I guess I should have known that this call would come some day. It should never have been expected for Boston to take this whole ordeal sitting down. Not only did I leave him, but I left him and went to his archrival, and then we were awarded a life-altering deal that he wanted, too. So, Boston got bitch slapped twice. Not saying that he didn’t deserve it, just pointing out the facts, and the karma.
That’s when Jagger interjects. “That weasel Jagger is who gave Bowie what she deserved, jackass. All you did was make her work and take all the fucking credit. This girl is so fucking intelligent and hardworking, and all you ever did was fuck around on her in return. You got what was coming to you, Boston. So go to hell.”
Jagger kisses me on the lips.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet. You two lovebirds make me sick. I hope your friend Axl fucks you over like you’ve been fucking him over for years. You know, I should ask him if he wants to make a deal with me, since you’re too much of a pussy to do it yourself.” His tone is snide. He’s all but spitting.
“You go right ahead, man. I wish you luck.” Jagger scoffs, unscathed.
“Fuck you, asshole. I hope Bowie is a better fuck for you.”
Jagger loosens his tie and removes it. “That’s none of your fucking business, shithead. I’m sure your work has piled up to the fucking ceiling without her there to clean up after you. I hope you find someone else to change your fucking papers.”
I interject. “I’m blocking your number now, Boston. Don’t try to call me again.”
“Fuck the two of you.” He says and hangs up.
I sigh. “Well, I guess I had that coming.”
Jagger undoes his shirt and tosses it in the laundry hamper. “You didn’t have anything coming, Bowie. He was smarter keeping his distance. He tries that shit again and I’ll file a fucking restraining order.”
“That’s unnecessary. Boston is a lot of talk and no action. Plus, he wasn’t stupid enough to threaten me. And with what? We already got the deal he wanted fair and square. Nobody knew about it until the article was released just now.”
“I told Stevie to keep it as concise as possible.”
“She did. And she had to include the part about me joining your team, too. There was no choice in the matter since Wesley wanted it that way.”
“Well, if that’s the worst-case scenario, I’ll take it. A little trash talk from Boston is nothing compared to what shit I thought would hit the fan.”
He undoes his pants and removes them, effectively giving me a little strip show that he’s not aware of. I try to keep focused on the subject at hand, but I can feel myself pulsing in all the right places. I can’t help it. Jagger is so fucking hot I can’t think. And being in the office with him all day and half the night, without kissing him, without touching him, does things to me. I decide to play this game and see if he picks up on anything. As he takes off his pants, I pull my pajama shirt over my head, rendering myself naked.
My nipples bead instantly as he removes his underwear and places it in the hamper. He’s naked. His dick is flaccid but perfect. His muscles bulge as he walks to the ensuite bathroom to brush his teeth. I watch him standing there, ample cock hanging down, biceps bulging as he works his teeth. It takes everything in me not to rise and go suck his cock right in the bathroom. The only thing that covers me on the bed right now is my laptop. I try to look busy on my computer as he stands there, looking at his phone. He peers over at me for a second, and that’s when I see his cock twitch. “You’re looking awfully sexy there in your nakedness, batgirl.”
I chuckle. “Batgirl?”
“A girl with a hidden mission.”
“I see it’s working.” I comment, as his cock lengthens. After I close the lid on my laptop and set it on the nightstand, I part my legs fully, opening myself to him. He’s about to walk to me, and I stop him. “No. I want to watch you.”
“Watch me what?” He asks, lifting a brow.
“Get hard as a rock.”
“Baby, I’ll get hard as a rock the second I touch you.”
I skate my hands down my breasts, to my clit. “I want to see if I can do it without you touching me.”
“Bowie, you have all the magic powers.” He says, as his dick twitches again, rising. “But I’ll play your game.”
“Will you?” I ask, my voice sultry, as I shove a finger inside myself.
He bites his lip as his dick hardens instantly. “Holy....fuuuuck.”
My finger goes in and out, getting wetter and wetter.
“You are not seriously going to make me stand here, with my dick pointing north, while you do that, are you?”
I go for playful. “I was just going to say what the fuck are you doing over there!”
