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Unpaid internships are a scam. Jaime Rodriguez learned that the hard way after accepting one at Long & Laramie, one of the local accounting firms. They sure made it sound sweet when he applied there. No experience? No problem. All training is on site. Only have a high school diploma? That’s more than enough. Need time off for school? Can do! He was interviewed by an old otter fellow with a combover. He made it all sound so glamorous and fun, even. Jaime would be getting crucial experience to not only help him earn a job there, but to help build a future at other potential locations, should he ever leave. Jaime remembered how goofy the guy looked behind his thick glasses and with his gapped front teeth. Was that the face of a liar?

Maybe, maybe not, but it was definitely the face of an exaggerator. Far from the engaging experience his interviewer made the internship out to be, working at Long & Laramie was a mind numbing experience from clock-in to clock-out. Depictions he had seen of office environments on American television were not far from reality. The building was a boxy labyrinth of laminate and plywood, an echoing den of ringing phones, whirring printers, rolling chair wheels, and clacking keyboards. Color was taboo, finding little place outside of the usual tacky tie a coworker wore or the inside of someone’s cubicle, usually because of the many family photos posted on the walls.

This was not the environment Jaime was built for, or any human for that matter. Landing his first job out of high school should’ve meant doing something that called on his ample physique. Fixing his boss’s coffee and delivering notes hardly required any physical ability. He did not blame the folks working there for falling out of shape. Sunken eyes and withered scalps were a common sight, all on people suspiciously chipper about their work environment. How the hell did anyone survive? Jaime would end days by miming a gun to his temple. He was just playing, of course, but there had to have been people seriously considering it.

His boss didn’t help. Cassandra Summers was that location’s Chief Financial Officer. Among the longest serving members of the company, she was the only employee who had worked for as long as she had without ever having made it close to the top. That was not through lack of effort; her work ethic was as legendary as it was draining for those beneath her. She ran a tighter shift than any other CFO in the firm, creating a reputation that carried elsewhere. “It might suck here, but at least you don’t work for Ms. Summers,” was the adage at other places. Jaime’s office wasn’t so lucky.

Her demand for coffee was extraordinary. Jaime’s back-and-forth between her and the coffee machine was damn near the exercise he needed in order to maintain his athleticism. He would be at his desk in the very front of her office, trying not to space out, when the ring of her intercom would zap him back to reality. He wouldn’t answer it, instead making a quick dash to her door and peeking his head in to ask what she needed. 90% of the time it was coffee. She liked hers with exact specifications: three tablespoons of Sulawesi dark roast, 8 ounces of water, two bags of sweeteners, an ounce of heavy whipping cream, and poured into a large paper cup a little bit beneath the rim. Jaime’s first day was spent going over it like a soldier being drilled on how to dress a rifle in boot camp. Her directions were never barked or shouted, but she made the poor guy do it again and again until he had it perfectly. After a whole day spent over a coffee machine he had a newfound respect for baristas.

Over time he got better at both making the coffee and delivering it speedily. He would waltz into her office, piping cup in his hand, and sit it on a coaster on her desk in front of her. She would nod and smile with those rosy pink lips of hers. “Why, thank you Jaime!” No matter how good he had gotten at crafting each cup, he would always brace for a correction after she took her first sip. If he fucked it up, she’d scrunch her lips to the left and then tilt her head. She’d ask him how many beans he’d thrown in the filter, or how much creamer he’d used. Whatever she asked, it would always be the exact thing he’d gotten wrong. She knew what she liked. If he’d gotten it right she would chop her lips and put the cup down without a word. The sound was always a tremendous relief.

No matter her strict regimen of brewing joe or delivering messages, Jaime couldn’t help but admire how she looked. A sort of cunning beauty defined her features, one that reflected a keen intelligence and well-earned know-how. Her makeup was sparse, letting the green of her eyes stand out most spectacularly. Long, onyx hair was kept in a tight bun at the back of her head, held together by a small army of pins. She didn’t bother with jewelry or piercings; her most garish accessory was the dark scarlet she colored her naturally long nails with. She was a bountiful woman, swelling the crisp, dark navy suits she wore with a bosom whose burden could only be mounted on a disciplined woman such as herself. Hips that absorbed the greater portion of doorways blossomed above a pair of thighs fit to crush cinder blocks. It may not have been a body necessary for office work, but it sure exuded authority.

Jaime didn’t know it, but his appreciation for her body was mutual. Such a collection of chiseled muscles and handsome features like himself didn’t belong in an office, Cassandra believed. A man like him should’ve been an underwear model, or a dancer maybe. He was shorter than her, but with every inch was a section of bronze skin and Olympian topography she wanted to ogle and feel. He had a precious young face framed by a mop of messy hair as black as hers. His smile was perfect; she often complimented his work just so she could see it. She had him sitting right in front of her office where she could look at him through her window all day. She often wondered if he ever looked at her. He did, but never quite to the same extent.

Summers got her chance to get an even better look at him on a Friday, the last workday of the week, but not for the reason she would’ve hoped. A message [i]dinged[/i] her phone. It was an email. She clicked the tab open and saw the sender. Her stomach clenched. It was from someone named Robert F., a friend of hers, her “inside guy”. There was no subject, but she didn’t need one. She knew what the email was about. Vain hope made her click it to see what it said. Maybe there was an off chance it was about something else.

Nope.

The email read:

Maria coming in around noon. Maybe later.

“Shit.” Maria Long was Cassandra’s boss, one of the company’s earliest members, the Long in Long & Laramie. Her bi-annual inspection of each branch was always random, a drop-in without warning so that she could get an up-close look at how everyone was performing. They were always a pain in the ass, not just because it ground the workflow to a halt, but because Cassandra simply didn’t like her.

Cassandra had been hired when she got out of college. Maria was among the same class of people. Their years of working together had budded into a great friendship. They loved to spend time together outside of work, share stories, and even go to various events and parties.

That soured when Maria was promoted to CFO before Cassandra was. Cassandra didn’t label herself the competitive type, but seeing her best friend elevated to the position she had fought tooth and nail for after so long made it hard to feel happy for her. Cassandra got the position eventually, but only because Maria made it to corporate. The added money in her pocket was enough for her to buy a minority share in the company which eventually became a majority share that landed her name on the title. Every day Cassandra went to work she was reminded of her best friend’s success in her stead.

But they could hardly be called friends anymore. They hadn’t spent time together in years. Communication was sparse, even online. The only times they saw each other face to face was during Maria’s surprise inspections, which just so happened to be today. Summers was lucky she had a friend in Maria’s secretary, Robert. He told her whenever Maria was showing up, although notice always came late given Maria’s habit of scheduling things at the last minute.

Summers looked at the clock on her screen. 11:17. About 40 minutes until Maria showed up. That should’ve been enough time to alert everyone and get ready. She shot up from her desk and walked at a brisk pace to the door. Just as her hand reached for the knob, she saw Jaime sitting at his table, idly doodling something on a piece of paper. “Shit!” This would be his first time being here for one of Maria’s inspections. She’d have to run him through the procedure. [i]40 minutes. I’ve got time.[/i]

The door swung open in front of Jaime, letting loose a surging Ms. Summers. He jolted in his seat. “Ma’am!” he said in a Spanish accent. “Is everything OK?”

Summers forced a smile at him. “Of course! Though I do need to talk to you in my office.”

Jaime’s gut churned. [i]Oh no.[/i] “Yes ma’am.” He got up from his table and followed her into her office. He shut the door behind him.

Summers sat at her desk. “Have a seat.” He pulled up a flimsy office chair and sat down. His hands folded in his lap. “Jaime, are you familiar with Mrs. Maria Long?”

He shook his head. “No ma’am.” His answer came instantly and directly, as was expected.

“She’s one of the Executives up at corporate. One of the top dogs, arguably [i]the[/i] top dog.”

“Oh,” Jaime said, eyes broadening for a moment.

“Yeah, well she’s coming here in about 40 minutes for an inspection, and I need the office in top order for when she checks everything out.”

“Alright. Do you need me to clean anything?”

She shook her head. “No, nothing like that, although I certainly would appreciate it. She’s going to come in unannounced and make sure everyone’s doing their job, everything’s in the green, everything’s on time, yadda-yadda, so on and so forth.”

“OK. Isn’t everything in the green right now?” [i]You’ve been working us like dogs.[/i]

“It is, and I’m confident she’ll like that, but what I want you to do is look like you know what you’re doing here in the office, like you’ve got everything down to a tee.”

“OK! Um… How do I do that? I know everything you’ve taught me. Do you want me to give her a coffee?” It was a genuine question.

“No. Nothing like that. I want you to make it look like you’re one of the main employees here, more than just an intern.”

“OK. Should I tell her I’m an employee?”

“No. You’re still an unpaid intern, you just know everything there is to know about the business already. You didn’t come here to run coffee for me. You came here to do office work in a cubicle.”

Both of those things sounded awful. “OK, so if she asks what I do, what do I say?”

“Just tell her you run the numbers like everyone else. Maybe say it took a while to get used to things but Ms. Summers set you straight.”

“OK. What if she asks me to show her something? Like how to do something on a computer? Can you teach me?”

She shook her head sadly. “I can’t. Not enough time. I wish I could.”

[i]So instead of actually teaching me the things I need to know so I can be ready to do them, you just have me pretend to know. Got it.[/i] He nodded his head like a good soldier. “OK. Yes ma’am. I can do that.” He wiped his nose and sniffled, briefly flashing her the mole on the back of his hand.

Cassandra smiled. “Good. There’s an empty cubicle near the front with a computer and telephone. I’ll set you up there. I won’t bother you for anything until after Maria leaves.”

[i]Well, thank God for small mercies.[/i] “Thank you, Ms. Summers.”

She nodded. “No problem.”

[center]***[/center]

A fellow employee helped Jaime get situated in his temporary cubicle, logging him on to the computer and opening some programs to help maintain the illusion of doing some work. It was a wiry-whiskered ferret who leaned over his shoulder, clicking around Excel and showing him the ropes. “You don’t know any of this stuff, do you?” the ferret asked.

Jaime twisted his lips and shook his head. “No.”

The ferret shook his head along with him. “I didn’t think so.”

Maria didn’t show up until after 1. Jaime spent the entire time dicking around the computer, messing around with different programs and browsing the internet when he heard Cassandra’s voice make an uncharacteristic “Heeeeeeeeey!”

He stood up and peered over the partition in front of him to see Cassandra hugging Maria and patting her back. Maria was a gray wolf, big and robust like Summers. Her outfit was much more casual: a plain tan jacket and a pair of matching pants. Her huge wolf-tail fluffed out behind her, curling at the tip just an inch over the floor. She looked much younger than Cassandra, even though they were roughly the same age. A pearl necklace hung around her neck. Elaborate earrings swung whenever she moved. She didn’t look like the hard-ass boss Jaime expected her to be.

“How have you been?” Maria asked, disregarding the professional setting around them.

“I’ve been great! Everything’s been running smoothly here. We’re well in the green and haven’t been slowing down at all.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Cassandra, sweety, you know I meant you, not the office.”

“And you know that this office [i]is[/i] me.”

Maria shook her head. “Come on, you gotta lighten the load sometime. Do it for yourself. This job isn’t everything.”

[i]Says the woman in the place I should’ve been a long time ago.[/i] “Yeah, easier said than done. How have you been?”

Maria went on a half-minute diatribe of how she and her family were. The mention of her husband and son starting the 3rd grade caused a slight pang of jealousy, not that it wasn’t festering already. “But that’s just me. Why don’t you show me around so I can see how everything is?”

Cassandra flashed a smile. “Sure thing.”

The tour went as well as it usually did. Maria went from cubicle to cubicle, briefly interviewing each employee on how everything was going and how well they’d been meeting deadlines. With Summers looming behind her rival like a monolith, they would gaily explain how everything was going just swimmingly and that deadlines were no issue. Maria would thank them for their time and move on to the next employee. How pleased Summers was with their performance was indicated either by a wink or a blank stare as she passed by.

Jaime was inspected last, Per Cassandra’s design. He had been staring into a blank Excel sheet for the past 20 minutes, waiting for his turn in front of Maria. She rounded the corner and knocked on the partition. “Hello, there!”

Jaime immediately spun around in his chair and ignited the cheeriest smile he could. “Hi!”

His sudden spin startled her. She extended her arm. “My name’s Maria Long. I’m just here seeing how things are around the office. What’s your name?”

“Jaime Rodriguez, ma’am. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!” Jaime swaddled her hand in his, baring his mole. “How is everything going here? You’re a new face, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “Yes ma’am. I’m an intern. Ms. Summers has been teaching me a lot of things. It was hard getting used to things but she helped me get it right.” He glanced over at Summers standing behind Maria. Her face was blank, but she shot him a quick, reassuring wink.

“That’s good!” Maria chirped. “Your cubicle looks pretty bare. How long have you worked in here?”

“Uh…” He looked at Summers again. She just nodded subtly. “A month, now. My internship ends in two months.”

“OK. Well, until then you can put some pictures up around here, or wherever you work.”

Jaime thought about his lone table outside of Cassandra’s office. There wasn’t much room for customization. “I work here. Sorry, I just haven’t thought about it.”

“Oh no! You’re fine. It’s just I find it better to spice up my workspace with pictures and other stuff that helps me block out all the noise around me. You don’t have to, but I think it’ll help.”

He was already visualizing pictures of him and his family tacked to the walls. [i]I totally would if I had a space like this. Too bad it’s so far away from Ms. Summers.[/i] “OK. I’ll do that.”

Maria smiled. “Good to hear. Other than that, has everything been running smoothly? No problems you’d want me to know about?”

Another glance at Cassandra. A subtle shake of the head this time. “No ma’am. Everything’s great,” he said, then quickly added “because Ms. Summers taught me everything.”

Maria nodded. “You told me. Well, that’s good to hear. Nice to meet you… Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Jaime.”

“Jaime! Sorry.”

“It’s OK, ma’am.”

“Alright. You take care.”

Maria waltzed her way out of his cubicle. Summers followed closely, locking eyes with Jaime as she did. To his relief, she gave him another wink. Once they were out of sight he sank into his chair. [i]That was way more stressful than it needed to be.[/i] He spun around to face the computer. [i]I wonder if this thing has Minesweeper.[/i]

Maria and Cassandra walked around back to her office. Cassandra opened the door and they walked inside. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised, but you’ve got this place tighter than a tick,” Maria said.

“Thanks. I make sure everyone knows what they’re doing. You know I’m good at micromanaging.”

“Too good, I’d say. You run this office like clockwork, but mostly you’re running yourself like crazy.”

Cassandra shrugged. “Can’t help it. You know I’m tightly wired.”

“No, I think you [i]can[/i] help it. You need a break, Cassie.” Cassandra flinched at that name. Maria was the only person who could get away with calling her that. “It sucks seeing you push yourself to the limit everyday like this. It’s not healthy.”

“Who’s pushing themselves to the limit?” she asked with a shrug. “I’m doing what I was put here to do. Doesn’t cost me that much. I’m not over my head,” she said while conscious of her currently waning energy reserve. [i]Fuck. I need a coffee.[/i]

“I didn’t say you were. What I’m saying is that I think you’re owed a vacation, or some kind of break. You’re killing yourself.”

“OK, it’s not [i]that[/i] serious.”

“Maybe not, but you’re still young. It’s the worst thing to waste these years doing stuff like this.”

[i]You mean stuff you used to do before you got promoted?[/i] “I’m 39.”

“Which means you’re probably not even halfway done with your life.” Maria looked her up and down. “Are you doing anything tonight?”

Cassandra frowned. “No. Why?”

Maria cracked a grin. “I think I know a place that’ll help you blow off some steam.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

[center]***[/center]

[i]The Whip[/i] was a male strip club near downtown in a part of the city Cssandra never ventured. That much was apparent as Maria drove her there, passing several risqué establishments that had her squirming in her seat uncomfortably. Just getting out of the car was frightening. What if someone she knew saw her? She wouldn’t get in trouble, but a rumor spreading about her being the kind of lady who went to these places was not something she ever wanted. Constant assurance from Maria was not enough to assuage that.

The building was disarmingly nondescript, its most outstanding decoration being the purple neon sign out front. [i]The Whip[/i] was emblazoned on the brick façade in an exotic cursive. The name evoked images of men in black leather chaps, carrying crop riders and wearing peaked caps. Cassandra’s lack of experience in this kind of thing lent to her naïve exaggeration. It didn’t help once they made it past the doorman and wandered into an open floor doused in a ghastly, black light. The floor was a black carpet. At the center of every table was a brass pole that rose into the obsidian ceiling. At the forefront was a runway bordered with white tiny light bulbs. Along the walls were circular booths, also sprouting their own shiny tower.

Cassandra noticed none of that. Astride almost every pole was a half-naked, muscle-bound, pelvis-thrusting, stud of a man jerking his body to the boom of the music. At their feet were a throng of women, laughing themselves silly, showering the man in front of them with crumpled one dollar bills. Closest was a golden eagle fellow, his most covering article of clothing being the bright red speedo whose censorship of his man knob Cassandra rated between poor and non-existent. His chest was a broad landscape of squared pecs and vascular traps. Washboard abs descended towards a V shaped notch between his hips. His golden-brown feathers were styled in a majestic swoop at the back of his head, making his sleek eyes and beak look all the more handsome. The only other piece accompanying his speedo was the white collar and little red bow tie that clung to his neck.

An entire platoon of equally statuesque men swung and grinded on the tables around him. Chittering beneath the crush of music were the maniacal giggles of the women who watched them. Cassandra’s heart thudded in her chest. Her toes curled in their shoes and the tip of her tongue slipped across her lips. Maria next to her was grinning from ear to ear, drinking in the debaucherous sight before her. She was a regular here. She knew many of the performers’ real names.

“Isn’t it nice?” she said leaning over to her nervous friend. She had to raise her voice over the music.

Cassandra summoned a smile and nodded. “Yeah! These guys… They’re real nice looking.” That was putting it lightly.

“Hell yeah they are,” Maria said, then cackled.

A host approached them. He was a human with dark skin. Fanciful tattoos wound across his upper body. His smile was radiant among the soft layer of makeup that prettied his face. He wore the usual collar and bowtie with black leather pants. “Hi! Welcome to The Whip! How many?” His voice was cheery and effeminate.

Maria held up two fingers. “Two, please.”

“Alright! Is it OK if you sit with other people?”

Cassandra wanted nothing less than to be around anyone else other than Maria. “That’s fine!” Maria said.

“OK! Right this way.” He guided them to the floor and towards a table occupied by four other women; two seats were empty. At the pole was a strapping black jaguar, his shocking blue eyes sitting within a block of chiseled features. He spared the two newcomers a welcoming smile as they sat down. Dozens of crumpled bills were scattered around his feet. “Do you two need menus?” the host asked.

Maria shook her head no. “I’ll take one,” Cassandra said. [i]Gonna need a drink or two. Maybe a snack. Anything to distract me from all this. Tonight’s gonna be long.[/i] Next to her was a human woman about her age. The way she cooed and hooted at the dancer meant she had probably drunk a few already. [i]Maybe some drinks’ll put me in the mood.[/i]

Their dancer slowed to a stop to face his latest audience. “How are you girls, tonight?” His voice was deeper than the bass blasting from the speakers around him.

“We’re doing great!” said Maria. She rubbed Cassandra’s upper back. “This is my friend’s first time at a place like this.”

“Oh, welcome. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Cassandra gave him a demure smile. “Cassandra.”

“Hi, Cassandra. I’m Nix.”

[i]A stage name, no doubt.[/i] “Hi, Nix.”

Maria nudged her. “C’mon. Get those bills out. He won’t do anything crazy unless we give him a reason to.”

Cassandra looked at the bills around the stage. “They haven’t tipped him enough already?”

Maria shot her a look. “That’s not why. You gotta keep it raining. Watch.” Maria opened her clutch purse. Inside was a thick stack of over 200 one dollar bills. She pulled the whole thing out, peeled off a few Washingtons, then launched them onto Nix’s table. Before they even hit the illuminated floor he rewarded her with a fanciful twirl around the pole. His thick, black tail swooped across the edge of the stage just feet away. “See? You got money. Make him do somethin’ with it.”

Cassandra sighed and dug into her purse. Maria had made her withdraw her own stack of bills when they visited the ATM. [i]This could be going to something so much better,[/i] she thought as she carelessly pinched off some ones and tossed them at Nix. Her purchase was well-appreciated. Nix came to a stop with his back facing her, one beefy arm latched to the pole above his head. Suddenly, his body plummeted to the stage into a horizontal split, gaping his thighs and buttocks to their absolute. He looked over his shoulder at her, a lewd smile cocking his lips.

Squeals all around. Even Cassandra felt a grin coming on in spite of herself. Maria nudged her again. “More! More!”

Cassandra plucked some more money and tossed them over. Nix’s tail curled over his hind end and flicked to the other leg. He jutted his ass at her with a graceful bend of his back, displaying a level of flexibility that caught her off guard. Peering at her was the bottom swell of his bulge, a fat scarlet cherry enticing her inspection. Cassandra didn’t need any more goading from Maria. She tossed more money, earning another flick of Nix’s tail and a jaunty clench of his glutes. Cassandra blushed hard. The women around her laughed their heads off and tossed some money of their own. Maria was applauding her friend and the stud in front of her. Cassandra was having fun.

Nix continued his routine, returning to the beat of the music and displaying the full dexterity of his hips, legs, and buttocks. Cassandra quickly became his most generous donator, adding a veritable mountain of cash to the stage. She flagged down a waiter and ordered a cocktail. It was gone quicker than one of her coffees, thus was quickly replaced. With the flow of alcohol came a greater flow of cash. Nix’s pile soon became the envy of other dancers around him, all because of the tipsy human woman at his table. He made sure to bring all his focus on her. She was his biggest fan, after all.

The song came to an end, and so did the performers’ dances at each table. Perfect timing, Cassandra had just given up the last dollar in her purse. She was working on her fourth drink, swimming in quite a buzz when she watched Nix step off his stage. Cassandra clapped as he walked away. “Good job, sweety!” she hollered. Nix looked back at her and winked. Cassandra blew him a kiss.

Maria shook her friend’s shoulder, chuckling hard. “Having fun yet?” she asked.

Cassandra turned in her seat towards her with a sultry smile and ruddy cheeks. “Oh shit. I’m having a fucking blast.”

“Good! Glad to see you turn around.”

“Is he coming back?”

“No. It’s time for some guys to dance up on the stage.”

Everyone turned in their seats towards the center runway. The lights on the walls dimmed while the ones running around the center stage brightened. The DJ’s voice echoed out of the speakers. “Alriiiiiiiight! Is everyone having a good night?” Cheers and whistles, the loudest of which came from Cassandra whose fist was high above her head. “Niiiiiiice. Well if you’ve had fun already, just wait until you see what we’ve got lined up next! Some of our best dancers are itching to give you ladies a night to remember! Who’s ready?”

“[i]Woooooooooo![/i]” hollered Cassandra.

“First up! We’ve got a fan favorite to set the mood right! He’s a young fellow ready to strut his stuff and make a name for himself! Give it up for [i]Elllll Tigre![/i]”

From the black curtains emerged a human performer wearing a Mexican wrestling mask and shorts. The mask was orange, decked with stripes slashing around its ferocious eye slits. His skin was a deep bronze, tautly wrapped around a stunningly devout musculature. His shorts were no more than a censor bar across his hips. Swelling out of it the front was a mound of manliness Cassandra wouldn’t have been able to fit in her hand. His entrance was met with thunderous applause and ear-splitting whistles. With his shorts so tightly packed with his organ, Cassandra could see why he was a crowd favorite.

He stood there completely still, one foot out in front of the other, his arms hanging by his sides as if ready to pump him into a sprint. Instead, they remained as still as the rest of him, building a great tension surrounding what his next move would be. He waited until the crowd got quiet before he made a boastful strut towards the dance pole. He was met with squeals and yelps the whole way, reaching a climax once he gripped the pole.

Cassandra was on the edge of her seat along with everyone else. He held the club captive with presence alone. His foot swung out in front of him, leaning backwards and plummeting his stout frame to the stage floor below. Suspended only by the heavy hand gripping the pole he lowered himself until his back was almost parallel to the ground. His head hung from his shoulders limply. Once again he went motionless, holding himself there for several seconds until the crowd was silent

Then the music began, and so did he.

It was a lively jig consisting of acrobatic twirls and defiant thrusts. In such a stocky frame he was able to maneuver himself in ways that made Cassandra’s eyes bulge from their sockets. His grace outshone everything else, even his luxurious physique and blessed endowment. The latter was put on better display when he relieved himself of his shorts, leaving himself in woefully inadequate speedo. It hugged his scepter so closely Cassandra thought she could count the wrinkles from where she sat.

Her face grew hot, and not just because of the alcohol. El Tigre was truly mesmerizing in a way that would’ve wowed her even if he wasn’t the pinnacle of masculinity (although that definitely helped). She found herself admiring him not for his sexual display, but for his raw skill and undeniable stamina. Cassandra’s thighs rubbed together. [i]If I could just get him into bed. Maybe I’d finally-[/i]

Her breath caught in her lungs with a gasp. She shot upright in her seat. Shock rippled through her chest. Maria was in front of her, facing the stage. She didn’t notice. Just about everyone else was focused on El Tigre, so there was no way they would’ve seen Cassandra’s intoxication crash headfirst into startled sobriety.

El Tigre was at the end of his dance, once again gripping the pole with one hand and sliding his foot out so that he hung down towards the floor. This time his back was to Cassandra, showing off an expansive range of sharp back muscles. That’s not what she was focused on. Not at all. El Tigre’s right hand was above him, holding onto the pole. The back of his was towards Cassandra and Maria.

On it, near the corner of his thumb and index finger, was a small black mole.

Cassandra’s heart was thumping so hard in her ears that she did not react to the whooping applause rewarding El Tigre for his performance. She was the only one who didn’t cheer. In fact, she was dead silent, a sickly pallor having fallen on her face.

El Tigre stood up and took a bow. He gathered his discarded shorts off the stage and disappeared through the curtains. Cassandra gathered herself and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her moment of shock. Maria turned in her seat towards her, beaming. “Wasn’t he amazing?” She didn’t seem to recognize anything was wrong, nor noticed what Cassandra had.

Cassandra smiled and nodded rapidly. “Oh yeah, he sure was.” She looked into the gap between the curtains where she had last seen El Tigre. “He sure was.”

Backstage, El Tigre was dying inside of his mask. It looked cool, but [i]damn[/i] was it a pain in the ass to perform in. Sweat was flooding inside of it like moist clay. His lungs burned and his heart pounded. He was an athletic fellow, but it was still taxing.

He made it to the makeup studio where other performers were either getting ready or about to leave. He sat in an empty chair next to Nix, real name Jacob, who was taking out his blue contacts. In their wake were dull, yellow irises. He plucked the last one out and blinked. “Sounds like you had a good show.” His voice lacked the thrum from earlier, now possessing a certain gay flair.

Jaime peeled off his mask, revealing a visage glistening with sweat. “Ah… Thanks. I heard you made a shit load of tips tonight.”

Nix smiled at him. “Sure did. Some human lady went crazy on her first night. Got drunk as hell. Wouldn’t shut up. Hell, I ain’t mad. Made some nice money off her. Think I might treat myself to a little somethin’, somethin’.”

Jaime cackled. “Yeah, you do that.”

***

Jaime showed up the following Monday absolutely beat. He worked Saturday and Sunday nights too, The Whip’s second and third most popular days. Friday nights were the worst. Coming off of work and going almost right into dancing was a pain in the ass. Saturdays were manageable, but working Sundays meant staying up all night and waking up early the next morning. He zombie-walked his way to his table in front of Cassandra’s office. [i]Hope she doesn’t run my ass today.[/i]

To his pleasant surprise, she didn’t. In fact, Jaime went the entire first half of his shift without a single call into her office. Instead she got up and made her own coffee runs every time she needed a refill. Her first journey had her giving Jaime a warm smile and wishing him a good morning. Perplexed, but not at all complaining, he gave it right back.

Only after break did she finally ask him to do something. She had a memo for him to deliver upstairs. She handed him a laminated paper and told him where to go. He grabbed it, but her grip held it in place between them. He didn’t yank again. “Ma’am?”

Cassandra’s eyes were down. They shot up to meet his. “Oh! Sorry. Here you go.” She let go of the paper. “Take your time. It’s nothing serious.”

“OK,” he said, a little confused.

Her cheeks dimpled when she smiled. “Thank you, Jaime.”

The rest of the day went on without incident. Jaime found himself nodding out a few times, eventually passing out for a few winks. He jerked back to reality and frantically searched for the time. It was a little after 4, almost closing time. He marveled at his luck. [i]Today was pretty easy! Wonder what put Ms. Summers in such a good mood?[/i]

His celebration was cut short by Cassandra buzzing his intercom just short of closing time. He reported at once, swearing that if she asked for some coffee that he would lose his mind. He found Cassandra behind her desk when he peeked his head through the door. “Yes, Ms. Summers?”

“Come in, Jaime. Close the door behind you.”

His stomach turned to lead. That didn’t sound good. He stepped inside and gently closed the door. “Is everything alright?” he asked timidly.

“Oh, don’t worry. Everything’s just fine. Say, are you busy tonight? Do you think you can spend maybe an hour here after closing and help me with something?”

He betrayed as little disappointment as he could. [i]I knew this day was going too well. The urge to lie was strong. I’m doing something with my family, or it’s my brother’s birthday, anything to get him out of there.[/i] It wasn’t like he was being paid extra. Against his wishes, he spoke automatically. “Yes ma’am. I can do that.” He glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. 4:58. Everyone else was getting ready to clock out if they hadn’t already.

“Good. I just wanted to say that I’ve been very happy with how you’ve been working here, Jaime. You’re doing an amazing job.”

“Thank you, Ms. Summers.”

She gestured to the chair in front of her. “Have a seat, please.”

“What do you need me to do, today?” he asked as he sat down with his hands on his knees.

“Oh, I just wanted to talk about your internship. I think it’s in the office’s best interest if we started your official employment instantly.”

It was like a spark had gone off behind his eyes. That wonderful smile she loved so much floated his lips. “Really?”

She nodded. “Really. I wanted to discuss the terms with you in private.”

“OK. Of course.” It didn’t occur to him that it might not have been necessary for everyone else to leave.

“You’re a hard worker, you get along with everyone else, you do as you're told, and I like having you around. I think all of that means you get extra benefits.”

Bubbles started fizzling in his gut. This was too good to be true. “Thank you, Ms. Summers! That’s… really nice!”

“Mmm, I’m glad.” Cassandra stood up and walked past him to the window. Jaime turned in his seat to watch her. She peered around to see if anyone was left in the office. There weren’t any. She lowered the blinds and tilted them closed.

The sound of the door locking hit Jaime like a sledgehammer.

Cassandra turned around with a sultry smile on her face. “You know, Jaime, there aren’t a lot of men like you who come in here. Usually they’re the surly type who get on my nerves. Guys out of college who think they’re hot shit, that they can prove themselves and get promoted really easily. The kind that think they’re entitled to success just for who they are.”

Jaime remained frozen, his face completely blank. He was deathly afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing. “OK… Ma’am.”

“Don’t worry. My point is that you’re not one of them. You’re a hard worker, but you don’t think that means you deserve anything and everything. You’re the kind of man I need.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She stepped forward, bringing herself to the very back of his chair, hovering her titanic breasts over the backrest. Jaime leaned away, conscious of how close she was. His eyes made one quick dash to her tits before coming back to meet hers. “Relax, sweety. Sit back. Don’t let me intimidate you.”

[i]Too late for that.[/i] He reluctantly sat back in his chair and faced towards the empty desk. He felt her loom behind him like a building about to collapse. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She laid her hands on his shoulders, making him jolt. The muscles beneath her fingers were firm to the touch, barely giving way. She liked that. She liked that a lot. “You’re very athletic, you know. Do you work out?”

He felt his throat tightening. “Yes ma’am. Ah… sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Hush. You have to do a lot to maintain a body like this. What do you do? Lift weights? Run? Gymnastics?” She leaned into him, blanketing the top of his head with the shadow of her tits. “Dancing?”

A moment of silence passed. “Yeah, about all of that. I uh… dance sometimes.”

She began massaging his shoulders. “Mmm, I bet you do. I bet the girls go crazy over you.”

He cracked a small smile. “Yeah. Kind of.”

“Kind of? Please, Jaime. I know a looker when I see one. You’ve got a bod to die for, and I’d like to see more of it.” [i]Although I already have.[/i]

Reluctant optimism hovered inside him. “You would?”

“Mmhmm. I think it would be a nice term in your contract here, if you’d show it to me.” She leaned her head over his shoulder, peeling her face into his peripheral. He looked at her, seeing himself in those startlingly green eyes of hers. “Do you want to see mine?”

The answer was an emphatic ‘yes’, but reasonable doubt kept him reticent. “I… I think so.”

“Yes or no question, Jaime. Don’t worry if the answer’s ‘no’. You won’t offend me.”

He had a very strong feeling that the opposite was true. He told her the truth. “Yeah. I would.”

She stood upright. “Good.” She came from around the chair, towards the desk. Jaime watched her hips sway dramatically with each step. Leaning back against the desk with the edge sinking into her enormous backside, she shrugged her jacket off. She started unbuttoning her shirt with a gaze resolutely locked on the man before her. A highway of cleavage was presented to him, held aloft by a black bra several cup sizes bigger than anything he’d ever seen on a woman. Her tummy was a doughy column of pale skin flanked by smooth handles. Cassandra laid her hands on the edge of the desk, letting the flaps of her shirt fall wayside to her colossal bosom. “Now let’s see yours.”

Jaime blinked. A tunnel had devoured his focus, honing every bit of his thought on those magnificent jugs. “Yes ma’am.” He stood up from the chair and hurriedly unclipped his tie.

“Ah, ah. Slowly.”

“Right. Sorry.”

She smiled. “It’s OK.”

He unbuttoned his shirt methodically, showing off his own admirable chest and torso. He went the extra mile and took it all the way off, reintroducing her to his glory. His confidence no longer foundered. This was what he was made to do.

Cassandra purred. “Very nice.” Next went her pants and shoes. They were unceremoniously kicked aside. Jaime saw her matching underwear, an enormous patch of black nylon that sank into her hip flesh. The G-string clung to the contour of her womanhood protectively. “Now you,” she said.

He did not hesitate. He was down to his underwear in just a few, deliberately drawn-out seconds. They were an orange pair of boxer briefs. Slung from his crotch to his left thigh was a dangerous cock bulge. It looked even bigger up close.

Cassandra did not remove her next piece. She turned around and presented the strap of her bra. “Be a dear, Jaime. Undo this bra for me.”

He grinned like an idiot. “Yes ma’am.” One stride brought him up to her. He pinched the straps, unclasping it.

“Mmm, thanks, sweety.” She put her hands to her breasts and turned around. Her hands came down slowly, allowing the straps to descend her upper arms and the cups to slink off of her breasts. They drifted to the floor like a leaf in autumn. Staring back at Jaime were a pair of hot pink nipples the size of apples. They turned stiff in the AC, sprouting a miniature forest of bumps. She gave her breasts a lift, demonstrating their immensity. Her hands sank several inches into them. “You like them?”

The jostle of his penis from within his underwear should’ve been an answer enough. He nodded.

“Mmmmm, I’m glad.” Her eyes fell to his belt line. “Now let me see the rest of you.”

The Grand Finale. “Yes ma’am.” He dipped his thumbs into the frontside of his waistband, above his pubis. They swept out towards his hips then began pushing the underwear down. There was the top frizz of his pubes, then his bush, then the first inch of shaft. It all came in agonizingly slow procession as his thumbs descended next to his thighs, a skill he had perfected. Watching her face drop with his thumbs was almost as satisfying as the joy he saw in her eyes.

At last his underwear reached his knees. He brought his legs together, allowing it to fall to his ankles. Swinging from his loins was an organ as impressive as it was arrogant, colored by a pigment just a shade darker than the rest of him. The tip hung closer to his knees than his pelvis. It was half-wrapped in a snug cocoon of foreskin. Branched across that limpen pole was a delta of veins, testament to his fecundity. A sharp flex made it bounce and peeled the foreskin back.

Cassandra’s thighs squeezed together. “Well… You’re more man than I thought.”

“Thank you, Ms. Summers.” Saying that humbly was a challenge.

“Ah, ah. Please.” She grabbed her panties and pushed them down her legs, unveiling her eager chalice. “Call me Cassandra.”

She stepped up to him, bringing her bosom within inches of him. Both of her hands came up to fondle his penis. It was hot, heavy, and on its way to becoming hard. She stroked it with just the very tips of her fingers, rolling his foreskin on and off of his cock helmet. “So big. Now I know you’re popular with the ladies.”

He bit his lip. “Ahah… Thanks.” Rapidly stiffening within her grasp, he returned the favor by handling her breasts. The skin was impossibly soft, inviting him to rest his face and take a nap. He glided his bronzed hands around her pail matronage. They wobbled and shook fantastically. Lifting them up and letting them drop was incredibly fun.

It lit a fire inside of her. Her cunny became a swamp of hot juices that moistened her inner thighs. Once he was at full staff she guided him into between her legs, meeting hard, dark flesh with soft, white skin. The topside of his shaft brushed her slit, causing her to gasp. For him it was like a blanket of love, hot and fresh out of the dryer. They both shivered.

He came forward, sliding his dick further between her legs and flattening her tits with his chest. His beefy arms wrapped around her while his face angled up to meet hers. They closed their eyes and kissed. Her hands were still on his penis, gently rubbing it on her burning pussy. A stream of her arousal slicked his shaft and glistened her skin. With the occasional smack of her lips came the occasional sigh of delight. He was so strong, so big. She needed him inside of her.

Their mouths fell apart with a gasp. “Jaime…” she sighed.

His eyes opened to see her swooning. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Mmmm, I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“But first, I gotta ask you something.”

“Ma’am?”

She opened her eyes. “Do you think you can handle me?”

That caught him off guard. “Like… in sex?”

“Yes, in sex.” She humped on his dick. No longer did she moan. “I’ve met a few men in my life who thought they could. They were wrong. They always are. Last guy I dated I had to drop because I burnt him out. Good riddance, I say. Weak guys aren’t worth my time, not when I’ve got a job to do.”

Jaime winced. Her slow but adamant humping had his pecker hard like diamond. “OK. I think I can… Mmm, do you better. I’m a… strong guy.”

“Mmmm, I hope so.” She stopped humping and backed off. His cock charged out in front of him, shining with her pussy juices. She backed into the desk and sat on the edge. Her chunky legs parted, showing him her gnarly flower. Flanking her boiling gash were thin trails of black crotch fur. The skin of her inner thighs shone. She rubbed her index and middle fingers down her lips, spreading them so that he could see the fiery pink inside. “Be a good boy and come give momma a taste.”

His foreskin peeled off of his glans entirely as his cock flexed. “Yes ma’am~” He strode forward and leaned over to kiss her mouth a couple times before descending to his knees. Before him was a yawning crevice of hot love, billowing its aroma across his face. He saw in fierce detail every fold, hair, and reflection of the light. Beneath her chunky cunt lips was a wrinkled crater of brown, less potent but demanding equal attention. He looked up through the space between her breasts, seeing her patient smile. He returned it while smooching the insides of her thighs, then letting the tip of his tongue loose on her cunny.

Her entire body shuddered at once. “Huhhhh~! Uhhhhhhh…” She flexed her toes in her socks and let her head hang down her shoulders. “Yes. Like that.”

He kindly obeyed, rimming the perimeter of her lips and manipulating them. He would scrape past the zenith of her slit where a folded hood of flesh contained her pearl. Every pass would earn him a moan or gasp. For now his focus on it was sparse. His main assault on it would come later. He closed his mouth on her vulva, carefully gnawing her with his lips while continuing to jab with his tongue. He brought his thumb to her pucker and pressed on it gently. He felt it tweak and flex randomly.

“[i]Huhhh! Ohhh… Yes… Ohhhh, so good. I like that.[/i]” Her expression phased between stoic joy and acute desperation. She could see only the top half of his face, his upper lip being obscured by her black pubes. His eyes were closed, opening every other moment or so to gaze into hers. [i]Fuck, he’s so handsome.[/i]

The hand not pressing her tail hole hooked itself around her thigh and hugged it to the side of his head. She followed suit with the other, gently locking him within a cushiony grip. He began his journey towards her clit, piercing the protective hood with his tongue and then flicking at it. It got the reaction he hoped. Her hamstrings bulged and jittered around his head. Sharper gasps inflated her lungs through a mouth formed into an O.

“[i]Uhhh! Uhhh! Yes! Oh my God! Mmmmm, Jaime! Huhhhhhh![/i]”

He closed his lips around her pearl and suckled it while continuing his deft tongue strikes. The hand around her thigh came off and crept up beneath his mouth so that he could dip his middle finger inside her cunt. He went in palm-up, gliding slowly until he felt the spongy clot of nerves that was her G-spot. Just the faintest nudge along with his rude slurping on her clit sent Cassandra into a fit. Her legs squirmed and kicked on his back. Every part of her jiggled and shook rapidly. Her voice peaked into a constant squeal, something she couldn’t hope to control, not when she was flying so high on Jaime’s tongue.

She came hard, very hard, singing his praises with a very loud howl of joy. Her legs tightened on his head, trapping it in a pillowy vice of wobbling softness. Her hips bucked erratically, grinding on his face and smearing it with her creamy cum flood. Jaime bore every bit of it. He didn’t stop working his tongue and jutting his finger until she was done cumming.

She was in heaven. “Huhhh… Huhhh… Huhhh… Oh my God… Fucking hell… Jaime, sweetheart… Oh, I needed that. Ohhhhhh~”

He gently pried her legs off of his head and smiled up at her with a mouth pasted in cum. “I’m glad you liked it!”

“Mmmmmmmm, me too. Haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

“I’d be happy to make you do it again~”

“Good. Think you can do it with that cock of yours?”

Jaime stood up. He held his pillar by the base, aiming it up at her. “I can try.”

“Mmmm, you certainly can.” She slid off the desk onto a pair of rubbery legs. She turned around and kicked her knee onto it. Looking over her shoulder at him she grabbed her haunch and gave it a lift. When she let go it came crashing down, wobbling for a long time. “Come here, big boy~”

“Yes, ma’am~” He came closer and slid his muscular arms on her hips. His palms were rough and calloused. Bringing himself closer he pushed his cock through her buttocks, once again glancing it across her soaked cunny. He kissed the back of her neck and cheek while sliding his beefy hands around her tummy.

She appreciated the affection but needed something else. She grinded on his dick needfully. “Come on, now. Don’t leave me waiting.”

He murred. “No ma’am.” He grabbed his penis and brought it into her pussy. It slid past her entrance then glided inside.

Cassandra took a deep breath. “Ohhh~” He filled her to the brim, reaching depths and stretching her flesh like no other man had. She slid her hand down and rubbed around her clit, currently pressed into the breadth of his shaft. “So fucking good…”

“I haven’t started fucking yet,” he said, not without a hint of boasting.

“Mmmm, then why don’t you start for us?”

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled back and thrusted forward, flattening her ass with his hips. He utilized his entire body with each push, going slowly and deeply.

Her head swooned. “[i]Ohhh… Huhhh! Yes![/i]”

He went at a steady rhythm. His hands latched to her ass and pulled them in time with his thrusting. “That’s nice, ah?”

“[i]Ohhhh, yes! Huhhhh…[/i]”

“Think I can handle you now?”

“[i]Huhhhh… I think you’ve proven yourself enough already. Ohhh…[/i]”

“Very nice, but I think I can do more~”

“[i]Ohhhh… I’d like to see you try~[/i]” She giggled.

“Oh, I will. I think you’ll like it.”

“[i]Mmmmm, yeah, I think so too.[/i]”

And she did. He gathered momentum with a series of butt-clenching thrusts that pummeled her ass. His nuts swung out behind him and would careen into her vulva, bringing back with it flecks of her pussy fluids. She cried out dearly, barely able to hold herself up on the desk anymore. The foot clinging to the edge started to slip. Jaime kept it in place with a firm grip on her ankle.

“[i]Ohhh! Huhhh! Ohhhhhhhh fuck! Mmmmm, I think you’re gonna make me cum again… Yes![/i]”

“Think you’ll cum again, ah? Haha… You’re easier than I thought you’d be!”

She blushing face got even redder. “[i]Huhhh… I’m not done with you yet…. Mmmm… Pretty boy… Huhhhh! Huhhhhhhhh[/i]!”

“No, hehehe. I didn’t think so. And I’m not done with you either.” He went harder. His pace was even, but the residual [i]plap-plap[/i] of her ass being struck echoed louder and louder. With it came her rising voice, one that carried far beyond her office window and into the cubicles beyond. Jaime wasn’t even panting. His muscles had yet to fatigue. The huffs and grunts that left him were purely from the delight of having his cock milked by such a beautiful woman.

Cassandra was at her breaking point once more. She barely had time to announce her oncoming climax when her voice trailed into such an ear-piercing wail that she could no longer speak. A siren of delight collapsed into a throaty gurgle once her ecstasy finally burst. More spasms quaked through her body. Jaime felt her cunt grip him mightily while more cream gushed down his shaft and congealed around the hilt, just above his balls.

He didn’t stop fucking her. He cheered on her second orgasm with a hearty chuckle. “Yeeeaaaaaaaah. Haha… I love it when you do that.”

It was like her euphoria, though no longer on its peak, was being stretched out by his continuous thrusting. “[i]Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh! And I fucking… Ohhh… Love it when you make me do it… Ohhhh God.[/i]”

“Haha… Yes ma’am. I’ll do it as many times as you like.” He pulled his hand back and whipped it across her haunch.

[i]Smack![/i]

“[i]Ah![/i]” she yelped, then laughed. “[i]Ahahaha… Mmmmmm~[/i]”

He went on for a few moments until inevitable he felt himself riding the final stretch towards his peak. “Hahhhhhhh… Cassandra… I’m gonna cum. [i]Hahhhh! I’m cumming![/i]”

“[i]Oh yes. Yes. Fucking cum. Yes. Huhhh God. Do it.[/i]”

He was loathe to disobey. He pulled out of her with a single long pull and slapped his soaked dick on the top of her ass crack. His fist closed around his foreskin and jerked it hard. “[i]Hyeeuuuuhhhh~![/i]” The first rope of cum spewed out of him high enough to strike Cassandra in the back of her neck. She ducked her head into her shoulders with a yelp, right before another shot speckled her upper back. “Huhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah~” he growled. The last drop drooled free from his cock and he finally let go. His pride soared in his chest like an eagle. The sight of his molten love whipped and spewed across her back was like a flag atop a mountain. It was on the downswing of his pleasure that he realized he may have fucked up. “Hahhh… Hahh… Shit. I’m sorry. Fuck…”

Cassandra straightened her neck and swiped some of the cum that had been squished between her head and nape. “No, no… You’re fine. Whooo…” She slid her foot off the edge of the desk. “I should’ve told you inside. You did the smart thing.”

He backed off. His dick was beginning to droop. “Sorry. I wish I had a condom.”

“I said you were fine,” she said while turning around. “And we won’t need one. I’m on the pill and clean like a whistle.” [i]Probably would’ve been wise to preface with that, but whatever.[/i]

He sighed with relief. “Ah, that’s good.”

This sight of her cum latched to his pole was a satisfying sight, almost as satisfying as the afterglow of her climax. “I hope that’s not all you have left for me.”

“Oh, I’ve got some left. Just need a minute or two to get hard again.”

“In that case, why don’t I give you a hand?” She dropped to her knees and beckoned him over. He grinned and came forward with his soddened cock swinging in front of her face. The stench of his manhood was battling that of her cum, creating a sickening miasma. She lifted his pole with her hand and began stroking it. She blessed him with a tiny kiss on the flank. “God, I wish all men were as big as you.”

“Ah, then would I be as special?”

“Mmm, no.” Her tongue slipped free and lapped the underside of his foreskin. She could taste herself on him. She circled her tongue around his cock, drawing it in a circle. Finally her mouth parted so that she could engulf the head, giving him the first suckle.

“Ahh… That’s good. Mmm,” he huffed.

Her hand tugged up and down across the bottom half of his length. The rest was ensconced between her sealed lips. She murred through her nose, adoring his weight and texture. She could feel his blood humming along the many veins winding through his shaft. It wasn’t long until he was back to full staff, jutting his cock into her maw. She continued sucking for a few moments, making him wince. An intense ache stabbed through his length, but it was outweighed by the joy of being sucked.

She parted with an airy sigh. “Looks like you’re good to go,” she purred. Her hand continued stroking him, unable to get enough of how hard he was.

“It looks like you are too. How do you want it next?”

“Mmm, be a good boy and get on your back. I think I’ll do the work from here.”

“Yes ma’am~” He sat down and laid himself across her rug.

Cassandra walked over to his side on her knees. She kicked one leg over to straddle him. She was right over his chest, her colossal ass hovering over his head. His world was eclipsed. Pouring on his face was the heat of her ravaged cunt and booty hole. Droplets of his cum were drying on the skin of her back and ass. Her wrinkled crater winked at him. She looked down at him over her shoulder. “Like the view?”

He grinned and nodded. “Yes ma’am. I really do.”

“Good.” Her ass came down on him like an avalanche, crashing onto his head and vanishing it within a dual cushion of soft, jiggly ass. Only the very top of his scalp remained, peeking out from within the curtain of her buttocks. Her pussy squashed his mouth and nose. The heat was suffocating, drawing a heavy flow of perspiration. She swayed her hips on him. “Mmmmm, comfy~”

A muffled hum of agreement echoed from her cheeks. “Mmmmmmm~” He held onto her thighs for dear life and reintroduced his tongue to her pussy. He didn’t bother with building up to licking her clit. He went right at it with reckless abandon in a chaotic series of flicks, jabs, and lashes.

“[i]Ohhhhhh yes! Uhhhhh, you know I like that~[/i]” She leaned forward, splaying her hands across his abs. Her backside swung itself into a circle, dragging along his head and face. It would wag it back and forth, waving out each ass cheek and slamming it back into the other. She utterly pulverized him, smothering his mouth in thick, hot pussy juices. “[i]Ohhhhhhh! Huhhh! Jaime! Mmmmmmm, that’s good… Huhhhh… Yes…[/i]”

Jaime could do no more than use his tongue and grope around her lower body, honking her ass and clinging to her thighs. Oxygen was in low supply. Each breath was either a mouthful of girlflesh or hot booty stench. He took deep breaths with each backwards roll of her ass when his mouth was briefly exposed, allowing at least a little bit of air. As heavenly as it was beneath her, he didn’t want to die there.

He didn’t have to worry too much. Cassandra’s excitement had her back on the peak of ecstasy in short order. Chaotic bouncing, rapid thrashes, and thunderous humps made her voice soar back up into the soprano heralding her third climax. More spasms, more cream. Jaime got an entire faceful, not that it fazed him any. He lapped away greedily, devouring as much of that womanly nectar as he could.

Cassandra vibrated atop him, her mouth flipping between smiles and gasps. “Ohhhhhhh, Jaime… Huhhhhhhhh…” She pried herself off with a moist squelch. His handsome visage had been defiled thoroughly. Her cum kept his eyes shut, sticking the lids together. He wiped his visor clean to see her fat behind looming above his face again, threatening to come roaring back down once more. Luckily it went away once she kicked her leg over him so that she could kneel at his side. Her finger traced along the borders of his muscles. “That was amazing~ I hope you enjoyed that too.”

He licked her product off his lips. “Yes! Haha. That was wonderful, although I thought you’d use this,” he said while holding his penis.

“I was going to, but then I thought I’d give that handsome face of yours for a spin.” She caressed his cheek, getting some of the gunk on her hand.

“Ah, I see. No problem with that, I suppose.”

“No, there definitely wasn’t.” Her leg kicked over him again, this time so that she could face him. Sitting on his tummy, she spread her hands across his pecs. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll ride your cock now.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind that at all.”

“I didn’t think so~” She reached behind her and grabbed his penis. It fell on her ass crack after she scooted back. She teased herself on him, throwing her behind in a sweeping circle and angling his dick along with it. He massaged her breasts, almost having forgotten how wonderful they were. She lifted herself up and let his dick fall flat on his pelvis. It was aimed upwards, then promptly sat on. “Ohhhh…”

Jaime rubbed her sides. A happy groan rumbled through his nose. “Fuck. That’s so good.”

Cassandra sat upright and put her hands over her tits. She swam in a pool of bodily delight, all thanks to the monument currently laying claim to her chalice. “[i]Mmmmm, it sure is.[/i]” Her body came up and then back down. It started a slow, leisurely process of sensual love making. Jaime kindly lay there and played with her tits, enjoying the sight of her face contorting and listening to the sounds she made. “Jaime…” she cooed.

“Yes ma’am?”

“[i]Nothing... I just love having sex with you… Mmmm…[/i]”

He chuckled. “I’m glad. You know, when I got the interview for this internship, they said it’d be an experience. I didn’t think it’d be anything quite like this, you know?”

She chuckled. “[i]Are you complaining?[/i]”

“Oh no no no. I’m quite satisfied with how this turned out.”

“[i]Mmmm, me too~ I’m gonna… Huhhh… Pay you extra good for this. Mmmm… You’re never gonna brew another cup of coffee ever again.[/i]”

[i]Oh thank God[/i]. “Glad to hear.”

“[i]Huhhh… I hope you can work outside of the office…[/i]”

“Oh yeah. I think I can make time. Ooh.” His cock was getting sensitive. The ache still thrummed in his shaft, but was merely a cinder of discomfort within a silky blanket of heaven.

“[i]Mmmm, are you enjoying it down there?[/i]”

“Ahah… I think you know the answer. Mmm.”

“[i]Let me hear you say it. Ahhh…[/i]”

“Ah shit. You’re pussy is so good. Ahah… Forgive my language.”

“[i]Mmm, no. That’s sweet, even if it’s a little crass,[/i]” she said with a laugh. “[i]And your cock is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Forgive my language~[/i]”

“Haha… You’re fine.” He petted her breasts. “Very fine…”

Soon her riding grew faster. She leaned harder on his chest, throwing her ass down on his lap and slamming her cheeks. [i]Wap-wap-wap-wap-wap![/i] She started getting loud again. Her breath beat out of her at a stormy pace. His name was on her lips, echoing through her office and through the walls. “[i]Jaime! Ohhhhhh! Jaime! Yes! Mmmmm! Jaime! Jaime![/i]”

He was faring no better. His masculine stoicism peeled away with the grip of white-hot delight on his cock. His jaw fell open to release his own chorus of moans. He contorted his face and curled his toes. He was about to cum. So was she. “[i]Ahhhhhhh, Cassandra! Ah, I’m close! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Huhhhhh![/i]”

Her entire body was plummeting down on him like a hydraulic press, smashing him into the scratchy carpet below. It was hardly noticed by either of them, especially on the eve of their final and mightiest climax. They came together, at once, harmonizing with an ear-wretching siren. Jaime thrusted his hips into the air, arching his entire body and lifting the tremendous woman with them. Cassandra’s head threw back, launching her orgasmic wail staight up above her. Jaime blew his load, striking the entrance of her womb and christening it with his love. Her own liquid product came gurgling around his plug, further marking it. For the briefest moment there was no office or workplace, but a field of heavenly colors sprouting across their bodies in unison.

Jaime’s hips slumped back down with a heavy sigh. Cassandra nearly toppled over, she was so wasted with delight. Finally she cracked a smile and rubbed her hands around his chest. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Jaime, sweetheart. Huhhhhh…” She rubbed the fur above her cunt where she could feel his warmth slushing around her womb. “That was incredible.”

Jaime was slumped out beneath her. “Whoo… I’m glad. Haha… I thought it was pretty good too.”

“Mmm, I can tell~” She pulled herself off of him, letting his dick fall limp. A fat slug of cum belched out of her pussy and onto his balls, bringing with it a powerful odor that made both their noses crinkle. “Wowza. Good thing I have Kleenex.” She kicked her leg off of him again and patted his belly. “Let’s get cleaned up. I’d rather not put my clothes on like this.” Just like that, it was back to business.

He blinked and sat up. “Ah, right. Yes ma’am.”

They took their time wiping themselves down. An awkward silence pervaded like it was the end of some casual meeting and not the best sex of their lives. She asked him to wipe the cum he had shot all over her back. It was not a sexy request, but a curt demand. He sheepishly obeyed.

They gathered their clothes and got dressed. “Well, I think you’ll do pretty well here at the office, judging by your performance. I’m glad I took you on.”

It sounded like the end of an interview. “Ah, thanks, Cassandra.”

“Ah, Ms. Summers. Only call me that when you’re servicing me.”

“Ah, sorry.”

“No worries.” She held her hand out. “You did a good job. I can’t wait until next time.”

He shook her hand. “Yeah, me neither. I can leave?”

She nodded. “Yup. You’re free to go.”

“OK. Bye, Ms. Summers.” He turned around and headed for the door.

Cassandra smiled. “Bye, El Tigre.”

He came to a halt in front of the door. He stood still for a few moments without saying anything before he finally opened it and left.

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