Lost Between Her Thighs

Aubrey did not expect to get entangled in a period when her life was falling apart, but this morning will change the trajectory of her life forever. She hastened around her living room, gathering her belongings for another chaotic day at the office. Her roommate, Danielle, emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of oatmeal in one hand and a headphone wrapped around her neck. "Girl, you're always rushing out of the house," Danielle said, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure people are already at the office, or do you want to be the one opening the office building for them?" Aubrey ignored Danielle's teasing, her focus fixed on finding her car keys. "I don't blame you, Danielle. You think everyone is like you, a remote worker, doing data analysis all day?" Aubrey quipped, her voice laced with sarcasm. With her keys finally in hand, Aubrey hastened out the door, Danielle's laughter echoing behind her. Something seemed off when Aubrey got to work that morning. Maybe it was the energy, but she could not just place her hands on it. Jasmine, Aubrey's assistant for three years, rushed forward to brief her about her meeting and activities as usual. As they navigated the bustling hallway, Jasmine briefed Aubrey on the latest office gossip. "Ma'am, there are rumours of downsizing happening soon. The CEO is around, and she's asking all executive and management staff to meet in her office." Aubrey's expression remained sceptical. "She's quite early, and just because it's unusual doesn't mean there's downsizing. Why are you people always hoping for bad things?" Jasmine's voice took on a defensive tone. "Ma'am, you know, there's some truth in every rumour. I got this from a reliable source." Aubrey's response was firm but gentle. "Reliable source? Jasmine, are you now a gossip lover? Please take my bags to my office. Let me find out what this meeting is about. I've told you to desist from office gossip, but do you ever listen to me?" As they parted ways, Aubrey headed toward the CEO's office, a sense of trepidation building in her chest. The CEO, Ms Thompson, stood at the head of the conference table, her expression sombre. "There's no need to waste anyone's time. You're each team lead, and that's why you're here. We've been bleeding financially for six months, and if we continue this way, we'll drive the company to the ground." Aubrey's eyes widened as she processed the CEO's words. "This was a tough decision from HQ, but we'll shut down operations in Chicago. The economy is biting hard on everyone, overhead, and operational costs are getting too high, and the business can no longer stand on its feet." The room erupted into a chorus of distressed murmurs and frowns. Aubrey felt a pang of disappointment, her mind racing with the implications of the announcement. It was 9:00 am in Mexico, and a young and handsome engineer, Ethan, stood outside the office of the influential businesswoman, Patricia. He had been trying to secure a contract with her company for months to execute some projects for the Mexican government, but she had been stringing him along. As he entered her office, Patricia looked up from her computer, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Ethan, I think you don't want this contract. This is not America. We are in Mexico, and if you want to join this caucus and be a part of this project, you will do as I say. I own this town, and the government trusts my recommendation. Mrs. Smith, Ethan began. We have been going over this for months, and you testified that my track record can speak for itself, and I only clean jobs. Patricia, laughing with her hands placed on her chest, said, “Me, Mrs. Smith. Ethan, I have told you too many times to call me Patricia. I am Patricia to you”. Then she paused, adjusted her blouse to reveal her breasts, and said, “Let's start by addressing me properly, and Maybe I will listen to you” Ethan cleared his throat, and his eyes narrowed, his instincts warning him that something was off. He adjusts his shirt in retreat to close up any flesh that may be visible and perhaps send the wrong message that he may be sending signals and trying to seduce Patricia. Then, shaky, he began by saying, “Mrs Sorry Patricia, I am ready to do business with you. I understand how these things are done. Tell me how many per cent you want, and we can take it from there”. Patricia's smile grew wider as she walked around her desk, her eyes locked on Ethan's. "I don't want a cut, Ethan. I want you. We would have concluded this contract long ago if you had yielded to my demands." Ethan's face burned with anger and humiliation as Patricia's words hung in the air. He knew he had to make a choice: compromise his values or risk losing the contract. “Ethan, you know what I want. I want you.” Mrs Smith said, her words cutting deep into Ethan’s thoughts. “we would have concluded this contract a long time ago if you had yielded to my demands. I am not asking for too much. Let us just give each other a good time. I rub your back, and you give me orgasm”. She continued, licking her lips like the devil who wants to consume a fresh soul. Then she reaches down to his crutch with her other hand. He reacts in shock but stands in the same position. With her hand still working on the crutch, she leans and whispers into his ear, making her voice sexy, “How big are you down there? When last did someone give you pleasure? Let me give you pleasure, Ethan”. Ethan begins to moan softly. Taking a step back, he uses his hand to push away documents from her table in one sweep, lifts her, places her on the table, and begins to kiss her. As she struggles to remove his shirt, he inserts his hands into her skirt and pulls out her pants, then begins to finger her. With her eyes closed and head thrown back, she removes his belt and massages his shaft to life. It took some effort, but it responded and became firm and hard. When Ethan sensed that she was wet enough, he inserted himself into her wet thighs and thrust with a wave of anger and uninterest that one would know that this was a task and not lovemaking. She screamed as she climaxed, and Ethan quickly put his hand over her mouth to stop her from alerting the whole office of their activity. Ethan buttoned up his shirt, his mind reeling with anger and humiliation. The wealthy businesswoman, Patricia, sat at her desk, signing the contract with a flourish. She didn't even bother to look up at him. "You're to meet me at the The Pearl Hotel in Santa Fe on Wednesday evening at 4 pm," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "After work, I'll need your services again." Ethan's hands trembled with rage as he tucked his shirt into his trousers. "What do you mean by needing my services again?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Patricia, I'm not a toy. This isn't my job. I'm an engineer, for God's sake. I'm good at my job and didn't sign up to be treated like a plaything." He grabbed his tie and began to walk out the door, but Patricia's words stopped him cold. "If you walk out that door, you can say goodbye to this contract and any contract in the future," she said, her eyes glinting with malice. Ethan's heart sank. He knew he couldn't afford to lose this contract. He needed the money to pay for his friend's rehab. "I signed only 70% of your total sum," Patricia continued, "and if I know this business well, that's how much it will cost you to execute at most 65% of the contract. You'll have to raise the remaining to finish the project, and your balance of 30% is with me. If you don't do as I say, I'll ruin your reputation, and no government in the US or even Mexico will find you worthy to work with." "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Patricia's eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, Ethan thought he saw a glimmer of something almost like kindness. "I've told you my price," she said, her voice low and husky. "It's you I want. The Pearl Hotel, 4 pm, Wednesday. Don't be late." Ethan stood there, frozen in shock and humiliation. Patricia went back to her computer, ignoring him. After what felt like an eternity, Ethan sighed and walked out of the office, feeling like he'd just sold his soul to the devil.