Enough Bickering- Chapter 2

"Master, you're quite a philosopher! I knew that you're rather independent, but I always thought of you as more pragmatic than intellectual. I'm getting to know you better and I respect you more than I already did. I have to admit that it's a turn-on," she declared.

"That's good to hear. A guy always likes to know that he turns a girl on," he winked at her as they headed to a fast food joint, where they planned to eat before going to the corporate office for the party.

"They don't feed you more than hors d'ouerves at these events. If you stick to what they offer, your stomach will never forgive you. It will growl at you all night long!" he warned her as he ravenously consumed his burger, fries, and Coke.

"Thanks for the warning, Sir. I'm sure that we don't want to fuck on an empty stomach, do we?" she teased him, while she ate her own combo meal.

"No, we don't. We certainly don't need to drink on one. They wonder why everyone gets so damned drunk at these things. All that wine and no real food in their systems. It's yet another stupid corporate practice that I would like to change. They've got DUIs waiting to happen, just because they're too cheap to pay for a proper meal. Either that, or they're afraid that their wives might gain a pound or two," Gavin smirked.

"That's another thing that I love about you, Sir," Natasha remarked.

"What is?" he asked in confusion.

"Your deliberate mockery of your bosses and contempt for their obvious stupidity. I wonder if they know or suspect how you feel about them. I think that they do, but are too greedy to give a damn," she commented.

"That's right on the money, babe, which is the whole point. Money! They see short-term gain, not the big picture.

"The worst of them is the Chief Financial Officer, Stanford Wilcox the 3rd. The man would put Ebenezer Scrooge to shame. He's a Yalie with one agenda: to convince the board and the shareholders that he doesn't waste a red cent. He wants to keep his job at any cost.

"As far as sex is concerned, who knows if he is even capable. He has a hard-on for money, that's all," he grinned as they finished their food and hurried back to the car.

When they got to the office, half of the staff was already there. Apparently, they had skipped dinner and were determined to impress everyone else by being early. It was only 5:15 and the party was supposed to start at 6:00. It was set to officially end at 9. This didn't keep these suck-ups from making a point of getting there first.

The Chairman had not shown up and it was whispered that he would only pop in for a short while and head back home. The same was likely to happen with the CFO, but he would probably take his cue from the Boss.

This meant that Gavin Brock, aged 43, was the senior executive present at the moment. Consequently, everyone rose to greet him. This naturally gave him a chance to plant thoughts in their heads while they exchanged small talk. It also allowed him to introduce Natasha to them, which unsettled them just the way that he had predicted.

"So, you're banging your secretary, are you?" Ryan Godwin, the VP for corporate operations, asked.

"Now, that would be a breach of corporate guidelines, wouldn't it, Ryan?" Gavin taunted him.

"You're evading the question. Clever!" Godwin snorted. "Oh, you'll find out everything that you want to know soon, Ryan. There will be no secrets. For now, however, let's enjoy ourselves and pretend to respect each other, at least," Gavin countered.

"Sure, why not? Let's pretend that you're a team player. But we all know better, don't we?" Ryan reacted.

"That's your problem, Godwin. You assume things. And you know the saying about assumptions, don't you? Face it. I'm loyal to the company, just not blindly obedient to all of the board's dictates. My first duty is to the shareholders, not people like you. Anyway, this isn't the time or place for such discussions. Let's try to have fun. That's the point of tonight, you know," Gavin scolded him.

Ryan walked off with a look of self-righteous disgust on his face. He was quickly replaced as the annoying interrogator by Kate Doherty, a royal bitch who served as VP for regional co-ordination. As bad as Godwin was, Doherty was ten times worse. She was a perpetual busybody and not in a good way. To her, everyone must conform to the same lifestyle as herself, or they were just wrong.

"So, what do we have here? The confirmed bachelor and his new mistress! Typical. Seriously, Gavin, when are you going to grow up?" Kate scowled.

"Who says that I haven't? Just because I don't have a wife and 2.5 kids yet, you think I'm immature? I make my own decisions. I don't refer everything to the advice columns in the popular magazines. I take responsibility for living my own life and choosing my own ethics. You might do well to read Sartre some time. He would help you out a bit," he retorted.

"Sartre? That pessimistic fool has no appeal to me. I'm not into that existentialist bullshit. What's with you and questioning authority, anyway?" she demanded.

"Whose authority? Nobody elected those columnists to the office of ruler of everyone's personal lives. Look, accept the fact that I am a different sort of person than you and get over it," he rejoined.

Kate shut up after that, as she just wanted to drink some wine and get Gavin and Natasha off of her mind. The truth was, deep down, she resented his disinterest in her, at least when it came to relationships. She had made it clear when she first joined the management team that she wanted to date him, but that he would have to wait until at least the 10th date for sex.

When he indicated that he didn't really care if he dated her at all, or even slept with her, she began to nurse a serious grudge against him. Who was he, to reject the terms that she offered? Surely, those were generous and necessary to ensure a long-term relationship before they engaged in sexual relations! Apparently, however, he didn't really consider her worth the effort and that ate at her constantly.

Natasha laughed as she observed this scene, "Gee, Sir, you're not too popular with your colleagues!"

"That's their problem. Ask me if I give a damn. That is what is wrong with this whole company. Assholes who think that they're God's gift to women, or men in Kate's case, and that everyone of both sexes should grovel to them. They want everyone done how they think it should be, regardless of the facts. They're fucking prima donnas and they need to be taken down a few pegs," Gavin declared.

"So, when you do want to do that?" she inquired.

"Eager to get on with hit, are we?" he probed.

"Well, sort of... I mean, they pissed me off too. Especially Kate and her caustic comment about me being a sign of your immaturity. That 'mistress' bit didn't have me fooled. She was saying that, by choosing me instead of her, you were being childish. She's got some nerve, suggesting that," she remarked.

"Kate's just bitter that she hasn't found a replacement for her husband. Evidently, it's okay to lie to your spouse and trade them for another without prior warning, but it's not okay to go without a spouse for any period of time after college. Of course, her husband should be so lucky as to lose her. He might be able to get his hypertension under control then. That's my take on the issue," he stated contemptuously.

"You mean that she was MARRIED when she made her advances? I take it that she doesn't have an open relationship. People like that disgust me. That's just like my ex! Who does she think that she is?" she practically shouted.

"No, she doesn't have an 'open' relationship, just one filled with deceit and betrayal. The only reason that I haven't told her husband is that I have to work with the bitch. And yes, she is EXACTLY like your ex! That's one of the MANY reasons that I rejected her advances. She is definitely not my type," he informed her.

"I heard that!" Kate yelled, indicating that she had listened to part of the conversation. "Heard what?" Natasha asked with mock innocence.

"The bit where your beau accused me of being an unfaithful wife and a hypocrite. How dare you say that, Gavin? And in what way am I a bitch? You're the bastard who wouldn't commit to me! I just wanted to marry someone better than my stupid husband," Kate screamed.

"So, I'm stupid, am I? Maybe so, for trusting you all of these years. You have given me nothing but hell for the past decade. I should have figured that you wanted to impose a double standard on him, not to mention on me," Tom Doherty reacted to her tirade.

"Tom, honey, that's not what I meant..." she stammered, knowing that she was caught.

"So, you didn't mean to cuckold me with Gavin and trick him into a lopsided relationship? No doubt you made up some story about how unhappy and mistreated you were, being abused or neglected by you. I'm not as stupid as you believe, however. I could tell that you were hiding something from me. I just wasn't sure about what it was," her husband reprimanded her.

This scene had caught everyone's attention. Ryan and the others looked nervously at the confrontation of Kate by Gavin, Tom, and Natasha. They knew how nasty Mrs. Doherty could be when put on the defensive. They also knew that Mr. Brock could be even tougher.

Ryan, in particular, was worried. He had managed to get Kate out of her panties once, mainly by threatening to tell Tom about her moves on Gavin. That he hadn't pursued her afterward was due to the fact that she failed to impress him in the sack. Instead, he blackmailed her into backing him on corporate matters, which insulted and infuriated her.

In any case, there was the danger that someone might mention that he banged Tom's wife, right in front of Tom. If Mr. Doherty was furious now, he might well be angrier still after that. He might get fired for breaching the same corporate guidelines that he claimed to uphold. He might even get charged with sexual harassment or blackmail.

Don't put up with it. Get even. See how hot Natasha is? Do you see the way that she is flirting with you? Fuck her! Do what you want with her. Flaunt it in your wife's face.

Okay, baby, it's time to act. I want you to suck Tom's cock now. Just approach him, pull down his pants and briefs, and put his dick in your mouth. It will throw everyone off balance.

The secretary didn't hesitate to obey her boss for a second. She went over to Tom Doherty, removed his pants, and began to lick his cock. He was quite shocked that she seemed to have really thought along the same lines as himself. She started to stick his dick deeper into her mouth, making him extremely aroused.

Kate, outraged, lunged toward her husband, trying to stop the blowjob that Natasha was giving him. Gavin grabbed her as she attempted to intervene and held her back. He turned her around and looked at her in a terrifying way.

Don't you dare fight this, bitch! It's going to happen! Your hubby is getting some head for a change and you're not going to stop him. Don't worry about what's happening to him. Focus on what is about to happen to YOU!

That voice in her head really shook Kate up. She had no idea who said this to her, but its harsh and vicious tone gave her goose bumps. There was a dangerous and commanding force behind the words in her mind. Worse still, it was distinctly masculine, so it wasn't her own brain.

Gavin suddenly grabbed her dress, hiked it up, and pulled off her panties. He brutally shoved his cock inside her before she composed herself enough to put up some resistance. His dick was large and its abrupt entry hurt her a lot. His ruthless way of taking her both stunned and stimulated her.

Natasha continued to deep-throat Tom Doherty, which made it extremely difficult for the sexually frustrated architect to resist cumming. His marriage was more than "on the rocks"; it was beginning to decay. He hadn't slept with Kate at all in 3 years. Masturbation had become his only hope of retaining sanity.

His Catholic faith had ruled out divorce or an affair in the past, but it was getting to the point that he didn't care if he went to Hell. He felt like he ALREADY WAS in Hell. The doctors had prescribed some pills for his high-blood pressure, but it hadn't helped, because the stress was still as bad as ever.

Understandably, therefore, Tom's sudden, unexpected experience of getting a BJ from someone as sexy as Natasha easily made it hard for him to hold back his release. She truly seemed to savor his cock, licking it from the base to the head one moment and taking him inside her throat the next.

This intense blowjob also pleased Natasha considerably. She loved the taste of this man's dick, although she still preferred Gavin's. Mr. Doherty's thrusts into her mouth turned her on a lot as well. She could tell that he was struggling to keep himself from cumming down her throat and she took delight in making it more difficult for him to control his lust.

Gavin's voice burst into Tom's head.

Something else, isn't she? You like fucking my lady's face? You know that she belongs to me, but I'm sharing her with you, because it's YOUR turn to get some action for a change! Don't worry about me, though. I'm having plenty of fun with that shrew whom you married.

Sure enough, Gavin fucked Kate relentlessly on the floor, not giving a damn whether she enjoyed it. He had her pinned in front of everyone present, ramming callously into her cunt. The truth of the matter was that she actually liked the way that he screwed her, much to her own surprise and chagrin. Something about the rough, animalistic way that he took her pussy excited her.