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Things were getting ridiculous lately, and I was already at my limit.
This was not the first time Gerard was driving me insane against my will. Every single day, slick white blouse tucked into their black pencil skirt, tight and clinging to their toned legs –prominently visible under those opaque pantyhose– looming all the way up their thighs as they walked into their boss’ office with a smug smirk on their lips. It has become a ritual, impossible for me not to stare. I just deeply hope they haven’t noticed yet.
Patrick calls them ‘Miss Way’, which is quite irrational given the fact that everyone else in the building simply refers to them as Gerard, and some of the HR ladies call them Gee. I’ve never spoken to them in my life, but I’ve kept my eye on them since they first came into the company. Quiet, clumsy and shy, always having trouble with the paper shredder. They usually took their coffee black with half a spoon of sugar precisely at nine, and they always used to leave their shift two minutes early, in a hurry. Not that I particularly cared about them, I’m just observant.
I’ve seen the way their boss treats them, completely different from when they arrived. Gerard left the company five months ago, and all of a sudden, they were here again, sporting longer hair and a stylish black coat. Having ascended from a modest intern to the esteemed position of the CEO’s secretary. I’m not very sure why and how exactly does one achieve this, but I’m guessing you just have to wear feminine clothes and know how to catch your boss’ gaze to get a promotion. Gerard has come back, more confident and seemingly transformed, and has now clearly mastered the nuances of this dynamic.
That, obviously, comes with special treatment. When Gerard weren’t busy attending calls or sorting stacked folders in those giant drawers, they were most likely to be found lingering in those brief “meetings” that often ended with them stepping out of the office with a sway in their step, balancing precariously in those absurd high heels that looked more like a fashion statement than anything practical, with stained mascara around their eyes and lipstick smeared all over their mouth. At this point, it had become such a common occurrence that it wasn’t surprising anymore; for me, it was humdrum. Gerard had a knack for getting all dolled up and having a quick fuck with their boss just to secure a spot in those private executive gatherings, where it was clear they were adored. It’s genius. Why didn’t I think of that?
What infuriated me and also kind of turned me on was how frequently I had to be present in those scenarios. The last time we ran into each other was last Thursday, when they spilled coffee all over the printer and asked their boss to help them out with a tempting pout on their pink lips. I’m very sure they did it on purpose, but of course, I had to go and take care of the mess anyway. I mopped the floor at the slowest pace while I heard Patrick trying to quiet down Gerard’s moans behind that room. This happened frequently. They made an intentional mess when they craved attention, and I was the one who had to fix it while they got punished in an office that should’ve had soundproof walls. It was absurd, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t stand watching them get passed around while I get to wipe their fucking chaos without even getting a thank you in return.
Instead of complaining directly, I limited myself to rub one out in the bathroom stall, again. It’s complicated to deny I got hard just by thinking of their melodic, filthy moans and how lucky I was to take the faintest peek at their pert ass when they bent down deliberately against the photocopier this morning. This frustration evolved into lust whenever Gerard appeared in my filthiest thoughts, and hell, they leaded every single one of them.
I definitely shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be imagining all the nasty things I’d do if I had the chance to put that little bitch in their place by fucking their brains out. Unfortunately, that was impossible because I’m solely the janitor who gets to scrub the toilets until they’re squeaky clean and pick up other people’s garbage. Gerard would never let me hit.
I let out a long sigh as I clean the mess I made in my pants after the cruel conclusion of my daydream, pulling them up, and fixing the rest of my clothes before I walk out of the cubicle. As I’m about to wash my hands, a soft, high-pitched chuckle startles me.
“You’re noisy, man,” I heard them say, and when I turn my head a little I meet Gerard, in the flesh. With their pathetic, classy outfit, standing next to me with a smirk on their lips. Their hazel eyes scanned my body, then they laughed as if they had heard the funniest dad joke. I can’t find the situation amusing when my face is red as an apple and my hands are slightly quivering under the flowing cold water. I don’t even want to open my mouth to ask anything, because nothing rational would come out. “Aren’t you, like, ashamed? To be heard? Do you hate your job that much?”
Words failed to settle in my hazy mind, scrambled around, and shattered into simple syllables until my head was empty even to form a coherent thought. Gerard snapped their fingers in front of my face, which immediately brought me back to reality. “Hey. Are you listening to me?”
“I-I uh, ‘m sorry, I didn’t— I thought I, well,” My mouth failed me, nothing new, but their presence somehow intimidated me enough to lose track of my verbal focus and stutter a bunch of nonsense that was presumably fuel to the fire of their enjoyment, since they seemed to laugh louder. I finally gained consciousness, and something suddenly clicked in my head. Apart from humiliating myself, I was also in the ladies' restroom. “T-thought I was— wrong bathroom, oh shit, I’m sorry.”
Gerard couldn’t contain their laughter, shaking their head as they perched delicately on the edge of the sink, crossing their legs with grace. They found it funny, but I remained stoic, and I also couldn’t look away from them. “It’s not, dumbass.”
I settled my hands, gripping the pockets of my stained denim pants tightly and looking away in vexation and shame. I decided I wouldn’t ask any questions when I had already embarrassed myself enough.
“Ya get hard from cleaning shit and taking out the trash? That’s gross,” Gerard propped back with their arms on the sink, crumpling up their nose. I couldn’t help but stare, dumbfounded and completely abashed. This was our first ever conversation, and I managed to fuck it up and make it awkward. Even if their words were mocking and rude, Gerard looked absolutely breathtaking, wearing a tailored black blazer on top of an almost see-through white shirt, adorned with a loosened tie. A compact miniskirt of the same color that hugged their curves perfectly, riding up their legs a little to let me take a glance at their sweet, plump thighs in those black tights. I forgot for a moment that this was a real interaction and not one of my twisted fantasies, because their perfect voice struck me out of my train of thought yet again. “The fuck you’re staring at?”
“Sorry,” I apologized for the second time, avoiding their gaze after sounding like a big moron. Gerard parted their lips, raised their eyebrows just a tiny bit, and gasped audibly. I couldn’t understand what was making them so surprised. Did I have something on my face?
“You fucking pervert,” Their words were sharp, poisoned with a deeper tone. I panicked, unsure of what they meant by that, until I felt the tip of their heel stiletto brushing against my crotch. Involuntarily, a small whine left my lips, and my face went three shades redder. The unanticipated sensation made my growing boner pulsate, and I’d prefer to be shot in the head right away than be alive to find out how this ends. “I’m treating you like shit, and that turns you on? Jesus. Look at you, immediately bricked up.”
The last thing I’d ever do is look at myself in the mirror in this precise moment, because every time Gerard opened their mouth to speak, my cock seemed to twitch in response. I’d never been more humiliated in my life before, overwhelmed and ashamed, but I could see the darkness in Gerard’s gaze as they stared at me, shoe pressing hardly against my boner, creating a delicious friction that could almost make me come in my underwear instantly.
“You like that, huh? You’re nasty, Frank.” At first, I was surprised that they actually knew who I was, but then I remembered the badge with my name sewn to my shirt and the illusion faded. Still, Gerard was teasing me, their eyes were all over my body as they nibbled on their lower lip, doing wonders with the way their foot moved, shoving their pointy heel deep into my groin and moving it around slowly. It hurt a little, but it felt so exquisitely good. “Can’t speak? Use your fucking words and answer me.”
“Yes,” I confessed, breathy and low, because fuck it, I was already too aroused to pull back and walk away. Internally, I was begging for the bathroom door to be locked, because getting caught doing shit like this would get me fired instantly. For Gerard? Maybe some spanking will do. Patrick was so fucking possessive about them, it made me physically ill. I’d love to see his face when he finds out his own secretary was giving me the most pleasing kind of footjob I’ve ever received.
“Yes, what?” Gerard kicked my inner thigh with force and stopped abruptly, making me let out a loud groan. My face was burning and my cock was leaking and my mind was too fuzzy to make me react immediately. I looked up at them, panting heavily and wanting them to keep going, but guessing from the way they glanced at me, I assumed they were looking for a response first.
“Yes, Gerard,”
“Wrong, try again.” Another kick to my crotch, and this one was a little painful, eliciting a loud moan from the back of my throat. I couldn’t understand what did they wanted me to say, so I bit my tongue and hoped for the best.
“Yes, nnh, Miss Way.”
Their gaze lightened, and a proud smirk spread on their face, reaching their hand out to thread their fingers through my hair. Their touch felt so tender that I almost leaned my head against their palm, looking for more of those sweet strokes, but that faint, gentle gesture was rapidly replaced with brusque behavior. Their heel wrapped around my waist to pull me closer, my thighs hitting the sink. I was inches away from their face, their breath hot and ragged and smelling like fresh mint, the scent of their floral perfume flooded my senses and tickled my nose, awakening something deep within me. I don’t know what was happening, and I also didn’t know what they were capable of, but I felt the thrill of submitting myself to them and fulfilling all their needs.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” They smiled, hands kneading all over my chest, trailing all the way down to my cock. The contact caused me to whine, brain fuzzy as I felt like putty beneath Gerard’s dainty hands, which were now busy fiddling with the zipper of my pants. “You’re too bad at pretending, Frank, you’re practically eating me whole with those sad, lustful eyes. This is not the first time you hide to touch yourself in here, is it?”
Their words were threatening and sent shivers down my spine. I wasn’t aware of how obvious I was being; if they noticed, I’m pretty sure Patrick had, too. I tried to hide my face between my hands, but Gerard was faster, slapping them away quickly.
“Answer me, and look at me when I’m talking to you.”
I nodded, my gaze finding Gerard’s, and swallowed hard. “No, it’s not.”
“You please yourself thinking about me, that’s sweet,” Gerard smiled again, slipping their cold hand under my briefs, tracing the prominent erection that throbbed under their touch. “But that could get you in trouble, you know that? I could tell this to the manager.”
My brows furrowed at the thought, panting at their touch and how the cool air hit my cock when they pulled it out, teasing the tip with their fingertips. Were they really trying to threaten me? “A-ah, you could also get in trouble i-if someone sees what you do in that office with Mr. Stump.”
“What I do in there is none of your fucking business, or is it? I’m doing my job, just like you. You get paid to clean, and I get paid to serve.” Gerard remarked before spitting straight to my tip, fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. I let out a small whine at the sudden sensation, thoroughly flustered. “I bet you’d love to see what he does to me on his desk, though.”
I’d be lying terribly if I said that those words didn’t make my blood boil. Gerard had a point— I’d really love to see what that stupid guy has that I don’t, and I’d die just to be in his shoes for one day. But as much as I craved to take a glance at the scenes that happened behind that door, deep down, my pride and jealousy would never allow me to handle it gracefully. The feeling of their warm hand now pumping my cock replaced the rush of envious thoughts that were blurring my head, and I arched my back a little, bucking my hips forward.
“I-I think I’ve seen enough,” I moaned, shutting my eyes with my mouth wide open, surrendering to pleasure as they kept stroking my cock in a way my own hands could never.
“Oh yeah? Liked what you saw? You must enjoy it since it gets you so hard.” Their teasing tone was driving me mad, but their ministrations were just so good. I couldn’t waste an opportunity like this, even if it was taking away all the remnants of my dignity. “You get off by spying on other people, what a freak.”
“Why are you doing this? To make fun of me?” I foolishly ask, my voice cracking as I speak. I was already too demeaned to even care about my own integrity, so I had nothing to lose. “Y-your boss is right there… You should go and give him what he wants instead.”
Gerard’s hand moved a little faster, and a lewd moan escaped my lips as my hands held onto the sink tightly. They let out a small chuckle, leaning closer to place a dry peck on the right side of my neck. “You’ve done so much for me, Frank. You see what happens between Mr. Stump and I, and still decide to stay silent. Can’t I repay you for all the times you’ve saved my ass?” They cooed in a mellow tone, and I immediately melted into their touch when their free hand framed my cheek, searching for my gaze, and brushing my lips ever so softly with theirs. Gerard’s lips felt like paradise itself, and made my mouth numb. “A poor secretary like me deserves a little fun, too. My boss likes it when I obey, but I’d rather be the one taking control, y’know? And you look like you could take that so well. Besides, I know how desperately you want me. Don’t you, Frank?”
“I do,” I hurry to reply, sounding needy and stupid. Gerard finds it entertaining. “I want you, Miss Way.”
“Yeah? Then show me,” They kissed me once again, messy and sloppy this time, tongue delving roughly past my lips. The sounds coming from our mouths were filthy, and I felt I might explode when they pressed their hips against mine, grinding slowly. “I’m sure you can please me like he never could. Can’t you, sugar?”
“Yes,” I promised in a whimper, unsteady hands fighting the urge to touch them without permission. I was devoted to Gerard; if they asked me to smash my head against the floor, I would, without hesitation. “I-I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Of course you will,” Gerard grinned, precipitously slipping their fingers away from my cock and tucking it back in my pants, giving me a brief pat on the cheek as they clicked their tongue. I watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as they unfastened their tie and began to loosen the first buttons of their shirt slowly to reveal a bit of cleavage, each movement teasingly deliberate.
All of a sudden, their hands grappled my wrists, tying them up swiftly behind my back with the same black tie. At the same time, they spread their legs apart in an alluring manner.
“On your knees, boy,” Gerard commanded.
Without wasting time, I dropped onto my knees on the hard tiled floor, yawping at the coarseness. I gaped up at them, waiting for any signs of consent. When they nodded, I promptly pressed my face to her crotch, inhaling their intoxicating, musky scent and rubbing my cheek against their thighs. Gerard smiled, tangling their fingers into my hair and pushing my face closer to their crotch. I could see and very much feel the prominent bulge forming underneath their skirt, but due to my confined hands, I limited myself to leave a wet patch of slobber on their lap, emitting pathetic sounds to express my desire.
“So obedient,” Gerard cooed, ruffling my hair and grabbing a fistful of it, pulling my head back a bit, not too hard. My knees quivered as their hand held my jaw firmly, forcing me to look up at them. “Needy little mutt, you’re making a mess.”
“Ger—urrgh, Miss Way,” I babbled, whiny and eager, eyes almost watering. “I-I want it so bad, want—want it.”
“What do you want, honey?” I could feel my body dissolving as they spoke, utterly fervent and religiously surrendering to them. I panted, scraping their groin with my cheek, hoping that could be enough for them to take the hint. Gerard shook their head, nudging my back with their heel as they cupped my chin. “Speak up.”
“I-I—mmh, wanna,” Sentences were hard to form, as Gerard’s middle and index fingers teased my lower lip, pushing past my lips. I hungrily sucked them a little, groaning around them as I watched the lewd expression on their face. “Want you, wanna taste it. Wanna—wanna taste you.”
After coating their fingers with drool, Gerard pulled them out of my mouth and slapped my cheek. I didn’t care about the degrading treatment as long as they gave me the chance to taste them. “Do it then, Frankie.”
I nodded enthusiastically at their command, waiting for them as they pushed their tiny skirt up their thighs, making me bury my face between them almost instantly. With lustful eyes, I let out a whiny, pathetic plea until they elegantly pushed down their pantyhose, making me gasp inaudibly as I found out they weren’t wearing any knickers underneath. My tongue traced a stripe up their cock, peppering their inner thighs with light pecks and delicate licks.
My mind was foggy, and I suddenly couldn’t focus on anything else. I immediately started lapping the shaft of their erect, flushed cock. Gerard moaned so pleasantly that I almost passed away between their legs. I needed to hear more of those nasty sounds, so I placed a few wet kisses on the tip before starting to suck on it, nicely prepping it with spit before precipitously ramming their cock all the way into my mouth.
Successfully, it worked. Gerard let out a weak, wanton moan and squirmed under my touch, jerking their hips forward. Frail, desperate movements trying to keep me as close as they could to them, their hands twisting my hair, tugging it harshly. My nose was roughly squished against their pubic bone, tiny tears trickling down my cheeks as I tried my best to take them fully and give them the satisfaction they deserved.
“F-Frank, oh fuck, baby,” They squeaked, only spurring me on to keep going. I wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon, not without making them cum in my mouth first, not without giving them the best orgasm they’ve ever had. I moaned around them, and they wrapped a leg around my back, making it easier for me to inch closer to their crotch. Their length was gloriously bruising my throat, almost making me choke on it. “So— nnh, yes… So good, honey.”
Pursuing to hear more of Gerard’s filthy words, I pressed my lips together with determination, quickening my motion despite the soreness that pulsed through my jaw and the fatigue creeping into my knees. My physical comfort didn’t really matter; all I wanted was to leave Gerard with that lingering thrill of the climax I was about to give them. I wanted them to remember me, remember the exhilarating sensation that would linger long after our encounter, even if it was our first and last. I craved that electric tingle to run down their spine when they look at me in the hallway, make them feel that unfathomable urge I feel every time they’re near.
“Just like, mmh, just like that, s-sweetheart.” The effect of their nicknames on my brain and my cock wasn’t easy to explain. I sneered up at them, taking in the seraphic view of their head slightly tilted back, lips parted, and chest rising and falling. Gerard’s ragged breath and euphonious moans being the only sounds rumbling in that stale bathroom, punctuated by my occasional whimpers. “Oh fuck, ‘m so close, unhh, Frankie…” Their voice wavered as they pushed their hips forward, legs trembling, tightly secured around my neck. Their balls brushed against my chin, and my mouth stung, drool dripping sloppily from the corners of my lips as I miserably attempted to breathe through my nose. It was too much. Once again, I was as hard as a rock and felt so close to the edge, and I couldn’t even touch myself. I groaned around their cock once again, bucking my hips and thrusting into nothing, desperate for release.
Gerard’s pace became faster as they pistoned their hips, harsh thrusts provoking slight gags from my throbbing throat as I made an effort to relax my jaw. They held the back of my head steady for a moment, finally discharging their salty, warm cum that flowed deep inside my raw throat with a clamorous whine. I finally understood what heaven tasted like.
I swallowed all I could with thirst, low noises emanating from the back of my throat, practically slurping his dick clean as they ran their subtle fingers through my mildly damp strands of hair. “Mmh, that’s it. You fucking needed that, don’t you?” Gerard smirked. They sounded contemptuous and bemused, and I felt too warm and heavy and clueless, so I nodded leisurely, pulling away from their groin and licking my wet lips with vigor. My cock was still twitching and pulsating with need under my clothes, but I was too focused on their blissful expression to give thought to that. “Finally put that futile little mouth of yours to good use.”
Gerard’s hands framed my face, thumb gliding softly across my lip, and pat my cheek tenderly. “Open wide.” They instructed, and I did as told, giving them a nice view of the generous expanse of my open mouth after ingesting all their spunk, and winced a bit when I felt a thick thread of bubbly spit spouting from their lips, landing on my tongue. “Good, now swallow.” Gerard encouraged, and I complied, letting the warmth of their saliva slide down my throat. I’ve never seen Gerard so content before.
They carefully removed the tie from my sore wrists and freed them, helping me to stand up despite my legs feeling stiff and almost immobilized. They adjusted their clothes, tugged up the torn pantyhose and fished a small compact mirror from God knows where. With a swift glance at their reflection, they touched up their hair and makeup. I was too mesmerized staring at them, completely unaware of everything around us, until they drew me closer and kissed me again, smearing their red cherry lipstick all over my mouth.
And of course, nothing this sweet and dreamlike could last forever. Gerard’s phone buzzed from the pocket of their blazer, startling them, and breaking the fantasy for both of us. “S-sir? Um, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” they said, the low tone with shyness and submission in their voice contrasting sharply with the earlier moment. After ending the call, they shoved the phone back in its place, their expression looking quite adorable as they furrowed their brow and scrunched up their nose.
“Gotta run, pretty boy,” Gerard smiled, quickly slipping something into the left pocket of my jeans just as they hopped out of the sink. “Here’s a little gift for pleasing me so well. I’ll maybe let you fuck me next time.”
They teased with a wink, palming my boner through my pants and giving it a playful squeeze before striding out of the bathroom with tipsy, confident steps; heels clicking against the floor, charmingly announcing their departure. I couldn’t help but shove my hand into my pocket immediately, pulling out a small, lacy black thong.
‘Next time’ resounded in my euphoric head as an idiotic wide grin spread across my face.