Cake Love: All Things Payne (30 page)

Chapter 17 - THE Jackoff ...

It is confirmed. The sounds coming from Mr. Payne's stall indicates he is indeed masturbating while fantasizing about me. I am kind of turned on right now. I mean, it's weird he is doing it at work, but to know he thinks of me like that when I'm not around ... yeah, I like it.

Mr. Payne is starting to groan with a few curse words here and there. I can feel my leg begin to cramp so I try to adjust my position. With stealth like ninja moves I manage to sit on the toilet seat and hug my knees to keep my feet from showing. I fist pump the air for my nimble awesomeness.

"That's it baby, take all I have to give you."

Damn he's making me wet. I want to just go over to his stall and swing open the door to tell him to take me right here. But I don't because it's the office bathroom, he's my boss and most importantly he has a fucking girlfriend. Oh wait, that's right she means more to him than a girlfriend!

If this is true why is he spanking the monkey while thinking of me? Now I feel sorry for Tiffany. As much as I still want to think of her as a money grabbing skank, it's awful she is dating a man who cheats on her and thinks of someone else while climbing mount baldy.

I almost want to invite her to the SWIM meets. Oh! I like that, SWIM meet. I can be so clever sometimes.

The rustling slows and then I hear, "Oh fuck! God I want to fuck you! Oh God Morgana!"

Silence. A moment later the door to the bathroom swings open and another male voice grumbles. Oh shit, Ken Brooks. No!

I can hear Mr. Payne pulling up his zipper and then a flush before he exits. Finally there is water running.

"Oh hello, Mr. Payne. Nice day we're having. Not used to seeing the sun until March. Ha. Ha." Mr. Brooks' voice comes loud and clear most likely the final words I will hear before my impending doom.

"Yup, lots of sun. I need to run. Have a bunch of paperwork to catch up on."

After the water is turned off there is some footsteps shuffling and then the door to the bathroom creaks. Just in time for the stall on the other side of me to close. There is more zipper noise, a burp, a fart, then an even longer fart and finally an "Ahhh."

What happens next I'd like to say is a miracle. I would like to say he urinates, flushes, washes his hands and then leaves, but I would be lying. He stays and poops and then shits again. Finally dumping what I can only assume is the contents of a refrigerator that's been left open for a month.

My eyes burn and I just want to curl up into the fetal position and rock myself away from this atrocious nightmare. The contents of my stomach (a partially digested everything bagel with cream cheese and coffee) begins to gurgle and beg for freedom.

After fifteen of the most repulsive minutes of my life Ken Brooks vacates the bathroom. Immediately I jump off the toilet and turn myself around in time to throw up the everything of that bagel. Weakly I walk to the sink and try to wash away the unclean, both imaginary and real.

When I finally get back to my desk I throw myself into the chair and lay my head on the table. A moment later I hear a tapping sound. Opening my eyes I see a hand pressing against the desk in front of my eyes.

"Ms. Drake."

I shoot upright and gaze hazily up to see Mr. Payne frowning at me.

"Is this how you spend your day when you think I am not in the office? Just lying around!"

My mouth refuses to open so I can only shake my head in response.

"The meetings for today got canceled, so looks like I'm going to be here the rest of the day. Come inside my office I need to go over some things with you."

He heads back towards his office door.

"What like you came inside the bathroom?" I mumble under my breath. He stops at the door frame and turns to me. Oh, God did he hear me?

"What did you say?"

"Uh ... let me just run to the bathroom first."

His brow crinkles as he nods, "Okay."

I race over to the lavatory and open it. The smell of the Brooks Bomb still pungent despite the cement wall separating the two rooms and the time lapse. I stay in the women's restroom for as long as I can stand then leave to head to Mr. Payne's office.

Taking my seat I look up into his eyes and smirk. My lips crinkle because I know. I am wise to the lust he has for me. There is a game we are playing and I hold the winning card but he has no idea I have it. This is going to be fun!

I lean back in the chair as he gazes over at me.

"Are you feeling all right, Ms. Drake? You look pale and you have a funny expression on your face."

"Oh I'm fine, Mr. Payne. One hundred percent grade A beef ... fine! In fact I think I'm a little hot. Do I look hot to you Mr. Payne?"

I pull at my blouse to fan myself and then start to unfasten a few buttons. If some of my seafoam green lace bra happens to flash him then it's totally my fault because I hold the cards! Ha! Ha!

"Ms. Drake what are you doing?" I see his hand slip down to his lap and it might just be grazing his cock. I can't be sure of that as there is a giant desk in the way, but it does look like it.

"I was in the bathroom a little while ago."

"I know you asked to use it before we had this meeting." He's shaking his head at me and smirks.

"No, before."

What am I doing? Seriously I am giving my golden ticket away. I am just so bad at this. This is why I can't play board games. Anytime I have an advantage I get too excited and ruin it for myself.

His eyelids lower in confusion but then widen at the realization of what I am saying.

"The women's bathroom you mean, right, Ms. Drake?"

I shake my head, "No the men's. The women's restroom was being cleaned so I had to use the men's. You know the one where you wanted me to take all of your cock."

He coughs and turns his head away staring at the plant in the corner.

Chapter 18 - THE Confrontation ...

It's been a full minute of complete silence. Mr. Payne just glares at that stupid plant. Okay, that plant isn't stupid; in fact I don't even think it has a brain. I'm just taking my anger out on the shrubbery and it has been through enough lately. Finally he turns to look at me.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Drake. That should never have happened."

I push my hands into the air and start blinking again. Perhaps I have a nervous tic.

"That's it? Just sorry. No explanation, no anything at all?"

He brings the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubs.

"What do you want me to say?"

I stand and walk over to him. Henrik turns his chair toward me and starts to get up but I push him back down. My finger digs into his chest as I get in his face.

"That you want me. That you need to break up with your girlfriend or whatever she is to you. I want you to stop fucking with me."

His eyes darken as he grips my finger firmly and yanks. I lose my balance and land on his legs. He pushes me down so I am lying across his lap, my ass in the air. His hands make quick work of my situation as he hitches up my skirt.

Henrik groans as his fingers spread across my ass and grope. I push back, not because I want to get up but because I want more.

"Yes I want you, Morgana. No I don't need to break up with anyone since I am not in a steady relationship. As for fucking you well ..." His voice trails off but is replaced with the sound of skin being slapped and I feel the sharp burn that accompanies it.

I have never been spanked before. It doesn't hurt like I thought it might, just stings ever so slightly but after there is a rush of pleasure that spreads over me. I whimper and start to grind into his legs.

"You like that my dirty girl. You want more don't you?"

"Yes." My voice is husky as I strain to get the word out.

Another slap to my other ass cheek comes and after he rubs it with his hand. A few more before I start to moan. His fingers skim to the edge of the lace and curve down under until he is pushing them inside me.

"Fucking Christ Morgana, you are so wet."

I start to gyrate again before he removes his fingers. After a moment he shifts to reach his other hand under my panties and deep inside my sex. As fast as they plunge inside the fingers are gone and I wonder what he is doing. Does he want to finger me or not and if so with what hand?

My question is quickly answered with his dripping fingers sliding across my lips and easing into my mouth. This is also something new to me, tasting myself. Books always describe it as sweet, but it's not. It's spicy and a bit salty but I am utterly aroused sucking on them.

"Taste how stunning you are."

I swirl my tongue around his fingers and moan my response. The fingers muffle my cries as he spanks me again and again and again. The slight burn is starting to increase to a raw ache even as his hands glide over my ass to soothe it.

"Get up."

Henrik drops his fingers from my mouth following his order. I rise to my feet and watch as he places the glistening fingers into his mouth. As his eyes travel up my body his other hand grips the large swelling between his thighs and starts to stroke.

"So are you just going to sit there and come in your pants or what?" I put my hands on my hips irritated yet immensely turned on by his posture.

Narrowing his gaze Henrik stops what he is doing and stands. He grabs my hips with force, spins me around and pins my legs to the desk. His hand creeps around my body and curls about my neck and jaw forcing my head back.

So, this is how I die. I knew my mouth would get me killed one day and this is it. My boss strangling me at his desk. Well, at least I am not alone with cats eating away at my dead body for survival like I envisioned.

"You and that smart mouth of yours, Ms. Drake." His tongue slips around my ear and down my neck causing my nipples to go on high alert.

"So is that your thing, Mr. Payne? A dirty girl with a smart mouth?"

Why can't I stop?
"For the love of god, Morgana, you are just asking to die now,"
my Brain pipes up.

"A little too late, Brain. By the way where have you been? I have been floundering without you."

Squinting her squiggly eyes at me and she shrugs,
"I warned you last time if you didn't listen to me you were on your own. This is all on you. I'm just sitting back eating popcorn now taking a much needed stay-cation. By the way, you put on one hell of a show."

Henrik's other hand reaches up from my hip to slip into the front of my blouse and lace bra to cup my breast. He kneads and pinches my nipple causing me to squirm into his very erect groin.

"You're my thing, Morgana." His deep voice vibrating across my neck sending shivers down my body.

That is when my mouth decides it might as well go down in flames and take me along for the ride. I blame my Brain for all this by the way, she should be here to help no matter what I say or do. I can hear her chuckling, and watch aghast as she grabs another handful of popcorn.

"Then show me, Henrik."

You see what my mouth does to me! I hate you mouth. Hate you.

"Oh, The feeling is quite mutual, Morgana. With Miss Prissy Brain out of the way I can finally get you back for all the times you forced me on some highly dubious dicks, not to mention a few of their mouths."
My Mouth informs with a curved smile that belongs only on an evil villain from the 1930s.

There is a sense of loss and cold as Henrik's hand leaves my breast. I can feel him doing something with his pants and hear his zipper. Pushing my legs apart he brushes my panties aside and rubs the tip of his cock over my drenched lips.

"Is this what you want, Morgana?" Henrik leans in to my ear grinding his dick between my thighs as his hand returns to my breast.

I'm about to answer when the door swings open.

"Hey Drake. I'm ready for lunch now. Sor ..." Evaleen stands at the entrance with her mouth wide and her eyes even larger. Both Henrik and I stop moving and I also stop breathing.

"Oh my god I am so sorry. I ... I ... uh ... oh god." Dropping her gaze she quickly shuffles backward out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Oh shit!

Chapter 19 - THE Beggar ...

Henrik is off of me faster than me finding the cake at a birthday party. I turn to see him lifting his zipper and adjusting himself. Oh, and he isn't looking at me. I push down my skirt and fix my bra and blouse. Still not looking at me.

He sits back at his desk and turns on his computer. And yet, still no eye contact. Seriously? This man has issues.

"You are just now figuring this out, Morgana?"
My Brain chimes in.

"If you aren't going to help me, Brain, then I suggest you leave your snarky comments to yourself."
I hear her huff and shove more popcorn in her squiggly mouth.

"So, that's it? Like nothing happened, same as usual." I'm still standing beside his chair, the one he just turned away from me.

"What do you want me to do, Morgana? The head of HR just found us in a very compromising position. I'm going to get as much work done as I can before they come in here with a cardboard box and security guard and ask me to clear out my desk."

He stops clicking away at his mouse and brings his hand up to his brow to wipe in frustration. Well if he's sacked so am I. Perhaps I can talk to Evaleen and save his job at least. No! Screw that. He's a millionaire, he'll be fine. I'm going to try to keep my job.

"Fine. You sit there and accept defeat, but I'm going to at least attempt to save my job."

I make my way around the desk and am just at the door when he stops me. His hand wraps around my arm halting my progress so I turn to face him and am shocked by what I see. He's nervous. I have never seen him this vulnerable before. Henrik expresses a cool and sometimes hostile confidence, but right now he is actually gnawing on his bottom lip. He looks ... cute.

"Wait. Um ... how are you going to do that?"

"Aww, Mr. Payne, are you worried?" I bring my hand up to his lip and give a good tug. He smacks my hand away and groans at me.

"Ms. Drake, I'm not your puppy dog. And last I checked I'm still your boss so if you could please just answer the question."

This is my stand now. I cross my arms in front of me and puff out my chest.

"You are, well a moment ago you were, much more than my boss which is why we are in this predicament. If I may quote the great classic Raising Arizona: 'H.I., you're young and you got your health, what you want with a job?'"

Mr. Payne's eyes widen and the biggest smile I have ever seen on him spreads across his face. I am afraid his face might break with the unusual expression.

"I'll come with you. We will talk to her together." Henrik reaches for my hand knitting his fingers with mine. I cast my gaze down at them confused by his affectionate move. When I look back up his eyes have turned a deep ocean blue as his fingers come to my chin to tilt my face up. I realize he's about to kiss me and as much as I can't keep my eyes from his lips we need to focus on not losing our jobs. I put my hand to his chest and push.

"Mr. Payne, the only way we can even hope to keep our jobs is by talking to Ms. Bechmann and not making out."

He peers into my eyes as if searching for something. A moment passes before he lets go of my hand and walks over to the door to open it.

"After you, Ms. Drake." Henrik waves his arm and I make my way to the hall.

As we enter Evaleen's office I see her eyes pop up to meet mine, widen and then her head drops as if trying to hide.

"I can see you, Bechmann. There's no point in hiding."

I take a seat on the other side of her desk as Mr. Payne sits in the one beside me. Evaleen gets up pointing to the door and walks toward it.

"I'll just shut the door then."

As she returns to her chair there is a long minute of silence. She flickers her gaze between me and Mr. Payne. Then more silence.

"Ms. Bechmann, I would just like to say it was-"

Evaleen holds up her hand stopping Mr. Payne instantly.

"No. Don't try to tell me it wasn't what it looked like because that's a load of bull and you know it. It was very much what it looked like, Payne. You had your hand down her shirt and your tongue on her neck. Was she choking and that is some new maneuver that I don't know about?"

Evaleen squints and tilts her head to him as Mr. Payne starts running his fingers through his hair in frustration. The Spanish have the running of the bulls, Mr. Payne has the running of the fingers.

"Fine. It was what you saw. It was completely my fault. I took advantage of my position so if you are going to fire anyone, fire me."

I turn to stare at Henrik in amazement that he would so easily walk away from a job I know he loves as much as I would love to have his job. The old me would hop at this chance and make a beeline for his position. I'm no dummy, I understand an opportunity when I see one, but I know him now. In this moment my heart bleeds a little trying to grow to fit him inside. As much as I hate the hot/cold action he has been giving me lately, I can't stop how I feel for him.

Oh no it's happened. I have become one of those douche people who stay on the telephone with someone and they go back and forth with, "You hang up first. ... No you ... No you ... No  ... Hello?" I will now do something that I never thought I would do in my life ... give up a job for someone else. I think I might need smelling salts after.
"Morgana. Let's talk about this for a second. Don't do anything rash here."
My Brain looks at me nervously.

"It's okay, Brain. I have always loved you despite our differences. Give my love to my heart and even my mouth, though I know she will be happy with my career suicide."

"Mr. Payne didn't force me to do anything. You know I have wanted his job for a long time. I knew you would walk in looking for me, Bechmann. I used my physical power of persuasion to get him in that situation. It's my fault. If you are going to fire anyone, ffff ... ffff ... fire me."

I can't bring myself to look at Mr. Payne though I can feel his penetrating stare. Evaleen's mouth has dropped open and she has caught my blinking problem, apparently it's contagious.

"Well, um ... okay. If that is true, Drake, then I need a minute alone with Payne and then I will see you. Just wait outside for a moment."

I get up and I feel all the blood draining from me. Where it has gone, I don't know. I feel sick like I want to throw up, my ears are vibrating and my hands feel clammy. Time passes as I wait outside her office, how much time I couldn't tell you. Everything is a blur.

I see Mr. Payne emerge and he looks pissed. He is so angry he isn't even squinting. His eyes bore into mine and I back up against the wall as he comes at me. Henrik grabs my arms a little too tightly as he places his face only inches from mine.

"So you used me is that it? Just wanted my job. I should have known better. Everyone always wants something and they don't care who they step on along the way. Well, I hope you get exactly what you want and you are very happy all alone at the top because no one wants to be friends with a heartless bitch!"

He lets go and walks away. I watch as he saunters off, unable to pry my eyes away from his body shrinking from distance. I slide down the wall until my ass hits the carpet. My eyes are burning and I feel the first warm tear drift slowly down my cheek. I bury my head in my hands to hide the tears, but more importantly, my pain from someone who might walk by.

"You ready?" I hear Evaleen's voice come from beside me.

Looking up I see the same sad smile she gave the first day I met her outside of Mr. Payne's office. Sighing I nod my head and she helps me to my feet. I follow her through the door to meet my fate.