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?"

"Excuse me?" Tom asked the same time I said, 'huh?'

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 kinds of

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

boss manner he constantly used on me. Tom tried to speak for himself but Chad was not allowing

it's not-" He began, trailing

cage as fear took its firm grip on me. There was no way in

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

while his eyes ran all over my body, pausing for more than ten seconds on my boobs. My cheeks grew red in embarrassment from the action. He finally took his eyes off my breasts and stared into my eyes.

hurt you?" He asked all at once. I could no longer keep his gaze and so I stared at my feet like they would solve my

"I'm- I'm fine..." I stuttered. He seemed to realize just then that Tom was still standing

to taste my fist?" He

his arm down. I turned to Tom with a frown, "won't you leave now?" I was boiling at the moment. I wished

"But Nikki..." Tom frowned, opening his mouth to speak against Chad's will.

across his cheeks. "Just go!" I

stared at me in shock, rubbing at his cheek. He looked between Chad and I on repeat,

with his hands, walking out of my office looking ragged and ruffled, slamming the door in so much

moment he left, realization seemed to dawn on me just then that it was only Chad and I left in the office. The air around seemed to have grown

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