Harem House - Chapter 31 Part 3

Unfortunately, the morning work shift had to happen first. Mindy not only had to wait for her playtime, but she also had to work. Beth had locked herself away for the morning in her office. When Mindy arrived, she was already gone. So, after messaging her and receiving her instructions to “go about her normal work routine,” Mindy set to work. 

The office workstations formed an L against two of the four rectangular walls in the office, with Arthur’s desk at the top of the L overlooking their stations. The rectangular worktable in the center of the room and the printer against the far wall sat unused for the moment. The shelves and cubbies of marketing materials on the wall opposite Beth’s office door were well-stocked, giving the room the starchy smell of cardstock. The industrial patterned carpet held untold quantities of paper dust within its fibers. 

Sara and Tara worked at their stations with their backs to Arthur as usual while Mindy sat so that Arthur was on her right, a few monitors away. They were quieter than normal, and neither said anything to Mindy, which was unusual. They typically acted as though she were in their confidence, making comments about Arthur and his body, but when he stepped out for a trip to the storage closet, they remained silent. They still watched him leave, though. 

“Is everything okay?” Mindy asked. “You two are awfully quiet this morning.” 

Sara and Tara shared a look as if confirming with each other what they’d already discussed. 

“Are you okay?” Sara asked. “I heard you’re dating Arthur now, but he’s making you share him with other girls?” 

Mindy took a deep breath, glancing toward both doors, but they were alone for the moment. “It’s not like that.” Mindy said. “He’s not like that. You know that.” 

“So what’s it like?” Tara asked. “We saw you at homecoming. Everyone seemed to be getting along?” 

Mindy nodded. “We’re together. The six of us.” 

“Um…” Tara and Sara exchanged another look between them. “What?” 

“Well… we’re all dating Arthur.” Mindy said. “At the same time. Consensually. I don’t know. Arthur’s better at explaining it than I am.” Mindy giggled. 

Tara shook her head. “He’s taking advantage of you because he’s your boss, and you’re a freshman.” She said. “You don’t know better yet, but you deserve better. He shouldn’t treat you like that.” 

“Thanks?” Mindy said, though her uncertainty made it a question. “I’m not sure what you mean. He treats me wonderfully. He treats all of us well. That’s why we’re with him. Well, that and he’s–” 

Arthur re-entered the room at that moment, and the girls snapped back to their screens on reflex. Mindy could tell by their glances that Tara and Sara were curious about what she’d meant to say next. 

Mindy smiled and went back to work. 

After classes interrupted the morning work, Mindy returned to cover the lunch break and found she’d gotten there before Arthur. Classes were boring. Work was tedious, too, but at least Arthur was there to distract her. As usual, his suit looked good on him today, and Mindy hoped he appreciated her after-gym outfit, too. 

She wore dark pantyhose that went from her black heels to just below the waistband of her high-waisted pleated mini-skirt. The gray and black plaid skirt’s flared hem came to just above the middle of her thighs, showing off the shape of her legs, adding the illusion of hips, while her skin was covered by the mostly opaque hose. 

Matching the skirt’s pattern, she wore a plaid button-up sleeveless vest closed over her stomach, with its deep V-neck showing off the shape of her chest. Beneath the vest, she wore a white cotton blouse with ruched material clinging to her torso. The baggy sleeves felt breezy while offering warmth. The ruffled cuffs and lace trim made it look cute, even as her cleavage peeked over the squared neckline. 

Above all, she wore a simple black fishline choker that might be considered ‘gothic.’ It wasn’t one that Arthur had given her, and it wasn’t a collar, but she still enjoyed wearing it and assigned it the significance of being a private, personal symbol of her submission to Arthur. 

She was his personal assistant, his office secretary fuck toy, and that knowledge made her smile as she looked around the office and found it empty. 

She opened Beth’s door and found Beth had also left for lunch. Alone, Mindy’s smile grew. She closed Beth’s door, then strode to Arthur’s desk. She moved his chair aside, then slid under his desk, and waited. 

Arthur entered the office less than a minute later and stood by his desk. Mindy could only see his lower half, from the shine of his black dress shoes to the gray slacks he wore with a black belt that matched his shoes. He shifted, looked around the room, and sighed. 

Mindy stifled her giggle as he pulled his chair away from the desk and sat. He pulled himself to the desk, and Mindy raised her hands to catch his knees before they collided with her face. The sudden touch of her hands, her fingers grabbing his thigh muscles, startled him, and Arthur lurched in his chair. 

“Jesus!” Arthur said, scooting back. 

“Nope!” Mindy said, laughing. “Just me, Boss.” 

“You startled me.” Arthur said, getting up from his chair. He motioned for Mindy to stay where she was and locked the office door behind him. He walked away, checking Beth’s office. Finding her away for lunch, he locked the door. 

“I’m not even a little sorry for it.” Mindy said, her eyes sparkling. 

“You will be.” Arthur picked up the ruler on his way back to his desk and set it beside his keyboard. He retook his chair and scooted forward, parting his legs to either side of her. He lowered his chair slightly, and Mindy surged forward, her hands on his lap before he’d finished waking his computer up. “But first, I’ll let you apologize. Get to work.” 

“Yes, Boss.” Mindy said. She pulled his zipper down and was surprised to find him already straining for release. She pulled him out and stroked him, admiring his girth. 

She heard Arthur’s keyboard clack and his mouse click as he started working. She couldn’t tell if he was working, but the idea warmed her insides. She was his office whore, paid to see to his needs. She met all his needs, and she was a professional. She knew how to please him, how to stroke him with her thumb sweeping the underside of his cock while her fingers struggled to wrap around him. The tip of his cock was so close. She lowered it to her lips and exhaled on the tip. 

He twitched in her hand, but she held him steady and extended her tongue, lifting his mushroom head with a firm stroke of the wet tip against the underside of his cock. 

Arthur slouched in his chair, giving her more room. 

Mindy couldn’t bob her head vertically without hitting his desk's underside. Instead, she pushed her head forward, taking his tip past her lips and swirling her tongue against the underside, switching back and forth against the frenulum, the small fold of skin on the underside of his cockhead. She sucked, focusing on the strength of her efforts and the swirl of her tongue instead of the depth of his cock in her mouth. 

Arthur gripped his slacks in his hand beneath the desk, and Mindy took his hand in hers with her free hand, interlacing their fingers as he squeezed his appreciation for her work. Her other hand stroked the base of his cock with a slow pumping motion and a firm grip. Her thumb played gently with the spot where his balls met his cock, and he groaned from above. 

“God, Mindy. Just… keep doing that. Don’t stop.” 

She kept at it. The ‘Yes, Boss’ she wanted to say stuck in her throat, and she swallowed the unspoken words rather than remove her lips or break their seal around his shaft. 

Arthur grunted, squeezing her hand again. He tried typing with his other hand, moving his mouse around, but there was no point in pretending to work. He licked his lips and looked down, meeting Mindy’s gaze as her dark brown eyes looked up at him from the shadows beneath his desk. Her lips stretched over his cock as she sucked and tongued him, making a pretty picture. 

“I’m going to snap your picture, Whore. Just for me.” Arthur said. 

Mindy squeezed his hand. 

“Ready for your close-up?” Arthur asked. 

Mindy squeezed his hand again and batted her long, full eyelashes at him. 

He took the picture and smiled. He moved to put his phone down, and she squeezed his hand again. 

“You want me to take another?” Arthur asked. 

Mindy squeezed his hand once more. 

He raised the phone, and she drove her face forward, swallowing his cock into her throat. The picture he snapped was tilted slightly, capturing Mindy’s eyes looking up at the camera with all but the last half inch of Arthur’s cock swallowed past her tightly sealed lips, her cheeks dimpled with suction. She hummed, and he felt her vibrate against his throbbing cock. 

“FUCK.” Arthur said louder than he meant to speak. He threw his head back and rolled his neck. He straightened his phone and took another photo before Mindy pulled away, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. 

“Time me.” Mindy said. “I want to try and beat my personal best.” 

“That’s going to ruin your makeup.” Arthur warned. “Just keep doing what you were doing.” 

Mindy pouted, but when Arthur didn’t relent, she said, “Yes, Boss,” and returned to sucking and stroking his cock. 

Arthur reclined in his chair, scooting his hips closer to her, and moved both hands to his thighs, spreading them apart to grant her easier access.

Mindy took it, swallowing more of him until the tip of his dick pressed against the back of her mouth. She swallowed, sucked, and tongued his cock while she pumped with one hand and held his hand in hers with the other. After a few minutes, she started pumping him with her mouth. Not taking him into her throat but moving her head back and forth as she sucked. 

Then she started making noises. Little chirps and happy hums as she sucked. 

Arthur groaned, panting as she panted through her nose. 

“Fuck.” Arthur said. “Okay, enough. I’ve had enough.” 

Mindy shook her head, determined to taste his seed before she released his cock. 

Arthur had other plans. 

He scooted back, withdrawing from her mouth with an audible pop. 

She braced herself, waiting for the spray of his hot white jizz to cover her face, but he didn’t cum. Instead, he grabbed her by her wrist and hauled her out from under the desk. She fell forward, catching herself with one hand. Arthur’s much stronger frame lifted her under her arms, making her squeal in surprise and delight. 

Heat flushed through Mindy as he set her ass on his desk and pushed her back. She fell back to her elbows, leaning back as he parted her legs. 

He didn’t ask before tearing her pantyhose, and his fingers pulled her white lace thong to the side in such a fierce effort that the back of his fingers scraped her puffy slick pussy and parted her folds to find her hot, wet, and waiting for his cock. 

He stepped forward, pushed her back against the desk, and spread her legs with his as he stepped between them. Mindy ground herself against his dick, rolling the underside of his length against her clit. 

“Fuck me, Boss.” Mindy said, her ordinarily high and sweet voice desperate and sultry. “Fuck me like a whore.” 

Arthur slid his dick against her again, her skirt covering his view of their grinding parts, but feeling every inch of his cock soaked and warmed by her furnace. “Let me see those tits, whore.” 

Mindy fumbled with the buttons on her vest, and Arthur helped her. She started at the top, and he started at the bottom, and between them, they had her vest open and parted in moments. Arthur pulled her top down, revealing the cups of her lacy white bra that matched her thong. 

Mindy scooped her breasts out of her bra, showing her dark almond-colored nipples and her tan, round DD breasts. They plumped as she laid back and reached her hands over her head to brace and grip the edge of his desk. With her elbows on either side of her face, her breasts exposed, and her body waiting for him, Mindy moaned and whined. 

“You were late again this morning.” Arthur said, his voice a growl. “And I think you need to be punished for startling me too.” 

“I’m sorry, Boss.” Mindy said, pouting, but her voice was anything but mournful. “How do you want me for my punishment?” 

Arthur smiled and moved her legs. He lifted them, putting her ankles in his left hand and raising them so her legs were straight with her toes pointed to the ceiling. Her pantyhose-clad ass bared to the room, and her slick pussy was ready for him if he chose. 

He hefted the ruler in his right hand and stood beside his desk, and Mindy rested atop it, her hands folded below her knees, helping him hold her legs out of the way. 

He pressed the flat of the ruler against her ass, giving the round bottom part of her cheeks a firm press and watching them squish. 

“Count.” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Boss.” Mindy said, panting. 

He smacked the ruler across both cheeks, pressing the fine netting of her pantyhose into her skin with the harsh wooden ruler. 

Mindy squealed, delighted. “One.”

Arthur struck both cheeks again, spanking her exposed ass with the ruler until she reached “Ten!” 

He pressed the flat of the ruler against the back of her thighs, smiling to himself. 

“Those were for startling me.” Arthur said. 

“Now we’ll start your punishment for tardiness. Let’s see… One hundred and twenty seconds this week. -tsk- We’ll have to do forty today.” 

“Yes, Boss. Thank you.” Mindy said. 

Arthur chuckled. “It’s almost like you want this spanking.” He said, laughing. “Is this what you want? You want me to spank you like a naughty girl?” 

“Yes!” Mindy said, swallowing. “Please! I want you to spank me! I want you to spank me like your filthy office whore who was late this morning when I should have been here early to suck your cock.” 

Arthur smiled and obliged. He spanked her repeatedly, alternating between each ass cheek and thigh, giving him a quartet of locations to smack as he laid into her. The dark hose hid the darkening marks on her already dark-white skin. Her hands clenched around her knees, and she curled up with some of the blows, lifting her shoulders off the desk to gasp and moan at the pleasurable pain aching into her, destroying her. 

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t be late again. I’ll get here extra early every morning to suck your cock before those office prudes get here. You’ll see, Sir. I’ll be the best dirty little whore you’ve ever fucked!” Mindy said rapidly, gasping between breaths. 

Arthur chuckled. “You know, I think that must have been ten or fifteen strikes so far.” 

Mindy breathed, trying to catch her breath, which heaved her pillowy breasts. “Only… twenty-five to go?” She asked, hopefully. 

“Oh, no. We still have the full forty. Once you start counting.” Arthur said, a wicked smile slashing across his face at Mindy’s eyes flaring open. 

“Oh god!” Mindy whined. “I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll count! I’ll count!” 

Arthur struck her again with the ruler. 

“One!” Mindy knew better than to start at sixteen or twenty-six if she counted the ten from before her tardiness spanking. 

Starting from one again, Arthur raised and lowered the ruler against her backside with fierce smacks. The pantyhose dampened the noise somewhat, but that only made Arthur strike harder. Soon, he had to let Mindy hold her legs in place while he moved his hand from her ankles to her mouth. He covered her lips so she could squeal and moan into his muffling palm without the noise passing through the locked office doors. 

She kept counting, though, even though neither of them could make out the words being spoken into his hand. Arthur verified his count with her number of syllables instead, letting her count up all the way from one to forty before he released her face and set the ruler beside her. 

Mindy gasped, swallowing in great lungfuls of air. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for punishing this dirty whore.” 

Arthur smiled and let Mindy drop her legs so her heels hit the floor again, her back still across his desk. Her sore ass pressed into the wood and made her wince, but she moaned her appreciation for the pain in a low, happy noise. 

Arthur moved in front of her, parting her legs with his once more. 

She mumbled something, and Arthur leaned over her to hear it. 

“What was that?” Arthur asked, raising his hand to his ear and cupping it as if it would help. 

“Please, Boss?” She asked. “Fuck your whore?” 

“Beg for it.” Arthur said, lifting her thighs in his hands and holding them, pulling her against him so the base of his cock ground against her slick lips. 

“Please?” Mindy whined. “Please, Boss. Please, please, please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use me. Fill me. Take me. Ruin me.” Her gasping whines drove goosebumps along Arthur’s spine, and he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding his cock against her the entire time. “Please?” 

Arthur rocked back, lined the tip of his dick against her folds, parted her lips, and pressed gently forward, entering her slowly and lifting her skirt to watch as he buried his cock in her inch by inch. 

Mindy writhed on the desk, holding herself steady with her hands above her head but wriggling, her breasts wagging and her nipples hard as diamonds. “Fuck.” She whispered, her voice ratcheting up an octave into a high-pitched whine. “Fuuuuuuuck.” She breathed. “Oh, god. Oh, god!” 

Arthur pumped into her, slow at first but steadily gaining speed and power until he was fucking her hard and fast, holding her by her thighs with her back against his desk. Her cries of “Oh, god!” had to stop, so he moved the ruler to her mouth, and she bit down instinctively, leaving teeth marks in the wood. 

She wasn’t in pain, but ecstasy filled her cunt to the brim with every thrust, and she ached for release before long. The ache built in her core, her muscles tightening and flexing as she rocked her hips to increase her pleasure, arching her lower back off the desk and driving her shoulders into it. The firm body between her thighs was warm as she clamped her legs around him, hooking her ankles behind him. She pulled him forward with her calves, driving him even deeper into her, and she had to stifle the scream that wanted to escape her lips. 

This was the office. They couldn’t be loud here. The cost of their at-work playtime was secrecy and silence, but Mindy yearned to scream his name to the heavens. She wanted to let the entire world know how much she enjoyed his mighty, thick, and unyielding cock as he pummeled her insides. She reached for him, and Arthur released his grip on her thigh to hold her hand. She squeezed, and he squeezed in return, grunting with the effort of fucking her. 

“Please.” Mindy whined. “Please?” 

“Cum for me, little whore.” Arthur didn’t slow, but he growled his assent and grunted with the effort. 

The low, rumbling words and grunt of desire broke Mindy. Her body shattered on his desk beneath his onslaught. Her entire body shook, and she twisted her head back and forth, smacking the ruler’s end against the desk and jarring her, but she held on, her bite threatening to break the thick wooden ruler. She scrunched her face and whined out her orgasm in a high-pitched squeal as her soul left her body, and she sagged against the desk, limp and exhausted. 

Arthur pulled out of her and lowered her legs so she could press her feet to the floor. Her low heels found the floor steady but her legs shaky. 

“You didn’t cum?” Mindy gasped in a breath, her voice quiet and whispering now from exhaustion. 

“Not yet.” Arthur answered. 

“Fuuuuuck.” Mindy whispered. “This is why having more than one girl is good for you.” She smiled. “If Beth were here, you could fuck her and fill that bitch with your cum.” 

Arthur’s dick twitched. He looked toward Beth’s door, but there had been no change. 

He was still hard, but he took a moment to recover while he let Mindy recover. He pulled out a water bottle, and Mindy slid off his desk to her knees. He drank from the bottle and then offered it to Mindy. She opened her mouth and looked at him, waiting. He tilted the bottle, pouring the water into her mouth. She swallowed and drank the rest of the bottle. 

“Thanks, Boss.” Mindy said, wiping her mouth. “Now… I’m a little sore… but which hole do you want to cum in?” 

Arthur smiled and checked the clock on the wall. They had time, but half the lunch break had passed since they’d started. They needed to wrap up sooner rather than later. 

“Well, we don’t have a stash of lube here.” Arthur said. “So I shouldn’t fuck your ass.” 

“I don’t mind.” Mindy said. “Your cock is definitely slick enough now. And… a little pain makes it good.” 

“Tempting…” Arthur stroked his chin, then decided against it.

Mindy was on her knees before him, her tits out, her skirt over her legs covering her ripped pantyhose; she was cute and hot, and he wanted to cum all over her. He couldn’t because this was the office, and she couldn’t sit there with his cum on her face and clothes when the others came in. Still, her outfit was modest enough that if he got her torso, her vest would hide it. 

“Take off your clothes.” Arthur said, stepping back. “All of them.” 

Mindy didn’t hesitate. She started with her shoes. Once they were off, she stood and pulled down her thong with her hose, leaving them both around her ankles before she knelt again. She unzipped her skirt, tossing it aside. Mindy pulled open the vest, pulling it behind her, and tossed it onto the skirt. She lifted her shirt off from the hem and added it to the pile. Unhooking her bra, she thrust her chest toward him, and she yanked the straps from her arms with haste and tossed the bra aside. This left her in her choker, her feet still clad in her hose, and her ankles bound by it and the straps of her thong. 

Arthur stood in front of her kneeling form and smiled. He stroked himself, and she looked up at him from the other side of his cock. His length was longer than her head was tall, the tip of his cock passing the crown of her head when he put the base against her chin. The girth covered everything but the edges of her smile and the corners of her sparkling eyes before she kissed the underside of his cock and stroked it with her cheek. 

“Do you want me to suck you, Sir?” Mindy asked. 

“No.” Arthur shook his head. “I want you to kneel there for a moment. Hands on your ankles.” 

Mindy leaned back, grasping her ankles with her hands in the kneeling position, presenting her entire body to him in a slightly reclined position. She spread her knees instinctively, and the inside of her thighs glistened with her slick arousal. Her damp heart-shaped bush looked cute from above, but Arthur’s eyes focused on the two massive breasts above her flat stomach. 

He gripped his cock with one hand and pumped. His arm flexed, and Mindy cooed, licking her lips in anticipation. 

“How did things go in the showers this morning?” Arthur asked as if making conversation. 

Mindy beamed at him. “Kelly took charge. She’s getting really good at playing Mistress, Boss. She made Slut get on her knees and tongue my cute little pussy until I came. She watched us while she showered, and I watched her as she washed and rubbed herself under the water.” 

Arthur groaned, continuing to masturbate above Mindy. 

“I came when Mistress kissed me.” Mindy said. “And it was a good thing we were already in the shower because I think Slut’s face was soaked with how deep she tongue-fucked me.” 

Arthur closed his eyes, imagining it for a moment, but opened them because the reality of a naked, lusty Mindy waiting with an open-mouthed smile for him to cum on her was just as hot. 

“Then we switched places, and Mistress rode Slut’s face while I showered, and she came. Then the two of us made out while Slut cleaned herself off.” Mindy ended her story but added a postscript in the hopes of making Arthur cum. “I’m pretty sure I saw her sucking her fingers, too, after fucking Mistress with them.” 

Arthur groaned, breathing heavily now. 

“Cum on me.” Mindy begged, her voice soft and pleading. “Cum on me, Boss. Paint your whore.” 

Arthur’s breathing shifted into a higher gear, and his pulse spiked. His thighs clenched, tightening into sturdy trunks of muscle. 

Mindy rolled her head back, letting her raven hair cascade behind her. “Please, Boss?” 

Arthur pumped, breathing hard with the effort as his distant explosion drew closer. Mindy’s face was so cute, her expression so innocently beautiful. The contrast of her words and filthy desires almost made him laugh. Still, as he pumped his cock over her face, he appreciated her innocent and girlish attitude. 

Looking at her, he knew he’d have to tell her the truth about Lynn. Obviously, not now, but soon. The dark eyes looking at him reflected admiration and respect as if he could do nothing wrong and was some kind of god above her. The truth would destroy her image of him. She always commented about how strong he was, like a superhero, her superhero. Would she be able to look at him the same way after learning what happened?

His erection began to flag despite his furious pumping, so Mindy took it upon herself to help. 

Mindy smiled. “Please, Boss? Cum on your little Asian whore.” 

Arthur’s confusion touched his face, but he ignored the momentary flare in favor of Mindy’s heavy breathing and whining pleas. 

“I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? I deserve my reward. Show me my place is here, on my knees before you, Sir.” 

Arthur pumped faster, his erection back to its modern steel. He moved his gaze from her face to her tits. 

Mindy gasped, chirping some wordless noise as if he’d put his cock into her again. He hadn’t, but she’d moved her hands from her ankles to grope her breasts and lift them toward him. She pinched her nipples and squealed with delight. 

“Please? Sunbae? I’ll be your good girl.” 

Arthur grunted and shook as his orgasm overtook him. He unleashed a jet of hot, white cum that sped through the air faster than either of them could see and splashed against Mindy’s breasts with enough force to make her close her eyes in appreciation. 

The second blast arced toward her face, and the third landed in her open mouth as she moved to catch it. She took his tip into her mouth, swallowing the rest eagerly with a happy hum. 

“Fuck.” Arthur said, shaking as he regained his balance with the help of his office chair. 

Mindy giggled. “My favorite kind of bonus. Thank you, Sir.” She licked her lips, cleaning some of her face. She picked up her shirt, cleaning the rest of her on the bottom of it, which would be hidden by her vest. She did the same with her breasts, mopping her sternum after she wicked it away with her fingers, scooping and suckling to clean herself. 

Arthur sat in his chair, slowing his breath as he softened and tucked himself back into his pants. He took a deep breath, exhaling with a surge of wind from his lungs as he let himself rest in his office chair. 

“Was that your first one today?” Mindy asked. “That was a lot.” 

Arthur chuckled. “No, Selene woke me up with a BJ this morning.” 

“Lucky Slut.” Mindy frowned, but she didn’t mean it. “What about Rani? Wasn’t she with you?” 

“She slept through it.” Arthur said. 

“She slept next to you while Selene blew you?” Mindy asked. “Hot.” 

Arthur smiled. “Yeah, it was hot, but so was this.” 

Mindy smiled, smug at his praise. 

He glanced at the clock. “Ah, damn it. You should get dressed.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Mindy said. She stood and pulled up her thong and pantyhose. The rip over her crotch had spread a little, but it wouldn’t be noticeable with her skirt. She put her bra on first, letting her chest bounce as she fastened the straps behind her. Then she put on her blouse and skirt. She put her vest on, covering the wet cum stains on her shirt. All said, except for her shoes, she was dressed inside a minute. 

“Come here.” Arthur said, patting his lap. 

Mindy glanced at the clock but obeyed. She swept her skirt, placing her partially hose-covered ass directly on the thigh of his pants. She hissed in a breath at the flush of her spanked ass, reminding her to be punctual. She sat sideways, her legs over his, sitting in his lap with one arm around him. He hugged her close to him and squeezed her. She squeezed back. 

“Mmm.” Mindy cooed, enjoying the embrace and closing her eyes. She put her head on his shoulder, and he held her as their breathing settled into slow and steady breaths. 

Mindy kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Boss.” Mindy said. “I needed that.” 

“Me too.” Arthur said, kissing her. 

The kiss wasn’t the hot and passionate affair of most of their kisses but a slow and steady making out. Mindy’s soft lips slowed against his, and their tongues danced with each other lazily. Breathing through their noses, they held each other close, and Mindy broke the kiss with her smile. 

Arthur booped her nose, and Mindy giggled. 

“You’re so cute.” Arthur said, smiling. 

“But sexy, too, right?” Mindy asked as if unsure of his answer. 

“Hot as fire.” Arthur said without hesitation. “You’re the perfect mix of cute and sexy. I’ll never understand how you were single before we started dating.” 

“I’ll never understand how I had to ask you out instead of the other way around.” Mindy said, patting his chest. “With how dominant you are, you should really be more of a go-getter. You just have to figure out what you want, then go for it. It’s easy.” She smiled and kissed his cheek again, rubbing her nose against his face as if trying to bury her face in his. 

Arthur laughed. “Alright.” He agreed as he patted her behind, signaling her to get up. “I’ll work on that.” 

Mindy stood from his lap and straightened her skirt, tugging at her clothes as she slipped back into the role of an office worker. “How do I look?” 

“Like I should drag you to the storage closet for some discipline and another hour or two of fucking.” Arthur answered, smiling. 

Mindy lowered her eyelids dazedly. “I mean…” 

“We can’t.” Arthur said. “You have class, remember?” 

Mindy huffed and stamped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. The tantrum was cute as fuck, but not enough to convince Arthur. Mindy giggled and rolled her eyes. “I meant my clothes, anyway. Do I look put together, or do I look like I just got destroyed on my Boss's desk like a dirty little whore?” 

Arthur swallowed. “Uh… your hair is a bit of a mess, but your clothes look fine.” 

Mindy smiled. She strode to her purse and pulled a scrunchie out, pulling her hair up and back into a ponytail. She checked her makeup in a compact, but she still looked okay. She might need to touch up if she were going out, but she looked okay. She slipped her low-heeled shoes back on, finalizing the return to business casual.

Arthur unlocked the office doors, and with ten minutes left on the clock, they hung out, talking and chatting without any worry about their work. 

They heard Beth return from lunch, but the other office girls came in, too, and it was time for their lunch. Arthur and Mindy walked arm-in-arm to the cafeteria. As soon as Arthur’s phone was out of office range, it dinged, showing he had several messages. 

Queenie: Thanks for letting me sleep this morning. Kat gave me a ride back to campus. She said you’d want to know I got here safe and didn’t miss any classes. So… I got here safe and didn’t miss any classes. 

Queenie: Oh, and I worked things out for the shoot. 

Queenie: Deb said you have a key to the house, and she’s cool. We can use it for the shoot tomorrow. 

Queenie: Tomorrow (Tuesday) around four. We’ll do some outdoor shots first, then interior shots.

Queenie: Kelly’s friend Thalia will be your scene partner. She seems nice (and hot af from Insta) but very professional. 

Queenie: Okay, just let me know when you get this. Selene said you don’t usually have a phone signal in the office. 

Arthur showed the conversation to Mindy and messaged her back. 

King: Okay. I’ll leave work early, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Is there anything you need me to bring to the shoot? 

Queenie: A toolbox or a toolbelt, if you have it. 

King: I have a toolbox. I’ll see if I can find a tool belt. 

She didn’t respond for a while, but his phone got another notification once Arthur sat down for lunch with Mindy in the mostly empty cafeteria. 

Queenie: You are amazing. Thank you. I really appreciate this, and you. 

King: I appreciate you too. 

Queenie: Gross. Lol. 

King: <3 

Queenie: ⇐===3

King: lol. 

Arthur put his phone away and returned his attention to Mindy for most of their lunch. Their topic of conversation covered his text conversation with Rani, but it shifted to his morning class. Intermediate Macroeconomics was something Mindy had to look forward to, and Arthur gave her the sympathy only an upperclassman could provide for the fate she would one day endure. 

Arthur’s phone dinged again. This time, however, it wasn’t one of his girls, and it dinged several times as messages flooded in. 

Mz Derby: Perfect! 

It appeared Diane had received his text the day before, offering to work part-time as a stripper for her. 

Mz Derby: Oh, this is great. 

Mz Derby: Send me headshots and SFW photos for the booking catalog when you can. 

Mz Derby: I have a job coming up next weekend if you’re available on such short notice. 

Mz Derby: It’s Friday, the night before Halloween night, something of an annual Hen Night party a customer throws every year. 

Mz Derby: The job would cover most of the night. 

Mz Derby: And they tip very well.

Mz Derby: Let me know if you’re available! 

Mindy looked curious, and Arthur showed her the conversation. 

“Oh, she’s one of those. My Umma does that.” Mindy said, reading the messages. 

“Does what?” Arthur asked. 

“Sends a million short messages quickly instead of one long one.” Mindy said, sliding her finger along the text conversation. “But… you’re stripping? And next weekend? I thought you, me, and Rani were going to the Greek Street for the parties? Remember? My first college Halloween? We got special costumes and everything.” 

Arthur’s smile fell, but he replaced it soon enough. “Of course, I remember. It’s the night before, but I’ll tell her I can’t do that one on such short notice if it conflicts. If she lets me know of the next one, I’ll do that.” 

Mindy smiled. “Thanks, Boss.” She said. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” 

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Arthur laughed. “You, me, and Rani out for a night on the town? We’ll paint the town red if we can make it out of the dorms.” He winked, and Mindy collapsed into a fit of giggles. 

Arthur smiled for the rest of the afternoon, even when he returned to the office and while sitting through his Regression Analysis course. Soon enough, work ended, and Arthur returned to his apartment to change. It was nearly time for his dinner with Beth.