The Taming of Andy Savage
Sweet Seductions Book 1
Nicola C. Matthews
© 2015 by Nicola C. Matthews
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Cover art by Bloody Feather Graphix Team
Ghost written by Nicola C. Matthews and Angel Scott
Nicolette groaned as the late morning sun roused her from a deep slumber. It took her a few tries to pry her mascara-coated eyes open to peer dumbly at the digital clock. The late hour slowly sank into her muddled brain; she let out a tiny yelp as she bolted out of the bed.
She had slept like the dead thing who had fucked her six ways from Sunday the night before, making her incredibly late for work. In less than half an hour she had scrubbed the last remnants from the night before from her body, tossed her long auburn hair into a messy ponytail, and stumbled her way through the house pulling on jeans, a button-down shirt, and a pair of black heels. Although her boss was a total douche-bag, thankfully he didn’t really care when everyone came crawling to their desks every day, just so long as his reporters were meeting their deadlines.
At half-past ten in the morning, Nicolette flopped her tired ass down into her desk chair, sipping on her pumpkin spice latte as she waited for her laptop to boot up so she could logon to the system. She had a killer story to write, and she couldn’t wait to turn it in to her editor.
A very insistent tapping finally dragged Nicolette out of her thoughts. She looked up crossly at her editor as he stood in doorway of her office, rapping loudly on the glass panel in the door.
“What?” she asked, pissed she had been interrupted. She had submitted her final draft to him two hours ago, having worked straight through lunch. Now she was digging through their database of open assignments, trolling for her next big adventure.
“I haven’t seen your completed interview from last night’s White Coffin set,” he said, ignoring the icy glare directed at him.
Nicolette could feel her blood pressure rise just by his mere presence. “Ah, I emailed it to you over two hours ago. Have you checked your inbox?”
You should try getting your dick out of your secretary’s smelly twat for a while and maybe you could get caught up on your work, jackass, she thought to herself. She would have loved to have told him that to his face, but somehow she didn’t think such a sentiment would win her any favors.
“Yes, I know you emailed it to me, but we haven’t gone over it yet to make the needed adjustments. You should have followed up with me an hour ago so we could get this finished tonight. I wanted this on the front page of tomorrow’s blog.”
She sighed, pushing back her chair. “Yes sir, I didn’t realize how late it was getting. I was looking for a new assignment. I take it you are ready to go over it now?”
God, she hated the smug look he had on his face right now. Fucking prick, she thought. He was constantly coming on to her, and every time she turned him down, she ended up with more and more of her articles cut down to the bare bone, or cut completely from the blog. Each time he started out just like this, dangling the front page in front of her like some fucking carrot in front of a horse.
“Naturally, why else would I be standing here in person and it less than an hour before quitting time?” he asked, acting as if he wanted to roll his eyes at her or pat her on the head like she was some type of idiot.
Somehow Nicolette managed to smile. “Yes sir,” she said through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to knee him in the nuts as she pushed past him to walk to his office at the end of the hall. She could feel his eyes roaming over her tight ass as she teetered in her black stilettos. She half hoped the sight of her swaying hips would send him into a coronary. She figured she was the last person anyone wanted around during a medical emergency. She would just go all to pieces, running around screaming, ‘What do I do?’ as he lay there suffering, possibly turning blue from lack of oxygen. Now that was something to smile about.
She pushed open the door to his office, picking up her article he had already printed out and left sitting in the little chair beside his desk. It was so small she could barely fit in it, which is why she never wore skirts to the office on days when she had an article due. The fucker chose this chair on purpose since its occupant had to practically sit with her legs wide apart to keep from falling out of the thing. It only took her catching him ogling her snatch a half-dozen times during the course of a ten-minute run through to make her re-think her entire office wardrobe.
Nicolette grabbed a pen out of his pen holder, rolling her eyes at the gold-plated sign sitting in the middle of his desk.
CHANCE DONNOVAN – EDITOR
“So what all did we need to change this time?” she asked with a trace of sarcasm in her voice. She didn’t bother to look up at him as he managed to brush his semi-hard cock against her shoulder as he eased himself into his office chair.
“Well, to be honest, I thought it was a great piece, but –“
Fuck me, here it comes, she thought. He always, always did this shit. He pretended he liked it, but then insisted half of the article needed to be removed for one reason or another.
“I am not really sure we should be including the size of Andy Savage’s cock in our articles.”
She looked up at him and blinked. Surely this asshole had to be joking. One of the perks of this job was getting to screw the bands and write about it, and now this fuck-face was telling her she shouldn’t have included a very detailed description of Andy’s eight inch cock?
“Excuse me?” she asked, slamming down the printed article onto his desk with a bit more force than she intended. “Just last week you approved having Hillary’s post describing her oral adventures on Bret Von Diesel’s cock splashed all over page one of the blog. So exactly how is me describing Andy’s package any different?”
Chance leaned in, undaunted by her sudden outburst. “The difference, Nicolette, is Hillary has been known for her virtue for the better part of two years, and now she’s finally popped her rock star cherry and everyone is going to be eager to read about it.”
Nicolette did roll her eyes this time, spreading her legs and propping her elbows onto her knees, the angle giving her editor more than a good view of her rounded tits.
“Mmm, and I’m known as the blog’s biggest fang-whore both in print and on the street. The fans live vicariously through me, eagerly waiting to read my articles to see who’s hot in bed and who’s just a big letdown. Our numbers always skyrocket whenever any of my exploits are included. I’m afraid I don’t see the difference.” She stared at him, her eyelashes lowering as she leaned in just a tiny bit to give him a better view.
She was happy to see his eyes immediately went to her breasts, jumping between the soft mounds and her open legs. Jeeze, is this what it would take to get her articles back on the front page? She didn’t mind being a fang-whore, but fuck it all if she was about to become the office whore.
“Chance,” she said, lowering her voice slightly as she said his name, “are you sure you want to cut all of it out? I really think my readers would be interested in hearing all about Andy’s eight-inch cock. I could even add in a few details about how it felt inside of my mouth.” She smiled sweetly at him, moving her legs together so her arms were forced to push her tits together too, adding more volume to the dainty mounds.
Her editor picked up her article and began making notes all over it, glancing up at her every few seconds. A few minutes passed by in silence. It became obvious to her flirting was not going to get her anywhere with this d-bag, and her entire demeanor changed again. Her eyes shot daggers at him as he marked through entire paragraphs.
“Here,” he said finally, handing the marked-up article over to her. “Make these changes and resend it. Maybe I can make some room on one of the back pages for this.”
Nicolette snatched the article out of his hand, standing up so abruptly she knocked over the small chair. “Maybe next time I’ll just have to demonstrate my sexual adventures on you, since that seems to be the only fucking way to get a decent spot in this fucking blog these days,” she said sarcastically.
She turned around and marched out of the room, eager to slam the door to his office. She had to resist the urge to knock everything off of his desk and beat him over the head with his own name plate. This wasn’t the worst thing she had ever said to him, but it would surely get her next few pieces yanked completely from the blog.
“Yes, that might be a good idea, especially if you are interested in doing another piece on Andy Savage,” he replied quietly to her retreating back.
The sound of Andy’s name halted Nicolette’s rampage. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob, her body slowly turning back toward him. “What did you say about another Andy Savage piece?”
Chance gave her another one of his stellar smug looks. “Look, Nicolette, I’m willing to work with anyone who is willing to get ahead in this company. But you, well, you don’t seem to be willing to put forth the effort it takes to get these choice assignments. So I’m afraid I’ll have to see if Hillary wants the next White Coffin interview.”
There was no fucking way in hell she was going to let Hillary anywhere near Andy. She walked slowly back toward his desk, this time popping her ass right up on the polished wood next to his chair. For the first time in two years, she wished she had worn a skirt to work.
“Chance,” she said, reaching out to toy with his tie. “Are you saying if I were a bit more open to your, um, specific requirements on these articles, you would be more receptive of what the articles contained, as well as the assignments available to me?”
Her editor leaned back in his chair, and she used the opportunity to scoot over on his desk, allowing her legs to fall on either side of his.
“Yes, I guess that’s a very good way of putting it, Nicolette,” he said, running his hands up the inside of her thighs. “You have been more than a bit unwilling to accept those requirements in the past. Perhaps you are beginning to change your mind, maybe want to try to climb the corporate ladder a bit?”
She smiled at him. God he was one seriously sleazy, repugnant bastard. Fortunately, ladies room gossip had it he was seriously hung and one great lay as well, so maybe this wouldn’t be too disgusting. She just hoped she could look at herself in the mirror come morning. She had done a lot of really kinky shit over the years, but she had never regretted any of it. She hoped this wouldn’t be the first time she wished she had kept her pants on and a dick out of her mouth.
“Yes sir, I am very ready to start climbing the corporate ladder. Just tell me what I need to do to get the next White Coffin assignment, and I’ll make sure it gets done.” She placed her hands over his, pushing them toward her inner thighs as she slipped her stilettos off her of feet. She allowed one of them to slide towards his crotch, amused to see the movement in his pants as his dick jerked to attention.
She knew he had a major foot fetish, which kind of grossed her out. But then again, she kinda liked being fucked in the ass which he found disgusting, so she guessed it made them even, on the fetish front at least.
Chance took his right finger and pointed toward his dancing cock. She smiled, easing her way toward the floor to kneel in front of his chair. She unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, allowing his dick to pop out of its fabric bondage.
Nicolette stopped, eyeing his junk with amusement. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from laughing right in his face. This is what all the women in the company had been going nuts over? Fuck, the thing might be six and a half inches full hard, and that was being generous. If this was everyone’s idea of a big cock, they would all go fucking crazy over Andy’s massive member.
Well, she had already started this train wreck. Stopping now would probably get her fired, so she would just have to suck it up and take one for Team Nicolette. She figured six inches and some few centimeters were better than just six inches, so she moved to pop the head of his cock into her mouth. She was quite surprised when Chance stopped her.
“Wait,” he said, causing her to pause to look up at him. “Take your shirt and bra off first,” he said. She smiled at him, fighting back a sudden attack of the giggles. She made a huge show of slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She unhooked her bra, letting each strap slide down her arms as if she were doing a striptease. He watched all of this in eager anticipation.
Her boobs bounced from within the confines of her lacy brazier, high and firm. She really wasn’t big enough for a proper titty-fuck, but she’d still have to try. It was another of Chance’s fetishes; if it meant getting another free ticket to possibly fuck Andy Savage again, she was more than willing to indulge him in any and all of his twisted little fantasies, even if it involved feet, candle wax, and one of those double-ended dildos she had found shoved in his bottom desk drawer that one time.