Knocking on the office door made the Mistress roll her eyes.

“Yes?”

“May I come in?”

Frowning, she pulled Dude by his hair out from between her legs and hopped off the edge of the desk.  Dude grabbed the napkins that came with the coffee he’d brought her to wipe her juices off his chin as she yanked her panties up, smoothed her skirt down, and walked over to the door.  By the time it was open, the napkins were tucked deep into his pocket and he leaned against the file cabinet with his arms folded.

“Eliza,” said the Mistress, sounding perfectly professional despite what she had been up to mere seconds before.  It was almost scary how quickly she could compose herself.  “Need something?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about my schedule before I clocked out,” her employee asked.  She looked past her boss to see Dude standing in the background.  “Oh.  Hey, Dude…  I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Not at all,” the Mistress assured her.  “I was just taking a little coffee break since he stopped by.”  She turned back to face him.  “Mind giving us a minute, babe?”

Dude shook his head and pushed himself off the cabinet.

“Pardon me,” he said, squeezing past the two women.  Once he was out of the office, the lady named Eliza stepped in and the Mistress shut the door.  Turning away from the stock room camera, he adjusted his hard-on beneath his coat, making sure he was decent while he waited for her to finish up in the main area of the store.  He stepped out the stockroom and scanned the sales floor.  There were a few customers, but all of them were too focused on looking at fuzzy handcuffs or sex swings to pay him any mind.  He strolled up to the counter and grabbed one of the dick-shaped lollipops out of the container by the register.  Just a little something to get the smell of pussy off his breath.

“Let me guess.  Needs less hours again, her kids are starting school,” he said, popping the sucker into his mouth after unwrapping it.

The older woman behind the register laughed.  It pained him that he had been coming around enough to build rapport with the staff, but he didn’t mind talking to this one.  She was a huge gossip.  He wouldn’t doubt that the Mistress always put her on the schedule when she was working just to keep herself entertained during those long shifts.

“Close,” the woman replied.  “Her babysitter is taking night classes now, so she has to be off work by three starting next week to get the kids from her.”

“Figures.”

Dude hung around the front for a little longer, mainly listening to the other employee complaining about Eliza before the woman herself walked out of the back with her purse over her shoulder.

“Alright, Miss Helen,” said Eliza.  “I’ll see you next week.”

“You take care, sweetie,” she said with a wave, as if she didn’t spend the last ten minutes dragging her to hell and back.  She was barely out the door when the woman turned to him.  “Guess it’s your turn again, hon.”

“Guess so.  Try not to have too much fun up here, Helen,” Dude replied with a wink, well aware that old bat had to know exactly what he business he had with her boss.  He walked back into the stockroom.  The Mistress was sitting on the desk chair, one leg folded over the other while looking over what looked like a calendar.  When he stepped in and shut the door behind him, she looked up and pushed said calendar to the side.

“Alright,” she said as she hopped back up on the desk.  “Back to work.”

He sank onto his knees in front of her.  His hands landed on her knees to spread her thighs.

“As many hours as I’ve been putting in up here, you should start cutting me a check.”

She threw her head back to laugh before gripping his hair and pulling him in.  Her free hand reached between her legs to pluck the sucker out of his mouth and pop it into her own.  She gave it an exaggerated suck, making sure to lock eyes with him as she dragged it past her lips.

“Like I don’t compensate you enough,” she purred, pointing the lollipop at him. “Finish what you started before I take that bullshit I just sat through out on you.”

Dude cracked a grin.  The idea of her taking anything out on him was arousing, but he didn’t feel like being that big of a dick today.  His hands slid up her thighs beneath her skirt.  Fingers curled around the elastic of her panties and dragged them down her thighs.  He left them to dangle on one ankle as he dove face-first back into her core.  She was still just as soaked as she was when he left her, maybe even wetter after almost being caught.  He dragged is tongue along the folds.

“That’s it, baby,” she breathed.  Her fingers carded through his hair as she tilted her hips towards his mouth.  “You’re getting real good at this.”

He hummed in response, knowing how good the vibrations would feel on her oversensitive cunt.  When her thighs squeezed his ears, he brought two fingers to spread her and began furiously lapping at her pussy.  His nose bumped against that sensitive bundle of nerves in the process, making her whimper in pleasure.  He kept going, trying his hardest to lick and suck the spots that made her writhe the most.  He wanted to make her squeal.  He wanted customers and colleagues alike to hear her moaning his name.