Co-Conspirators
Rudolph Bannon, Esquire stands at his large bay window, his back to the door. He is a jovial man, tall and broad and bearded. His suit jacket - Joseph A. Bank, which is exceptionally fancy for this town - can’t quite reach far enough around his gut to button, but he carries the weight powerfully. At fifty-five, his hair and beard have gone almost entirely gray, with only a few traces of the deep rust color that used to make him stand out. Ruddy Rudy, that’s what people called him. Now, he has spent the last two winters volunteering as Santa Clause at the mall in the larger town nearby. The huge, powerful behemoth that he was in his youth has given way to a fat old man. But he reads his Dylan Thomas, and endeavors always to rage against the dying of the light.
A knock comes at his office door. Rudolph turns to see Amber Brisk, her face looking concerned.
“Ms. Brisk, come in!” He says, gesturing to a seat as he moves towards his large mahogany desk.
“Thank you, sir,” Amber says. Rudolph sits at his desk, trying to resist the urge to glance at the young woman’s ample cleavage, but once her head falls when she takes her seat, he steals a look. The things he would do to her if he were ten years younger…
“Not at all! You know my door is always open for you, Amber. What can I help you with? You seem disgruntled.”
Amber came to his law firm, Bannon and Mulroney, about three years ago. She was so overqualified for the position they were offering that he and his partner, Bridget Mulroney, developed a junior partner position just for her. Over the course of the last three years, Amber proved herself invaluable to the firm time and time again. Her legal mind, her presence in the courtroom, and her keen eye for detail all made her a tremendous asset and pushed the firm into the stratosphere. Or, as close to the stratosphere as a law firm in a small town is able to get. What was that line from Blake? The Countenance Divine had certainly not shone upon this town's clouded hills.
“I’ll cut right to the chase then, sir,” Amber says. “This new hire, Maxwell Pierce. I don’t see why we’re bringing in a new associate to the firm. Our caseload is manageable by the associates and paralegals already on staff, you and I have the trial responsibilities well in-hand, and Mrs. Mulroney is more than capable of taking care of the LLC and merger negotiations for our region, and the budget is such that-“
“You’ve got quite the list, I see,” Rudolph chuckles.
“Do we really need to bring on a new lawyer, sir?” Amber looks hopeful, and it tugs at Rudolph’s heartstrings. But he shakes his head.
“We do, for a variety of reasons that I’m afraid are best kept between Bridget and myself. She and I have determined that Mr. Pierce is integral to our long-term goals, and we are frankly thrilled to have found him. Bridget and I started this firm with a hope and a prayer, so imagine our surprise when we came across such an astonishing legal talent like yourself! Now, with Mr. Pierce, it seems that lightning has struck twice. Our plans are our own for the moment, but suffice to say that we intend to capitalize on having two bright young upstarts as junior partners.”
“Junior partner?!” Amber seems shocked. “I… but you created a junior partnership just for me. I thought that Mr. Pierce would be coming in at a less… what I mean to say is…”
“He will be working closely with Mrs. Mulroney, in the same way that you work closely with me,” Rudolph explains.
Amber hangs her head down, which gives him the chance to steal another look at the woman’s truly impressive chest. Amber doesn’t talk much about her life growing up in this town, but Rudolph has gleaned that she was somehow unpopular, which he finds impossible. Surely, such a beautiful woman with that kind of figure would have been the top prize in high school. If Rudolph’s experience was any indication, someone looking like Amber would have needed to keep a close eye on her drink at parties. The types of things he and his buddies got up to during his days of collegiate athletics… well, Amber would have been quite popular indeed. It’s surprising that she wasn’t. What a set of tits!
Amber takes a deep exhale, then raises her head.
“Understood, sir.” Her jaw clenches, and there is a steel in her gaze.
“Is there something wrong? Do you have a history with this man? I know you both grew up here.”
“I… we went to high school together, sir,” Amber admits.
“Ah,” Rudolph flashes a soft, reassuring smile. “Well, the old days are behind you both. Regardless of what happened, the important thing is that you are each competent, professional lawyers now. Decorum is, as ever, our watchword here. Is that going to be a problem for you, Amber?”
Rudolph tries to avoid watching her tits sway as she shakes her head.
“No. No, sir.”
“Atta girl,” Rudolph heaves his bulk out of his chair and moves toward the door. “Mr. Pierce will be at this evening’s staff party. I’m sensing that there is some tension between the two of you, but I hope tonight will be a chance for you to put yourself on the right track.”
Amber stands and offers her slender hand. Rudolph’s enormous, meaty paw engulfs it, and he pats her shoulder gently. She seems so fragile in this moment. Her composure, usually so carefully crafted, feels like it’s about to shatter.
“You’re still my number one girl, Amber,” he gives her a jovial wink. That seems to bolster her spirits. “Be a doll and send Kelsey in on your way out.”
“Yes, sir,” Amber says. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Rudolph lowers himself back into his chair. As he hears the door close, he begins to unfasten his belt. By the time his secretary, Kelsey Kimble enters, his pants are already around his ankles.
“How would you like me, sir?” Kelsey asks.
“On your back.” He grunts, his hand pumping away at his engorged member. Kelsey nods, hurrying to the large desk. She hikes her skirt up around her slender waist, revealing her lack of underwear before lying down on top of Rudolph’s desk. He stands, then lays his cock onto her pubic mound, enjoying the sight.
Kelsey Kimble came to the law firm four years ago, and proved herself to be a valuable asset. She had graduated from the local high school, although it was many years after Amber and this Pierce fellow must have. She was in the process of getting her associate’s degree from the nearby community college when she applied for a job in the mail room. She demonstrated a strong aptitude for office work, as well as a level of dedication that was uncommon among most people in this small town. Rudolph had noticed her work quickly, and once his previous secretary retired, decided to elevate her to the role. Now, at twenty-three, the petite blonde woman was more important to Rudolph than he cared to admit.
“Please, sir,” Kelsey said, affecting a soft desperation to her voice. “I need you inside me. Give me that big, manly cock. I can’t live without it!”
Rudolph rubs the head of his cock against her hole, then quickly shoves it inside of her, letting out a deep groan as he feels her warmth.
Things had been mostly professional between Kelsey and Rudolph at the beginning, although the older man was shameless about stealing the occasional glance at the younger woman’s lithe body. At one point, he began to wonder whether she was purposefully wearing revealing clothing to entice him, or if he was just being a lech. He enjoyed watching her bend over to pick things up, and he was glad that she seemed to find a great many reasons to do so.
Then Amber Brisk joined the firm.
"That's it, sir!" Kelsey whimpers. "I can feel you in my stomach. You feel so good inside me!"
Kelsey was roughly five feet tall, and Rudolph would have been surprised if she weighed even one hundred pounds, so she could not have been more different from Amber’s voluptuous form. But the more he looked at Amber, the more Kelsey seemed to present herself to him. It became a positive feedback loop where if he checked Amber out in Kelsey’s presence, he would catch his secretary doing something sexy almost immediately afterwards. He began to suspect that she was jealous of the older, more well-endowed woman. When Amber was around, Kelsey would be more provocative.
Rudolph was never shy about ogling women — a fact of which both his wife, Janice, and Bridget Mulroney regularly reminded him — so he was surprised to see the impact his glances at Amber’s body had on Kelsey. He’d check out the curvy woman’s cleavage, and Kelsey would ‘accidentally’ drop a pen, things like that. It was the first time in his life that Rudolph had ever felt like someone was competing for his attention.
He loved it.
Being a lineman on the football team in high school and college meant resigning himself to hard work that went almost entirely overlooked. The blockers only ever get noticed when they make mistakes, and since Rudolph was a talented player, that meant he never garnered much attention. Cheerleaders were always more interested in the quarterback and wide receivers. At the parties, he usually had to either wait for a cheerleader to get so drunk that she could easily be guided to a bedroom, or else find some homely wallflower who was even more desperate for attention than he was. So having an attractive young woman like Kelsey vying for him felt incredible. He had taken a step or two outside of his marriage before (always when traveling, of course), but for Kelsey he was willing to throw caution to the wind.
The first time he had used Kelsey was about a year ago. The two of them, along with Amber, had been working late. Preparing for trials is a laborious process, and after a while Amber had taken off her suit jacket, and even unbuttoned her dress shirt. Rudolph had seen Kelsey positively fume at the sight of the older woman’s ample breasts sticking out from her top. When the idea of picking up dinner was raised, Kelsey had been quick to make a suggestion.
“Those bags are always so heavy,” she had said, flipping her long, blonde hair. “I’m just too small to be able to carry them all the way up here from my car. Amber, you’re so much more… powerful. Do you think you could be the one to get the food?”
The hierarchy of the office was such that a secretary ought to have been quick to make a food run, especially when only a partner and junior partner were around, but Kelsey seemed to be trying to play on some insecurity or other of Amber’s.
It worked.
Amber’s face had gone bright red, and she had shyly acceded to the much younger woman’s request. Less than a minute after Amber had left, Kelsey pounced.
“What a stuck up bitch,” she had said to Rudolph. “We’re all working late, and she has the nerve to act like getting food is beneath her dignity.”
Rudolph had shrugged, not wanting to come between the two women.
“I mean it’s not hard. And her fat ass is certainly capable of carrying the bags. She looks like she could use the exercise.”
Rudolph’s eyebrows had raised at that remark. Amber wasn’t petite like Kelsey, but she was certainly not overweight. At over three hundred pounds, Rudolph knew about being heavy. Amber was simply curvaceous.
“And what’s more,” Kelsey had said, walking over to his side of the desk. “One of the founding partners of the firm is here, working so hard, and she hasn’t had the decency to offer him a blowjob.”
Kelsey had sunk to her knees, putting her hands on Rudolph’s thighs.
“Would you like a blowjob while we wait for that stupid cunt to get the food, sir?”
Rudolph was not a man who could turn down such an opportunity, so he quickly had Kelsey’s blonde hair wrapped around his fist as he guided her mouth up and down his shaft. Kelsey had only been twenty-one at the time, and he was thrilled to feel her eager young mouth. She had even licked his asshole, a pleasure that his wife only ever gave him on his birthday. He had soon reached his climax, holding the slender woman’s head down as he pumped her mouth full of his warm, gooey cum. He had just finished zipping his pants back up when Amber returned carrying bags of takeout.
“About time,” Kelsey had said scathingly, leaning casually on the desk and acting as if she had always been the one in charge. “I was beginning to think that you had eaten it all yourself!”
Amber had reddened, then apologized to Kelsey. The smirk on his secretary’s face made Rudolph thrill with excitement, which grew even more as he noticed that she still had a glob of his cum on the corner of her mouth.
From that day on, Kelsey had been eagerly sucking and fucking Rudolph whenever she saw Amber being either successful or looking sexy. She never quite said that she was doing it because of Amber, but Rudolph was an intelligent man who, despite being a bit oblivious every now and again about the nature of the fairer sex, could still decipher patterns. If he and Amber won a case at trial, he could expect Kelsey to blow him on the drive back from the courtroom. If Amber had a successful presentation to a client, Rudolph knew he would get a text from Kelsey telling him to meet her in the bathroom for a quickie. The junior partner even had one blouse in particular that accentuated her enormous tits so well that whenever Rudolph saw it, he knew that Kelsey would be letting him fuck her in the ass. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure out that Amber’s success and attractiveness were directly related to him getting his cock milked by his secretary, and he wasn’t about to disrupt that dynamic.
Kelsey had also begun taking every opportunity to talk badly about Amber in her presence. She would almost always make a comment about the woman’s weight, she always found a way to discredit her accomplishments, and she never let Amber celebrate a victory without some backhanded compliment to accompany it. No matter what Kelsey said, however, Amber just took it. It was as if she was incapable of sticking up for herself. Kelsey could say anything, and Amber would get red in the face, then be silent. Rudolph had begun to wander if there was anything she would actually respond to. What was it from Yeats? And how can body, laid in that white rush, but feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
Now, as he slams his thick cock deep inside Kelsey, he finds himself thinking about Amber’s concern with hiring Maxwell Pierce. There was clearly some history between the two of them, and it was putting Amber so out of sorts that she was actually willing to express her displeasure. That was uncommon. He endeavored to find out more.
“That’s it, sir,” Kelsey pants, rubbing her clit furiously. “Fuck me. Give me that fat fucking cock, baby. Fill me up with your huge dick!”
Rudolph leans down and wraps one of his huge mitts around Kelsey’s slender young throat, causing her to moan in ecstasy.
“Fuck yes!” Kelsey gasps. “Choke me, baby! Squeeze my god damn throat! Fuck, I love it!”
The twenty-three-year-old begins to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm washes over her. Despite their differences in age, size, and general attractiveness, Kelsey seems to genuinely enjoy having sex with Rudolph. He doesn’t know if it’s because she actually bears some kind of affection for him, or if she just likes to know that she’s fucking the most powerful man in the office and Amber isn’t, but he isn’t in a position to complain. His wife, Janice, for whom he bears a deep, abiding love, hasn’t been interested in sex for years, and he is thrilled to have such a sexy young secretary throw herself at him multiple times a week. He tries to remind himself that Kelsey is using him just as much as he is using her, but can’t help feeling his attachment to the young woman grow. If she asked him to leave Janice… but he doesn’t want to think about that. It’s not like it would ever happen anyway.
“Pump me full, baby,” Kelsey pleads, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling more of his gargantuan weight on top of her. “Cum inside of me. Cum for me, please, baby!”
His gaze meets hers, and he feels his heart racing. She looks so sincere, like she actually cares about him. He tries to tell himself that it isn’t real. That once he finishes, they’ll both go back to work and pretend nothing happened until the next time he gets a good look at Amber’s tits. That he is a fat old man who volunteers as a mall Santa, so he could never really get a woman this young and beautiful to actually love him. That he is a job opportunity for her, and she’s an opportunist. But he can’t quite get those thoughts to stick. She just looks so lovely. And she feels so warm and inviting.
“I’m going to cum,” he rasps, his breath labored.
“In me, baby,” Kelsey says, craning her neck and kissing him gently on the cheek. “In me. Please, baby, I need you.”
Rudolph slams his fat cock deep inside of Kelsey, then begins to blast his sperm inside her. He groans loudly as he floods the young woman with his seed. Her eyes roll back into her head as she shakes again, cumming at the feeling of his own pleasure.
As his pleasure subsides, it is replaced with the same self-loathing that always follows. He feels the way his huge gut presses against her slender body, and he wonders if she is disgusted with herself whenever she puts on her performances for him. He watches a drop of sweat fall from his forehead onto her neck, and he feels the pain of his own glutinous perversion wash over him. Janice has been by his side for over thirty years, and he betrays her every time this hot young secretary looks at him with that smile that makes him feel like he could actually have a chance. He hates that he loves this girl, and hates that he will be quick to fuck her again at the nearest opportunity.
“Mmmm,” Kelsey coos, kissing Rudolph’s cheek again. “I love feeling you cum inside me, sir.”
He looks down at her, and he tries desperately to see the mask. To see a crack in her facade that will confirm what he so profoundly believes. He is practically willing her to let her performance slip so that he can see the revulsion for him that he is certain she must feel. He is fifty-five years old, he is so fat that he hasn’t even bothered to weigh himself in years, and all four of his children are older than Kelsey is now. He was never anywhere close to this beautiful woman’s league, and his best days are so far gone that he can barely remember them. She must be playing with him, giving herself to him to secure her own job and give herself a sense of superiority over Amber. If she would just show him, then he could let himself be free of his cloying heart.
But her face remains the same. Kelsey looks up at Rudolph in a way that makes him feel so special. So loved. What an incredible actress she must be.
“You always feel so good,” he pants. He wipes his brow, pulling out of her.
“Thank you, sir,” she says. Kelsey pulls her panties off. “Could you maybe… keep these in your pocket until the staff party tonight? I want to feel your cum slide down my legs all afternoon.”
Rudolph is tempted to throw the panties in her face, tell her that he is ashamed of both himself and her, and tell her to pack her desk and find a new job. Instead, he takes the panties and slides them into his pocket before zipping his pants back up.
“Mmm, I love the idea of you carrying my underwear around for the rest of the day.” Kelsey says. She climbs off the desk, puts her tiny hand on his rotund chest, and stands on her toes to give him another kiss on the cheek. “Now back to work, you!”
She winks as she leaves the office. Rudolph slumps into his chair, wracked with guilt.
The rest of the day is slow. Rudolph busies himself with emails and case briefs, calls a few clients to discuss progress on their various projects, and even gives his oldest son a call. He and Janice moved to this small town after their youngest child left for college. The empty nest lifestyle never suited them, so they decided to start a new life in a new place. He began his firm with Bridget Mulroney, and Janice opened a small bookstore in the town square. It was the first time that she had been able to focus on a career, since they had gotten married as soon as Rudolph graduated college and had their first kid during law school. Janice was fulfilled, and his own career was satisfying too. He should have been able to be content. But Kelsey happened, and now he feels less secure about his life than ever before.
The staff party is held on the rooftop of the only nice restaurant in town. The evening is warm and the atmosphere is both friendly and professional. The food is not quite what it could be in a larger city, but it is easily the best on offer around here. People from all over the firm are gathered in various groups, chatting and sipping flutes of champagne. Every once in a while, someone is offered another glass by a waiter, and they glance around to see if having another drink would be too much, but then accept. Ours is not to wonder why, as Tennyson said.
Rudolph stands at the end of the roof, sipping scotch from a crystal highball. He looks across the town square, seeing Janice’s bookstore. Its lights are off, as his wife has closed for the day. She is busy with her book club tonight, but texted him a few minutes ago wishing him a pleasant evening.
“Someone might think you’re depressed,” a voice says from behind him.
Rudolph turns to see Bridget Mulroney, smiling in a way that makes her look even more threatening than usual. The forty-eight-year-old woman is an absolute shark, cunning and predatory in a way that Rudolph had never been able to master. She wears a lilac dress that clings to her curvy body seductively, but he knows that she is the very definition of a femme fatale.
“Nope,” Rudolph says, trying to affect his usual jovial expression. “Just enjoying the evening air.”
“Bullshit,” Bridget chuckles. “Something is on your mind.”
She sidles up to him, clinking her glass of dark red wine against his drink.
“It’s nothing, really,” he lies. “Just… well, Amber Brisk is concerned about the new hire.”
“Pierce?” Bridget scoffs. “She should be! He’s the best lawyer I’ve ever met. But having a little competition will keep her from getting too comfortable. You coddle her, Rudy.”
“She’s never lost a case,” Rudolph shrugs. “She’s the best lawyer I’ve ever met, so I give her the leeway she’s earned.”
“Well, if we ever want to move beyond this podunk town into a real city, we’ll need more than just one prospective partner.” Bridget sips her wine.
Bridget points across the roof. Amber stands next to a very tall man, speaking animatedly. She wears a sky blue dress, so tight that it perfectly hugs her immaculate body, making Rudolph’s cock throb with desire. She appears upset, but the man only has a confident smile on his face. His slate gray suit appears to be perfectly tailored, accentuating his athletic frame.
“Two killers to mold,” Bridget says. “One for you, and one for me.”
Rudolph isn’t sure if Amber is ever going to become a ‘killer,’ or if he’d be the one to make her into one in the first place. His style of law is strong and capable, but built on the fortification of the facts. He is a lineman, after all. Strength has always been his greatest attribute, but he is a castle wall, not a sledgehammer.
“That’s Pierce?” Rudolph asks.
“Handsome, isn’t he?” Bridget smirks. “I think I may have to take him on a ‘business retreat’ or two, just him and me. Really solidify our bond, you know?”
Rudolph fakes a laugh. "Worried what your husband will say?"
“Oh?” Bridget asks. “You mean you haven’t been taking some liberties with Amber? That girl’s tits make Jessica Rabbit look flat. I figured all those late nights prepping for trial would have gotten you some satisfaction.”
“You think that poorly of me?” Rudolph takes a gulp from his scotch.
“Poorly?! Rudy, we are partners. Co-conspirators in our quest for domination of this worthless little town. I want you to enjoy the act of conquering, and I’m sure that Ms. Brisk would be quite enjoyable to conquer. Or are you only interested in Kelsey?”
Rudolph splutters, spraying scotch across the roof.
“Oh, did you think that was a secret?” Bridget laughs maliciously. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Rudy. Janice is a lovely woman, but a man of your station in life deserves a dalliance or two. You raised four successful children, made millions as a lawyer in the city, and now you’re staking your claim elsewhere. Ambition and monogamy do not pair well together. And Kelsey is a hot piece of ass. Amber and Kelsey together? It’s got to be the ultimate fantasy for a red-blooded man like you.”
Bridget presses her body close to his. He can feel her large breast against his arm. She leans her head towards his ear.
“Don’t you want to watch Kelsey lick your cum off Amber’s chest? Hell, Rudy, I’d love to see that! They both look like different genres of porn star: the busty milf and the teen slut of whatever. You can have them both. Probably at the same time if you want. The whole point of gaining power is using it, my friend.”
"And if we misuse that power? Shouldn't we have some kind of responsibility to these people?"
"If that's how you truly feel, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din." Bridget chuckles.
"Poetry is supposed to be my thing," Rudolph answers wryly.
"You don't get a monopoly on poems, cases, money, power, or hot ass," Bridget replies. "Speaking of which..."
Kelsey approaches from a distance. She wears a slinky golden dress that leaves virtually nothing to the imagination. Rudolph’s cock throbs as he watches her saunter towards them. He reaches into his pocket and squeezes the panties Kelsey gave him a few hours ago.
“What are you two doing all the way back here?” Kelsey asks playfully.
“Scheming and plotting,” Bridget says with an evil grin. “What we’re best at.”
“I’m not so sure,” Kelsey says, giving Rudolph a seductive smile. “Mr. Bannon has a great many talents.”
“I’m sure he does,” Bridget says. “What do you think of Maxwell Pierce?”
“The new hire? He doesn’t seem to have changed at all since he was here last.”
“Did you know him?” Rudolph asks, sipping his drink and trying to affect an air of casual calm. Inside, his heart is racing. If Bridget knows about his relationship with Kelsey, then who else knows? How soon before someone tries to use it against him?
“Of course not,” Kelsey shakes her head, making her blonde hair shimmer in the light. “I was ten years younger than him. But everyone knew about the All-American. A star quarterback in a small town may as well be a god, and Max Pierce was notorious for taking full advantage of his power.”
“Well,” Bridget says coyly. “What’s the point of power if you don’t take advantage of it, am I right?”
Kelsey smiles softly.
“In any case, Amber Brisk looks like she squeezed herself into a sausage casing to make a good impression on him. She’s practically bursting the seams of that dress!”
“Spoken like a flat-chested toothpick,” Bridget mocks. “Your vitriol for the girl does you no favors, sweetie. She’s the hottest woman here by a mile, and while you may be second, you’re still a long way off from Amber. The woman oozes sex appeal.”
Kelsey’s mouth hangs open at the insult. Her entire body is vibrating with a fury that Rudolph has never seen from her before.
“I… she… you can’t…”
“Can’t?” Bridget’s voice becomes quiet, but gains an edge that Rudolph has rarely heard before. “Are you sure that you want to tell me what I can’t do, you little slut? Don’t forget that you only have this job because Mr. Bannon and I allow you to. If we wanted, we could put you out on your skinny little ass, then make sure no reputable company within driving distance would hire you. You’d be lucky to find yourself making lattes and sucking off the cashier for his extra tip money.”
Kelsey’s body is rigid. She glances at Rudolph, looking for something. He stands there, unsure of how to act, but not willing to go against his partner. Besides, he feels confident that Kelsey is using him for her own selfish reasons, so why should he intervene?
“Let’s be very clear about your value to this firm,” Bridget says, putting a hand on Kelsey’s shoulder. To the average partygoer, the conversation likely looks innocent enough, but Rudolph can see the way Bridget’s nails are digging into Kelsey, and the pained expression on the young woman’s face. “You, my dear, are Mr. Bannon’s cum rag. He uses you to mop up his jizz while he imagines that you’re actually Amber. Once he’s done with you, we have you answer phones and manage his schedule until he’s ready for you again. But anyone can answer phones. You have worth here insofar as you perform your duty as his spunk sponge. If you ever decide to stop being a good little sponge, I’m afraid that you’ll find yourself in need of a new job.”
The expression on Kelsey’s face transforms from one of physical pain to one of deep emotional distress. She looks at Rudolph, tears brimming in her perfectly blue eyes. She looks betrayed. But Rudolph reminds himself that she can’t possibly have borne any real affection for him. It’s all been an act. And now there’s no need to keep pretending.
“Would you like a chance to amend your statement, Ms. Kimble?” Bridget asks with cold cruelty.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Go ahead.”
“I… I am a flat-chested toothpick, and…Amber is the h-hottest woman here by a mile.” Kelsey whispers.
“What else?”
“I…” tears flow down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run. “I’m Mr. Bannon’s cum rag. He uses me to jerk off while he thinks about… while he thinks about A-Amber.”
“Atta girl,” Bridget laughs. She turns and pats Rudolph on the shoulder. “Enjoy the party, Rudy. Maybe try to take it easy on Max tonight. He, at least, deserves to be treated well at this firm.”
She saunters off, leaving Kelsey shaking and crying. Because of their position at the back of the roof, the rest of the people at the party can only see Kelsey’s back.
“I…” Rudolph starts.
“I knew that you didn’t really like me,” Kelsey says softly. “I see the way you look at Amber. Sometimes, I could almost trick myself into thinking that you were looking at me like that too, but...whenever you finish you mostly just look angry that I’m not actually her.”
“Kelsey, I-“
“I guess it’s probably my fault for being so naive,” she wipes her eyes, looking up at Rudolph with an expression he struggles to recognize. “I should have known that you would never feel the same way I feel about you. I… I never expected you to leave your wife for me. Hell, I never even let my mind go to calling myself your mistress. I… I suppose I just thought I was a little bit more than a cum rag.”
“That’s not…”
“It’s okay, sir,” Kelsey says. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and then smiles up at him. “Mrs. Mulroney is right: I’m lucky to be your cum rag. I’m going to be the best cum rag possible. If you’d like, sir, we can go downstairs into the men’s bathroom and you can shove your cock up my ass. Would that be good for you?”
Rudolph thinks that he should probably try to explain, or apologize, or even just fire her so she doesn’t have to keep up this charade. He wonders if she might actually mean what she said about her feelings for him, and if he had read this situation entirely wrong. And he wonders if it really matters what she feels, since he has his wife and children to consider. It would likely be the best thing to simply stop.
But he can’t.
“That would… yes, I’d like that.”
“You want to fuck me?”
“I do. Do you want to fuck me?”
Kelsey pauses to consider the question.
“It’s odd,” she says. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever asked me that. I suppose that should really be the surest sign of all that I was a misguided little idiot. I couldn’t have been more of a fool if I had written ‘Mrs. Kelsey Bannon’ a dozen times in a frilly pink diary, could I?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Rudolph asks again. All of a sudden, the only thing that seems to matter to him is the answer to this question. He’d stop the whole world if it would get him an answer to this one question.
“I want to be the best cum rag possible.” Kelsey says coldly. Then she begins to walk towards the rooftop stairs. Rudolph can’t help but appreciate the view of her lithe little ass as she walks. He feels like he’s breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, but before he can register a thought, his feet start to move, carrying him towards the same place Kelsey is going.
The walk down the stairs feels like a descent into a new level of depravity for Rudolph. Before, he was just a feckless old pervert who thought his sexy secretary was using his power to make herself feel more important. Now it feels like he’s the one using her. He feels shame. Disgust. Regret.
But his feet keep moving.
“You know, I started to try memorizing poetry, because I know how much you enjoy it. I was going to recite one for you tonight. I thought it would make you happy. ‘Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.’ Now I know why Emily Dickinson stuck her head in an oven.”
Rudolph feels his stomach contort in a pang of despair. Has he ruined his relationship with this beautiful woman? Does he have a chance to salvage it? Would the answers to either of those questions actually change anything?
Kelsey grabs his hand and pulls him from the stairwell towards the restrooms. Her eyes burn with an intensity that makes him slightly afraid, but also very aroused, much to his shame.
“Would you like me to lube your cock up with my mouth, or would you prefer to go in rough and raw?” She asks casually, pushing the door to the men’s bathroom open. “I know your cock is fat as a god damn baseball bat, but a good cum rag like me needs to be able t-“
On the floor of the men’s bathroom, Rudolph sees a pair of expensive slate gray slacks. These are far more elegant than his Joseph A. Bank suit. These look to be Giorgio Armani. Beside the pants lies an elegant sky blue dress. The pants are pooled around the ankles of Maxwell Pierce. The dress is being knelt on by Amber Brisk. Max’s thick, rock hard cock is halfway down Amber’s throat, and her enormous breasts are drenched in a combination of his precum and her own slobber.
“Oh my goodness!” Amber Brisk cries. “Rud- Mr. Bannon! It’s not what it looks like!”
“Oh, you’re Mr. Bannon?” Max asks with a winning smile. He extends a hand. “Max Pierce, pleased to meet you. I look forward to working closely with you, sir. If you give me five minutes, we’ll finish up in here and then you two can have the room. We’re old high school sweethearts, just catching up after a few years apart.”