Wrong Number

"Shit!" I gasped, taking a deep breathe of shock as Chad stood there indifferently, not taking a step. His eyes moved between Tom and I every second, it seemed he was waiting for an explanation.

Tom's penis seemed to have gone in deep shock as well as a smaller version of his previously erected cock now stood, dangling between his thighs.

I pulled my skirt down in hurry and scanned the office for my shirt, my hands trembling by my side.

Tom pulled his boxers up like lightening after thunder and struggled to keep his pants on his waist as they kept falling without his belt to hold them in place.

All the while, I'd hoped Chad would turn to look away or leave the room in anger. I had no idea what it was, the shock from my action or curiosity, but he stood still staring at us both.

I found my shirt and picked it up. Not remembering how a shirt was worn anymore, I struggled to put it back on, failing to do so and just leaving it tucked in my arms.

"What is going on here?" Chad spoke for the first time, assuming we had gotten ourselves balanced.

He moved away from the door and walked to stand beside me. He moved his hand a bit, the action caused me to flinch and guide my face with my hands, waiting for his hand to hit me. When nothing happened, I put down my hands and turned to look at his face. He had on a look of shock, surprised by my act of guidance.

Chad amused me by intertwining his fingers in mine rather than hitting me and gently squeezing my hands in his. I could not help but widen my eyes at the act.

Turning to Tom, a deep frown etched his features. "You. How dare you come in here and try taking advantage of my secretary?"

asked the same time I said,

"Fester seemed to be so sure of you. You have no idea what you have just done and I promise you are going to regret it." Chad threatened. All my years of working with Chad, I had encountered different

should open my mouth to defend Tom and tell Chad the truth but I was taken aback by the fact that he was defending me, and that alone rendered

manner he constantly used on me. Tom tried to speak for himself but

"Sir you're mistaken, it's not-" He began, trailing

in its cage as fear took its firm grip on me. There was no way in the world this was the same Chad that found me

to say but Chad cut me off just like he'd done

my body, pausing for more than ten seconds on my boobs. My cheeks

you okay? Did he force you to do this? Did he hurt you?" He asked all at once. I could no longer keep his gaze and so I stared at my feet

fine..." I stuttered. He seemed to realize just then that Tom was still standing in the office. He turned

still standing here or do you really want to taste my fist?" He frowned, raising

now?" I was boiling at the moment. I wished

frowned, opening his mouth to speak

his cheeks. "Just go!" I glowered at him.

taken aback by my action as he stared at me in shock, rubbing at his cheek. He looked between Chad and

held his pants in place with his hands, walking out of my

was only Chad and I left in the office. The air around seemed to

Tom was gone. "I heard noises coming from in here and I could only wonder what more a secretary would want. Fester would be so disappointed..." He ranted on, the harshness restored in his tone.