Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... mother-in-law seems to be in dire straights.” Eve bounced off the desk, her boobs bouncing when she landed. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he growled, sounding surly.

“Why the glum face? Most guys would be thrilled. Poor baby. You’ll be fine. Should I get you an edible or something from out front to calm your nerves?”

“Let’s just concentrate on work, shall we?” he snapped. Then, Victor’s jaw dropped, an expression of shame crossing his face. “I’m sorry, Eve. It’s just the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, you can be hard on me, Vic. I cantake it hard, very hard.” That elicited a smile, at least.

“Paisley!” he shouted, recovering from his stressed-out state.

“Great guess.” She paused, smiling demurely. “Well…” Just then, the phone rang once more.

“Meta-Pharms is calling.”

Eve picked up the phone once more as Victor very irately spewed, “Is this 'dump problems on Vic day?' What the fuck? Those assholes are a throbbing pain in my business ass. I swear, if we clinch the T&L account, I’m dumping those assholes.”

“Mr. Moore’s private line,” Eve said, her voice sultry and friendly, as she answered. This is Eve speaking.”

She listened, looking at her boss with whimsy, and she made a circle with the thumb and fingers of her left hand, pumping it up and down, mimicking male masturbation. Victor managed to laugh, very quietly, at that.

“Yes, sir, Mister Callie. We were just going over those numbers. I’ll put you ...

... through.” Eve covered the mouthpiece and said, “Rude,” to her boss as she handed him the phone.

The tone of the conversation—more like a subdued argument—stunned Eve to inactivity. She momentarily forgot to tease and seduce her boss. The mood and words went from reserved and polite, to adversarial and agitated. Victor's face reddened, and he ruffled his immaculately coiffed hair into a bed-headed, unruly mop. Anticipating where this was headed, Eve went to her computer and pulled up the contract, scouring it quickly.

Finally, Mr. Moore seemed to have had enough. “No! You look here, Jack. Your prices are pure extortion, your quality is substandard, and your company treats its biggest distributor like a peon. As of now, according to…” Victor paused, his anger-reddened face looking at Eve, pleading.

“Section four, big boss, under ‘failure to meet standards.’”

“Under section four,” he repeated with vehemence. “For failing to provide a quality product—far under any standards.”

Whatever Jack Callie was saying was obviously getting under Victor’s skin. As his voice grew extremely agitated, Mr. Moore began stuttering, and his expression was anguished. Springing into slutty action, Eve surreptitiously grabbed the black lace panties from the drawer and balled them up into her closed fist, hiding her unworn lingerie. With an impish smile, she model-walked back over to his desk, sidled in between his desk and his chair, shoved his keyboard out of the way, and sat upon the desktop ...