The Ex-Girlfriend

[pink_silk_glove]

"Oh fuck ... What if someone heard?"

As he gazed down upon her with concern, Debi could tell that Shane was snapping back into reality, returning to his own stodgy paranoid self. He lifted his body from hers in extrication. The sex was over. That was okay. She'd gotten what she had wanted, perhaps even more than she had expected. She sat herself up, straightened her bra and began rebuttoning her blouse.

"It's all right, Shane," she said calmly. "No one will know. It's our secret." As she put herself back together, Debi squinted into the bright sunlight that she detested so much, yet she maintained her composure. Shane, on the other hand, seemed predictably squeamish with regret.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart," she assured him softly as she soothed his scalp with her fingertips. "What's done is done. It was just sex. It was what we both needed." Debi leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

 

[Bill525]

Shane watched as Debi began to button her blouse back up. He sat on the couch, not believing what he had just done. He had given into temptation, let Debi get to him until he could not take it anymore. He knew he had been sexually frustrated, but in no way thought he would cheat on his fiance.

"No one will know. It's our secret."

It was those words that truly made him nervous. He did not want to have a secret like this from his fiance. Sure, the sex with Debi was amazing. However, he did not pull out or wear a condom. It was dangerous for him to allow himself to get manipulated in doing that with Debi. It could ruin his relationship, and that made him nervous.

Debi could see his worry, and spoke up quickly. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart.
What's done is done. It is just sex. It was what we both needed," she said. She was right, Shane had needed it. He wanted it so bad in the moment, wanted to cum, wanted to feel the pleasure that Debi could give him. He felt her kiss his cheek as he began to put his clothes back on. He watched as Debi stood, about to head out of his office.

"Debi..... I hope you know that I love my fiance..... this can't be an ongoing thing...." he said, wanting to make sure that he had control of the situation. It was not normal, in their past, Debi would always use sex to gain control over him. He just wanted to let her know that he was different, he had changed. He was not going to be under her thumb like he was in the past.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

All put back together, Debi stood up and gave her outfit a final tug straightening.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she winked. "No strings." With that she turned and left his office.

He had cum in her so willingly. Debi figured that he thought she was on birth control just like she had always been before. She went to the ladies' room to put in a pad just in case any of it leaked during the day. She'd been pregnant before - twice actually - although she'd never told Shane. She had just never felt it necessary to do so. In the twelfth grade she had shagged Jamal, the school's star fullback, in the girls' shower. At eight weeks she had an abortion, but it took more than that for Debi to learn her lesson as three months later she was late again and sure enough the little plastic stick showed a pink plus sign. It was probably her boyfriend at the time Zach's but she wasn't certain. She'd had a couple of flings behind his back, of course. In those days, Debi had been so drunk half the time that it was all a blur. The second time, she was saved by a miscarriage at about five weeks.

The next day she came to work in tight spandex boatneck top in a deep sapphire, exposing all of her clavicle. The garment itself providing all the necessary support for her small chest, there was no bra, although if she had worn one the straps would have shown. She matched this with the colorful honeycomb skirt that had been such a hit a couple of weeks before. Her hair was plain and down and on her feet were black strap heels. A light tan cardigan hung over the back of her chair in case she needed to appease Marjorie with more coverage. Debi had arrived ten minutes late but Shane was in a meeting upstairs. When he finally entered the office, she acted as if nothing had happened between them the day before.

"Good morning," she almost sang without looking at him, her face oddly expressionless.

 

[Bill525]

Shane sat on the couch starting to put himself back together. He watched, nervously as Debi did the same. As she stood up he heard her try to reassure him. Don't worry, sweetie. No strings," she said as she turned and left his office. The words rang in his mind. Debi had just done what she always did, got Shane to act out of character. He knew what he did was wrong and dangerous. However, he needed the release. He finished putting himself back together as he felt more relaxed. The fear of cumming inside of Debi subsided as he finished up and packed up to head home.

Debi had always been the type of girl Shane knew to stay away from. However, she was also the type of girl that got what she wanted. Shane loved his fiance and did not want to cheat on her. Yet, in the moment of weakness today Debi jumped in and tore down his wall. He was disappointed in himself, but at the same time blamed his fiance for leading him down this path. The lack of intimate time lately, plus the stress of work made him need a release. Debi offered that release and he took it. He felt bad for reasoning with himself this way, but it was the only way to take some of the guilt off of him.

The next day Shane arrived at the office at his normal time. He was in a navy blue suit as he often wore. He was worried about how Debi would interact, but he knew he had to hold strong. He could not let her have power over him like she did in the past.

As he came back down from his meeting he saw Debi sitting st her desk. He took a deep breath and smiled, "Good Morning Debi..... how are you today?" He saw her looking at him like nothing happened yesterday and it caught him off guard. He stopped in front of her desk, looking down at her. He found his eyes traveling over the skin showing from her top. His mind filling with images if what they did yesterday in his office.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Good Morning Debi ... how are you today?"

Debi didn't have to look up to know that he was taking full advantage of the view. She sat straighter and pushed her shoulders back to put her small chest up front and center. Her nipples weren't hard but given her bralessness they still probably showed fairly clearly.

"Fine," she said without looking up from her screen. Her hand moved the mouse about and clicked as if she were busy, but really she was just scrolling through different wallpapers for her desktop. "How's things with Meghan," she sang dismissively.

 

[Bill525]

Shane stopped and looked down at Debi. He watched as she sat up straighter, her chest pushing up and forward. She knew how to get him to look where she wanted, and right now his eyes were gawking at her chest. He noticed her nipples through her top, noting that she must not be wearing a bra. He sighed as he tried to pry his eyes off of her chest to look at something else.

"Fine. How's things with Meghan?"

Shane watched as she continued to work at her computer. He could tell that she was focused and he was not sure if she was ignoring him. As she asked about Meghan with a dismissive tone, he sighed. "She is alright......" he said softly. He went back to thinking of what Debi and he did yesterday. He hated himself for cheating, but blamed Meghan even more. If she would have just given him a little attention Debi would not have had the opportunity to get under his skin. "How was your night last night?," he asked, trying to be friendly, even if his mind was focused on how good it felt to cum inside of her yesterday.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"She is all right ..."

The sigh in his voice told that she wasn't really all right, but Debi was still a bit surprised. She thought that asking him about his fiancée would have hit him square in the guilt much harder. Still, Debi knew that she had connected with something.

"How was your night last night?"

"Fine," she said in the same distant and careless tone. Rustic autumn scenes were boring. She kept scrolling and clicking past annoyingly happy hot air balloons and sickeningly idyllic European row houses, and dirty Asian markets that were supposed to be cultural. God, how dreadfully lame these shitty urban dreams were. Then she found a city street lit up with neon, half English and half Japanese. It was Tokyo nightlife, crossing to and fro. There were colorful t-shirts and skirts and other club wear. That one was the best image so far.

"No messages," she said, peering up at him finally, as if to shoo him along.

 

[Bill525]

Shane did feel guilty about what he did with Debi yesterday, however, part of him blamed Meghan for his moment of weakness. While he couldn't get the picture or the thought of how good it felt to let out his sexual frustration into Debi, he knew he had to try and be strong. He had been down this path with before and Debi was not a woman he wanted to give power to. He knew that she used to hold great power over him, and part of him worried that if he seemed to be following that path, Debi would use it to her advantage.

"No messages."

After answering how her night was without giving him much more to speak about, he watched her continue to work on the computer. As she looked up at him finally and told him that there were no messages for him. He nodded, a bit disappointed that this conversation was over. "Alright..... well..... thank you..." he said as he started to head toward his office door. He opened it and entered, letting it shut behind him.

He did not expect Debi to be friendly toward him, at least not fully. However, after what happened yesterday, he did expect her to be a bit more warm. What was going on?, he wondered to himself as he sat down at his desk. He got settled and logged onto the computer. Checking his emails, and trying to focus on work. However, every time his eyes caught the couch in his office, his mind pictured what happened yesterday. He knew it was wrong, but it was so hot to cum inside of Debi, like they used to. The danger was a turn on, but it also was something he had to try to keep himself from doing again.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

If she didn't pull all the antics that she did, Debi would have died of boredom it this corporate shithole. Manipulating Shane kept her going, but in the in between moments, maintaining her nice girl façade in front of these losers, especially Marjorie, fuelled her. It was her little game. At two o'clock, she went for a smoke in her usual forbidden hiding place, but when she entered the stairwell she was mildly shocked to see Craig already there in his tan suit and copper-gold tie.

"I thought I'd find you here," he grinned.

"Hey, what's up?" Debi played it cool, feigning innocence.

"It's all right," he assured her. He spoke low but the harsh concrete angles of the stairwell still carried his words. "I don't care that you smoke here. I won't tell."

"Then you won't mind," she smirked as she hauled her cigarettes and lighter from her purse and lit up.

"That skirt is fabulous."

"Thank you."

"And so is the piece of ass in it," he winked.

"Haha," she smiled as she exhaled a long relaxing plume. Then she raised her arms in a stretch and ran her fingers through her hair, pushing out her braless chest and the two little buds of her nipples.

"I like you," he said. "You're a naughty girl."

"What about Amy?" she inquired.

"Amy's a sweetheart," he said. "But not serious."

"And this is?"

"Of course not," he grinned. Debi's lips widened mischievously.

"Well?"

"How much time do you have?"

"Enough," she shrugged.

Craig moved forward and put his arms around her. Taking the smoke from her mouth, she returned the casual embrace and let it dangle from her fingers behind his back. His hands groped at her little titties and they kissed. When their lips parted, she put her smoke back in her mouth, freeing both hands to undo his belt and drop his pants to his ankles. At the same time Craig lifted her skirt and worked her thong panties down.

He fingered her, smearing her entrance as she began to dampen from the thrill of the moment, the danger of getting caught and the potential heavy price of losing both of their jobs. Debi always loved the high of the risk. She shimmied her hips and the panties fell. As Craig kissed her neck, she took her smoke and held it away to ash, then replaced it to her lips. Their heavy breath echoed off the concrete walls.

She reached down and stroked him, jerking his foreskin along his hard shaft and he backed her against the railing and tried to lift one of her thighs. Debi knew that the position wasn't going to work, or at least was going to take too much effort and time, so she turned herself around and leaned forward, her hands on the railing, sticking her naked ass out for him, the colorful skirt bunched up around her middle. He stuck it in, slowly sinking his length, and they both moaned quietly.

Arching her back a bit, she allowed him to penetrate deeper, and his cock sufficiently wetted, he could stroke quicker. He began to fuck her from behind. His panting breath and the subtle smack of his hips against her ass bounced off all the angled cement. They just couldn't be quiet enough. Craig's hands slipped up under her top and found her nipples, and Debi enjoyed another long relaxing drag on her cigarette as he fucked her, smoke filling her lungs while a dick stuffed her cunt. He picked up the pace, emitting the occasional low grunt or grimace which rebounded sharply off the hard walls.

"Hurry up and cum," she whispered. "I'm almost done my smoke."

It was the thrill more than anything. She knew that the five minutes or so that they had would not nearly be enough for an orgasm. It was the quickie on company time, in a risky space that turned her on. They were getting away with something.

"I will, I will," he whispered back. "Just a bit more." Debi pushed on the rail and leaned back into his thrusts, then gave him a clench. That seemed to do it. "Oh, ohh-ohhhh," he grunted and she felt his warmth fill her. He was finished. She waited a moment for him to start softening, then straightened herself up. Reaching into her purse for a tissue, she gave her pussy a quick wipe, then pulled up her white thong and tugged her skirt back into place. She was good as new.

"Thanks," she smirked as he slumped forward against the railing to catch his breath. Then she went to the corner that she always did and crushed out her cigarette butt in the little black smudge that was becoming not so little anymore. "Toodles," she sung quietly and with a playful wave of her fingertips pulled open the door and left the stairwell.

As she walked back to her office she thought to herself, 'Two hot loads within twenty-four hours, nice!' Debi sat herself back at her desk, no one but she and Craig the wiser. She had gotten away with it - again. It was a secret middle finger to this stupid company and that proper cunt Marjorie.

 

[Bill525]

The day ended just like every day, with Shane working long hours in his office. He did not see much of Debi today, just the occasional sighting as she dropped off some paperwork or transferred a call to him in the office. He was busy with this new client of his, and the project that he was working on was taking up all his time. To be honest, the client was a big one for the company and Shane wanted to make sure that everything was checked and double checked. As he checked his computer, he saw how late it was. He sighed as he began to log off, knowing he had to get home or else Meghan would kill him.

As he left the office, he saw that Debi had already gone. He did not blame her, and part of him was happy she left. With how stressed he was, he was in no state to resist her if she made any advances toward him. As he began home he decided that tonight he would try and make amends with Meghan. Sure, she did not know what he did with Debi, but Shane was still feeling guilty about it.

As he arrived home, he saw Meghan in the kitchen, wedding books and samples all over the table. "Hey babe..... working hard I see..." he joked as Meghan looked up at him. Meghan responded with a smirk, "Very funny.... if you were home more often I would have some help with all these plans." Shane hated when she did that, he helped as much as he could, but he had a job to worry about. It was not his fault she wanted a big elaborate wedding.

"What are you working on now? Is this the seating chart?," he asked as he walked over to the table, looking down at everything. Meghan gave him a look, "Don't act like you are interested..... I know you don't want to help," she kept pressing him. He sighed, she was always pushing his buttons when it came to this wedding.

"Babe, I don't want to fight about this..... if you need my help.... I will help," he said. Meghan smiled, "No, you can relax.... I know you are not interested in this stuff, especially just getting home from work." With that, he left the kitchen, heading up to get ready for the night.

As he changed and turned on the television, he began to think about the wedding. Everything Meghan was doing was amazing, and he wanted to help. However, Meghan wanted everything to be perfect and really did not want his help. However, she made sure to complain about his lack of helping every chance she got.

Just then, Meghan walked upstairs and entered the room. "Hey babe.... done for the night?," he asked as she entered the room and gave him a playful look. Meghan responded, "Yeah.... and I feel bad for trying to guilt you about the wedding plans." She walked up to Shane and kissed him. Shane lost himself in the kiss, and began to return the kiss.

Inside his mind, he was excited. He wanted to make love to his wife and get the guilt of fucking Debi out of his head. The moment started to grow more intimate as the kiss grew more passionate. Shane felt his cock twitching, his urges growing.

However, as he got harder and more into the moment, his mind pictured Debi. He had a rush of memories rush back into his mind. He could hear her moaning for him to go harder and rougher. Shane lost control, pushing Meghan up against the wall hard.

"God, what is getting into you," Meghan groaned as Shane kissed her harder. His hands slipping up under her shirt, groping her breasts hard, just like he would to Debi. Meghan was trying to enjoy it, but part of her was wondering what was getting into her fiance.

"Shane wait...." she began before he slipped his hands down, starting to undo her pants. Shane pictured Debi, begging him to put his cock into her bare pussy. To cum inside of her like she always enjoyed. He did not hear his fiances protesting, instead he only thought about the thrill of getting off.

Suddenly, Meghan pushed Shane off of her, "God babe..... what has gotten into you? You know I am not into the rough stuff...." she said as she shook her head. "God, work must be stressing you out....... but now I am not in the mood...." she responded before leaving the room.

Shane gasped, staring at her as she left. He wanted to chase after her, but instead he felt his guilt grow. His mind racing as he felt the grip that Debi had over him taking control. He wanted to call Debi, beg her to let him come over so he could let out his sexual need. However, instead he took a cold shower, hating himself for how he just acted with Meghan and wondering how long it would take for him to get Debi's influence out of his system.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"So what were you up to last night?" Stacey asked as she poured her coffee.

"Just out. You know, hangin'" Debi answered, squinting into the afternoon light as she entered the kitchen from the hall. Running her fingers through her hair, she winced at the throb in her head and the belt of her bath robe. "What most people do on a Saturday night."

"You don't have to get snarky," her sister said in a haughty air.

"I wasn't getting high, all right?" Debi smirked. It was true, although at one point someone had offered a toke and she took it, but that was the extent of it. Even she knew that she didn't need to go down that road again in her life, but booze she could handle and the previous evening she had handled a lot. "It was just me and Amy from work. She's a sweet girl. You'd like her." Stacey tisked. "Look, I'm clean and I'm working full time. That's my end of the deal." Debi took the carafe from her sister and poured herself a mug.

She'd been out with Amy and the two of them got fucked up without paying for a single drink. It certainly wasn't the wildest night of Debi's life but it was still great. In the afternoon they went to a thrift store and found themselves cheap party dresses. Debi bought a slinky sparkle-threaded black halter to wear, but the winner was Amy. Debi picked out a little green empire dress with thin diagonal silver stripes. It was sleeveless with a wrap top bodice that the receptionist's ample cleavage looked stunning in. The first stop of the evening was some pub. It was trivia night and Debi looked for the group that seemed the most serious about winning, geeky but still tuned in, and asked to join them. The quartet perked up and when the girls removed their jackets they instantly agreed. With four guys all hot for the both of them, they all bought round after round trying to outdo each other, and they were pretty good at trivia to boot, taking second prize, part of which was a free round of drinks and pairs of movie passes - a nice little haul for doing nothing more than simply being hot (and not even answering a single question themselves). When the game was over it was still barely ten, so they ditched the trivia geeks and hit a dance club. Cover was twelve bucks each, so Debi took Amy aside and whispered to her to stick her chest out and go ask the doorman if he could let them in for free. She blushed hard but tried anyways. The doorman smirked casually and relented a two-for-one deal. Amy's excitement over her newfound sexiness power was worth the admission alone. They drank and danced and drank and danced some more until they were barely able to stand, then called it a night and cabbed home. Amy had to learn: it wasn't always about getting sex, it was about getting your way, using what you had to get what you want.

"And stay out of trouble," Stacey admonished while she stirred in her cream and sweetener.

"I don't need a lecture," Debi sighed, sipped from her straight black brew and headed back down the hall.

At work on Monday there was a memo circulated to everyone's email reaffirming that there was to be no smoking in the stairwell or anywhere else in the building. Debi sighed over the prospect of having to find a new secret personal smoke pit, but a grin crept over her face as she saw no mention about fucking in the stairwell, or anywhere else in the building for that matter.

After lunch, she noticed that Shane was back in his office after morning meetings upstairs had dragged on longer than usual. Her hair was down and plain and the dark roots had become quite prominent in her part. Her outfit was a pink jacket from a suit set and her long flowing flower print skirt with the same ruffle blouse that she had worn on her first day. With white sheer pantyhose and flat heeled shoes, she looked about as innocent as she ever had the whole time working at WFG. With a breath to prepare herself, she cracked the door open and leaned her head in with a knock.

"Shane?" she asked with a fake grin of nerves and a brow of sweet concern. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

 

[Bill525]

The weekend did not bring Shane anymore closure from Friday night with Meghan. Saturday was filled with wedding planning, or more like, Shane driving Meghan around so she could make decisions on the wedding. The went from venue to venue, as Meghan tried to decide where would be the perfect place to have the wedding. Shane gave his opinions when asked, but often it did not matter. In the end, Meghan decided on a hotel downtown that had a nice wedding venue built in. It gave their guests an option to stay at the hotel if they did not want to leave the wedding after having too much to drink.

As they got into the car, ready to head to their meeting with a florist, Meghan smiled. "What do you think Shane? Did you like the venue?"

Shane smiled as he began to drive, nodding at his fiance. "Of course.... it is perfect...." he admitted. It was a great venue, he just wondered if his opinion would have mattered if he did not like it.

The rest of Saturday turned into wedding things. By the end of the night the two of them were off to bed early. More like, Meghan was fast asleep while Shane was left staying up, feeling a need to get off. He wanted Meghan to meet his needs, to get him off so he did not do what he was doing Saturday night. However, she was fast asleep, so his mind began to wander. His wandering mind landed on Debi, and the feeling of her bare pussy wrapped around his cock. He ended up having to slide out of bed, and head to the bathroom in order to pleasure himself, all while groaning Debi's name.

Sunday was a family day. Meghan and Shane traveled to Meghan's parents in order to spend some time together. It was a nice Sunday, but Shane was a bit off, quiet around the family. He was that way because he was guilty about where his mind had been wandering the night before.

Monday came and Shane found himself in meetings all morning. It was probably for the best, as it kept him away from Debi, but also kept his mind on work and off of what had been going on inside of him. As the afternoon rolled around, Shane returned to his office, needing to get back to work on the new client he had been focusing on.

He was sitting at his desk in his business suit. A navy blue suit that he wore for the meeting. He had taken the jacket off and put it on his chair as he worked, while also loosening his tie. As he heard the knock at the door he looked up to see Debi's face.

"Shane? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Shane felt his eyes widen as he leaned back in his chair. "Sure.... come on in Debi," he said as he took a deep breath. He tried to focus on work, not the fantasies that were running through his head about his ex-girlfriend and secretary all weekend. "What is going on? Is everything okay?"

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Sure ... come on in Debi."

Gingerly, she stepped into his office and shut the door behind her with timid care. Then she perched her booty on the edge of the little sofa that they had fucked on a few days before and smoothed out her long skirt. Debi kept her knees together and her shoulders tight to her body, making herself as small meek and vulnerable as possible.

"It's about what we did," she said sheepishly. "Right here," she indicated by patting the cushion on her right. "It was a mistake. I'm feeling guilty. Very guilty." She wore shame on her mouth and forlorn on her brow. "I think I need to confess to relieve my conscience. I need to tell someone," she told him, intrigued at how quickly Shane may or may not catch on.

 

[Bill525]

Shane watched as Debi entered into his office. Her demeanor was one he had never seen before. He looked, a bit nervous at what was going to happen as she moved over to the couch and sat on the edge of the sofa that they had fucked on a few days ago. That sofa had been a part of his mind since that point, as he imagined in his fantasies about how good it felt to fuck Debi the way he did, even if it was wrong.

"It's about what we did, right here. It was a mistake. I'm feeling guilty. Very guilty. I think I need to confess to relieve my conscience. I need to tell someone," she said as Shane looked at her in shock. He felt his stress level rising, his body becoming tense. He could not believe what he was hearing from her.

"What..... tell someone? Who? Why....." he asked nervously. He was now sitting on the edge of his chair. His facial expression showing how worried he was. The one comment that Debi made had now made Shane a nervous wreck. He wondered who she would want to tell, management, human resources, or his fiance. This situation had gone from a one time thing, to something that could ruin everything that he had worked for.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Inwardly, Debi revelled in Shane's glorious panic as he thrashed about on the end of her hook. She decided to give it another tug.

"Well ... I'm just really stressed out about it. Aren't you?" she asked, her eyes on her agitated hands in her lap. "I just want to clear my conscience. It's part of how I'm trying to change my life now. I've learned that its good to confess, you know?" she said, her voice subdued and breathy. "It heals." Then she lifted her ice blue eyes to fix squarely upon him and her voice became more deliberate and direct. "I've violated the company's trust. Marjorie's trust."

 

[Bill525]

Shane was panicked and had no idea what to say. He stared at Debi, seeing her acting as if what happened between them had really bothered her. He finally got out of his chair, not approaching her, but moving around his desk. He leaned back against the desk staring at her, watching her hands as they laid in her lap. "Stressed..... I am stressed about it too...... I cheated on my fiance...." he said, letting her know that what had happened bothered him as well.

"I just want to clear my conscience. It's part of how I'm trying to change my life now. I've learned that its good to confess, you know? It heals. I've violated the company's trust. Marjorie's trust."

That comment made Shane even more nervous. He stared at her, seeing her ice blue eyes staring into his own, like they were staring into his soul. He gasped as he shook his head, "God, Debi..... this is not good.... Marjorie.... she will not understand...." he said, his head now lowering as he worried about the outcome. "God, I could be suspended or fired...... you could get in trouble too..... this is not a good situation..." he said looking back up into her eyes. "Fuck.... what if my fiance finds out...." he said showing how his mind was trying to work through the situation.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Marjorie ... she will not understand."

"No, she won't," Debi confirmed softly, the shake of her head barely perceptible.

"God, I could be suspended or fired. You could get in trouble too."

"Well, I'm just a PA," she reasoned. "I could get another job." Shane twisted on the end of the rope that Debi dangled him from. It was exhilarating. She could see the fear in his eyes as he assessed the potential damage and realized his possible ruin. She scanned his face for every sign of torture or worry - the tension in his brow, the downward curl of his mouth, the stunned expression in his eyes as if he'd just been randomly slapped in the face. His mind was certainly racing.

"Fuck ... what if my fiancée finds out?"

"Yeah, that could be bad for you," she remarked in her same soft contemplative tone. She fought the corner of her lips from turning upwards into a sinister grin for a moment. Shane's figure was shadowy, backlit by the bleak sunshine through the wide open slits of the blinds behind him and for once she didn't seem to mind the harsh brightness. Then she broke the tension somewhat by taking a deep sighing breath and began to sniff a tear.

"It's just so hard for me right now," she said, rubbing the back of her hand to the corner of her eye. "All this change in my life. I've been through a lot. You don't know." She held her fingertips to her mouth beginning to scrunch in anguish, pinched her eyes shut and took a moment to recover. Then she squeaked, "I owe my sister a lot of money." She looked up at him, her gaze suddenly more direct. Her voice was clear. "It would be a whole lot easier if I didn't," she said.

 

[Bill525]

Shane was nervous, and as Debi confirmed his fears, he felt his blood pressure rising. Everything he had worked for was crumbling in front of him. He never expected that his ex-girlfriend would come back to haunt him. He had thought he rid himself of her troubles, yet here he was, finding himself right back in a spot he never expected to be in again.

"No, she won't. I'm just a PA, I could get another job," Debi confirmed about Marjorie not understanding. She was right of course. She may lose her job, but she would be able to find a new job much easier then he could. He gasped, "Debi please don't do this to me..... I have worked so hard...." he pleaded. His eyes looking at her, part of him showing some frustration in the situation.

As he complained about his fiance finding out, her response caught him off guard a bit. "Yeah, that could be bad for you. It's just so hard for me right now, all this change in my life. I've been through a lot, you know. I owe my sister a lot of money. It would be a whole lot easier if I didn't," she said.

Shane pushed off his desk a little. He moved toward her, looking at Debi with a curious look. "What? Do you expect me to pay you to keep quiet?," he said a bit frustrated. He looked at her, "If I pay you, you are going to keep this quiet and move on, that is what you are saying?"

Shane was frustrated, and his eyes showed it. He glanced at her, hating himself for getting into this situation with Debi again. One moment of weakness and he caved, giving into her temptation. He let out all his sexual frustration, but now he was dealing with the consequences.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"Debi please don't do this to me. I have worked so hard." he pleaded.

He was groveling. It was great. Debi inwardly relished the moment but maintained the innocence on her face. He stepped forward.

"What? Do you expect me to pay you to keep quiet? If I pay you, you are going to keep this quiet and move on, that is what you are saying?"

He had understood all right, but she could still keep coy and deflect it all back upon his guilt.

"Is that what you think of me," she said, her voice trembling with hurt before turning softer. "I told you, I needed to be held. You took advantage of me." She looked down into her lap and gave him a moment to soak that all in. "I'm just saying that I'm really stressed out about a lot of things. Not just us," she said and raised her eyes, now wet with tears, back to his.

 

[Bill525]

Shane looked at her, his mind racing as he thought about Debi trying to get him to pay her to keep her quiet. He was frustrated with her. Why would she do this to him? He knew that he did not take advantage of her, it was Debi who begged him to give in to her. However, in this moment, Debi was so good at acting like the victim.

"Is that what you think of me. I told you, I needed to be held. You took advantage of me," she said to him.

Shane shook his head, "No..... I did not take advantage of you. That is not what happened Debi and you know it...." he said as he moved closer. The innocent look she had and the trembling of hurt in her voice pulled at his heart. Deep down, Shane was a good guy and he did not want to hurt Debi at all.

"I'm just saying that I'm really stressed out about a lot of things. Not just us," she said as her eyes raised to meet his. He saw the tears in her eyes and the sight made his anger melt.

He moved over to her, staring into her eyes as he softly moved his hand to her shoulder. "Debi.... I am sorry..... I know things can be tough, I am not trying to be a jerk....." he said as he tried to be the good guy. "I have been stressed too...... and I did not mean to add to your stresses at all....." he said as his hand gently held her shoulder. He was trying to show support, but also was trying to be a bit careful to not fall into one of Debi's traps.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

He was reasoning with her and actually standing his ground. She was almost impressed, but she knew that she could keep changing gears and fucking with him all day. Besides, Debi held the hammer. She held his job and his marriage in her hands and she was not about to let go.

His hand found her shoulder. She felt its weight rest upon it through her jacket. She parted it subtly and straightened up a bit, pushing her chest forward as she heaved a soft trembling sigh.

"So, you're not going to help me?" she sniffed looking up at him, his silhouette conveniently blocking the brightness through the window.

 

[Bill525]

Shane pressed his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her as he understood she was going through a lot. However, he was still skeptical. One thing he was sure of, Debi was not one to be trusted. his past experiences with her let him know that. He may still be weak around her, but at least was not as gullible as he once was. He saw her straightening up a bit, pushing her chest forward as he heard her soft, trembling, sad sigh.

"So, you're not going to help me?," she asked.

That comment hurt Shane a bit, but he knew he could not just give her money. He stared down, his eyes meeting hers as he shook his head. "I did not say that..... but I can't just give you the money......" he said. "Debi.... I will help you anyway I can.... I want you to keep this job and work here with me....." he began as he tried to let her know that he wanted her around.

"I just don't want to risk either of our jobs, or my marriage......" he said softly, seeing her sad eyes. Something about her looking so vulnerable made him not only feel bad, but also be even more attracted to her. She was always able to get his mind on whatever she wanted, including sex. However, he had never seen her this vulnerable before. He was starting to believe this was not a game with her, but that her sadness was real.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"I did not say that ... but I can't just give you the money."

"Yes, I suppose. Since you've got everything and I've got nothing," she hung her head again. Debi thought about letting the matter go and trying again another time but then thought better of it. She could tell that he was teetering precariously. Shane was working to get out of this but he was still scared. The moment was now.

"I just don't want to risk either of our jobs, or my marriage."

"Then when did you fuck me?" she raised her chin just enough to look him in the eyes with her brow furrowed with shame and hurt and a trace of anger. Debi's anguish was accusatory, a fist of guilt aimed right for his chin. Her breath trembled and her eyes smudged with tears. "Are you just a horny guy like all the rest?" she whimpered, yet her words still pointed, the ice in her eyes piercing right through him. "I thought you were different."

 

[Bill525]

Shane felt awful as she responded to him. He watched her head drop as she told him he had everything and she had nothing. His hand on her shoulder rubbed a bit. He felt bad, felt like he was being a bad guy. He sighed, "Debi.... that is not what I meant....."

"Then why did you fuck me? Are you just a horny guy like all the rest?," she said. Those comments dug deep into him as he looked like a broken man at her. "I thought you were different."

Shane sighed as she looked up at her. Her sexy, ice blue eyes staring right into his own. However, she looked sad, broken. He felt awful, as he gasped. "God no..... I am not like the rest.... I am not using you Debi...." he began. He felt awful, was he using her? He did give into her because he wanted to get off. He never considered himself as the bad guy in this situation.

"God.... I am so sorry...." he said as he looked down at the floor. He stepped forward, sliding his hand off her shoulder and down to her back. His other hand slipping around her as he hugged her gently. "I did not mean to hurt you..... I want to help you..." he admitted as he stepped into her, holding her gently, trying to comfort her.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

"God no. I am not like the rest. I am not using you Debi."

She knew that she was getting to him as he began apologizing profusely. She had him hooked again and it was time to lure him in some more. Bowing her head once more, she leaned forward, drawing within breathing distance and closed her eyes to squeeze a tear from each while folding her trembling hands in her lap.

"I did not mean to hurt you. I want to help you."

"It's just my sister, Stacey," she sniffled. "She really helped me, and I love her and everything, but I owe her some money and I need to start paying it back," she said. "I'm really feeling guilty about it."