What comes around, goes around… by Tash88

Oh, and it’s my first work; constructive criticism would be most appreciated!

What comes around, goes around…

He massaged his temples slowly while staring at his polished shoes. Everyone had gone home for the day. Another Thursday had passed. She had been giving him a headache today. She’s been giving him a headache since the moment she first set foot in his office. A headache ? a hard dick. He smiled at his own thoughts, but quickly went grim the moment he looked up from his pondering.

A photo on the wall of the private office showed a group of smiling faces. One woman and two boys. The man sighed deeply, now torn between both his wants and needs, which seemed to embody water versus fire. But he already knew his decision. He decided since the moment she first set foot in his office. “I’m sorry, Liz…” he whispered nearly silent at the photo. Symbolically he took the picture and turned it to lay it down flat in his drawer. He stood up, walking out of his private space with his coat in his hands, taking a last look around the empty office and left.

Ryan Stoker was a man in his mid-forties, the kind that had it all figured out. He was tall, easily passing 2 meters with short brown hair and blue eyes. He had a slight muscular build aswell as a slight tanned skin, but he was still unsatisfied with his looks. “Liz, this weekend I’m going to start working out!” he told her every week while looking at his naked body in the mirror in the bedroom. She just smiled, knowing he’d never get round to doing so. Married at a young age with a woman named Elizabeth, they lived together for a while before they considered children.

By now they lived in a grand house with the four of them. Five, if you would include the dog. The kids had been hassling Ryan for weeks to get a dog, but as kids tend to do, they quickly tired of walking it and let daddy take up that chore every evening. Ryan didn’t really mind, he enjoyed the walks with the happy golden retriever barking and chasing leafs falling off the trees. It was his way of clearing his head after a long day at the office. Or at least he attempted so. Lately his mind was occupied by a woman. A woman who was not his wife. Not in the very least.

Alex, short for Alexandra, was a young woman. By the age of 21, she already grew to be a smart little lady. Working her way through high-school as any ordinary teenager she decided one day to work her way up fast, and did so with vast determination. Leaving her simplistic job at the local supermarket she swiftly obtained an office job in a small international company near her home. With a great lack of experience or education she knew she had to take advantage of what she had to compensate this lack. One being her natural intelligence, secondly her smarts. From an early age on she knew how to manipulate the people around her to get her way. This made her self-confidence grow, up to a point where she feared nothing. Her big mouth had only worked to her advantage until now, and surely got her the office-job she had up till this day.

A third influence which might have brought her to the point where she was now, however ‘informal’, was her appearance. She wasn’t too tall, 168 centimeters last time she measured, but well proportioned. With a slim waist and slightly bigger hips she was able to get the most out of skirts and dresses (and men for that matter), but as a post-teenager she still considered her natural curves a nuisance. What also attracted many men weren’t just her deep green eyes and her long wavy dirty-blonde hair, but, as may be expected from men, her breasts. A full D-cup on her slim figure made every blouse or shirt bulge out enough for every man to nearly sprain their necks as she walked past. She was no fool, she knew this, and used it to tease her way to success.

Fridaymorning, eight o’clock on the dot, most people were present at their desks yawning while switching their computers on and grabbing their second or even first cup of coffee for the day. Ryan walked in, seeing several surprised faces pop up from behind the screens. “Goodmorning!” he smirked at the confused faces and walked straight to his private office. As a CEO he was allowed to ‘drop in a little later than the normal folks’. But today he came in early, with no particular reason but a slight tingle which had kept him up most of the night. Still, he wasn’t tired. Adrenaline took part of him hoping this Friday would not be like other Fridays. Before walking in to his office he took a sly look to the left and rolled his eyes. Alex’s desk was empty, as it always was at that time.

He sat down, switching on his computer and grabbed several papers spread out on his desk. “Good morning well-appreciated colleagues!” he heard a happy voice sing outside his office. Ryan looked up at the clock. Ten past eight. Alex had made a reputation for herself by coming in late every day, but for some reason (Ryan knew only too well why) she always got away with it. However, she wasn’t just a simple flirt. She did her work exceptionally well, being fast and accurate at everything she did. That made her a valuable employee for the office, and of course she knew that as well. He remembered the last thing she said to him before leaving the office yesterday. “You know you can’t live without me. The company that is”, she mentioned on her way out his office, “I’m too good for that”. “Cocky bitch…” he muttered while looking at some scribbling on the papers about the costs over the last month. A moment later he smirked at his own comment.

The day went on as it usually did. Quiet and calmth signed the office. Until about eleven o’clock, when Alex would be properly awake. With her being one of the very few women in a mostly man-dominated office, she’d always get all the attention she wished for. She was smart enough to lay low when authority figures were around, but Ryan did not seem to be part of that world to her. The click-clacking of heels announced her first entrance to Ryan’s office for the day, eleven o’clock on the dot. Ryan didn’t look up on purpose. He wasn’t planning to give her too much attention during the day; frankly he’d rather drop off a cliff than granting her the pleasure of seeing him drool over her like the others did. Even though he didn’t look up, he caught a glimpse of her middlefinger subtily pointed at a random person in the office.

She walked in the office, wearing a big smile. “Don’t stick up your middlefinger at employees, Alex…” he said, faking complete disinterest at her presence and attempting to add a bit of discipline to his tone which could be recognized as nearly parental. “I wasn’t sticking up anything. Are you?” she shot back within seconds. He looked up at her grin and her daring eyes and decided not to give in, looking back at his papers. Alex appeared to have other plans than to leave, and leaned on his desk casually reading off his –private to a normal employee’s eyes- papers, giving a good clear view in her tight and partially unbuttoned blouse. Ryan looked up with amusement, knowing she was trying to provoke him, but kept himself as disciplined as possible. Nevertheless it took him great effort not to look in her blouse. “What is it? I’m busy!” he said with a fake irritated tone. Alex stood up straight again. “Just wondering if you’d like some coffee, Mr. Stoker” she said in a friendly yet professional voice. “Yes. And for the millionth time, call me Ryan… ‘Mr. Stoker’ makes me feel old!”

Alex snickered and bent over him from the side, instead of moving around his chair to grab his coffee mug on the other side of the desk, replying mockingly “Yes. I know.” Ryan felt his cock stir against his will by this young woman leaning over his lap and shoved against the desk quickly to hide any other unwanted reactions in his office-pants, leaning against Alex in the process. She pulled back. “Well, aren’t you frisky today!” she laughed and walked off to get the coffee. Ryan sighed, irritated that again he gave her what she wanted; the damn attention. But that didn’t matter much. Not today. He gave his cock a small stroke under his desk. She came back a minute later, put the coffee down and walked right out. He took a sip of his coffee with milk and made a face. [i[“Bitch”[/i]. She knew he drank his coffee without sugar.

The day had its usual routine. Therefore most knew that the innocent games of the morning turned into the teasing during the afternoon. For Ryan Alex always seemed to have a little extra attention in her own special way. She seemed to make a sport out of making him feel irritated and even insignificant as an authority figure at times. That first moment of the day appeared as he had a serious conversation with a colleague on general profit increase at the man’s desk.

Ryan heard a cough behind him and saw Alex standing beside him with crossed arms and a pout from the corner of his eyes. He ignored her and continued his conversation hoping to make it clear to her he wasn’t planning to interrupt his conversation. “Excuse me!” she said, her voice a little louder than normal. He turned sideways slowly, speaking with real irritation this time. “What!?” “You’re in the way, I need to reach the map in that cabin.” she said with a semi-annoyed tone. “Why don’t you walk around the desk and reach the cabin that way without interrupting me?” he sighed. “No particular reason. This is a faster way.” she said, turning away and walking back to her seat, without taking the map she originally came for with her.