Chapter 18

On Monday, the world kept spinning like nothing had happened. The chaos in my head didn’t matter to anyone. Manu was rushing around with that professionalism of hers, impeccable as always. Not a single comment about what went down. We never mixed things up, and I always admired that about her. But inside, I was still all fucked up.

To make it worse, Fernando — now with Clara’s help — seemed more determined than ever to pull the rug out from under me. Meeting after meeting, sideways glances, little digs disguised as feedback. It was a silent war, and I knew they were playing dirty.

Toward the end of the day, with my stomach in knots and my patience shot, I called Manu into the conference room. I needed to talk to her. I needed to get that weight off my chest.

“Woman, sit down…”

She walked in laughing, but with that suspicious little look.

“What’s up, boss lady? You seem kinda off today. You gonna fire me?”

I took a deep breath. Gave a crooked smile.

“Yeah… and what about that guy? Can I poke your eye out?”

Manu let out a big, hearty laugh, the kind that always knocked me off my feet.

“You can, sure. We’ll share him if we have to. The way you’re acting, I’m scared you’ll fire me if I say no.”

Her laugh hit me right in the gut, like it always did.

“Girl… I don’t know what’s happening to me!” I blurted out, half-laughing, half-stifled yell. “And stop talking about firing, please!”

“I do know.” she said, smirking, crossing her legs. “They left the gate open and your little goats are loose in the pasture, girl!”

“Cut the bullshit… let me get serious. Let me tell you what happened yesterday.”

And I told her. Everything. From start to finish. I told her how Tommy played the video, how I watched and started getting turned on. How I sucked him off and let him record me. And I kept going without stopping, like I had to get it out or I’d explode. I even talked about the shame, the regret, the feeling of fucking up… and still not being able to stop.

“And at the end…” I leaned against the table, crossing my arms, my gaze lost. “You won’t believe it. He played the video. That one. The one I sent. Of me fucking the other guy.”

Pause.

“And he wanted to watch it with me. Like it was just some porn. Can you believe that shit?”

Manu looked at me for a second. The smile didn’t fade, but it changed. Suddenly, she clapped a hand over her mouth and let out a muffled scream, loud enough to echo in the conference room. Theatrical shock, but real.

“Is that for real? Did it actually happen?” the question was just for show, because her face already said yes.

“Yeah, damn it.” I confirmed, more serious now, feeling the weight of what I was about to say next. “I’m gonna hook up with the guy, okay?”

“When?”

“I don’t know. But the way I’m going crazy… it could be right now.”

“Huh, then call him up, set it for after work!”

“No can do. I told him I needed to let Monday pass, right… And on top of that, I’d have to swing by home. And Tommy… well, Tommy’s definitely gonna want to talk about yesterday. And I don’t know. I might not be in the mood after.”

Manu nodded, understanding without judging, like she always did. She knew the urge was real. But she also knew how messed up everything was inside me.

“And there’s more… Look, I’m gonna tell you, but don’t judge me, okay?”

“Girl, if I haven’t judged you yet… I’m kinda scared of what you’re gonna say,” she laughed, slouched in the chair.

I took a deep breath, trying to find a less embarrassing way to tell her. But there wasn’t one. And deep down, I really wanted to spill it.

“So… since I was so turned on, right… I went to the bathroom to clean up, get ready for bed, but Larissa was all drooling, hot, on fire. So I thought: I’ll rub one out, get some relief, sleep better. I grabbed some videos of mine with Tommy and others with the guy, the ones you filmed… and nothing. Zilch. The horniness wouldn’t budge. Guess who got things going?”

“Who? Who? WHO?!” Manu went into full dramatic chorus, drumming on the table like it was an awards show.

“Youuuu!” I let out, covering my face with my hands, dying of embarrassment, but laughing along.

Manu widened her eyes and made that dramatic face like she’d just won an Oscar.

“Oh my God, boss! You saying it like that, like a guy admitting he jerked off to me… it makes me feel so… it makes me wanna cry.”

We both cracked up laughing. But inside… I knew it wasn’t just a joke. Not for her. Not for me. And that was the real problem.

The conference room was small, simple, functional. A rectangular table that barely fit four people, a video terminal at one end with one of those built-in corporate cameras, and the couch… ah, the couch. Always fought over during breaks, perfect for a quick nap after lunch. I stood up slowly, pretending the talk was over. Manu, without questioning, started gathering the papers, thinking we’d head back to the grind.

But instead of opening the door… I locked it.

The click of the lock made her look up, confused. She stared at me with that knowing little smile — but she wanted to hear it from my mouth.

“Crazy… what are you doing?”

“Shut up. I’m your boss, aren’t I?”

“Boss laaaady…” she said, melting into the chair. “You know, somewhere in the world, this has gotta be harassment. Right?”

She laughed. But her body didn’t pull back. Quite the opposite.

I bit my lip, unable to hold back the smile, and went to her. I sat carefully on her lap, feeling her hands land right away on my waist, firm but respectful, like they were waiting to see how far they could go. I looked into her eyes for a second, our faces close, and said nothing. Just kissed her.

And the kiss… the kiss was hot. Urgent. It started as a tease, but turned into something else the moment our mouths fit together. Her tongue was soft, firm, tasting like coffee and faded lipstick. She knew what she was doing, knew where to touch, how to nip my lip with her teeth and moan low, like she was playing with time. My hand slid up the back of her neck, pulling harder, giving in. I felt the heat spread through my thighs, my belly, my chest. Breathing got heavy, bodies pressed together, the rhythm of the kiss picking up speed.

“Manu… make me cum, please?”

She raised an eyebrow, that crooked smile taking over her face.

“I’ll do it. But am I getting a raise for this? ‘Cause I already bring the coffee… and this seems way more complicated.”

“More complicated?” I arched my eyebrows, faking outrage. “You saying I’m hard to make cum? Maybe you’re not doing your job right.”

“Ohhh, is that so?” she laughed, shifting in the chair, with that look that said “you have no idea what you’re asking for.” “Then sit down and let me show you how it’s done.”

I turned around, no rush, and sat on the conference room table. I spread my legs slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers, like I was testing her limits, teasing. The skirt rode up easy, and the panties — small, black, thin — already showed I wasn’t faking anything.

Manu knelt between my legs without hurry, with that confidence of someone who knew exactly what to do. Her hands firm on my thighs, the heat of her touch shooting up like electricity. She pulled my panties aside with her fingers and just looked. Stared at me with her mouth half-open, like she was mesmerized by what she saw.

The first lick was slow, wet, deep. Her tongue slid all the way between my lips, from bottom to top, stopping at my clit with perfect pressure. I let out a muffled moan, propping myself up on my arms behind me, throwing my head back. Manu held my legs open with force, and her mouth gave no mercy. She sucked me hungrily, rhythmically, with that impossible precision. She pulled my clit into her mouth, then circled with her tongue, licking slow then faster, switching between gentle and rough. I was moaning loud already, completely soaked, my body twisting on the conference table. She knew me. Knew what she was doing. Knew where to touch, how to pull, when to pause.

And then… she slid two fingers in.

All at once.

My body reacted instantly, with a spasm that made my legs shake. She started thrusting them hard, in a firm, wet, deep in-and-out. Her mouth stayed on my clit, sucking intensely, making that dirty sound that only ramped up my arousal. I moaned, begged, gasped. My hips moved on their own, chasing more, chasing it all. Her hands pinned me there like she was saying: “You’re not going anywhere till you cum for me.”

And I did.

I came hard. With my whole body. The orgasm ripped through me from inside. I arched back, let out a moan way too loud, forgot where I was. My muscles locked, my chest heaved up and down fast, and I could only grip the edge of the table, shaking, melting into her mouth.

Manu kept going for a few seconds, licking slow, like she was savoring the win. Then she stood up, her face glistening, eyes hot, and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth, like none of it was wrong.

I was still catching my breath when I let out, between a sigh and a weak laugh:

“Sorry for using you like that, Manu… I was… I was desperate.”

She smiled with that same naughty little smirk as always, looking at me like she already knew.