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His phone buzzed. Robert slumped back in his chair and pulled it out.
BLAZER: ...Long day today
Before he could reply, three more messages came in rapid-fire.
BLAZER: Be at my office
BLAZER: 9 sharp
BLAZER: And maybe freshen up first
Robert raised a brow. He didn't know what he was up for. There were barely fifteen minutes left to nine – Time enough for a quick shower, or at least a chance to wash his face and fix his hair. He knew one thing for sure. Whatever it was his boss-slash-girlfriend had planned, he wasn't going to question it. Robert hurried down to the gym and did what he could.
“Hey.” He closed the door behind him. Couldn't be leaving them ajar with the likes of Invisigal around. Mandy was scrolling on her phone, leaning against her desk.
“Hey. Whole building's empty.” Mandy replied. “Looks like it's just you and me here.”
“That's pretty crazy. Guess we pulled the short straws, huh?”
“...Lock the door, Robert.” She smirked at him.
Robert complied with a mix of confusion and budding excitement. She was planning something. It could be a tricky-to-navigate grownup conversation about the future... Or it could be something hot. “Wanna tell me what this is about?” He asked, trying not to look nervous.
Mandy pulled up a chair and gestured. “Have a seat, Mr. Robertson.” She stayed exactly where she stood, looming over him as he sat down in her shadow.
“...Oookay. For the record, I love you. Just reminding.”
Mandy ignored that. She ran a hand up along his arm, tracing a path to his neck and cupping his chin. The kiss that followed calmed Robert's nerves and shocked them in equal measure.
“Mmh. Careful. You're getting me worked up.”
“I'll take that into consideration.” Mandy sank to her knees in front of him, and cleared any doubts he might have had about her intentions. She unbuttoned his pants before he could even register that it was happening.
“Really? At the office?” Robert's voice was very slightly shrill. “...Not that I'm complaining, but... Oh.” His stream of thought met an abrupt end when Mandy nuzzled up against his boxers and inhaled, loud and deep. She found the elastic band of it with her teeth. Robert whimpered when she pulled his cock free. “Fuck, Mandy...”
Her hands traveled up his waist, rustling his clothes. Already he was half-erect. Between his girlfriend's inquisitive lips he rose steadily up to full mast, and she didn't look away from his eyes once as it happened. She bobbed two times, thrice, tongue teasing as she did, then pulled free of him with an audible wet pop. Robert was struggling to breathe when she stood up.
“God, you're crazy...” He was panting.
Mandy smirked. “Scoot down a little.” She guided him by the knees until he was sufficiently slumped, then stole his breath again when she climbed onto his lap.
Robert saw her reach down. He heard the quiet click of the padded leotard portion of her suit unclasping between her legs, and the rasp of a discreet zipper coming undone revealing bare skin beneath. She wasn't wearing her workout shorts under. She wasn't wearing panties. She wasn't wearing anything at all. Before Robert could so much as gasp a word of protest, Mandy guided his exposed erection into place and sank down on top of him like it was nothing.
“Fuck!” Robert groaned, overwhelmed. It'd hardly been two minutes since he'd stepped inside the office.
“You like that, babe?”
“You're crazy. You're so crazy. Fuck, you're so tight...”
“Shh. Relax, Robert. Breathe for me.” She wiggled her hips and settled her weight fully, adjusting for comfort. “You're really stretching me out. So fucking hot... So deep inside me.”
“God, I'm already close, Mandy.” Robert wheezed.
“Mmh. I'll bet you are, baby.” She leaned down to kiss him, soft and slow. Her hair fell all over his face. She reached around, holding the back of his neck and pressing herself onto him, and Robert began to drown in the sensation. “How's it feel?”
“Like you went from zero to a hundred and I totally wasn't prepared.” Robert nearly squeaked. “...But I'm not complaining. Fuck, you're good.”
“I know, Mr. Robertson.” Mandy grinned mischievously. “Now that we're nice and comfortable, I was thinking we could get down to business.”
“Business?” Robert was puzzled. “You have a very peculiar idea of business.”
“Actually it's fairly straightforward. I invited you here today for a performance review.”
“Mandy, what the hell?”
“Language.” She tsk-tsked as she twisted in place, reaching for something on her desk. Robert held her for support. When she turned again, Mandy was holding a pen and clipboard. “Let's start going over your KPIs for the month. I hope you're settled in, Mr. Robertson. This may take a while.”
Robert didn't say anything. She was playing with him, and for the moment he was too damn focused on enduring the constant warm, wet pressure of her body all around.
“Hmm. Nearly two hundred calls in the past three weeks, and only a dozen red flags. Customer satisfaction surveys are glowing. You've been doing very well, Robert.”
“...My supervisor's been keeping me real motivated.”
“Must be a pretty good supervisor.” She smirked. “But standard metrics aren't what I called you in to discuss today. This is more of a... Special evaluation.” Mandy squeezed her thighs and made his heart skip a beat.
“Very special.”
“Indeed. Tell me, Mr. Robertson. Do you remember what happened on the third of this April?”
“...You'll have to jog my memory. Finding it a little hard to recall the details right now...”
“You let Invisigal look through our message history on your phone.”
“Oh. Right.” Robert groaned. “For the record, I didn't let her do it. She just did it.”
“That means you let her do it. And she's been an endless wellspring of pegging jokes since, Robert. I'm seriously considering signing you on for a cybersecurity seminar.”
“Really? Me? The guy that hacks supervillain tech for a nine-to-five, learning about cybersecurity?”
“Seems to me like you need the hint, or Courtney wouldn't know what's in our toy box under the bed.”
“She knew my password, okay? She knows everyone's password. She snoops. It's harmless. And besides, she's an endless wellspring of pegging jokes anyway.”
Mandy leaned in close and stared him in the eye. “I hope you changed your fucking password then, Mr. Robertson.” She huffed. “Minus one point. Minus another if we get his-&-hers matching buttplugs for Christmas.”
“Point taken.” Robert sighed. Mandy marked it off on her clipboard.
“Moving on to the ninth. Movie night. Your pick.” She said. “Actually an unexpected hit. I enjoyed it. Plus one point.”
“It's Pacific Rim. Of course you enjoyed it.” Robert grinned. “Honestly I'm surprised you hadn't-”
“Careful, Mr. Robertson. One more word about my cinema literacy and I'll knock that point to a negative.”
“What was I talking about? I've already forgotten.”
“Good choice. Next up, eleventh of April. Superflight Standards Regulation Press Conference. You actually handled it really well... Or rather, Mecha-Man did.”
“You think so?”
“Yup. Stayed on message, dodged the trap questions, got the point across and you looked pretty fuckin' good doing it. The ATC rep sent us flowers after.”
“Damn.”
“Three points.”
Robert whistled. “I'll take 'em. What's next?”
“...Breakfast the day after.” Mandy frowned. “You scratched up my favorite non-stick making eggs.”
He winced at that. “Oof. Honest mistake. Didn't know.”
“Nothing else to say for yourself?”
“I'm still sorry.”
“Hmm. Minus one point.” Mandy marked it off with an upturned lip.
“You're pretty good at keeping track of these things, huh? Like, weirdly good.”
“It's my job, Mr. Robertson. I pay very close attention to my direct reports.” She wiggled her hips for emphasis, making him shiver. “Especially the pretty ones.”
“I'm... Not entirely sure that's appropriate of you to say,” Robert ventured, putting a hand on her waist. He stroked halfway up her back before she straightened up and plucked his wrist away.
“Are you accusing me of being unprofessional, Robert?”
“Oh, heavens, no. I wouldn't dream of it.” Robert replied coyly. “No, you kiss me in the most professional kind of way. Real synergistic and, uh, innovative.”
“Would you like to keep digging? Or should we move onto the next topic?”
“Please. Be my guest.”
“The eighteenth. We stayed in for the evening. Tried to watch... I don't remember. Didn't get very far. You were very... Distracting.”
“Was that when I touched base with your clit while we snuggled on the couch? Or afterwards, when we booked out the bedroom so I could circle back to the G-spot?”
“...Okay, that's obnoxious.” Mandy broke character and giggled. “Don't ever say that again.”
“Plus or minus?”
“You did make me scream. Plus one point.” She grinned. “Moving swiftly on. The twenty-second. Earth Day cleanup drive. You actually managed to get Z-Team excited about picking up trash.”
“I played to their weaknesses. Competitive spirit.”
“Very nicely done. Plus one for getting Alice to film the recycling video.”
“She got a lotta eyes on it.”
“And she only dropped one F-bomb. I think we're technically allowed at least one.”
“You sure about that? Sure you don't wanna loop in legal to cover our bases?”
“Legal's a little backed up.” Mandy grinned. “You sure you don't have bigger things to worry about?” She straightened her back and put her arms around him. The heat of her breath sent goosebumps out across his skin.
“Starting to feel a little backed up myself.” Robert groaned.
“Funny you should say. That brings us to the twenty-third.” Mandy paused, smiling at him mischievously.
“What happened on the twenty-third?”
“It was Thursday.”
“Thursdays are cool.” Robert said. “Anything about this Thursday in particular?”
“Robert.” Mandy rubbed his chest and leaned in close. “It was strap night.”
“Oh.”
“...And you were a very, very bad boy.” She whispered in his ear. The feeling of her lips brushing against him sent a twinge of electricity through his body.
“Bad in the good way?” Robert groaned.
“Oh, bad in the perfect way. I loved every minute of it... But you still lose a point.” Mandy said deviously. Any protest Robert might have voiced was silenced by the thing she did with her hips right after.
“That leaves the last line on my list. The twenty-sixth of April.”
Robert took a breath. “I remember the twenty-sixth.”
“Oh? Tell me about it.”
“We went out for dinner. To your nice Italian place, with the gnocchi.”
“We did.”
“The pasta was really good.”
“And?”
“...We had, uh, a grownup conversation. About the future.” Robert said. “Kids. Marriage. Retirement. Looking back, I get the distinct feeling it was a test of some kind.”
“You think so?”
“You know what? Yeah. And I kinda think I passed. Think I got all the answers right.”
“What makes you think that, Mr. Robertson?” Mandy took a hold of his collar and gazed at him through half-lidded eyes.
“I dunno. Maybe the way you asked for the check before dessert so we could get out sooner. Or how quickly you flew us home so you could jump my bones before I even took my shoes off.”
“You did say some very sexy things to me that evening. In a mature, self-reflecting kind of way. It made me so horny I couldn't help myself.”
“So how many points does that get me?”
“Hmm...” Mandy put on a show of counting. “...Two.”
“Two.”
“Minus one.”
“What for?”
“For making me miss out on tiramisu.”
“You can be real hard to please sometimes, you know?”
“I expect the best from my subordinates.”
“Can I get an extra point for being handsome?”
“...Sure. I'll allow it.”
“Where does that leave me?”
Mandy furrowed her brow and stared at her clipboard. She made a show of tallying her scores before turning the thing around. There, scribbled in the margins of a log sheet, Robert saw a very hasty succession of numbers that totalled down to a whopping five.
“Five points.” Robert whistled. “Seems like a lot.”
“You think so, Mr. Robertson?”
“Out of five? Yeah, I'd say so.”
“I was thinking more out of a hundred.”
“Oof. I definitely prefer out of five.”
“Unlucky for you, you're not dating an out of five kinda gal.” Mandy smirked. “Gotta try harder if you want to impress me, baby.”
“Sky's the limit, huh?” Robert sighed in mock dejection. “So what does five out of a hundred get me?”
Mandy thought about it. “Hmm... Well... Five out of a hundred's pretty bad, but you deserve a little something...” She rolled her hips and made him gasp. “Like the chance to fuck me raw.”
“Whoa.” Robert was shocked.
“I think your perseverance calls for a reward, Mr. Robertson. I think you should take me right here on my desk, and bust right up inside this tight little pussy.” She rose off him and pulled him upright by the collar. “I'm already all warmed up. And don't worry, it's safe today. I've got it covered.”
“You sure about this?” Robert was unsteady on his feet.
“Yeah, baby. I want it. Wanna feel you shiver. Want you to make me all warm and sticky inside.” She settled on the desk and spread her thighs wide. “Want to feel you trickling out of me in the sky while I fly us home... Don't make me wait, Robert.”
“Fuck, Mandy. You're incredible.” She guided him inside and pulled him into a kiss. Instinctively, Robert held her waist, rubbed her clit with a thumb, and set about claiming his reward.
It was nine-forty-five PM when Robert's surprise performance evaluation came to its satisfying conclusion. He was breathless, sweaty, sticky and flushed, lost in his boss-slash-girlfriend's heavenly embrace... And she was panting, shivering and shaking right there with him.
“Fuck... That was amazing.” He kissed her.
“You're amazing.” Mandy kissed him right back. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you too.” Robert slowly, carefully pulled out, and winced at the air-conditioned chill against the wetness marking his loins.
“God, I was so fucking wet.” Mandy sighed. “I was thinking about it all day.”
“Really?” Robert was genuinely surprised. “This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing?”
“...I was thinking about it all week, actually. Ever since, y'know... Gnocchi.”
“Thinking about what, specifically?”
Mandy smiled and interlaced her fingers with his. “Getting creampied by love of my life.”
“That word sounds so fucking hot coming out of your mouth.”
“It really does.” Mandy blushed.
“Have I ever told you you're kind of a freak?”
“I thought we made that official a while back, Mr. Robertson.”
“Did you plan the performance review bit too?”
“I did. Was it fun?”
“It was great. Especially the part where I was trapped up against your cervix the whole time.”
“So you liked that, huh?”
“Yeah. Drove me crazy. I'm kind of a freak too, remember.”
“I guess that means we're doing this again sometime.”
“Yeah. Maybe next time I'll be the one evaluating you.”
“Oh?” Mandy raised a brow. “You got a bonus in mind for me?”
“Or disciplinary measures. You never know.”
“That's dangerous, Robert.”
“How come?”
“I might like the idea of disciplinary measures. That's an adverse incentive. I might just act out and tank my metrics on purpose.”
“Well, we certainly can't have that.” Robert smiled. “Gotta lay down the rules. Make sure you're a team player. Might need to schedule some one-on-ones to keep up the, uh, synergy.”
“...You're such a fucking dork.”
“I try.”
“Plus one point. Love you.” Mandy handed him a wad of tissues. “Clean this up while I fix my suit?”
Robert paused, and smiled. “...Yes Ma'am.”