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Lola
prodded my clit with the tip of her dildo. Then she slid it back and forth,
wetting it instantly. This felt even better than the brush, and it was an
effort not to moan. I hadn’t had sex in months. My love life was abysmal on a
good day, and this past year, especially so.
    I really need to buy my own dildo . “ Ooomm …”
    The moan tore from my throat, which
was stuffed with plastic cock. I gagged, as Cammy shoved the tool in further. I wasn’t all that fond of oral sex, hating to
perform it…usually…but the way this woman was forcing it on me, had a peculiar
effect. I choked on the length, gagging, as tears flooded my eyes. My nerve
endings all but screamed with arousal, which was something I had never
experienced before. Lola’s skill with the dildo was not to be underestimated.
The tool toyed with my hole, the head popping in and out, making wet, squishing
sounds. I knew Mr. Gordon had a direct view of my lower anatomy. He was probably
staring right at the spot where the dildo entered. Morbid curiosity had me
lifting my head, seeing him looking exactly where I suspected he was. He met my
gaze then; an austere look was in his eye.
    “Come on, bitch. Eat my cock.” Cammy forced it into my mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it.”
    Lola manipulated the dildo, while her
breath lingered over my mound. My body tensed with expectation. I tried to mask
the effect they had on me, but I failed, moaning helplessly. Her tongue began
to prod my clit, pushing the little nub back and forth. It was too much.
    “Oh! Omigod !”
I gasped.
    “Yeah, Kittycat .
You like it, don’t you?” asked Lola.
    The stimulation my body endured had
me throbbing, gasping, and almost begging for release, as I hurtled closer to
the edge of oblivion. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Lola grasped the
flattened end of the dildo, pounding my slickened passage, while her tongue
laved my clit.
    Just as the orgasm hit, I glanced at
Mr. Gordon, and, for a breathtaking moment, I felt utterly connected to him. “Oh,
God, no…” I groaned, throwing my head back and shuddering, while spasms wracked
my body. “ Ooohh …” Lola withdrew the dildo slowly. I
gazed at the ceiling, my body quivering with the aftereffects of bliss. The
women gathered their possessions and left the room without another word. I
glanced at Mr. Gordon. “Is something wrong?” His expression revealed nothing.
    He stood. “Get dressed. You’re
dismissed.”
    “Are you firing me?”
    His hand was on the doorknob. “No,
you’re not fired, Ms. Fox. Just get dressed and get out.” He left the room.
    Ugh. That man .
    Later that night, after a hot bath, I
found myself on my laptop with the television on in the background. I replayed
Mr. Gordon’s greatest hits, the Demetril news
conference, the interview with CNN, and several brief snippets from things he
had said to reporters. The longer I listened, the more I enjoyed the timber of
his voice and the articulation of his words. I’d stumbled across photos of him
during his college years, looking young and handsome. That detached smile drew
me in; the mystery of his persona was utterly intriguing. I had extracted some
interesting tidbits from the things his ex-wife had said in interviews.
    My husband is a private man.
    We rarely vacation together…his schedule won’t allow it.
    James prefers tasteful, understated things…
    Married for ten years, they had never
had children. She knew what he looked like naked. She knew what it felt like to
be touched by him. There were pictures of them attending functions together, the
happy couple smiling, and his arm around her. Had he treated her with the same
cold indifference he bestowed upon me? Did he treat all women like this? Why the hell do you care, Gretchen?
    That night I dreamt about him…and the
night after. By the time the weekend had arrived, I found myself in my car and
parked within sight of the Lake Bluff house, watching…waiting…for what? I must
have sat