The next morning, Jade arrived at work at her usual early hour, and took grim satisfaction that she had beaten Jack to work. She held her morning bagel in her mouth as she entered the code to the front door and let herself in to Safe Space Studio.
She was determined not to allow Jack to throw off her usual routine. This time, she had a plan to avoid his abuse. The meeting with him was for giving her new Liaison instruction on how to engage with the various teams. That couldn’t be accomplished locked in her office, so she would ensure she was never alone with him and his training would take place out in the open in full view of her employees.
Jack arrived five minutes before the workday began and walked up to where Jade was busy talking to one of her team leads.
“Are you ready for our meeting?” Jack asked.
“Yes, of course. Petra here is the art lead. Petra, this is Jack.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Jack reached out and shook Petra’s hand.
Petra was a petite blonde, with bright blue eyes and an impressive bust that she did her best to hide beneath a flowing, formless top. Like most of the artists Jade liked to work with, Petra had a dozen piercings in various parts of her face. Lips, nose, septum, eyebrow, all had a few, and at least another dozen in her left ear. She had a climbing rose neck tattoo, an elaborate permanent henna-style design as a full sleeve, and the left side of her scalp was shaved and tattooed in geometric designs.
“The Boss wants you to get a bird’s eye view of my department,” Petra explained. “I’m not sure how much I can show you in the next half-hour, but I’ll give you the tour. You can shadow me the rest of the day and pick up what you can.”
Petra was the ideal department head to send Jack the message she wanted. Petra was a lesbian, married with an adopted child, and had a deep-seated distrust of men. There would be no blushing or flirting from Petra, Jade was certain of it.
Jack nodded long, and only gave Jade a momentary look. Jade returned the look with a bland smile. Take that, asshole. Your dick isn’t going down my throat today.
Petra led Jack away, and Jade threw herself into her day, all but forgetting about the new Liaison. It was lunchtime when she next saw Jack. Petra was walking down the hallway, looking up at the towering man beside her.
To Jade’s disgust, Petra was laughing along with a story Jack was telling her. Petra saw Jade and gave a cheerful wave before hurrying over.
“Jack is the perfect Liaison,” Petra gushed. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure about your idea for the role, but he’s got to be the quickest study I’ve ever dealt with. And he’s sharp as a tack, too. Already he’s made several suggestions that will improve my department.”
“Great,” Jade forced a smile. She looked up over Petra’s shoulder at the towering brute and held the smile despite the cramping it was causing her face. “Sounds like you spent your morning well, Jack.”
“I wouldn’t eat lunch,” Jack told her.
Petra blinked and turned around. “What?”
Jack never broke his locked gaze with Jade. “Sorry. I said I’m ready to eat lunch.” He looked down at Petra and gave her a friendly grin. “Any suggestions on where to get something decent? I’m starving.”
“Oh. Do you like Mediterranean food?” Petra asked. “There’s a place a few blocks over that serves a banging gyro. Come on, Jade, let’s go together!”
Jade fumed to herself as she was dragged along, unable to think of a good excuse to get out of the invitation without sounding churlish. The restaurant was packed, and Jade found herself in a dimly-lit corner, squashed into a booth seat next to Jack.
She felt trapped. Jack’s shoulders were so broad, she couldn’t see the rest of the restaurant and she had to lean over the table to place her order with the waitress. Petra was chattering about potential art styles for the upcoming project and Jack was to all appearances engrossed in the conversation, asking intelligent questions and sounding like he actually knew what he was talking about.
Petra was supposed to hate him! And Jack wasn’t supposed to be good at the liaison position, damn it! He was supposed to be a rich playboy, incompetent at his job and only on the board because of his money.
Jade startled when she felt the warmth of Jack’s hand land on her thigh. He was looking at Petra, apparently fully engaged. Jade tried brushing his hand off her leg, but he just tightened his grip until it was almost painful. Jade couldn’t stop the whimper in her throat, and Petra looked over at her.
“Are you okay, Jade? Sorry, I’ve been hogging Jack’s attention.”
Jack’s grip eased, and Jade put her hands on the table top. “No, I’m fine. I’m glad you’re finding the liaison position helpful. Jack, what are your thoughts on using Maya instead of Blender?”
Jack promptly launched into a surprisingly nuanced take on the pros and cons of the different modeling software options, engaging with Petra and asking her opinion on points he wasn’t certain about, then deftly including Jade in the discussion for her practical experience opinions.
All the while, his hand crept higher up Jade’s leg. Jade kept her hands above the table and focused on keeping the distress off her face and out of her voice. The worst part was, this was exactly the kind of conversation she loved to have, and Jack was a perfect foil, bringing his own experienced opinion into a complicated subject and holding his own with the two professional women. It would have been perfect, if his thick fingers weren’t pressing against her cunt!
Jade’s attempts to block his hand by crossing her legs did exactly nothing. There wasn’t enough room in the booth seat to escape, and squirming around to avoid his hand would only draw Petra’s attention. At least the dark booth hid the flush on her cheeks.
With a firm twist of his wrist, Jack forced her thighs apart far enough to get his whole palm in place, cupping her entire pussy. Jade gritted her teeth against an involuntary gasp, and covered with a hasty sip of water. He curled his fingers and rubbed his thumb in a slow circle, pressing down on her clit.
Petra asked her a question, and it took her a moment to process the words through the electric sensations rippling outward from her pussy. “Yeah, I agree,” she said after another sip of water. “It’s really a question of workflow optimization.”
Jack picked up the ball from there and guided the conversation away from her. Jade felt like she was going to explode. The tension in her back held her ramrod straight while the muscles in her thighs quivered. She was not going to cum in the middle of a fucking restaurant! She was not going to cum in front of her department head!
Jade ground her teeth together and struggled the keep the engaged smile on her face. The strain of holding her orgasm back was making sweat bead on her forehead, and she was certain Petra could see her nipples despite the poor lighting in the booth.
Just as she thought she couldn’t hold out another second, the waitress arrived. Jack pulled his hand away as the plates were distributed, and Jade slumped in the booth, her cunt tingling and begging for release.
“You’re right,” Jack exclaimed after his first bite. “This is really good, Petra!”
“I’m glad you like,” Petra nodded through her own mouthful.
“I know it doesn’t look like it, but I had a bit of a bulimia problem when I was a kid,” Jack shared with a conspiratorial wink. “I’d eat, but then I’d have to throw up afterward.”
Jade swallowed the gathered saliva in her mouth. She was hungry, but the message Jack was sending was clear. Eat at her own risk.
Fuck him, she decided. Jade tuned out Petra’s condolences and bit into her gyro. That asshole never had bulimia. And if he was going to make her gag with his dick, he deserved to wear the throw up.
The conversation petered out as they ate, then Jack insisted on picking up the bill. The trip back to the office was filled with comfortable, idle conversation between Jack and Petra, while Jade walked along on the other side of Petra, wishing her underwear didn’t feel so damp.
Once inside, Jade excused herself and hurried to the restrooms. With all the trans, bi, gay and occasional straight people in the office, she had insisted that the restrooms be a collection of individual rooms rather than the usual male and female restrooms. They were sound-proofed for privacy at Jade’s own insistence. Nobody wanted to wonder if they person in the next restroom could hear them peeing or not. Between the sound dampening walls, the white noise of the ventilation, and the soft music piped through hidden speakers, you couldn’t even hear someone yelling next door.
Jade picked the last room in the row and hurried to it, intent on getting alone so she could wipe the mess out of her underwear and maybe satisfy the itch Jack had planted in her pussy. She was peripherally aware there were other people returning from lunch and using the restrooms, but she kept her eyes forward and fixed on her destination.
She reached the restroom and entered, and let the door swing shut behind her. Alone at last. She turned to flip the bolt closed, and the door abruptly swung open. Jade staggered backward, too surprised to shout out, then Jack’s bulk filled the doorway. He ducked through and locked the door behind him.
“Are you insane?” Jade hissed at him. “What the fuck are you doing? There are people everywhere!”
“But none that saw me follow you,” he told her with that smug fucking grin of his. “That was a pretty clever trick, passing me off to Petra this morning.”
“I’ll scream,” Jade growled.
“You won’t,” Jack shook his head. He held up a hand and smelled his fingers. “It was smart to wear a dark suit today. It did a good job hiding how wet you are.”
“You asshole! Get the fuck out of my bathroom!”
Jack took two quick steps toward her and grabbed her head with both hands. His long fingers pushed through her hair and curved around to the back of her skull, gently but firmly cradling her head.
“Let go of me this inst—”
Jade’s protest was cut off as Jack ducked his head down and kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth before she had the presence of mind to lock her teeth shut. She stiffened, feeling confused and violated, then pushed weakly against his chest.
After a long moment, Jack drew back. Jade panted after breath. His mouth had tasted like the cinnamon mint he had eaten after lunch, and only served to remind her that her own mouth still tasted of garlic and cardamon.
“What the fuck was that?” she demanded breathlessly. “Let go of me!”
“You’ll be a good kisser once you loosen up some,” Jack said judiciously.
“Fuck you!”
“Petra will be expecting me soon, so we don’t have a ton of time,” Jack said, ignoring her outburst and letting go of her head. “Gag yourself and get rid of your lunch so you can properly suck me off.”
“Never!”
Jack shrugged not put out by her refusal. “Very well. If you don’t want to get your clothes filthy, I suggest you take them off. I don’t have a spare set of clothes for you this time.”
Jade glared up at him, fury starting to be tempered by reluctant acceptance. “I hate you,” she hissed at him.
“Whatever. Strip. Or don’t. It’s your choice.”
Still glaring at him, Jade unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders. She held it out to him to take and Jack raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not your maid,” he pointed out.
“No, but you’re in the way of the hanger on the door. The floor is filthy.”
Jack grinned. “Okay, that’s fair.” He took the jacket from her and hung it up, then did the same with his own jacket.
Jade hated every button she undid down her blouse, but she couldn’t help but take some perverse pride in feeling the steadiness in her hands. At least she wasn’t shaking like a virgin after prom this time. She couldn’t help but sneak sideways glances at Jack as he pulled his own shirt off. He had the physique of a body builder, with neatly trimmed hair on his chest. He probably had women lining up for him. Why was he harassing her?
“Pants too,” Jack reminded her.
Swearing to herself, Jade complied. She remembered the state her pants were in the day before. She kicked off her heels and stood on the floor in her bare feet. The cold tiles sucked the warmth from her soles and she tried not to fidget as she held her clothing out for Jack to take, hating that she felt like a supplicant offering up a sacrifice.
Jack took her clothes without comment, then dropped his own pants. His dick hung heavy and thick, only partially erect but still the size of Jade’s forearm.
“Get busy,” Jack ordered her bluntly.
Gingerly, Jade knelt on the cold tile and lifted his cock in her hands. It was hot to her touch, and twitched slightly as she brushed her fingertips down its length. The last time she had sucked his cock, she had barely gagged at all. Surely she was experienced enough now to take his dick without throwing up her lunch.
She opened her mouth and fit the head of his cock inside. Since he was only half-hard, it didn’t fill her mouth completely, and she pushed her head forward, confident in her ability to swallow his cock.
The head reached the back of her throat and she immediately gagged. It was a close thing, but she managed to hold her lunch down. She looked up at Jack through watering eyes and saw the smug grin on his face.
That motherfucker. He knew! He knew what would happen if she tried throating him now, so soon after eating. She tried again, and didn’t even get the head to the back of her throat before her gag reflex kicked in once more. Jade tasted bile in her mouth, and reluctantly pulled her head back.
“I can’t do it,” she complained.
“I warned you not to eat lunch,” Jack shook his head. “You should have listened.”
She looked over her shoulder at the toilet and shuddered. She imagined what it would feel like to stick her fingers down her own throat and empty her stomach. Just the thought sent a cold shiver down her spine. She couldn’t do it. “Okay. I’m sorry, you’re right. I won’t try and escape our morning meetings in the future.”
“That’s wise, but it doesn’t get my dick sucked now.”
“I could give you a handjob?” Jade suggested hopefully.
“Nah. Not good enough. You won’t purge yourself?”
She shook her head. “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”
Jack shrugged. “Ok, fair enough.”
Jade felt a wave of relief go through her. “Then you’ll let me go? You can use me tomorrow. I won’t even fight it.”
She watched him consider her offer, hope growing in her chest with every passing second. If she could get out of her current predicament, then she could figure out a way to get out of her meeting tomorrow. Delay, delay, delay. It was a strategy that had worked so far today, and it might just keep working.
“No deal,” Jack shook his head.
Jade gasped as he reached up and caught her by the throat. His grip was unyielding, tight enough to close off her air and set her pulse pounding in her head. She scrabbled at his wrist, her bare feet skidding about on the tiles. He walked her backwards to the far wall and pinned her against it, holding her easily despite her struggles.
His grip opened just enough to allow Jade to breathe, and she sucked in a gasp of air. “What are you doing?” she choked out.
“Teaching you a lesson,” Jack grunted. “Hands behind your back.”
Reluctantly, Jade let go of his wrist and complied.
“Good. Now turn around and grab your elbows.”
He let her go, and Jade turned awkwardly to face the cold tile wall. How was she supposed to grab her elbows? Her arms didn’t bend that way? Belatedly, she realized he meant left hand to right elbow and vice versa. She wasn’t quite flexible enough to grab her actual elbows, but she did grab ahold of her forearms. Now what?
She heard Jack doing something behind her, but before she could work up the courage to turn around, he had returned. She felt the silk sleeves of her blouse brush against her wrist, then he was wrapping the fabric around her forearms, binding them together tightly.
Once he finished, Jack stepped back. “Try and get free,” he encouraged her.
Jade experimented, and quickly discovered she couldn’t so much as twist her wrists, let alone free herself. Her stomach was tangled in knots. She hated being tied up. A previous boyfriend had tried some light bondage, and she had dumped his ass immediately. She considered herself a modern woman, and restraints during sex made her feel like property. Her heartrate picked up, and she tried to keep the fear from her voice.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Teach you some manners,” Jack said, and kicked in the back of her knees.
Jade collapsed, and almost hit the ground before Jack caught her by her bound wrists. The fall jolted the muscles in her shoulders and started a dull ache burning. A thick hand forced its way between her thighs, and she felt herself get hoisted into the air, suspended by her crotch and arms.
Before the twist on her shoulders had a chance to get painful, Jack had carried her over to the toilet and dumped her unceremoniously across the seat. The toilet was an expensive one, with heated seats and a warm water bidet. She heard the hum of the seat heater kick on and felt the warmth across her ribs.
Jade yelped as the hip bands of her underwear dug into her skin for a moment before the fabric ripped. The little bundle of cloth was presented in front of Jade’s eyes.
“Are you going to be quiet or do I need to gag you?” Jack asked.
Ew. She didn’t want her underwear in her mouth. “I’ll be quiet,” Jade promised.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
“Wait!” Jade gasped in sudden panic. “You said a blowjob! Not sex!”
“I don’t feel like washing your puke off my cock,” Jack said, and kicked her ankles apart.
“No! Stop!” Jade tried to squirm away, but Jack grabbed her bound wrists with one hand and pinned her in place. “You can’t have sex with me! I told you, I’m married!”
“We’ll discuss your pathetic beta toy another time. He ain’t fucking you, so I’m gonna.”
“Michael is not a beta! He’s—” She heard him spit, and felt a hot splash against her asshole. The sensation jolted her like a cattle prod and she yelped. “No! Not there!”
“Stop squirming, then,” Jack grunted. It’s hard to hit the right target when you’re all over the place.”
Jade felt his thumb smear over her puckered entrance, and bring the glob of saliva lower to her pussy. Her relief was short lived as his weight settled over her and she felt the hot head of his cock push up against her pussy.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t do this!”
“Jesus, will you just shut up already?”
Jade clenched her teeth against a wail of shredded dignity. His cock stretched the lips of her pussy, then slid in a few inches before the dryness of her cunt dragged his progress to a sticky halt. Pain surged through her loins and tears pricked at her eyes.
“Damn it,” Jack’s curse seemed far away.
His weight lifted off her and she sagged helplessly, sobs starting to heave in her chest. She heard Jack moving about the bathroom, but she felt disconnected from reality, unable to think of anything beyond the burning between her legs.
“Yes, this will do.”
Jade felt Jack return, and a dollop of something cold landed on the small of her back. She smelled lavender, and recognized the scent of the hand cream from the sink. Jack’s cock smeared through the cream, then eased down lower. There was hardly any friction this time as the head of his cock socketed into her pussy.
Jack’s iron grip grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and hauled her head up. Jade groaned as she felt her pussy walls stretch to accommodate him. The yanking on her hair hardly even registered. Every scrap of her awareness was focused on the massive cock pressing into her with inexorable force.
The pressure came to a stop, and for a moment she wondered if Jack had fit his whole cock inside her once more. Her hopes were shattered as she felt him reposition behind her and his other hand circled around her throat. He wasn’t choking her, not yet at least, just holding her in place so he could force his cock deeper.
Jade kicked her feet, trying to find some way to lessen the burning pressure inside her. The tile floor offered no purchase, and she flailed futilely. Her breath was coming in strangled gasps, every intake immediately driven from her lungs as a rising whimper. Fear, pain, and something else, something worse, an electric pressure that felt like a seething magma chamber beneath a volcano. It was a precursor to pleasure, an overwhelming, mind-breaking promise of ecstasy that was sure to come.
More than the pain, she feared that eruption of pleasure. She feared what it would do to her. She feared that she would not be strong enough to deny it. She feared how it would change her, turn her into a needy, drooling slut that begged for the pounding punishment of violent sex and rapturous release.
She tried fixing Michael’s face in her mind. His pleasant smile, brown eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed, his neatly combed hair that hid his receding hairline. The gentle, kind way they made love, and the way his admittedly average-sized cock felt. Nothing like the bludgeon that swung between Jack’s legs. The bludgeon that was rocking back and forth inside her now, inching deeper with every thrust.
Michael was a slender man who didn’t weigh much more than she did. He would never manhandle her. Probably couldn’t even lift her off the ground if he tried. He would never bend her over a toilet and fuck her until her mind scrambled and the juices from her orgasms ran down her legs.
Jack pulled his cock all the way out and squirted a fresh dollop of cream directly into her gaping cunt. When he pushed back into her, the displaced air made a squelching sound that seemed to echo off the tiled walls.
The thump of his cockhead against her cervix sent a jolt through her, half pain and half pleasure. Jade shuddered as he began to pick up speed.
“Oh, god, please!” she moaned.
“Please, what?” Jack demanded.
“No more! You’re too big!”
Jack let go of her throat and reared back to give himself room to give her ass a resounding slap. Jade yelped at the sudden rush of hot pain, then moaned as she felt herself tighten up all down the length of her stretched cunt.
“It’ll fit,” Jack grunted. “I just need to make some room first.”
He resumed fucking her, every couple thrusts pausing to smack her ass. Jade hung, her arms bound behind her back, her back arched and half her weight hanging by her hair. The burning on her ass was gradually blending with the surging pressure inside her cunt. To her horror, the sliding of his lubed cock was beginning to spark flashes of pleasure that smeared together with the pain until she couldn’t tell what hurt and what was driving her toward orgasm.
“No, no, no,” Jade moaned repeatedly. She tried to find her footing, she wasn’t certain exactly for what purpose. Did she want to push Jack off of her? Or angle her hips better to receive his cock? A fresh spark of pleasure flashed through her as his swinging balls slapped against her clit. He was getting deeper, only a few inches remaining before he was socketed entirely inside her cunt.
Jack paused again, his cock buried inside her as deep as he could get it, and Jade felt the splash of more lotion landing on her asshole. She flinched as his thumb smeared it around, then sucked in a sharp breath when the first joint of his thumb pressed through her tight opening.
“Oww!” Jade yelped. Other than an uncomfortable stretching, it didn’t really hurt, but she felt obligated to set boundaries. There was no way she would ever let him fuck her in the ass. Absolutely not.
He picked up the rhythmic thrusting again. Every time his hips swung forward, the thumb in her ass was jolted inward. It was like she was getting double-fucked. His thumb felt impossibly huge, and worse, it made his cock feel even wider.
The stretching in her ass ached, reminding her of the way her throat had felt yesterday. Surely a thumb wouldn’t tear her, right? Jack’s grip on her hair tightened, and he gave a hard thrust and held it. Jade felt his hips press against her ass cheeks, and his cockhead was jammed hard against her cervix. His hips had rammed his thumb into her asshole all the way to its base.
Pleasureful pain swamped Jade’s senses and she let out something halfway between a scream and a moan. Sensation ripped up and down her spine and tingled out toward every extremity. It felt as intense as an orgasm, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t cum yet.
“God damn, you’re a hot fuck,” Jack hissed in her ear.
Jade tried to form the words to tell him off, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a needy moan.
He pulled his hips back far enough to pull the thumb out of her ass. Jade gasped as it came free, then shuddered as he started cycling his hips again, fucking her deep and slow. Her asshole felt strangely empty, the ache sharper now than it had been when it was being stretched. Jade’s eyes widened as Jack gripped her chin and his thumb pressed against her bottom lip.
“Clean my thumb,” Jack ordered her.
Jade’s mind rebelled and she clamped her lips shut. The reek coming off his thumb turned her stomach, shit mixed with lavender. She tried to turn her head away, but the iron grip in her hair kept her immobile. Fresh tears started in her eyes.
“Mmph,” she pleaded, not daring to release the clenching of her jaw.
“You have two options,” Jack told her. “Option one. You clean me like a good little slut and thank me for it. Option two. I stop fucking you, and you take it up the ass instead.”
Despite her horror, she could hardly focus on the thumb pressing against her lips. Jack hadn’t stopped fucking her, and her thoughts spun unmoored, awash in a rising tide of pleasure. Without thinking she moaned, and the thumb slipped past her lips and into her mouth.
Jade gagged immediately, stopping herself from throwing up only by a bare margin. Sour bile filled her throat and burned her sinuses. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow back the bile, not when that would mean swallowing the sour taste of her own shit on her tongue.
The cock pounding into her cunt persisted throughout. The pain of her stretched cunt was nearly gone, with only the building tsunami of pleasure remaining. She pushed at the thumb in her mouth with her tongue, futilely trying to get it out of her mouth. All she managed to do was fill her mouth with sour-tasting saliva.
“Good girl,” Jack grunted. “I’m almost there.”
His thrusting sped up and increased in force, until every jolt of his hips drove her thighs against the side of the toilet. Lack of oxygen was making Jade’s head spin. She couldn’t hold back the lightning jolts of pleasure spiking through her. Every punishing thrust of his cock sent a fresh wave rushing down her nerves that didn’t dissipate before the next thrust came.
She was building toward an orgasm, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. In desperation, Jade bit down on the thumb in her mouth. Jack swore and pulled his hand free. Jade coughed out the saliva in her mouth and the bile in her throat, and drew in a ragged breath, just in time to squeal out as he started slapping her ass.
His thrusts never slowed down, and every time he pulled back, he delivered another stinging blow. The fresh pain gave her a few seconds of reprieve from her building orgasm, then the pain blended with the pleasure and sent her surging back to an even higher state.
It was too much. Jade felt herself tip over the precipice, and every nerve in her body buzzed. Her mind went blank with a shock like her chair had abruptly tipped over backward. Her orgasm exploded a second later and she shrieked as every muscle went rigid. Nothing was left of her consciousness but the wracking waves of pleasure.
Distantly, she felt Jack stiffen behind her and the hot spurt of his cum filling her cunt. The grip on her hair finally relaxed and Jade slumped over the toilet, trembling with aftershocks, too weak to even lift her head, let alone stand upright.
The sounds of Jack moving around behind her gradually faded. Jade tried moving her wrists, and discovered that the knot holding her blouse wrapped around her forearms had been untied. Her arms fell to the tiles, and a new ache started up in her strained shoulders. Pins and needles fizzed in her numb hands.
With difficulty, Jade managed to slide off the toilet seat and fell to the floor. After a moment, the automatic toilet sensed it was no longer being used, and flushed itself. The soft rush of water brought focus to Jade’s scattered senses. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and tentatively touched her pussy.
Slippery cum was dripping from her abused cunt, and the light brush of fingertips against her pussy lips sent a fresh shudder through her. Jack had shot his cum deep inside her. Disgust and horror twisted in her stomach. She was on birth control, but there was no guarantee it would work. She always made Michael wear a condom just in case.
With some difficulty, Jade managed to stand upright. She wavered for a moment before staggering over to the sink. Her face was streaked with mascara, and her cheeks were still flushed from the aftermath of her orgasm.
Jack was gone. It took Jade’s scattered thoughts a full minute before she realized he must have left the door unlocked. Panic got her to the door and she locked it with shaking hands. What if someone had come in while she was lying on the floor next to the toilet, naked and freshly fucked?
Eventually she had to get back out there. Face Jack with a pleasant smile and pretend like he hadn’t just raped her. Carry out the rest of her day as if everything was perfectly normal.
Gingerly, Jade knelt next to the toilet and started cleaning up. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot where she had leaked during the harsh fucking, along with spit and bile on the other side where she had drooled around Jack’s thumb.
As she cleaned up the evidence, she couldn’t help but relive the last half hour. She could still feel Jack’s massive cock crammed up inside her, impossibly deep. Could still feel the stretch in her asshole where his thumb had forced its way inside her.
Jade wiped her legs down with toilet paper, swabbed the cum off her pussy, and did her best to freshen up her makeup at the sink. At least she didn’t generally go for heavy makeup. She’d have to fix her eyeliner at her desk, but she didn’t wear enough foundation to show tear tracks on her cheeks.
She dressed herself, smoothed the just-fucked look out of her hair, and paused in front of the door. For a long minute she stared at the doorknob, trying to build up the courage to step outside. She could feel the cold dampness in the crotch of her panties where Jack’s cum was still slowly oozing out of her.
Eventually, she couldn’t wait any longer and opened the door. She stepped out and almost tripped over the “out of service” cone in the doorway. Relief that Jack had taken steps to protect her blended with embarrassment. At least the restroom lobby was empty and nobody saw her coming out of the out-of-service restroom.
Jade hurried back to her office. She had a meeting in a few minutes, and if she was quick, she’d have her makeup fixed and her day could continue as if nothing had happened. But something had happened, and it had left its mark on her. As she strode through the office, she could feel the warmth in her loins and she couldn’t help but think ahead to her morning meeting with Jack.