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The Morning After


She awoke, no headache to speak of, but her throat was dry. She rolled over to grab her water bottle when it all came flooding back to her.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!

The company holiday party. Joining her boss and other coworkers on the back patio. They had cigarettes. He smoked a cigar.  

Why did he have to be smoking a cigar?

All she had wanted was to get away from the noise. All she had wanted was to be near him. But, in that moment, with his sweet scent wafting around her, all she wanted was him.

She leaned against the wall, taking in their aimless conversation, trying her best to not be noticed. They generally ignored her, granting a head nod or two. As the cigarettes slowly stamped out, soon it was only the two of them that remained.

She wasn’t sure he had noticed her before the others had departed. He turned to her, took another puff, and tilted his head to the sky breathing out the smoke.

“What kind are you smoking?”

“You smoke?”

“No, I…”

She had drank too much. She peaked outside her bedroom window. The car was in the driveway. When had she gotten home? The drive back, and dropping off the intern, came back. The kid talked too much.

“I like to be around people, men, who smoke cigars.” He gave a puzzled look. She grinned, bit her lip, and turned away. It was cold, so much so she would have shivered if the heat in her loins wasn’t warming her.

“You look like you’re almost done.” She nodded towards his cigar. “Can you tell me when you are about to finish?”

“I have one puff left.” He took it, filling his mouth with smoke, and slowly releasing it in her direction. She closed her eyes, took in the sweet scent, and relaxed back into the wall.

“May I do something for you, something I know you’ll like?” He thought for a moment, then nodded his approval.

She pushed herself off the wall and slowly approached him. Her short skirt. Her low cut tank top. Her knee high leather boots. Her tights with the crotch cut out. All of it made her feel sexy. She could feel the heat of her desire pulsing towards him with her few but deliberate steps.

Standing in front of him, even in her boots, he towered over her. She lifted the cigar from his hand, turned up his palm, and rolled the ash into the worn flesh. Placing her hands behind her back, she tilted over, displaying her chest just a little more. Easing her head in, she paused just in front of his hand. Looking up into his eyes, a carnal passion filling his gaze, she grinned again.

Then, tilting her head back down, she began to lick the ash out of his hand. Long languid strokes into his palm, in between his fingers, all around. Softly she sucked on the small mounds at the base of each finger. She traced the lines of his palm with the tip of her tongue. She swiveled her head back and forth, licking, sucking, fucking his hand.

Before she understood what was happening, she was again against the wall. The hand which she had been loving now gripped her hair, pulling her head back. His body leaned into her. His other hand violently pushed her thighs open. He then learned her tights were crotchless and she wore no panties.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!

With his foot, he shoved the metal trash can in front of the door. Meanwhile, two fingers played in her pussy while his thumb stroked circles around her clit.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was booming, commanding. She would not dare defy him. His stare was calculating, controlled.

“Do you want me fuck to you?” Her voice was gone now. All she could do was pant or moan or whine at his manipulations. He brought his face closer still to hers. He would not unlock his eyes from hers.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice had turned ice cold, threatening.

“Yes.” She said it as a whimper, as a plea, as a secret she had promised never to reveal.

“Hmm.”  He tilted his head, measuring her up, taking in her response.

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Someone banged on the door. The noise broke his stare, broke her trance, broke the moment. He loosened his grip on her hair a little and paused his fingers in her pussy. Shocked, horrified, not knowing what else to do, she turned and ran, feeling his fingers slip out of her as she fled.

She hurried around the building, quickly found the intern, and sped away.

Oh god, what have I done? What have I done!?!

She paced her bedroom floor. She could still feel his grip in her hair, his fingers in her pussy, the smell of cigar smoke on her skin.

Her cell phone rang. She picked it up.   It was him.  She answered.


“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“I… Um…”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”


“Midnight. The patio. Bring your favorite cigar.  And this time, you won’t be able to get away.” 

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