Just getting warmed up. I could speed things along faster, but I think a proper build-up makes a better story.
Fair Game 2
Jade did her best to forget the Boardroom Incident. For a week, she agonized over every detail, picking apart every nuance of tone and stance, searching for a way to turn the brutal event into something she could use against the board.
In the end, there wasn’t anything she could come up with. The man had fucked her then disappeared. The few meetings she had with board members brought no mention of the video. If they were treating her differently, she couldn’t tell. Bringing the incident up on her own initiative struck her as career suicide, and so she simply put it behind her.
She had plenty to keep herself busy. Jade had a fledgling software studio to run, endless planning meetings to orchestrate, and dozens of new employees to hire.
One of the reasons she had pushed to found her own studio was the desire to sculpt the culture from the ground up. Safe Space Studios was meant to be exactly that: a place where creative people could get together and make magic happen without the bullying and harassment that was so commonly associated with the industry.
Jade had a trusted HR manager do preliminary hiring interviews, but she made a policy that she would be the only one who had final say on any new hire. It was an ambitious goal, but Jade was nothing if not motivated.
Day after day, she was the first to arrive at S3, and burned the midnight oil until the early hours of the morning. Every time she felt the exhaustion building, she remembered the arrogant sneer of the man, and his accusations that all she was good for was a cheap fuck. Every time, the memory pushed her to work harder. She would prove to him that she was worthy of her position, damn it. No, fuck him. She would prove it to herself.
Gradually, the studio filled with new staff and they got to work brainstorming ideas and putting together prototype software. Jade kept herself in the thick of it. She was no distant C-suite exec, divorced from the daily running of her empire. She had made it this far by being grounded and engaged, and there was no way she’d be changing that now.
As the positions in the studio filled, the number of hiring interviews Jade had to perform reduced until she was down to just one or two a day. All the required positions were filled, and now she was searching for any hire that was truly special, someone who could make a definite impact on the company.
It was late in the afternoon on a Tuesday when Janet, the HR manager, stuck her head in the door and rapped on the frame with her knuckles. “Hey boss, it’s just about closing time. I finished an interview a few minutes ago, and I think we might have a winner.”
Jade looked up from her computer where she was poring over tomorrow’s meeting schedule. “Oh? What role?”
“Special Liaison,” Janet grinned.
Special Liaison was a role Jade had invented. A jack-of-all-trades who could be everywhere at once, adding their expertise to any and all projects currently ongoing. It was a role only the best of the best could fill, someone who would work closely with Jade herself. Jade never expected the role to actually fill, and Janet’s enthusiasm perked her interest.
“Oh really? Is she still here?”
“He’s in the conference room. I asked him to wait and see if you wanted to do the interview now or tomorrow.”
Jade brushed at her suit jacket and suppressed the frown before it had a chance to form. She could work with men, hell, the industry was dominated by men, but she had been hoping to find another woman to hold the Special Liaison role. She glanced at the clock and sighed. “Might as well. No sense in him coming back tomorrow.”
“I really do think he’s a good fit,” Janet said.
Jade paused to eye the HR manager. Janet seemed different. Wait, was Janet blushing? She rolled her eyes, already determined to turn the new hire down. The last thing she needed was to have some overly handsome man running around the office turning her serious workplace into a ditzy mess.
“Thank you, Janet.”
Janet heard the dismissal in her voice and ducked out. Jade made a face to herself, then took a deep breath. Might as well get this over with. She grabbed her tablet, pulled up the interview notes Janet had shared with her, and started scanning through them as she left her office behind.
The studio was mostly empty, even though it was only a few minutes after five. S3 made a point of emphasizing healthy work-life balance, which meant the employees were encouraged to clock out promptly and go enjoy the rest of their day.
Jade crossed the office to the conference room and let herself in, still engrossed in the tablet. If these notes were accurate, Janet might actually be right about this guy being a good fit. She nudged the door shut behind her with her hip, and looked up.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a cold fist clenched in her gut. It had been dark in the boardroom, and she had never got a good look at the man’s face during the incident, but how many men had that same towering form, broad shoulders and dark hair.
“Hello, Jade.”
The man’s voice was like a punch to the solar plexus. There was no doubt. It was him. “You!”
“Me,” he grinned.
Jade stared at him like a deer in headlights. He had blue eyes, she noticed, and was damnably handsome. “What are you doing here?”
“Didn’t Janet tell you? I’m applying for a job.”
“But—what? No. You can’t! The, I mean, you’re not even qualified!”
He shrugged. “You might be surprised. But really, it doesn’t make a difference. This is the board’s decision. They figured the best way to keep an eye on you was to have me stick close at hand.”
“No. Fuck that. They promised me that I would have full control over my staff hiring! And there’s no fucking way I’m going to work with someone like you!” Jade glanced down at her tablet. “Is Jack even your real name?”
“You can call me Master if you like, but only in private.”
Jade’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe the sheer gall of the man! “Get the fuck out of my building,” she hissed at him.
Jack shrugged. “If you like. But if I do, the board is going to get another anonymous email in the morning.”
She froze, her mouth suddenly dry. “You wouldn’t.”
“And why not? You’re not exactly being nice to me.”
“Nice? Nice?! You motherfucker! You raped me!”
“Keep your voice down,” Jack said pleasantly. “And no, I distinctly remember you asking me to fuck you. Begged me to, more like.”
A hot flush rushed up Jade’s neck and set her cheeks ablaze. She remembered the moment, the teetering-on-the-brink juncture. His cock poised to enter her, about to either send her to the hospital or give her the fucking of a lifetime.
“Damn you,” Jade said, and hated the way her voice crumbled halfway through.
“I have the recording, if you’d like to refresh your memory.”
Jade closed her eyes and swallowed convulsively. “No. That won’t be necessary.”
She heard his footsteps coming closer, and jerked her head up. He had already crossed the room and put himself between her and the door. She was trapped. She should have run screaming the moment she recognized him. Should have called the cops after the incident. Should have…
“What’s it going to be, Jade?” he asked.
Jade looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips involuntarily parted. Was he going to fuck her here, on the conference room table? Make her swallow his enormous cock again? “I… I don’t…”
Jack’s mouth quirked. “The hiring,” he clarified gently. “Are you going to hire me? Or do I send an email?”
Cold sweat prickled across Jade’s back. She didn’t have a choice. “When can you start?” she asked woodenly.
“Tomorrow is plenty soon enough. I’ll see you in the morning, Jade. We have a lot of work to do!” Jack turned around, opened the door, and ducked through.
Jade slumped back against the conference table, her heart thundering in her chest. Her knees felt like jello, and there was a distinct dampness between her legs. She pushed the heels of her palms into her eyes and yelled, “Fuuuck!”
The next morning, Jade almost called in sick. Only the determination not to allow Jack the slightest victory got her out of bed. She dressed for battle, donning her sharpest white pantsuit and a blood-red blouse. Her power colors.
The extra time spent picking out clothes meant she arrived only a few minutes before the start of the work day, a far cry from her usual arrival time of an hour early. Janet met her at the door, a nervous smile on her face.
“There you are, Boss!” she chuckled. “I was about to send out a search party. Jack is here already, and hard at work!”
The mention of Jack’s name made Jade wince. “Is he, now. Catch me up while we walk to my office.”
Jade listened to Janet babble, only partially listening while seething internally. How come she couldn’t stand up to Jack? In her entire professional career, there hadn’t been a single male co-worker she hadn’t been able to intimidate and dominate. And now, at this most important time, she was folding like a wet towel at the slightest confrontation.
They reached Jade’s office, and she made an excuse to get Janet to leave her alone. Jade shut the door behind her, then went about lowering all the blinds, blocking off the floor-to-ceiling glass walls and isolating her office. She needed time to think, without anyone walking by being able to see her.
She was just powering up her computer when there was a knock at her door. “I’m busy!” Jade called, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. Obviously she was busy! That’s why the shades were down!
The door opened anyway, and Jack stepped through. His presence filled the office. It was not merely his physical size, but the weight of his presence seemed to crush the air out of Jade’s lungs.
“Morning, Jade,” Jack said with his usual good cheer.
“What the fuck do you want?” she snarled at him.
Jack pursed his lips and arched an eyebrow. “It’s a bit early in the morning for that, don’t you think?”
Jade flushed and decided to put her foot down. This had to end now before it got completely out of hand. “Listen. I don’t know what you’re planning, but it stops here. I am not engaging in any sexual activities with you now or in the future. I’m married, for Christ’s sake!”
Jack only nodded along, as if he agreed with her. “Totally. And I respect that position of yours. If you want me to leave you alone, I will. I’ll tell the lovely Janet that being hired on was a mistake, and you’ll never have to see me again.”
He turned to leave, and Jade stared at his broad shoulders in shock. That was it? He was just going to give up? “Wait,” she said, as his hand reached out for the door knob.
Jack looked back at her, his expression one of polite curiosity. “Yes?”
“That’s it? You’ll just… go?”
“Well, sure. I’ll tell the board that you refused their required oversight. After that, things will be out of my control.”
Jade looked down at her hands and forced herself to stop twisting her fingers together. “Isn’t… Can’t you just do the oversight? If your resume was truthful, you could be making seven figures every year! The job is a good one! Isn’t that enough?”
His chuckle was rich and full of genuine amusement. “Jade, I make more than that in a month, just on my passive residuals. The job doesn’t mean anything to me beyond a way to pass the time.”
“Then… why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?”
Jack shrugged. “Because I can. And it’s fun. Like I said, at the top, everything is fair game.”
“So, I’m just a game to you?”
“You can look at it that way if it makes you feel better.”
Something broke inside Jade’s mind. She was going to wind up getting fucked again. She knew it. Nerves tingled in her cunt and she felt her body beginning to moisten in anticipation. The betrayal of her body was somehow worse than Jack’s unwanted attention. Getting raped was something she could blame on the man. Her nipples tightening, the sudden sensitivity of her pussy and the dampness in her cunt were entirely her own reactions.
Jack stepped closer to her, and Jade jerked her gaze up to meet his. “What—” she paused to swallow and clear her throat. “What are you doing?”
“I promised that I would train you,” Jack said quietly, “and that is what I intend to do.”
Jade lifted a hand to her throat, remembering the way his cock had stretched her. “I have a meeting. In ten minutes.”
“Postpone it,” he ordered.
Jade felt the edge of her desk hit the back of her thighs and realized she had been retreating from him. “Please,” she whispered.
Jack reached behind himself and grabbed the tablet off her desk, then handed it to her. “Clear a slot. Thirty minutes should do.”
The tablet felt like a thousand pounds in Jade’s hands as she mechanically entered her password and brought up the scheduling app. Was this what her life had been reduced to? Bumping her production manager meeting until after lunch so a brute of a man could shove his cock down her throat?
She made the necessary change to the meeting schedule, then paused, her finger over the accept button, unable to finish the action. Her heart pounded in her throat and she felt dizzy. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“What reason did you give for the schedule change?” Jack asked.
It took her several tries before she found the ability to speak. “Onboarding the new Liaison,” she croaked.
“Nice. Better make it a repeating meeting. I have a feeling your training will take a while.”
Jade hit the required checkbox with trembling fingers. “My husband—”
“Doesn’t work for the board,” Jack cut her off bluntly. “Why do you care, anyway? You haven’t slept with him in months.”
“How did you…? That’s none of your business!”
“Just accept the meeting. Did you eat breakfast this morning?”
Reluctantly, Jade finalized the schedule change. A simple press of a button, and she had slammed the prison gate closed on herself. “No, I was running late as it was. Why?”
“Your first lesson. Until you get your gag reflex under control, you should have an empty stomach when sucking on my cock.”
Jade blanched. She remembered the salad she had thrown up the last time. “I… how long?”
“How long does it take for your stomach to empty out? I don’t know, but you should probably learn. For now, eat breakfast after our morning meeting. Otherwise, I’ll let you know ahead of time. If you chuck your salad on me in the future, I’ll have to punish you.”
“You could also not rape me,” Jade muttered angrily.
“Enough talk,” Jack grunted. “Tits out.”
“Excuse me?”
“You want this done quickly, right? Visual stimulation is a great way to accelerate things.” Jack leaned down until he was eye to eye with her. “So get your fucking tits out.”
Slowly, Jade pulled off her suit jacket and hung it on her chair. She lifted her hands to the buttons on her blouse, but couldn’t bring herself to undo them.
“For fuck’s sake,” Jack growled. “Come here.”
He reached for the neck of Jade’s blouse, and sudden panic swelled in Jade’s chest. She slapped away his hand. Lightning quick, Jack grabbed a handful of her hair at the base of her skull and yanked her head back.
“No!” Jade yelped, and grabbed his wrist, struggling to break free.
Jack slapped her. Not on her face, but across her left tit. Sharp pain was followed by a burning ache that made Jade’s knees weak. She let out a low, agonized moan, but stopped fighting.
“You don’t get to say no to me,” Jack growled. “And don’t raise your voice. Someone might hear you. Now take off your blouse. Or leave it on and explain to your people why you have slobber stains on your top at nine am. Your call.”
Tears ran down Jade’s face as the brutal reality of the situation set in. Once again, she had no choice in the matter. It took her a full minute to coax the first button open on her blouse because her hands were shaking so much. The second one went easier, and then the rest went one after the next.
“Good girl,” Jack praised her.
The praise made her sick to her stomach. She slipped her red blouse off her shoulders and folded it neatly on the seat of her chair. She still had her bra on, but she felt naked and exposed anyway.
“Bra too,” Jack encouraged her.
Jade’s eyes burned and she blinked furiously to keep the tears from running down her cheeks. She reached behind herself, found the clasp and released it. Before the garment could slide off her chest, she cupped it to herself, not quite ready to expose her breasts to Jack. Her left breast felt sore where he had hit her, and her nipple ached to the touch. She shrugged the straps from her shoulders and tossed the bra on top of her blouse. Self-consciously, Jade kept an arm folded over her tits, unwilling to let him see her just yet.
“Now get my pants off,” Jack ordered.
“Please don’t do this to me,” Jade begged in a broken voice. “I’ll do anything you want. Just stop with the sex stuff.”
“You don’t seem to get it yet, Jade,” Jack said impatiently. “The sex stuff is the point, and blowjobs are just the beginning. If you make me ask you again, maybe I’ll try fitting my cock up your ass instead.”
Shock and fear overcame the embarrassment and Jade looked up at him, her mouth open and eyes wide. “I’ve never done that! You would kill me!”
“Probably wouldn’t kill you,” Jack gave her a judicious look. “Not immediately, at least. But if you don’t want to find out, you better get busy. You’ve already wasted five minutes.” He sat on the edge of her desk, five feet away from her, and gestured invitingly at his groin.
Jade swallowed. She could see the bulge of his cock running down the leg of his slacks. It looked just as large as she remembered. That thing would never fit in her asshole. It would kill her for certain. The last time she tried to put anything up her ass, it had been a garlic clove ten years ago, in a failed attempt to help break a fever. She had barely been able to squeeze a small clove up there, even with the help of some olive oil, and it had felt large and uncomfortable until she had finally pushed it out.
She looked up at Jack and saw the impatience in his eyes. Jade started to stand, then froze when Jack cleared his throat. “Stay on your knees.”
Jade didn’t want to stain the knees of her white suit slacks on the new carpet, so she had to let the arm covering her chest fall in order to take as much weight off her knees as possible. Her tits hung beneath her, firm cones tipped with the strawberry nubs of her nipples. She didn’t have big tits, barely a B cup, really, but gravity made them look larger.
“Nice,” Jack complimented her with a leer.
She blushed and finished crawling between Jack’s legs. His buckle wasn’t a normal post-through-strap style, and it took her a few seconds to figure out how to release it with shaking hands. Her elbow kept bumping into the heavy weight of his cock, reminding her of what was coming next.
Jack’s buckle finally opened, then the hook on his slacks. She reached into his fly, found the head of the zipper, and slowly drew it downward. The freshly-shaved base of his cock came into view, and she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear.
Up close, in the light, his cock seemed nearly as big around as her wrist. She reached into his pants, her mind gibbering in fear, and felt the girth of his cock. She couldn’t get her fingers all the way around it. He was already hard, and there was no way she would be able to get the heavy pole up out of his pants.
Jade looked up at him, uncertain of how to proceed. Jack grinned at her and lifted his hips up off the edge of the table. His slacks fell down around his ankles and his cock surged up and smacked her under the chin.
She sat back on her heels, staring in awe at the cock bobbing in front of her eyes. Had she really fit that monster down her throat? Looking at it now, she would never have thought such a thing was possible.
“Well? Are you just going to stare at it all day? You’re in here until I cum, so you better get to work.”
Now that the moment had arrived, Jade found it distressingly easy to lean forward and kiss the tip. Her heart raced in her chest, and she had an absolute swamp between her legs. This humiliation was turning her on despite her mental anguish.
Jack smelled clean, with a hint of whatever shaving cream he had used to remove his pubic hair with. She almost felt disappointed that he didn’t smell of male musk like he had the last time. She opened her mouth and felt a hint of soreness in her jaw, still lingering weeks after being stretched. Then the head of his cock slipped past her teeth and into her mouth.
The last time she had Jack’s cock in her mouth, his fist had been in her hair, forcing her to deepthroat his monster. This time, his hands remained at his sides, resting on the edge of the table. Uncertain of how to proceed, Jade looked the question up at him through watering eyes.
“What, you want me to force it in you?” Jack asked, surprised.
What did she want? The question horrified her that she even had to ask it. Of course she wanted nothing to do with Jack at all! He was the antithesis of what she wanted Safe Space Studios to be. His sort of toxic male sexuality was what she had created S3 to exclude! Software development was rife with dominant male personalities hogging up all the air.
But then again, she had to get Jack to blow his load. It horrified her, but she didn’t have any options left. She could barely wriggle her tongue under the weight of Jack’s cock. If she had to slowly lick him to completion, she would be on her knees until lunch time. Did she really want Jack to force her to swallow him again? Surely there was a better option.
Then Jack’s hand reached around the cup the back of her skull. It didn’t take much pressure for his cockhead to hit the back of her throat. Jade gagged and spit bubbled up around her stretched wide lips.
The pressure never relented, and Jack’s biceps flexed as he pulled her closer. Desperately, Jade pushed against his thighs. He was going to tear her throat open! It hurt too much for her to take it again! She gagged again, and the spit had nowhere to go this time but up and out her nose.
Belatedly, she remembered his instructions from the day before. She had to swallow. Out of self-preservation, she obeyed.
“That’s my girl,” Jack breathed as the head of his cock cleared her tonsils and jammed into her esophagus. “New lesson,” he instructed her. “Breathe through your nose.”
It was impossible. Every attempt to draw breath was blocked by the fat cock. Panic was started to grow in her and she looked up at Jack, desperation and fear etched in her eyes.
“No, dummy.” Jack slapped her lightly on the cheek. “Through your nose.”
It took another few seconds before Jade figured out how to convince her body that it was safe to breathe through her nose. She had to suck down the saliva and phlegm that was clogging her sinuses first, then she took a cautious breath of air. She could do it!
“See, not so hard. Now this next bit is tricky, so I’m going to take it slow.” Inch by inch, Jack started forcing his cock down Jade’s throat. “You need to get a feel for where my cock blocks off your airway.”
Suddenly, Jade couldn’t breathe anymore. She tapped him on the thigh to let me know and he nodded. And kept going. Jade’s eyes widened and she coughed reflexively, making spit surge up out of her mouth and run down her chin.
“Relax,” Jack admonished her. “Let me fuck your throat a bit. I’ll let you breathe in a minute.”
A minute?! She was going to suffocate! Jade struggled, trying to break his grip on the back of her head. He clucked his tongue and reached down with his other hand. He found her nipple, slippery with the gooey spit running off her chin, and pinched it hard.
Jade yelled, or tried to, as her bruised left nipple was cruelly twisted. She bucked against his grip, fighting dual battles against the desperate need for oxygen and the searing pain in her nipple.
It only took a few seconds before the strength drained out of her and she collapsed, held in place by Jack’s grip on her head and the thick cock down her throat. Jack let go of her nipple and eased his cock back out. Jade felt the head of his cock slide past the opening to her lungs, and abruptly she could breathe again.
She drew in a hard breath, then coughed a few times, spraying the buildup of saliva out of her mouth, before she managed to get a clean lungful of air. Then Jack pushed back into her throat, cutting her air off.
“Jesus Christ, Jade. Your throat is tight as fuck,” Jack grunted. He bent over her kneeling form and forced her head into a more optimal angle. Then he started thrusting, burying his cock repeatedly down her throat.
Jade braced herself against his shins and focused on holding her breath. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the ache in her tit and the new, different ache in her cunt. She hadn’t felt that needy ache since she was a teenager, dry-humping her first actual boyfriend in the movie theater.
When the pressure in her lungs grew too strong to ignore any longer, she tapped the back of Jack’s calf, and after another stroke or two, he pulled out enough to let her drag in a fresh, blissful gasp of air. Then he was back deep again, his balls slapping her wet chin as he fucked her throat.
Jade reached between her legs and jolted at the first tentative touch to her clit. She was soaking wet, and more turned on that she could ever remember. She cupped her tit, getting her hand slippery with stringy saliva, and eased her hand into her suit pants.
Her underwear was practically dripping, and suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer. She slipped the gusset of her thong to the side and frantically rubbed at her clit. Pleasure crashed through her and she gave a drunken moan around Jack’s cock.
He pulled back, letting her breathe again, and twisted around to see where her arm was. “Holy shit, you fucking slut. You’re loving this!”
Jade wanted to protest, deny everything. She wasn’t a slut! He was forcing her to do this! Then the cock pushed back down her throat again. Some switch flicked over in her brain, and she felt the cock jamming down her esophagus like it was inside her cunt. She crammed two fingers up inside of her cunt and gave a gurgling scream as she came.
Jack’s thrusts grew stronger, more rapid, then the muscles in his abdomen tightened. He slammed to a halt, his hips pressed hard against her jaw. Jade felt the hot, wet spurt of his cum running down her throat and she rubbed her clit furiously, trying to prolong her orgasm.
Her eyes rolled and she bucked, her legs thrashing around underneath her. Jack let her head go, and she fell backwards, her throat finally, blissfully free. Jade collapsed across the carpet, panting after breath and swallowing repeatedly, trying to ease the ache in her throat. Gradually she recovered her breath, and her heartrate slowed.
“You’re a fast learner,” Jack said begrudgingly. He crouched down next to her quivering form and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Jade looked up at him through eyes red and swollen. He had dressed himself already, looking clean, calm and professional once more. “You asshole,” she croaked.
Jack grinned and leaned over to look down her sprawled-out form. “A suggestion for future consideration. Don’t wear white. Or if you do, take your pants off before masturbating.”
Horrified, Jade made the effort to sit upright and looked down at herself. Her crotch was soaked in her juices, and wet around the waist where slobber had run down her stomach. “Oh my god,” she groaned. “What am I going to do?”
“Do you trust me?” Jack asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Not even a little bit!”
“Okay, fair. But you really should. I have a solution, but you have to accept it.”
Jade glared daggers at him. “I hate you.”
He sighed. “Look. I could just leave you here. Let you try and figure out a way to recover without the whole office seeing you as a cheap whore. Or you can say the words, and I’ll help you out.”
“This is your fault!”
“Obviously. So, what’s it going to be? Do you trust me?”
Jade scrubbed the back of her hand across her eyes, hating herself for the tears that threatened to roll down her face once more. “Yes,” she said brokenly.
“Yes what?”
“Fuck you! Yes! I fucking trust you!”
Jack laughed. “We’ll work on your sincerity another time.” He extended a hand to her, offering to help her stand.
“Now what?”
“I have to leave your office to get what I need. You’re directly in front of the door.”
Jade blushed and took his hand. He hauled her upright with no discernable effort and guided her to where she wouldn’t be visible from the doorway, then slipped out. Jade stared after him for a long moment, then slid to the floor once more, her face buried in her hands. Silent sobs shook her shoulders.
After a minute her sobs slowed to a stop, and she stood upright and fumbled across her desk for her phone. Jade turned the selfie camera on and looked at her face. She looked freshly fucked, like the cheap whore Jack had accused her of being. Mascara ran down her face in streaks, her eyes were bloodshot, hair mussed, and the skin of her neck and chest were shiny with rivers of spit.
The soft knock on her door startled her, and she covered her bare breasts with one arm, panic choking her throat and making her call to wait come out as a muffled croak. The door opened anyway, and Jack slipped back into her office.
He held what looked like an oversized leather laptop bag out in front of him. “Tada.”
Jade just looked at him, defeated and confused. “I don’t get it.”
Jack reached up with his free hand and undid a clasp. The bag unfolded with a thump, turning into a full-sized garment bag. The front was transparent plastic, showing a neatly pressed pantsuit inside. “It’s your size,” he explained. “Though in black, not white. I hope you don’t mind pinstripes.”
Jade stared at him. “How? Why?”
He grinned and set the garment bag down across her desk. “What kind of master would I be if I didn’t take care of my sub? I didn’t expect to need it so soon, but I was a boy scout, you know. Be Prepared.”
Jade didn’t like the implication that she was a sub and Jack was her master, but this didn’t seem like the right time to correct him. The offered replacement suit was a lifeline, a way to preserve her dignity and save herself from humiliation. Still, the fact that she had to accept it from Jack was a bitter taste in the back of her throat.
Jack winked at her. “Don’t forget to fix your makeup. You’ve still got five minutes before your next meeting.” He reached into a pocket, pulled out a foil-wrapped tube of cough drops and placed them on the desk next to the garment bag. “For your throat. Drink a lot of water.”
He turned to leave, and Jade cleared her throat. She winced as Jack paused and looked back over his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.