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“You just like her because she’s mousy.” my friend Erin in IT said while we ate lunch. “I don’t think she’s attractive at all.”
I laughed, “I mean, I do dig the pouty lips and fake innocence…”
Erin laughed, “Pouty? Ugh she’s a straight up bitch. I can’t see why you can’t see that.”
Erin wasn’t wrong. Jess was insufferable. We had been talking about the new secretary all lunch time. Jess had just started last week and had alienated the entire IT department, sales and advertising.
As I chewed a pepper in my salad, I considered what I did see in her. She was 26 with long blonde highlighted hair and always had her makeup on point. Her body was petite and tanned. “I just get a deeper vibe from her. I don’t know. I guess it’s hard to explain. Like she’s toxic, but just a few years ago she glowed up.” I said.
Erin rolled her eyes, “oh God, already stalked her online? Let me guess, sweet and innocent looking before she learned how to dress and show skin?”
I laughed, “Well, sort of… I don’t know…” it was true, the girl in her posts didn’t have highlights or tanned skin. She had glasses and her hair had split ends. Now, all her posts were model shots with a frown or duck face.
Erin rolled her eyes again, “so she glowed up to become a bitch and a slut. That’s not something positive.”
The phone paging system sounded. “Christopher, please call the front desk.” then an audible slam of the phone on the other end. I was Jess
“speak of the devil! Your princess, Christopher” said Erin as she she put a heavy emphasis on Christopher, knowing saying my full name annoyed me.
It wasn’t even the end of lunch, so I ignored it. And then another page “attention, Christopher, call the front desk. C-h-r-i-s-t-o-p-h-e-r.” she spelled it out and let out an exasperated sound before she slammed the phone down.
“what the fuck, Jesus…” I picked up the phone and dialed.
Jess answered in an uninterested tone, “Yeah so I have a client that keeps calling and I’m not dealing with this. It’s not my job to keep taking messages. Ugh.”
Erin laughed next to me. But i answered, “you are the receptionist, that is literally your job.”
“shush,” she said, “I sent them to your voice mail. Have fun.” and she hung up.
“shush?” I said. “oh my God. What the actual fuck.”
Erin laughed again. She’s going to set a record for HR complaints. But at least she’s cute and mousy! “
“She’s considerably less cute than 5 minutes ago. “
I walked back to my desk near the front. In our marketing company, I was in creative and worked on a few accounts. I listened to my voice mails and the client Jess had called about had indeed called.
“hi Chris, I called earlier just to leave a message but that new secretary hung up on me. Twice. I’m not sure what’s up with that. Anyways, no emergency, just checking on some TV spots. Call me back.”
I was exasperated. I came out to the front desk after calling back. Jess was flipping through her phone with a bored look on her face. Her long nails tapped the screen.
“Jess,” I said with no filter, “I just got off the phone with AXT insurance and they said you hung up on them… Twice.”
She didn’t even look up, “Shush, he was annoying me.” she tossed her hair and chewed on her gum. “I don’t get why you’re mad at me, Christopher.”
“it’s Chris, I told you I don’t like Christopher. Please don’t do that to customers anymore. They keep the lights on here.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to her phone. “whatever, OK Chris.” her over emphasis on the “Chris” was obnoxious.
But, watching her long nails tap her phone also intrigued me. Ugh how I wish I could just hate her. She was so useless and I had just spent valuable time apologizing to a client. Because of her. But I kept going back to her profile Pic. The one just 2 years ago with a French braid and laughing eyes. Her makeup was minimal and she was holding her son, as he looked up at her.
I spoke up, “next time I’ll send the complaint on to Jack in management. I’m Otele Gelen Escort serious, I’m not going to spend time apologizing for you being rude.”
She laughed at something on her phone and then reapplied her lipstick. Then took a selfie catching the light from the lobby. I walked away back to my office more pissed than before.
I sat in my office and then pulled up her profile on my phone. It was infuriating to see the pic of her duck lips from 5 minutes ago when I was trying to talk to her. But something… Ugh I hated it. Those lips in the pic drove me nuts. I scanned through her recent ones. One out at a winery with that same monotone look. Her lips were apart and her head looked out at the background. I knew it was just posing. She was trying to look a certain way, project success. She had another Pic in high heels showing her long skinny tanned legs getting out of a black Mercedes. Another with a bottle of Ciroc and club lights all around as she looked up at the camera showing the contours of her chest.
Everything about her made me angry and hard at the same time. Her pouty lips, that flat non smile, her highlights, her… Fakeness. I couldn’t explain it. I just wanted to… I didn’t know. She was petulant and intriguing all at the same time. Locked my door and jerked off to her pics. Angry at myself and intoxicated with her.
The rest of the week was much the same. I’m not even sure how she continued to have a job. I wasn’t the only person she was pissing off. And she couldn’t play the pouty card with others. She left every day in her Uber, always the XL, a Mercedes or Lexus. Every day she came in with her fake lashes and fresh from salon hair.
Friday was the night I went out with Erin and a few work friends for drinks. All single and all in our late 20s, we treated ourselves on Friday after the chaos of marketing.
We went to a local hipster bar down the street from work. The food was pricy but the drinks were amazing. Erin was telling Matt and Kyle about Jess’ newest fuck up.
“She called me up to say someone wanted to see me, didn’t ask their name, and hung up. I came out and looked all over and no one was there. Apparently it was for Aaron in billing and it was an emergency about his wife. She is so fucking dumb.” Erin tossed back a shot.
It wasn’t untrue. We all agreed. Erin took another sip, “if that bitch gets my name wrong again, I will mess up that pouty face… “
We all laughed and talked until it was just me. I had forgot to set up an Uber so I was the last. I tossed back the last of my beer and signed the receipt when I saw Jess come in and rush with her high heels to a booth in the back. She wore what she had that day at work. I looked over and she was with an older guy in an expensive suit. She laughed and sat with him, playing with his tie, putting fingers through his grey hair. He had a gift bag on the table which she opened to reveal a new purse. It didn’t take me long to realize she was a sugar baby. He was a solid 50 years older and I looked the other way as they left a few minutes later.
A millions thoughts went through my head. Why had I given a thought to this person? It was all a facade to make money off of older guys. I shook my head and left when I thought I wouldn’t have to run into them.
When I left and was checking for an Uber, I looked at the outside bench and saw Jess sitting there, tears streaming through her makeup. She didn’t have her phone or the new purse. She just sat there crying.
I hesitated. I didn’t see the older man around. Then I noticed a black Mercedes open its door.
“its over, you fucking whore. No more phone or credit cards or hair. You won’t do what I say, go fuck yourself.” it was the old man from inside. Two other girls were in the car. These two were clearly prostitutes. Short cheap skirts and heels and heavy makeup
As the car drove off I came over and said her name. “Jess, are you OK?”
She was crying harder than before. “yeah, just Balgat Escort great.”
I sat next to her and didn’t know what to do. She was a mess and somehow I knew he had taken her phone.
“let me get you a ride home.” I checked for an Uber. “where do you live?”
The obnoxious, rude woman who wouldn’t give anyone the time of day shook her head and kept crying. She was broken. “Charles Heights.” I looked at her perplexed. That was the projects. Low income housing mostly single moms, old people and addicts.
Jess never looked so ugly as when she was crying. And she didn’t seem to care who saw her. She wasn’t even that concerned I was there. The Uber came a few minutes later and I got in with her. She kept crying, wrapping herself in a hoodie. I didn’t say a word to her.
When we got there she ran out of the car and I followed. She grabbed her keys outside her apartment, which looked more like a motel. There were bars on the one window and no adornment outside. “you can come in if you want. Let me pay you for the Uber.”
The apartment was small and cozy. Her son’s toddler bed in one corner and the babysitter on the couch which must have doubled for her bed. She paid the older woman and thanked her and as she left. She took up her son in her arms. The tears started again. Pouring out.
When facades are ripped away, I suppose there are two ways to react. Either to deny it and pretend everything is the same or just own it. I was surprised it was the latter.
“That guy was Charles, he’s been my sugar daddy for the last 6 months. He paid for everything…” she said.
She wiped off her streaming makeup and sighed. “I’m so fucking fake. Everything.”
“Charles took your phone?” I said.
“he paid for it. Hair, tanning, clothes, bags. I thought…. Thought everything was good. Then he wanted me to go back home with 2 call girls… That’s not what I wanted.”
She sniffed and blew her nose, “why are you here? I’m such a bitch to you. To everyone at work.”
Why was I there? I looked around. Everything was hand me down and thrift store. And it bespoke the woman in the photos from a few years ago, not the cover girl.
“I… I thought that you were hiding something. Who you really were. Like… Pretending to be this gorgeous perfect picture. A facade.” I said.
Her hair was everywhere. Her contour on her face was all screwed up. “so perfect, you’re right. That’s what Charles wanted. I have a friend that did that, got me set up with Charles. I’ve never… Chris, you can leave, I’m sorry. I’m not worth being around. I really am an awful person.”
I sat closer to her on the couch. “I sort of stalked you online and I knew this wasn’t you. You had pictures of your son, your family. Goofy pictures. Even had your roots showing. And…. Somehow I knew that was you.”
She melted and leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. And taking a few deep breaths cried again. I got comfortable and let her rest. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep. I let her lay down on the couch and found a blanket to put on her. Then lay on the opposite couch.
I watched her for a while before walking around to turn off the lights. Nothing about her place portrayed the sugar baby personal. She had pictures all over of her son, who now looked about 4. Pictures of her family, friends from high school and a photo of her in a marching band uniform holding a flute with coke bottle glasses on. I sat and pondered everything I had learned and how to put it in perspective with the woman lying across from me.
Saturday morning came with me rolling awake and Jess in the kitchen with her son, Aiden, making pancakes. She had showered, her hair was wet and plastered down and no makeup to be seen. I watched her with her son and came to the conclusion that this was who she truly was. Not the goofy child in the pictures not the polished prima Donna of the office. But as a caretaker. Tickling him, singing, dancing by the table.
She caught me watching Büyükesat Escort her sing with a spatula as a microphone. “Shush. I never said I could sing. Do you want breakfast? Coffee?”
“Definitely coffee.” I said.
The doorbell rang and she hurried to get Aiden’s coat on. The same lady from last night came in. “ready for football love?”
When she closed the door, she came over to me and my coffee and nestled her head on my shoulder. I could smell the fresh scent and the moisture. “secretary, mom and sex worker. Tell me you don’t want this dumpster fire from Charles Heights.”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “I mean, even when you almost lost a client haha. I did way back then. But… I’m glad I was right.”
“yeah, I don’t know why you’re here. I’m such a mess.” she said flatly.
I laughed but now I was looking in her eyes. Sweet brown, no makeup, no fake mess. No attempts to tease or confuse. “a beautiful mess.”
“Don’t get me crying again. No one thinks this version of me is beautiful. Face isn’t even contoured.” she said and turned her face away.
I traced the lines of her face, her soft fresh smelling skin. Then kissed her cheek then her lips.
She looked around scared. “Chris. I’m not a slut. Charles never… I mean. He would bring me home and I’d… Help him get off but… I said no to him having 2 girls… I’m not an awful person.”
“I know, Jess.” I said.
Jess shook her head, “why do you know though? ugh. You’re so friggen impossible. You should hate me.”
She kissed back though, deep sweet coffee kisses. I lay her down and kissed her cheek, her neck. Playing with her hair, looking in her eyes. “God, you are beautiful.”
“shush. Keep going.” she whispered.
I kissed down her pajama top unbotton and softly kissing her small soft breasts. Each was tipped with red full nipples. She pushed my head in as I kissed. But she was pushing it lower. Her pierced tiny belly. Then she shifted her pj bottoms off and pushed my head. She put her legs around my head as I sank my mouth in. Her pussy was waxed, I kissed from her inner thighs to her clit. It was oblong, and again, pierced. I sucked on it, flicked it and she jerked her whole body in response.
“fuck!!!!” she jerked as I spread her pink lips apart and slide my tongue in as far as it would go while running her clit between my fingers.
She screamed and squeezed her legs around me hard as I fingered her hard. She squeezed and pushed till she lost it.
“ugh Jesus christ, fuck me already.” she yelled.
She got up and went on top of me, sliding down on my cock. Screaming when I filled her up. Then grinded on me, her wet hair everywhere.
“fuck, oh my God. Ugh you wanted this. Ugh it’s all your Chris.” Jess grinded her clit down as I pushed up, getting in a circle ular motion. It hit my cock just right.
“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, can I fill you up? ” I grunted.
“God yes, I have an IUD.” I felt her tits it my hands, then guided her hips over the perfect spot then lost control as her pussy clenched and my cock exploded.
“fuck. Mommy.” I moaned.
She collapsed. Sweat pouring over her body. I kissed her. She lay on her back.
I reached and filled her pussy with my finger, then two, teasing. Then asked her to put that ass in the air. She smiled and acquiesced, I got behind her standing up and slide my cock in her ass.
“oh God.. Oooooo” she was surprised but reached down to rub her clit as I pound inside her ass. I grabbed her hair in my hands, firmly pulled it as I fucked her.
“you are such a bitch at work. I wanted to fuck that out of you so bad.” I grunted.
“Shush.” she barely got out.
I pulled her hair hard and went deeper slapping her ass.
“so fucking sick of you saying shush.” I put a finger in her mouth as I pounded. Faster slamming, my balls slapping against her.
She laughed, “ugh ill be your good girl love.”
I lay her down and jerked off over her tits. Feeling cum and everything all over both of us. I jerked hard and left pearls of cum all over her small tits.
I collapsed on top of her. Sweat pouring. My cock throbbing.
“I can’t stop being a bitch at work. I do want to be punished just like that.” she kissed my nose and lips.”
“how about we work on you not losing your job first haha. We can pretend your a bitch and I’ll punish you either way.”
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