Under Construction PART 2 - 5 Minute Erotic Fiction

If you've still not read Part 1, you can find that HERE.

"Lainey Love, You alright in there?" An urgent sounding Jack is banging on the door...

"I'm coming!" I call out.

"Just hurry please" I can hear his footsteps retreating as he speaks.

"Damn right you are" whispers my new friend.

He balls his left hand into the hair at the nape of my neck whilst his right, sets a furious rhythm. He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, as the palm of his hand grazes my clit. I plead in a faint whimper... "Drink it from me."

He drops to his knees once again, he pushes my thighs wide and gazes for a second at my throbbing nub. He moans into me as he flattens his tongue against my folds, the gentle vibrations of his vocal appreciation are enough to tip me over the edge. His hands clamp to my backside as he buries his tongue deep inside as the cum pours from me and coats his rugged features. He waits for my body to still and then stands grinning, with the slick of my sex still glistening in his beard.

"Not the usual place to relieve stress" He says in a nonchalant kind of manner. He licks his lips and turns to leave. He clicks open the toilet block door and pokes his head out to check the coast is clear and then he's gone.

Little beads of sweat trickle between my cleavage as I readjust my underwear. The soft lace skims over my puffy, needy lips. They're almost pouting at the injustice of not having him fully inside me. What was he even doing in here? I clean down the sides quickly, and retouch my make up.

Racing back to my office, I pass Daniel on the stairs. He reeks of scotch and seems to be in yesterdays clothes. I don't say anything, I grab the sleeve of his jacket and yank him into my office. I push him into my chair and make him a coffee... "What's going on Daniel? Look at the state of you?" I say.

"She left me... 17 years and the bitch left me!" It comes out in a half sob, half slur. He reaches into his inside pocket and pulls out a flask and takes a deep swig. "I know you're going through a hard time right now and everything but Daniel, the clients are waiting for us. If you don't get your shit together we're gonna lose them" I snatch the flask from him as I talk and he doesn't fight me for it, he just lays his head on the desk and in seconds, starts to snore.

I straighten my outfit and grab a blazer from the back of my office door. I knew the presentation like the back of my hand, after all I had written it. The problem was going to be the boardroom of misogynistic old codgers I needed to convince, who believed a woman's place was chained to the kitchen sink.

The next 6 hours of being mocked and ridiculed simply for owning a pair of breasts, at least proved fruitful. I managed to secure the support of the majority, which meant we could move forward on the build. As the door opened for them to file out, the deafening wail of sirens filled the air. The thunder of hundreds of pairs of feet were pounding the road below and shouts for help rent the air. I race to the far end of the cabin and raise the blinds, billows of smoke were coming from the little high street.

I force my way through the throng of businessmen snaking down the stairs, resolute in their ignorance. They know nobody in this neighbourhood, nor do they desire to, our loss will simply become their gain... more room to build.

As I reach the street and round the corner, the little row of shops is encased in thick black smoke. Pockets of people are huddled together, watching on as the firefighters control the blaze. My eyes frantically scan the pavement searching for James, my heart quickens as do my footsteps as I spot him, Wrapped in a tinfoil blanket with spencer by his side. I'm not sure if my heart is fluttering from relief or my earlier assault from James' companion.

"James, thank god you're okay." I half shout at him over the noise of the street. He looks at me teary eyed and croaks out two words "My Elsie". My heart breaks where I stand, this gentle man has always given his all and now his all, has been stripped from him. "Oh James, I'm so sorry." I reach for his hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. For once my words are failing me, what do you say to someone who has just lost everything?

Spencer flings an arm around the weeping old mans shoulders "It'll be okay Pops, you can stay with me and Rachel until they get you back up and running" he says. "No no dear boy, you have your life together, I couldn't intrude" he replies.

Pops? Me and Rachel? Who the fuck is Rachel? If he has a Rachel... what the fuck was he doing screwing me this morning? - I don't articulate these thoughts but, as Spencer calms his Granddad, I see him watching my expression with every word he utters.

"It's not up for discussion Granddad, the decision's been made. Rob is going with you to the hospital, I'll head home and get your room ready." His tone is gentle but authoritative. James doesn't reply, he simply nods and stares ahead at what remains of his once happy life.

I make my hurried excuses about needing to lock up the offices and offer James a few more words of condolences. I give a curt nod to Spencer and make my way back to work. As my feet pound the pavement, rage rattles through me. Who the fuck does that? Gets bored at work, hides in the ladies bogs and then has a bit with the next available warm body. Then again... doesn't really say much for me either.

I slide the keys to my office into the lock, I'm barely through the door when Daniel starts screaming a me! "You are gonna pay for this, I've been locked in here for hours! Stupid bitch, you women are all the same... just snakes with tits!"

"Yes Daniel, the meeting went swimmingly whilst you slept off your bender. You're welcome for me saving your arse and hiding your piss poor performance every day!" my disdain was taking over, I couldn't stop the next sentence..."No wonder your wife left you, you're pathetic" I spat.

"Don't come back tomorrow, You're FIRED!" He roared.

He barged out of the office, screaming my ineptitudes at the top of his voice as he went.

I sat in my chair and sighed... another one bites the dust I mused. I picked up a box off of the side and haphazardly started to throw my belongings into it. I knew I'd gone too far but I was so sick of it. I was just there for show in their eyes, a leggy brunette with a huge pair of tits... couldn't possibly have any brains.

I look to the doorway to see Spencer standing their, his hands nestled on the waistband of his trousers, his muscles straining slightly at the polyester of his T-Shirt. A dusting of soot has settled on the bridge of his nose, its like he's smudged around the edges and it's HOT!

"What do you want? Rachel not quite doing it for you?" I snap huffily. I know it's petty but is this guy for real?

He laughs at this and it only incenses me further - "You think this is funny? You're with someone, what is wrong with you?" My voice is a little more hysterical than I'd like.

"Lainey..." He begins.

"I don't want to hear it.. I cut in.

"Lainey...he tries again

"WHAT!!" I bellow.

I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. I took a second and managed a small "Oh".

I hadn't realised it at first but as he spoke I was edging closer to him. Watching his lips as they formed the shape of his words, desperate for them to be on me again.

"Finish the job then..." I purred...