Brenda's Game - Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Brenda's Game - Chapter 13

... appraising as they locked onto Jim's.

"Listen," Jim began, his words tumbling out in a hurried rush, "I'm sorry about the errors in the reports. You know I've been...distracted lately, I've been...really upset lately."

"Slow down, Jim," Danny replied calmly, leaning back in his chair. "We'll get to the reports shortly. First, let's address the elephant in the room."

Jim swallowed hard, trying to tamp down the panic rising within him. In his mind, he replayed the scenes that haunted him – Brenda's debauchery, his own humiliation, and the burning desire that had sparked between him and Susan. He forced himself to focus on the present, gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Look, Danny," Jim stammered, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape, "I don't know what you're wanting to talking about, but I'm here to discuss work, not –" He broke off, unable to finish the sentence.

"Jim," Danny cut in, his tone firm and commanding, "I never mix business with pleasure. I was actually going to discuss your slipping performance. But since you brought it up, let's just address these...extracurricular activities involving Brenda."

"Fucking bastard," Jim mouthed with his lips, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. He couldn't believe that he was about to have this conversation with his boss.

"Here's the deal, Jim," Danny continued, his voice steady and unwavering, "We both know what happened. We don't need ...

... to rehash it. What we do need is for you to focus on your work and leave your personal issues at home."

The air was thick with unease as the two men locked eyes, their emotions simmering just below the surface. The office suddenly felt stifling, suffocating. Jim's palms began to sweat as he struggled to keep his composure. He knew that this confrontation would only end one way - with him having to swallow his pride and comply with Danny's demand, or risk losing his job on top of his crumbling marriage.

"Let's manage one disaster at a time," Jim thought as he swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Danny's gaze upon him like a vice.

"I... I can fix them today," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "My mind hasn't been in the right place lately. It's just... Brenda, and... well, you know..."

"Jim," Danny stated tersely, leaning back in his leather chair and regarding Jim with an almost dispassionate gaze. "I understand that you're going through a difficult time, but trust me when I say that what Brenda does in her personal life doesn't have to affect your work performance."

Jim's discomfort was palpable; the air in the room felt heavy and oppressive as he shifted uneasily in his seat. His eyes darted around the office, seeking refuge in the polished wood of the desk or the dispassionate stare of the mounted fish on the wall.

"Look," Danny went on, his voice barely betraying a hint of impatience. "Brenda's activities are not the end of the world. People do all ...