Chapter 11 - Code for a Blowjob
Monday – September 25, 2023
Ash
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?” asked Tanner as we pulled up outside of BIMG.
“It’s probably better if you don’t. You showing up on the elevator might trigger some PTSD for Mr. Frost.”
“I did kick his ass pretty good, didn’t I?” Tanner sounded so happy about it.
“Yup. Which is exactly why I’m gonna get fired.”
“Well if you do, you’re welcome to come work for me. Chastity too. Or I can just be your sugar daddy. Just yours. Not Chastity’s too.”
I laughed. It wasn’t the worst backup plan. But I’d rather keep my stable job that didn’t depend on Tanner staying interested in me. “You’re the best,” I said, kissing him on the cheek before stepping out of his Rolls Royce.
The BIMG building loomed over me. I had a sinking feeling that this was going to be the last morning that I’d be walking through these doors. Or getting on this elevator. Damn. It was a shame, because not only did I like my job, but I was really good at it. Coming up with clever marketing strategies and rebranding businesses made me feel good. Especially when their profits skyrocketed. It gave me a sense of purpose .
What would my purpose be after I got fired?
Tanner’s trophy wife? Trophy wife. Ha. I was neither a trophy nor a wife. I was just some awkward ginger that he’d absolutely ravished last night. Any day now I expected him to realize that he was way out of my league. Hopefully my impending unemployment wouldn’t speed that process up. Either way, until he decided he didn’t want me, I was going to enjoy every second of our time together. Like our date to his private island tonight.
“Good morning, Ash,” said a deep voice as I stepped off the elevator.
I physically cringed when I looked over and saw Mr. Frost. I’d known he’d gotten a black eye last night, but damn. He looked a million times worse today.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I hadn’t expected to see him this soon. I’d planned on having plenty of time to hide in the bathroom and rehearse my apology. “Hey,” I said. “Sorry about last night.” Somehow I managed to sound super casual. As if his black eye and half the office being destroyed wasn’t a huge deal.
“I have a few things that need my attention, like ensuring that the multi-million dollar castle contract doesn’t fall through after I missed my flight, but once that’s done we need to have a conversation. How does 4:45 sound?”
I gulped. Yup, I’m screwed. “Sounds perfect.”
“Good.” He turned away and started typing something into his phone.
I figured that was his way of excusing me, so I started to walk to my desk .
“Oh, and Ash,” he called after me. “You have until then to make this up to me.” He pointed to his black eye.
What does that mean? “Yes, sir.” I turned and ran away before I could say anything to make the situation any worse.
Chastity was waiting for me at our cubicle, which was somehow perfectly fine, along with the rest of the office. She immediately swiveled around in her chair and put her elbows on my desk. “Tell me everything.”
“Okay, but first...did you and Nigel seriously fix all this?”
“Absolutely not. He’s the worst. But I did use my second wish to have Tanner fix it.”
I shook my head. Tanner really could have told me that this morning. He and his pranks were out of control!
I tossed my purse down and flopped into my chair. “Well, I just saw Mr. Frost. He said he wants to talk to me at 4:45. That means he’s going to fire me, right?”
Chastity waved my comment away. “I don’t care about Mr. Frost. I wanna hear all about your sexcapades with Tanner.”
“How can you think about sex at a time like this?”
“Because unlike you, I didn’t get ravished by a genie last night. Come on…telling me about it will help distract you from thinking about whatever Frost is gonna do.”
She had a point. Distraction was good. Especially because I was about ten seconds away from irreversibly ruining the armpits of my blouse with horrible sweat stains. “Okay, so…first we went to the Gochujang Pa lace and got my favorite. And then he took me back to his place at One57. It’s a good thing we never tried to break in to find his secrets, because he has a bridge that tosses intruders into a tank of piranhas. And a statue of himself slaying a dragon. And a porn obsessed AI.”
“A porn obsessed AI?” asked Chastity. “Do you get to use it too, or is it strictly for Tanner’s pleasure?”
“There are no physical parts to it.”
“Not even a vibrating wall dildo?”
“A what? No. It’s a woman.”
“Boo.” Chastity made an exaggerated frowny face. “That’s no fun.”
“Right, so we got past all his defenses, and then we were about to start eating. But he shoved the food aside and started making out with me.”
Chastity leaned closer.
I dropped my voice to a whisper. “He tore off my shirt. And then his fingers trailed up my thighs and pushed my skirt up around my waist. And then he knelt in front of me. And then…”
“Oh my God! He ate you out,” said Chastity way louder than was appropriate.
“Shh!” I looked around to make sure no one had heard. Luckily all of our coworkers were out of earshot. “So his mouth was inches away from me, and then he magically disappeared. The end.”
“What?! That can’t be the end.”
“Now you know how I felt last night when you rubbed that stupid lamp and made Tanner disappear. ”
“You know I’d never cock block you on purpose. I was just curious about what would happen if I rubbed the lamp. And I needed his help.”
“Well next time be more careful. Especially if he’s on a date with me. If you see him with some other girl, on the other hand, then you have my full permission to rub away.”
“So what happened after he came back to you?”
Oh thank God she said after. Now I don’t have to tell her about Incident #7.
“What’s Incident #7?” asked Chastity.
Shit! Had I really said that out loud!? “Oh you know, Matt walked in on me while I was top nude and then I tried to jump out the window.”
“What was Matt doing there? Oh my God, did Tanner send him there to give you some grade A dick in his place? I love that for you!”
“No, Matt’s married.”
“And?”
“And that would be cheating.”
“Not if he’s being a surrogate dick for his bestie.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“Sure it is. Anyway. Get back to the good stuff. What happened once Tanner got back? Did he catch you sucking Matt’s thick cock?”
“The only thing I did to Matt’s cock was fling a $1000 bottle of wine at it.”
Chastity gasped. “You didn’t,” she whispered.
“I did,” I muttered. “I’m not sure the poor thing survived.”
“Don’t worry,” said Chastity. “That thing is girthy. I’m sure it’ll bounce back. ”
“Why do you know that Matt’s cock is girthy?”
“Harvard. Showers. 2013. Alas, Chad didn’t choose Matt to be his surrogate dick that evening.” She sighed and put her head in her hands. “Anyway, back to your thing. So you didn’t get Matt’s dick either. What did Tanner give you instead?”
I bit my lower lip and looked away. Even though Chastity loved talking about sex more than anything in the world, I still felt embarrassed to tell her about how I’d flooded the sheets. “So many things happened. So. Many. Things.”
“Spill it. Now.”
I played with a pen on the desk to stall. And then I realized that I had her exactly where I wanted her. “I’ll tell you everything as soon as we come up with a plan for us to avoid getting fired.”
Chastity let out a sigh. “Just blow him.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Frost.”
“Never.”
“You sure? Because I distinctly remember you whispering, ‘I’m gonna blow him,’ last night when we were trying to stop Frost from getting on the elevator.”
“That was different! At the time, I thought Tanner was a serial killer who was about to chop us up into little bits. A single girl giving head to her boss to avoid certain death is perfectly reasonable. But now I’m basically Tanner’s girlfriend. And it’s now my job that’s in danger, not my life.”
“Okay, so a handjob then?”
“What? No! Nothing sexual. ”
Chastity shook her head. “Are you sure? Even though he’s a jerk, he’s pretty hot. Check out this picture of him on the ‘gram.” She grabbed her phone and clicked into her gallery. The first saved picture was a screenshot of a picture Mr. Frost had posted on his Instagram of him in grey sweatpants. My eyes immediately gravitated to the rather impressive bulge in his pants. Chastity zoomed in just to drive the effect home. “I haven’t had time to measure yet, but I’d put him at about 5 to 6 inches soft. So if he’s a grower, then he could easily be 8 or 9 inches hard.”
“Eh, I bet he’s a shrinker. That would explain why he’s so rude all the time.”
Chastity looked horrified. “That’s definitely not a thing.”
“If you think that, then you’ve never seen Joe naked on a cold winter’s day.”
“Fair point. Mr. Frost might shrink in the cold.” She pulled a tube of bright red lipstick out of her purse. “But he definitely wouldn’t shrink if you put this lipstick on and marched into his office.”
I lightly pushed the lipstick away from my face and back towards her. “Maybe you should do that. Your job’s on the line here too. And you’re way better than me at seduction.”
“I already tried that last night, but he wasn’t into me. I’m pretty sure he only has the hots for you.” Chastity tossed the lipstick back in her purse.
Really? In all the years I’d known Chastity, no guy that we’d met at the same time had ever liked me more than her. But who was I kidding? Mr. Frost didn’t like me. He hated me. And he was about to fire me. “I guess we can’t get out of this with sex. There has to be another way.”
“What exactly was your interaction like with him this morning?” asked Chastity. “Did he seem mad?”
“No. He was super calm. Creepily calm. He just said he wanted to meet at 4:45. And that I had until then to make it up to him.”
“Were those his exact words?”
“Pretty much.”
“Wow, yeah. That’s definitely code for a blowjob.”
Is it? Shit. It kind of seemed like it was. “Well if it is, then he’s going to be quite disappointed. Because it’s not happening. Let’s brainstorm some other ideas.” I reached for a pencil and paper, but my fax machine rang. Wait, fax machine?
“Since when do we have a fax machine?” I asked.
“Nigel installed a bunch last night. Instead of helping me clean. So then I had to go and waste my second wish.”
“Maybe you should get back at him by using your third wish to make all the fax machines in New York City disappear.”
“No way. I’m not gonna waste my third wish just to mess with Nigel. He’s nothing to me. I’m gonna save it for something epic.”
Damn . So much for getting Tanner’s lamp back from her quickly...
“You gonna answer it?” asked Chastity, gesturing to the phone part of the fax machine.
“I’d rather blow Mr. Frost than answer a fax machine phone.”
The ringing stopped a second later. But then it starting printing something.
“Ah!” I nearly fell out of my chair. “It’s alive.”
The paper lurched out of the fax machine and floated to the floor.
I picked it up and read: “Ashley Cooper to the roof, please. And come alone.”
Chastity snatched it from me and read it too. “Weird.”
“Why would I be needed on the roof?”
Chastity looked over at Mr. Frost’s very empty office. “Seems to me like Mr. Frost is hoping to meet with you away from prying eyes.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I took a deep breath. That was super weird. Maybe he was just inviting me up there so that not everyone in the office would see me cry after he fired me. “Okay, let’s go see what he wants.” I stood up to go, but Chastity stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
She shook her head. “The fax machine was very specific about you coming alone.”
Alone to the roof? I swallowed hard. Chastity had been right. He definitely wanted a blowjob.