EroticReverie

Janelle Fox

"Married?!" My girl friend Axel exclaims. 

"Yes, but, he said they're not happy!" I argue as we get on the subway.

"Oh J...no, don't do this again" she pleads with me. 

I may or may not have had a thing for men who were married. Not by choice, and not because I was a malicious bitch. It just happened that way. 

"You are such a little home wrecker" Axel shakes her head and I elbow her in the arm. 

"Don't say that!" I hiss as the door shut and I grab the pole, standing in my knee high black suede books and dark blue jeans, with a long sleeved bacl plain v neck t shirt and my best push up bra. 

"So what, your work is just full of horny married men looking to cheat on their wives?" she asks and I roll my eyes. 

"No." I say, because I already told her about James, and shed reluctantly agreed to take one for the team and keep him entertained if they came tonight.

"He probably wont come, god I shouldnt have said that to him. If he doesnt come it's going to be so awkard." I say 

"Of course he's going to come." she rolls her eyes. "Men are fucking pigs." 

I smirk as the man standing beside her pinches his brows and looks at her. She looks at me as I laugh and then to the guy and dares him to say something with her own glare. 

"Say something Wilbur. I dare you." she hisses at him making his head jerk back and the man move a step away with a roll of his eyes. 

I laugh. "You're terrible." 

"I'm just over men , and you should be too, has the mutliple affairs you've had with married men taught you nothing?! Have I, your adivce giver and best friend since kindergarten taught you nothing?!" she asks and I roll my eyes as people stare at us.

"Call me a slut a bit louder why dont you." I whisper. 

"You're projecting that yourself, I've NEVER called you a slut." she says. 

I roll my eyes. 

"But...if the shoe fits." she shrugs. 

I elbow her again. "You're the worst best friend." 

"Because I dont encourage you to make poor choices?" she asks and I smile. 

"He's really nice." I say. 

She rolls her eyes. "Mhm. Yes. Nice men go to bars with their hot new secreatry while leaving thier wife at home. Sounds REAL nice Janelle." she shakes her head. 

"Just, don't be ..." I trail off and she raises a brow. 

"Dont be what? A bitch?" she asks , one hand on her hip the other holding the same pole as me. 

"Just, don't be you." I say with a little laugh. 

She smiles slightly and rolls her eyes. 

"right, yeah, so don't be a bitch." I say and now she's the one to elbow me. 

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When we get to the bar we show our id's and walk in. There's already a guy on stage singing with a small band , doing a cover of a John Mayer sing, and it's clear all the panties and bras in the room are ready to come off as most of the females are packed near the stage. 

I look around. It was a small bar but it was packed full, standing room only, only the stools at the bar and a few tall tables along the wall had seats. 

As we made our way to the bar I looked around, seeing if I saw Curtis or James anywhere. I was sure James would come either way, at least I thought he would. I didnt think Curtis not coming would stop him from coming to meet Axel. Sure enough when my eyes hit the door I see James walk in, and wait for Curtis to come in after him, but the door closes and my disappointment makes me face automatically screw up into a frown. 

I lift my hand trying to catch James' attention and it takes a second but he finds me in teh crowd and makes his way over. 

James was attractive. But he had a degree of sleeze that wasn't my cup of tea. He was easy to talk to at lunch though, and he'd been the one to invite me to lunch with my hot boss and him so, I owed him in my mind to befriend him. 

"Damn Miss Fox" he says taking me in head to toe. 

"We're out of the office, so is it okay if I tell you , you look positively edible tonight?" he asks loudly over the music from the band and I just laugh. 

"Save your compliments for Axel." I say and gesture to my red headed friend who is currently leaning over the par, pushed up on her tip toes in jeans and a white sneakers, her red thong peeking out the top of her jeans as her tight white top rides up her back a little , and her long wavy natural red hair falls down her back in a pony tail. 

"A redhead." he says with a lick of his lips. 

"She hates men." I warn him. 

He smiles at the challenge. 

"Lesbian?" he asks in question.

I laugh and shake my head. 

"No. Just hates men." I say and he laughs and nods. 

"Is Curtis coming?" I ask and he looks to me away from Axel's ass and then smirks. 

He shrugs. "Dunno." 

I screw my lips to the side and he leans in. 

"But if he doesnt, I'll kiss you good night." he says and I wince as I pull back.

"He told you?" I ask and he laughs and nods. 

"Sure did." he says.

"Didn't think either of you would make a move. You surprise me Fox." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"You dont know me. I cant possibly surprise you." I say. 

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, you speak sweet, and look innocent, other than that rack you have." he nods to my tits. I roll my eyes. 

"A man cant appreciate a nice set?" he asks and I just shake my head. 

"Your poor wife." I tease and he grins. 

"If he doesnt come.." James says. "You can be my wife for the night." he says and I just laugh and shake my head. 

"No offense...but...no." I say and he laughs. 

When Axel turns with our drinks she snarls at James. 

"Which fuck is this?" she yells. 

James just smiles at her, looking at her up and down. She was in a fiery as red hair, and apparently not going to "not be a bitch" like I'd asked. 

"I'm the fuck she's not interested in." he says. 

"And you're the underfucked man hater." he says and her brows raises. 

"Excuse you?" she says, shoving my glass of beer towards me and James takes it instead and lifts it to his mouth and takes a sip. I drop my jaw as I watch him grin over the glass at her as her eyes flare.

She rolls her eyes and hands me the other. 

James exhales a refreshed breath and licks his lips. 

"This beer sucks. If you want to drink watered down piss, I couldve just taken you to the mens room and unzipped for you." he says.

He's such a fucking tool. But I love it. Because he's going to keep Axel occupied all night. I can already tell he's intent on driving her crazy and giving her every reason to continue hating men. 

"Atlantis!" she yells over the music at him. 

His brows pinch. "Huh?"

"It's what I'm naming your dick, since I'm pretty sure nobody ever been able to find it." she quips and he throws his head back. 

"Oh baby, you'd have no trouble finding my dick, no trouble fitting that big mouth of yours around it either." he says and I cant believe the words coming out of his mouth , and I just laugh as they continue to quicky throw insults back and forth making me choke on my beer multiple times. 

Standing around with them as they insults start to slow in their delivery, I keep looking to the door, and as each song goes by and the next act goes on stage to set up I feel my little bit of hope flicker out. And an hour later when he still hasnt arrived and Axel is trading drunken slurred insults with James still, I realize that Curtis isn't going to come and I already dread tomorrow morning at the office.

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 Curtis Cash

"She looked fucking good man." James says as we walk into the building together the next morning. 

"Had those tits out nice and pretty for you." he says shaking his head as we scan our badges and walk through the security and turn styles to the building. 

"Her fucking friend though. Mouthy little bitch." he says and I shake my head. 

"I just couldn't." I say, punching the elevator button.

"Quit being a fucking pussy. You know shit with you and Miranda is over. Fuck her man. Fuck the shit out of the hot office pussy." he says ignoring the eyes of the older woman in the elevator glaring at him. 

"All Im saying is..she invited you out...told you to fucking come...she basically took her panties off and wrapped those sweet legs around your neck and shoved that pussy in your face man" he says and I give the scowling older woman an apologetic glance. 

"I dont need to make things messy at work. I've got a big enough mess at home." I say. 

"Yeah, well you need some messy messy " he says using his hand to gesture a blow job making the old woman scoff. But he pays her no mind. 

"And she wants to give it to ya, real bad." he says and the woman darts out as soon as her floor comes and the door opens. 

"You're such a dick man" I laugh as he watches her scamper out. 

He shrugs. 

"She's probably got a dried up puss, you both probably are competing for the longest streak of not getting laid." he says of the old woman and I just shake my head. 

"So you fucked her friend?" I ask changing the subject sort of. 

"Hell no. That bitch was insufferable as dragging ten thousand razorblades on my dick." he says and I just laugh. 

"Hot as fuck though." he says. "Little red head with a nice round ass, probably has freckles all over her pussy." he groans. 

"Jesus" I say with a laugh. 

"On second thought. Tell Fox I need her friends number." he says. 

"Yeah, Im not doing that." I tell him. 

"Whatever fucker, I'll be down later and invite her and Orphan Annie to a threesome. " he says as I step off on my floor.

"Stay the fuck off this floor." I tell him and he laughs, giving a wave and then gesturing with his hand again, mocking a blow job. 

"Let herrr dooo ittttt" he calls as the door shuts and I rub a hand over my face. 

Walking through the main doors and into the open office area. I look right to where her desk is, closest to my door, and see those fucking legs first. 

She's standing up, but leaning slightly over the desk as she writes something down. 

Today was a dress. A long sleeved black wrap dress that I could tell was tied at the side, and her stocking were a sheer black, see through, except for the long dark seam running up the back of her legs, and as she reached over the desk, I cursed at the curved scallopped lace I could see, letting me know they were thigh highs and she probably had on a hot as fuck gareter belt to go with them. Because that's what girls like her did. They wore fancy shit under their clothes cause it made them feel good, made them feel powerful to have those sexy secrets under their clothes. 

I walk towards my office and start my nods and good mornings as I pass through, my voice drawing her attention and I watch her turn, her blonde hair is up in little twist , but small strands fall loose at the sides and fuck me. She had glasses on. 

I swallow as I nod to her and she gives me a friendly smile. 

"Good morning." I say to her as I pass. 

"Good morning Mr. Cash" she says and I push open the door to my office, walking over to my desk and dropping my briefcase on it and immediately loosening my fucking tie. 

Glasses? Really? Jesus. It wasn't like I had a thing for glasses, but now I sure fucking did. 

A knock on my door.

"Mr. Cash?" her voice comes through the frosted glass. 

"Yes? I mean...yes, come in." I say trying to calm my voice, I'd sounded angry at first. 

She pushes open the door and I turn and she's chewing on her pen as she looks down at the legal pad she has and then scratches something off and I fight the groan that wants to leave me lips watch her pen before it left her mouth. 

"I have some early messages, and..you have two meetings that over lap that your last secreatary scheduled, but I already called your eleven oclock and told them we needed to push to eleven thirty..." she says still looking at the paper. 

"That will go into your lunch time...but I can always run and get you something, bring it back here for you, so you have time to eat, or if you want I can reschedule the 1:15 for.-"

"Stop." I say and she lifts her eyes to me. 

"I...I'm sorry, stop?" she asks. 

I take a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about last night." I say. 

Her brows pinch as if she doesnt remember that she invited me to the bar and to kiss her goodnight. 

"Oh, right..yeah...no..it's fine. I may have been a BIT out of line with that. My apologies, it won't happen again." she says and I open my mouth but she looks back down.

"So yeah, I can push the meeting after lunch or i  can-"

"Fuck" I groan and she stops and looks up again. 

"What?" she asks. 

"I'm a good man Janelle." I say. 

She looks to the side and then back to me and nods. 

"Yeah. Okay." she nods. "I said I wouldnt do it again. I'm sorry, I really I am, I wasn't thinking and, I just have a bad habit of not filtering things that come from my mouth, and I shouldnt have asked you to come last night..you're married." she says. 

"Tell me a secret." I say. 

She lowers the pad of paper and opens her mouth. she laughs nervously.

"No I dont think we should do-" 

"Tell me...a secret." I say looking at her and she licks her lips and clears her throat. She bends over, setting the legal pad on the small table between the two chairs that face my desk, and sets down the pen on top. 

"Shameful?" she asks. 

I nod. 

"I hate that your a good man." she says and I grip the edge of the desk as I sit leaned against it, my jaw clenching. 

She stares at me and the damn v neck of her wrap dress isnt low enough, I want to see more of her, so much more of her. Pissed that I missed her breasts "sitting pretty" for me like James said they were last night. 

"Your turn." she says quietly. 

I lift my eyes to her again. 

"I'm not sure I want to be a good man anymore."