Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
Charlie
I stride into the room after noisily throwing the door open. Sherrie greets me with a scream. She drops the folder in hand, sending the documents scattering beneath my wooden desk. She just stares at me in complete shock, her mouth hanging open, eyes wide like she’s been caught making the biggest mistake of her career.
“Were you going through my private documents?” I slam the door behind me. In the app, I quickly trigger its electronic lock to secure while slowly advancing on her. She’s at a loss, still frozen in place.
“Journalists are supposed to have more integrity than that.”
“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Carter, I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never in my career?—”
“Never in your career? Now, I can’t believe that. I’ve caught you red-handed, looking through my files.” As I get nearer, she straightens up stiffly, looking up into my eyes with resigned defeat. “Did you find what you wanted?”
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t.” It starts to dawn on her, the reason she couldn’t figure out what the papers were saying. She must have peeked out of the tall window behind my desk and looked down at the little gathering. Seeing me chatting up Gary must have emboldened her to look at the folder I consulted before answering her earlier. Was my strategy really detailed there? And why would I keep it there? Was I really so stupid?
She had to find out for herself, just a quick glance. She’d been after me for too long to pass up the opportunity. But finding utter nonsense? That wasn’t what she expected. Was it code? It made her second-guess, took her attention, made her forget to take quick little glances at me to make sure I wasn’t coming.
It trapped her there, right where I wanted her.
“You baited me,” she realizes, sounding disappointed in herself. Sherrie stomps on the scattered papers as she moves from behind the desk. “I’m getting out of here?—”
“Sherrie.” I grab her by the shoulders as she tries to slip past me, startling her. She’s looking up at me with those eyes wide again. I look gently at her and start explaining, talking to her like she’s a child. “Did you know my office is recorded at all times? SolutionHaven offers that option. Did you not know that?”
She looks stupidly around. “Y-you’re recording this?”
I put a light touch to her chin with my thumb and forefinger, then steer her focus back to me. “Of course I am. I would have to be stupid not to use my own tech.”
Sherrie’s color rises, no doubt a sign of her inward acknowledgment of her grave oversight. “So what?” she demands, jerking away from me, no longer able to bear my hand on her shoulder or my touch on her face. I’m too close. She takes a few steps back and tries again to spot the cameras.
“Use your brain today for once. Can you do that?” She’s taken aback. She’s never heard me talk like this before. “No? Okay, let me help you.” I take a long step toward her, paper crinkling beneath my shoe, and come close again, our bodies nearly touching. I pinch her chin hard between my thumb and forefinger. “I’ve recorded you going through my personal files. When I hand this over to any eager reporter, your career is finished, your integrity shattered. Everything you’ve worked for? Gone.”
I can hardly hear her breathing, she’s gone so still. She doesn’t look away from my eyes, like she’s transfixed, rooted to the spot. I pinch harder before shifting my fingers, digging them into her cheeks. I inspect her face roughly, jerking her head to the left and right.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Sherrie starts slapping at my arm and chest. I capture her wrists and walk her struggling body backward, pressing her against the cool thick glass. “Mr. Carter!”
When I have her two wrists pinned in my left hand, I grab her face again, grinning down at her. The loss of control is evident in her face. I’m drinking it in. And getting hard.
“Sherrie, you’re through,” I whisper. “The moment you opened my drawer, you gave up your career. And for what?” I laugh, squeezing hard against her teeth. She whimpers and shuts her eyes.
“Wh-what do you want from me?”
I immediately release her, once again the beaming guy everyone knows me to be. But my change doesn’t soothe her. It cranks up her anxiety.
“What are you willing to offer?” My eyes don’t stray from hers. My presence keeps her pinned to the window. Down below, no one looks up or notices anything’s amiss.
Sherrie looks like a caged animal, wanting to bolt but unable. Her eyes dart to the door.
“Tsk, tsk. Be good, Sherrie. I’m your only way out of this.” I place my hand against the glass beside her head and lean in, forcing her to look up at me and then away as she buckles from the discomfort of being suddenly so near to me. “In order to make this all go away, to have the video erased, what are you willing to offer me?”
Goosebumps prickle along her neck at the touch of my breath. I watch her pulse thump fast.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she breathes.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” I take in her scent, coming in close to her ear, her hair, her neck, then cup her chin, forcing her to make eye contact. Sherrie’s half-lidded gaze is clouded with desire.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” she says more firmly. My behavior now is what she sensed before. She’s not only daring me to prove her right, but she can’t help getting swept up in her attraction to me, either. She keeps stealing glances at my lips. And she wants to be fully gratified. She wants to see the fire for herself, feel the flame.
I can oblige her.
“You don’t have much to offer, though, do you?” I sneer, pulling away to look her up and down. She reacts like I’ve thrown cold water on her, the heat I’d stoked in her smothered. “No tits, no ass. You don’t even dress like you have anything anyone wants.” I gesture at her high-waisted tan pants and tucked-in white shirt. She tries to shield herself by crossing her arms. I roughly pry them apart, and she drops her arms limply to her sides, avoiding my critical stare. “I asked you a question.”
“I-I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, you don’t have much to offer, do you?”
“Oh. No?—”
“No, you don’t.” I rip her shirt out of her pants and yank it up. She sucks in a breath when her stomach is exposed and shoots a panicked look to my guests outside. I slap her hands away when she tries to pull her shirt back down. She’s wearing a plain white sports bra. I scoff. “Not expecting anyone to see you strip down, are you?”
Sherrie is fidgeting in place, constantly checking to see if anyone has noticed us in the window. I give her stomach a slap, and she gasps, returning her full focus to me.
“Don’t make me keep asking you twice. You’re not expecting anyone to see you strip down, are you?”
“N-no!”
“‘No,’ what…?” I use my tone to lead her to answer my question. It takes her a few moments to catch on. Meanwhile, I’m appraising her tits through her bra, letting my disappointment show. I poke and prod her small B’s.
“N-no, Mr. Carter.”
“Call me Charlie.” I grin at her and tweak a nipple, giving it a sharp tug. “Okay?”
“Yes, Charlie!”
“Good, good. See? You can use that brain of yours. You just need a little guidance.”
Sherrie is blushing hard with embarrassment. But what can she do?
“Did you want me to reply to that as well?” she snaps. I give her stomach another sharp slap.
“What do you think? There you go, forgetting to use your brain again.” I jerk the sports bra up, letting her little titties out. Her nipple is hard from my teasing. I move to the other one. “It’s okay, Sherrie.” I pinch harder than before, making her wince and squirm in place. Her hands twitch, but I shoot her a warning glance. Sherrie tries to keep her body under control. “It’s better if you stop asking questions. You’ll only keep embarrassing yourself. Right?”
“Yes, Charlie.”
“Right.” I tuck the end of her shirt into its neckline, keeping her bare tits on display for me before switching my attention to her pants. I stare into her eyes as I unfasten and pull them down to her thighs. Her panties are simple, just solid teal. “Looks like you’re trimmed. That’s awfully optimistic, isn’t it?” I say after peeking down her panties.
“Y-yes, Charlie.” Sherrie is quiet, her little hands balled into fists as she bears my treatment.
“I expected a huge bush.” I laugh at her and pull at the waistband, making her body sway forward and back.
“Y-you don’t have to…”
“What’s that?”
“I-if I’m so abhorrent to you, I can make myself useful in some other way.” Sherrie’s arms twitch like she wants to cover up. I keep tugging on her panties. Her body is swaying playfully even though her face is devoid of expression.
“I highly doubt that.” I laugh and let the waistband of her panties slap back into place. She flinches. “Is that why your face looks like that? You’re trying to think again? Sherrie, what did I just tell you about that?”
I leap at her so fast that she cries out and instinctively holds up her hands, trying to fend me off. I force them away and grab her upper arms roughly, then spin her around. Her body jolts hard as the cold glass bites into the sensitive skin of her stomach, so I press against her more firmly, holding her flat to the glass, my hard dick digging into her. My lips brush against her ear as I jerk her panties down just low enough to grant access.
“I didn’t say you were abhorrent. I didn’t even say you were useless.” I grab a handful of her ass and dig my fingers into her. My left hand keeps the side of her face pressed against the window. Her breath, coming faster, fogs the glass. “You don’t have much to offer, but you do have something.” I snake a long finger between her cheeks. She draws in a breath with a hiss, tensing all over.
Of course she’s wet for me. I chuckle darkly at the discovery. She whimpers and squirms, but there’s nowhere to go.
“You have this nice hole, right here.” I draw my finger along her slit, spreading her juice around. “Since you’ve proven you’re not very good at thinking, let’s simplify that, okay?”
“Y-yes, Charlie.” Sherrie’s hips buck as I sink my finger deeper between her lips. Her attention is split between my probing touch and the party below. Her body shakes in fear. Will someone look up and catch her tits staring down at them? Yet her hips respond to me, angling toward me. She wants more.
“You don’t have a hole, Sherrie. You are a hole. Let me hear you try that out.” I get my dick out without staining my pants with her juice and rub the tip roughly against her. The heat of her draws me in.
“I-I’m?—”
“Go on.” I slap her ass impatiently. She yelps and jumps, dragging her tits against the glass. Her breath comes fast and quick. Did that noise attract attention?
“I-I’m a hole.”
I stab ruthlessly into her and shove the rest of the way home, forcing her walls apart to accommodate my thick length. Sherrie strangles a cry, shuddering as I enter her and trying to keep up with my strong, insistent pumps. But I’m trying to bottom out. I pump hard, each thrust getting me deeper.
“Not a bad hole, either!” I grunt into her ear, watching her watch the party with panicked eyes. “Wet, responsive, tight. I could get plenty of favors off of you, couldn’t I?”
“Yes, Charlie!” Sherrie whimpers. I feel her ass tilt up to meet my hips. She’s inviting me in deeper. By the time I bury my dick to the base, she’s taking me without so much resistance.
“You want to be the wet little hole I pass around? Charlie’s hole, hm?” I pick up the pace. Her ass is slapping against me hard as I dive into her depths and test the window’s strength. I never ease up on holding her face to the glass.
“Yes, Charlie!”
She can’t resist being stretched open like this. Soon, she’s trying to keep her moans to herself, but they’re spilling out of her, growing desperate.
“You want them to call you Charlie’s hole?” I demand, slapping her ass hard.
“Yes, Charlie, yes! I-I’m Charlie’s hole, nothing but Charlie’s hole!”
I slam into her harder, faster, grabbing her hip to keep her in place. She’s bucking like a whore, not just a hole to use but a slut chasing her own pleasure. Her mouth is open and smearing saliva on my window. I hook my thumb into her mouth and pull her cheek back.
“Charlie’s hole doesn’t care about being seen anymore, does it?” I remark with disgust.
“Nho, Charlie!” Sherrie manages, her eyelids finally fluttering shut as she gives into the rough pleasure. That didn’t take long. I’m panting fast with her, but I need to crank it up a little more. She was too easy to crack.
“One hole isn’t going to do it, you know that, right?”
I don’t think she hears me, not over her whimpering cries. Even when I slow down, she keeps working my dick, throwing her ass back at me roughly to pick up my slack.
My thumb, slick from her slobbering mouth, dives against her asshole.
“Ee!!” Sherrie is suddenly alive with alarm, dancing on my dick like she’s being electrocuted. “Ch-Charlie, r-right there, it’s—!” Her eyes fly open as she struggles to turn around or get away from my thumb.
I laugh and fuck her savagely, forcing my thumb into her. This will do. I can feel myself getting closer.
“You’re nothing but Charlie’s hole, right? This one, too?” The more I inch in, the more she seizes on my dick. I groan at the pleasure and laugh into her ear. Sherrie can’t stop moving, won’t stop protesting, but she’s wetter than before.
“Charlie, please, oh, Charlie!”
I’m stretching these holes open, might as well occupy the third one. I adjust the fingers of the hand holding her head until I can get my other thumb hooked in there and tug her cheek back again. Her pleas become the distorted, useless sounds of a hole losing itself to overwhelming sensation.
I’m getting close. I bite into her shoulder hard, making her squeal as my thrusts increase in intensity. Ohh, that’s it.
“I’m going to come in you, Sherrie,” I threaten, my voice a low whisper now that I’m so close. Her body panics harder than before. “I’m going to come in you, I’m so close now.”
“Nonononono!!” But she’s coming, right on my dick, coming hard, grinding against me like she can’t control it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head while her body convulses. It pushes me over the edge.
I pull out fast, releasing my hold on her head and pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. I turn her roughly, stroking my dick, and pull her face close. She’s only too grateful to open her mouth and eagerly suck me off, still moaning, until I bust and shove myself as deep as I can. Sherrie chokes, but I hold her to me, grunting as I come.
“Yess, oh fuuck,” I sigh out. The wave of release rips through me. I feel Sherrie working to swallow what I’ve given her, and with a grin, I pull free, still trying to catch my breath. She coughs and sputters and uses the backs of her hands to wipe at her face. My dick, still covered in her juice, saliva, and cum, swings and hits her face after a jerk of my hips.
“You can provide a cleanup service, can’t you?”
Down on her knees, she’s weighed down and fatigued from the fucking I gave her, but her job isn’t finished. She holds on to the back of my thighs and starts licking me clean. Yeah, she’s resigned, but not as unwilling as I would have expected—or wanted. Is she really so grateful for the orgasm? The thought makes me laugh as I look out the window, beyond the smudges Sherrie left behind.
My guests are still rotating between conversations, patiently waiting for my return. I can keep them there for as long as I like. They’re all here to please and flatter me.
“Watch the tip. You’re cleaning, not blowing. And don’t skip my balls.”
I’ll finish out the day accepting congratulations. We’ll discuss my future campaign plans, where I’ll aim for next, who I should keep my focus on.
What I’ll say about not having a wife, not even a girlfriend.
I push Sherrie off me and start tucking myself away. She lands with a thud against the glass, then ducks back and away as if struck by it. No one outside looks up—they wouldn’t have heard that. I look at her scornfully before turning away from the window.
It’s not like they can see us anyway. Couldn’t she have figured that out by now?
“Well, Sherrie, I guess we’re done for today!” I put my hands on my hips as I watch her tug her clothes back into place and avoid looking at me. Even after she’s done, she doesn’t say anything, just stands up and waits. “Surely you don’t have any other questions. I gave you plenty to write about, don’t you think?”
“What about the video.” It’s not a question. It’s forced out under her breath.
“Hm? Oh, right. You said you’re my hole, right? Come over from time to time, I’ll pass you around, and no one will find out about your bad journalism. Deal?”
“What?!” she gasps out, dread washing over her like ice water.
It makes me laugh.
“I’m just kidding!” Sherrie’s mouth drops open, and her hand flies to her chest, her cheeks coloring. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone you got baited and snooped through my things. You can keep your little career.” I breeze away from her. “I have a party to get back to. Tommy will see you out.”
“Th-that’s it, then…?”
I glance back at her and stop in my tracks. There was always an air of self-righteous contempt hovering around her when she came to interview me, a suggestion that she knew I was up to something and would figure it out. I’m not like the others , Sherrie seemed to say as she shrugged off my charm, only a moment after she let it seep into her skin. There was a drive for justice in her, a need to shine a harsh light on the dark.
I took that from her.
Now, she’s broken, her body no longer animated with drive but rendered hollow by shame. Her skittish glances at my face betray the uncertainty taking root in her sopping cunt. What did it mean that she wanted me, liked becoming a hole for me, needed to know if it would happen again? Was she really so stupid as to take the bait, or did she know what she was doing all along, deep down? And did she sink into depravity just to protect her own ass?
What’s really funny is that she did this all for nothing. I switched off the recording before she even walked through the door.
I have no interest in reliving this session with her.
I’d pity her if I hadn’t seen that look on a dozen women’s faces already. It’s cool and all but a little boring by now. I have to stop breaking them so fast.
I had nearly forgotten one thing, though. Seeing her like this reminded me.
“Find a new topic to write about. I don’t want to see you again.”