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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... would-be erection ballooned up against the metal confines of his cock cage. It grew ever tighter until pain radiated through his sad, trapped unit.

He grunted and groaned between deep tonguings of his girlfriend's insatiable cunt. His face was sealed in her steaming beaver by Heather's fierce grip, crushing thighs and his growing love of her brutal unfairness.

* * * * *

After sitting alone in the Human Resources office for fifteen minutes, Darius was beginning to wonder why he'd bothered to come in early. He'd already checked his socials, scrolled through his newsfeed and memorized every feature of the room. The nameplate on the desk, “Ms. Angela Masters”, stared at him mockingly as he awaited his hearing.

He sighed and began scrolling through his phone's menu, looking for an app to play with. Moments later he heard sharp foot-falls striking the hallway floor outside. They grew louder until someone entered the room. Darius heard the door shut and soon Angela had walked past him.

“Hello Darius” she said while setting down her briefcase, thermos and a stack of papers. She didn't even look at him as she spoke. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hi Angela” he said, not exactly sure if he should address her formally or informally. They'd met a few times in the hallway and at company events, but rarely spoken more than a polite greeting to each other. “Good to see you too. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

The tall, slim brunette turned on her heels and shot ...

... Darius a disapproving glance. “Ms. Masters” she said, pointing to her nameplate. With her black rimmed glasses, maroon leather jacket, white blouse, navy short skirt and leather boots she looked every bit the ice cold, corporate lawyer. Or perhaps a librarian from hell.

“My bad” Darius replied, grimacing.

“I'll let it go this time” Angela said while removing her coat. “Besides, I should be apologizing to you. I got stuck in a meeting.”

He waited for the apology that never came. “That's ok.”

“Turn your phone off” she said, casting another menacing glance his way. “No phones allowed during interviews.”

Darius powered it down. He held the device up to prove it was off before pocketing it.

“So...” she began as she slid into her high-back office chair on the other side of the desk. “You've filed a complaint against Ms. Rhonda Jackson. I've already spoken to her about the incident, and she informed me-”

“Wait. What?!?” Darius interrupted. “You spoke to her first?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“But I'm the one who filed the complaint.”

“These days, it's standard procedure to interview the woman first, regardless.”

“Oh, this is some bullshit...”

“Rhonda told me what happened. If you want to dispute her account, I'm happy to listen. What she described was not altogether different, but much more innocent, than what you outlined in your statement. This is going to come down to he says / she says. Unless you happen to have a recording of the event?”

Darius thought ...