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on the bed, hiding her face in her hands.
“Report to Glen in the morning,” he said softly. “Goodbye Nicole.”
And then he was gone. She squealed to herself and began writhing in excitement.
“Yes!” Nicole stood up and held her fists in the air, shook them at the heavens. “I did it!”
She lay back in bed pondering the phone call. When you thought about it, Red Jameson calling her was about the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. There was absolutely no reason for him to do it. His time was so valuable. Why did he make the call himself? Did he do that with all the new interns and employees?
She wanted to find out.
But first, she thought of his voice. She thought of his dark eyes. The way he said her name. It was a shock to realize how wet she was after simply being on the phone with him. Nicole had never considered herself to be a very sexual person. In fact, she didn’t masturbate all that much. When Danielle had first moved in, she’d joked about all of her dildos and vibrators and had been shocked when Nicole revealed she didn’t own any.
“Don’t you ever get yourself off?” Danielle had asked.
“Sometimes. I just…use my hand.”
“And how often do you do that?”
“I don’t know. A few times a year.”
Danielle had been awestruck by that admission. “A few times a year ? A fucking year?”
Nicole hadn’t been joking about her sexual proclivities. She didn’t think of herself as a prude, she didn’t have a problem with premarital sex or anything. She just wasn’t that into it all. She’d had sex with only two boys in her life. One had been her high school boyfriend, Tim, who she’d dated for almost four years.
The second had been Alec, a guy she’d only been on a handful of dates with her senior year of college.
In both cases, the sex itself had been forgettable; neither bad nor good. She certainly hadn’t achieved orgasm, another fact that Danielle found incomprehensible.
But lying in bed nude, after hearing the best news of her life and speaking with a powerful man that she practically worshipped—Nicole found herself incredibly turned on.
To say this was a rare occurrence would have been an understatement.
And she was so wet. Her fingers traced around the edges of her pussy, the lips, so soft and tender and sensitive. She closed her eyes and heard his voice again.
Nicole.
The way he’d looked her up and down when she was in his office, as if evaluating her down to the last cell. In the end, he clearly didn’t find her disgusting. How then, should she take his evaluating gaze? How then, should she interpret this private phone call?
She dug her two fingers slowly into the moist crevice of herself, slowly penetrating the layers of flesh, going inside. She was pulsing with heat and excitement. For him. For Red. For the only man that had ever made her this hot.
After only a few minutes of slow masturbation, she came violently, her hips swinging into the air. She could see her pelvis in the full-length mirror across from her.
Saw her buttocks lifting upwards, her skin slick with sweat as her hand rubbed her clitoris.
Oh god, she thought. What have I gotten myself into?
***
“Good to see you,” Glen Goldman said when she arrived the next morning at nine o’clock. He checked his watch. “From now on, please come in by eight o’clock. If possible, seven thirty.”
“Absolutely! I didn’t know—“
He smiled and blinked. “It’s fine. First day and all.”
“Mister Jameson didn’t tell me what time I should arrive,” she said.
Glen stopped blinking entirely. Which seemed to be a sign that something was truly amiss. “Mr. Jameson?”
“Yes.” She shouldered her purse nervously.
“Why would he have told you what time to arrive?”
“Because he called me to tell me I had the job.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling like she was walking into quicksand.
Glen’s expression seemed to harden a little.
“Report to Glen in the morning,” he said softly. “Goodbye Nicole.”
And then he was gone. She squealed to herself and began writhing in excitement.
“Yes!” Nicole stood up and held her fists in the air, shook them at the heavens. “I did it!”
She lay back in bed pondering the phone call. When you thought about it, Red Jameson calling her was about the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. There was absolutely no reason for him to do it. His time was so valuable. Why did he make the call himself? Did he do that with all the new interns and employees?
She wanted to find out.
But first, she thought of his voice. She thought of his dark eyes. The way he said her name. It was a shock to realize how wet she was after simply being on the phone with him. Nicole had never considered herself to be a very sexual person. In fact, she didn’t masturbate all that much. When Danielle had first moved in, she’d joked about all of her dildos and vibrators and had been shocked when Nicole revealed she didn’t own any.
“Don’t you ever get yourself off?” Danielle had asked.
“Sometimes. I just…use my hand.”
“And how often do you do that?”
“I don’t know. A few times a year.”
Danielle had been awestruck by that admission. “A few times a year ? A fucking year?”
Nicole hadn’t been joking about her sexual proclivities. She didn’t think of herself as a prude, she didn’t have a problem with premarital sex or anything. She just wasn’t that into it all. She’d had sex with only two boys in her life. One had been her high school boyfriend, Tim, who she’d dated for almost four years.
The second had been Alec, a guy she’d only been on a handful of dates with her senior year of college.
In both cases, the sex itself had been forgettable; neither bad nor good. She certainly hadn’t achieved orgasm, another fact that Danielle found incomprehensible.
But lying in bed nude, after hearing the best news of her life and speaking with a powerful man that she practically worshipped—Nicole found herself incredibly turned on.
To say this was a rare occurrence would have been an understatement.
And she was so wet. Her fingers traced around the edges of her pussy, the lips, so soft and tender and sensitive. She closed her eyes and heard his voice again.
Nicole.
The way he’d looked her up and down when she was in his office, as if evaluating her down to the last cell. In the end, he clearly didn’t find her disgusting. How then, should she take his evaluating gaze? How then, should she interpret this private phone call?
She dug her two fingers slowly into the moist crevice of herself, slowly penetrating the layers of flesh, going inside. She was pulsing with heat and excitement. For him. For Red. For the only man that had ever made her this hot.
After only a few minutes of slow masturbation, she came violently, her hips swinging into the air. She could see her pelvis in the full-length mirror across from her.
Saw her buttocks lifting upwards, her skin slick with sweat as her hand rubbed her clitoris.
Oh god, she thought. What have I gotten myself into?
***
“Good to see you,” Glen Goldman said when she arrived the next morning at nine o’clock. He checked his watch. “From now on, please come in by eight o’clock. If possible, seven thirty.”
“Absolutely! I didn’t know—“
He smiled and blinked. “It’s fine. First day and all.”
“Mister Jameson didn’t tell me what time I should arrive,” she said.
Glen stopped blinking entirely. Which seemed to be a sign that something was truly amiss. “Mr. Jameson?”
“Yes.” She shouldered her purse nervously.
“Why would he have told you what time to arrive?”
“Because he called me to tell me I had the job.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling like she was walking into quicksand.
Glen’s expression seemed to harden a little.
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