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I hear Vanacore give me exactly what I wanted. She gives me a sorrowful, indulgent moan. A “poor sweet baby” type of thing.
“Show me how! Please!” The amount of pitiful begging I put on that would win me an Oscar, I’m sure.
“Of course, of course, my boy,” she murmurs, patting me on the back and kissing me.
I let her kiss my face and my lips a few times before adding. “Slowly, slowly.” I’m drawing a shaking breath, actually feeling like shaking. “Please go slowly, ma’am!”
As I wanted, her eyes light up with predatory glee with what I’ve just called her.
I continue forward, as though the admission leaves me breathless. “I’m going to try my best to serve you and work for you like I promised, Ms. Vanacore, but I can’t do everything the way you want right away!” I forced my mouth into a frown. A wobbling one. “Please don’t get mad at me if I’m not ready for certain things! But please know that I am trying!”
Vanacore sweeps the hair out of my face, actually feeling and looking motherly — gentle and understanding. It almost makes me feel guilty for ever thinking she was and is a predator. But then I remember how hungry she looks behind all of that. How ruthless she looks, and I know I have to do it anyway.
“Oh, don’t worry, my boy. As long as you try. Make yourself available, I’m not going to hold it against you if we don’t move quickly.”
Internally, I high-five myself. For being the one who used to do all the charming around here, Ms. Vanacore seems to be fully charmed by me. She is thoroughly taken in by my story.
“Thank you,” I say, doing my utmost to look grateful and undeserving of her kindness.
To seal the “deal” with her, I plaster my lips on hers. I dart my lips forward and hold the back of her head in the exact same way that she did to me on Friday. I even go so far as to plunge my tongue in her lips and flick it around the roof of her mouth.
As I do, I keep Melissa at the forefront of my mind. I think as loudly and lovingly as I can, I’m doing this for you, Melissa. So, I can be with you legitimately, and so that this company can be free of the dark stain known as Joan Vanacore.
Under these thoughts, I hear Ms. Vanacore moan happily. She sinks under my lips, grasping for a corner of her desk, something to hold her upright.
As she pulls her lips off mine and she says, “What a difference a few days has made in you, boy.” She’s breathless, and I see her rubbing irritably at her crotch. “I like it, and so does my pussy.” Now Ms. Vanacore is the one who’s blushing. “I know you’ve been through a lot around here, Tommy. Now I know, so I won’t ask you to fuck me,” she whispers, unzipping her fly and sliding her pants down her thighs, “but look at me. Tell me how much you love my pussy. How much you would love to fill it. How full you would stuff me.” As she’s talking, she begins to stroke her lower lips.
And I began to do exactly what she’s asked. I talk dirty to her. However, my dick doesn’t respond to her. It doesn’t grow hard because of her. And I know that’s because I’ve got my mind planted firmly on Melissa. On the real times I plan on having with her before making Vanacore believe she’s taking me for all I’m worth and capturing it on video.
Even without an erection, I fain rubbing at my crotch and fidgeting under arousal I don’t have but will need to find out a way to fake. Otherwise, this whole plan is going to do worse than fall flat — it’s going to fail to launch.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Melissa
Though I know my mind should be focused on work — I have been here for almost 3 hours straight — my thoughts are still on the luscious, naughty dream I had last night after hanging up from a phone call with Tommy.
In the dream, he came to my defense on the streets and in court. We were in Paris, touring some beautiful gardens and buildings there while looking at the perfect venue for a wedding when Dennis appears. Dennis and his new girl. Though I couldn’t see his new girl clearly, they both came after me.
They tried to strip me naked and render me worthless in front of Tommy. But that’s when Tommy came to my rescue. He stepped forward and protected me from them. He brawled with them in the streets, before putting them on trial for how shamelessly and completely they took money and dignity from me.
