a game she didn't even know she was playing. The problem was, as much as she hated to admit it, part of her wanted to play the game with him.

It was a challenge, and Monica had always appreciated competition. A part of her wanted to face Gus and beat him at his own game. Going into his office without being sure what he was going to try next was a rush.

The whole thing left Monica feeling off balance. She couldn't wait until Friday afternoon. At that point, she could get everything on the same page with Sam. Then all of the stress of the arrangement would be gone, and she could finally just begin enjoying the kinky jealousy play again without keeping secrets.

In contrast to the turmoil in Monica's mind, Gus looked completely unbothered. He looked up at Monica as she entered with a welcoming smile, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Well, of course he doesn't fucking care. He just made out with a taken woman half his age a few days ago. He's probably feeling on top of the world! Monica stepped forward warily, trying to ignore the sudden pulse of heat that the sight of Gus's blunt, grinning face provoked inside her. Her mind flashed with memories of how it had felt to be trapped in his strong arms... She was able to banish the thoughts only with difficulty as Gus spoke up.

"I'm glad you weren't scared off by last time," he said with a jovial wink. "Considering that I actually have some business to cover with you today."

Monica scoffed. "Yeah, right. Sorry to break it to you, professor, but you don't have what it takes to scare me," she said, putting on a brave face. "I don't do things if I don't want to. We kissed on Tuesday because I wanted to. Simple as that."

Gus raised his eyebrows, but didn't express his obvious disbelief beyond saying, "Noted. I could absolutely feel that you wanted to kiss me, so that checks out."

"Prick," muttered Monica, fighting to keep her cheeks from flushing and trying her best to avoid the professor's eyes. "Anyway, I want to keep things... short today. What exactly did you want to show me?"

"Zizzle sent over a new pitch for the uniforms," said Gus briskly, returning to business mode. "Come take a look." He beckoned her closer, and Monica circled around the desk, not even thinking about the fact that he usually turned his laptop around to show the things he wanted her to see, rather than making her look over his shoulder.

Monica moved up until she was standing right next to Gus, leaning down to get a closer look at the uniform design on the screen. But she quickly found that it was hard to focus. She could feel Gus's interest rolling off of him less than a foot away. Feel his eyes glancing sidelong at her, stealthily taking in the sight of her hanging tits as she leaned forward toward the screen.

It was a little annoying, but also empowering. Gus's ploy from last time of pretending he wasn't interested had obviously fallen flat. It gave Monica a smug sense of victory. She had known all along that the dirty old man was obsessed with her.

Maybe that thrill of power explained what happened next. Or maybe it was her confusion and frustration from being at odds with Sam. Most likely, it was just the red-hot memory of how Gus had kissed her during the previous meeting. Monica couldn't explain it. All that she knew was that Gus murmured something that her heartbeat was pounding too loud for her to understand, then she turned her head to look into his eyes...

And they were drawn together like magnets.

Before Monica even knew it, the distance between them had disappeared, and they were kissing again, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Their lips locked hungrily, and Monica felt her conscious mind slipping away with only a faint protest. Monica was shocked and disgusted with herself for a second, but it was easier to excuse the behavior this time. She had already kissed Gus. That bell couldn't be unrung. What did it matter if she kissed him again?

But this time felt different too. Gus's lips on hers felt greedier. More demanding. His arms wrapped around her, just like last time, but now they pulled her forward... It felt wrong to give in and let herself be pulled down to sit in his lap, but it was wrong in the same way that making out with him was: forbidden and exciting.

Before she knew it, Monica was cradled in his arms, sitting sideways on his broad lap, snuggled against his swelling gut, body burning and mind hazy with smoldering lust as her tongue tangled with Gus's. She could feel her nipples pressed, bullet-hard and throbbing hot, against her bra. Wild heat was growing stronger between her thighs. It wasn't about attraction to Gus in particular. It was about the filthy taboo of sitting in another man's lap, making out with him before going home to her boyfriend.

Maybe telling Sam about the kissing would ruin the forbidden thrill. Maybe it would make it even hotter, once Sam erupted with aroused jealousy. Either way, right now Monica was powerless to resist the siren call of the illicit kiss.

But there was one element that felt a bit too dangerous. And that was what was happening beneath Monica as they continued kissing.

She didn't really blame Gus for getting hard. She was turned on by the taboo kiss as well. But feeling his cock firm up and begin pressing upward against her ass reminded Monica of just how inappropriate this really was.

Kissing Gus might be excusable. Sam had given her permission to determine the line of betrayal in their little game, and it was possible that kissing wasn't actually an issue. Sam would probably be horny as fuck when she finally broke the news to him. But why was she getting so turned on by making out with this pervy old creep? It was a question that Monica didn't want to examine, and the hard dick pressing upward through the layers of cloth seemed to make that question unavoidable. The hard, throbbing length made the growing heat between her thighs uncomfortably intense...

But even though kissing Gus began to feel more and more wrong as his cock pressed demandingly against her ass, Monica still found it impossible to break away completely. Gus's strong arms weren't physically trapping her in the kiss... but psychologically she felt like she was under his sway, unable to resist.

She did, however, wriggle away a little, further toward his knee, trying to solve the issue of her professor's physical arousal by ignoring it completely.

But Gus pulled away with a chuckle. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart," he growled, a shark-like grin lighting up his ugly face. "You aren't doing anything wrong. If you happen to accidentally touch me over the pants, then so what? It isn't like you're doing anything on purpose."

It was a paper-thin excuse, but Monica was in no state to argue at the moment. She was just as turned on as Gus was, even if it wasn't as obvious. She was on the fence about leaving now that things were getting weird, but when Gus's broad hand slid back up to the nape of her neck and pulled her forward again, she allowed it to happen. Somehow, just giving in felt kind of good.

She closed her eyes and shut off her brain, ignoring why it felt so good to kiss this ugly, infuriating brute and just enjoying the sensations. The slide of her wet tongue against his. His masculine scent. The massive bulk of his body. I shouldn't be doing this, a weak voice inside her insisted, but that protest only made it hotter. Gus was a man who pushed aside protests and took what he wanted...

The wet heat inside Monica built higher and higher, like a pressure cooker. She didn't realize what Gus was doing until his hand was already gripping her wrist, moving her hand just like he had done on their last date, drawing it forward slowly but firmly between his legs.

Monica whimpered against his lips as her palm met his throbbing bulge. This was so fucking wrong... And yet, with aching guilt and shame overwhelmed by the torrid heat inside her, Monica's fingers tightened, gripping the bulge, feeling the masculine power of the turgid length beneath. Her chest heaved with hot, labored breaths. Gus never backed down from his aggressive kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth and not giving her a second to cool down and think. Her body worked purely on instinct, her hand rubbing and squeezing curiously. Something about the iron hardness beneath her made her melt into weak, helpless heat...

Then, without warning, Monica's world exploded.

The door to the office flew open. Monica's hand moved away from Gus's crotch instantly, but her head only pulled away from his a second later, leaving a glistening thread of saliva between them.

Shockingly, terrifyingly, Katie stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open and white-faced in shock. Her hand hung on the doorknob as she looked in on the office, where her best friend sat on the lap of the pervy old creep she had once hated, making out with him.

"I would suggest that next time, you knock before entering," said Gus calmly, his arm still around Monica.

"I was just coming to talk to you about the team," said Katie faintly. "They said at the reception desk that these were your office hours and you would be in here."

Monica finally unfroze and struggled up off of Gus's lap. Every ounce of the powerful arousal that had been coursing through her veins had been replaced by clinging shame and white-hot panic in an instant. Had Katie seen what she was doing with her hand? She had definitely seen her kissing Gus and sitting on his lap, and that was bad enough.

"Katie... it's... it's not what it looks like. I can explain." The words sounded laughably trite and inadequate to Monica's ears, but luckily, her relationship with Katie was apparently enough to buy her just a shred of allowance.

"O... kay," said Katie reluctantly, "but I am going to need that explanation. Like now."

"Yeah, of course," said Monica swiftly, trying to hold back the panic that threatened to swallow her whole. She didn't even turn back to Gus as she crossed the room and took her best friend by the hand, leading her out the door. "Let's get coffee, and I'll tell you everything."

...

Gus watched his future woman leave with narrowed eyes. He wasn't sure he was happy with this new wrinkle, but there was nothing he could do in the moment.

Katie was an unknown variable. A skinny blonde girl that Gus had immediately dismissed as not really his type the moment he had seen her. She seemed sharp enough to appeal to Gus's love of smart girls, and her face was cute, but she was practically flat-chested. Gus liked a woman with something to grab and squeeze.

Now Katie was part of the situation, whether Gus liked it or not. Monica was a smart girl. She had already proved to be pretty effective at tricking herself with a little encouragement from Gus. Surely she could mollify her bestie too.

Maybe Gus had better start working on the skinny blonde himself... just as an insurance plan in case Monica couldn't quite calm her down.

Gus's mind started working at the problem immediately as he leaned back in his chair, his cock still throbbing with frustrated lust.