A Change In Plans - Who's the Boss, Episode Three

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Uh, yeah, I'll grab another drink. Uh, what the fuck have I been drinking? Um, no I don't want beer.

Uh, how about a gin and sprite? Yes, I said gin and sprite. No, gin and tonic is gross.

Gin and sprite, however, is sweet, and I don't think about the fact that I'm drinking gin. Mm-hmm, poor man's Tom Collins. Thanks.

Ugh, it's been such a long week. I'm so glad you ladies suggested this, because I needed to get out of that office. Oh, God.

The band's alright. Yeah, it's a little louder than I typically like, but it's good. It's good.

I didn't think there'd be quite so many people here, though. Is it always like this on a Saturday? Oh, make me feel old, why don't you? I don't do bars, and I don't do drinking on a Saturday night with the ladies.

Sorry, it's not really my thing. I'm usually stuck in my office at this point. So, forgive me for not knowing what's normal.

Mm, no. No, no big projects right this second, but Monday's around the corner. I'm sure something will drop.

Yeah, I had a work event last night. And just, you know, schmoozing and fancy clothes, fancy food that had no taste. You know, that kind of stuff, so it's nice to be a little more relaxed tonight.

What about you? You started that new job, right? What the fuck is he doing? Oh, sorry, what? Uh, yeah, that is him, actually.

No, no, no, no, no, we don't need to ask him to join us. He probably is meeting somebody or something. Just, it's fine, it's fine.

Mm? Yeah, no, we hang out all the time. Tonight's ladies' night.

I don't need to hang out with him, too. That sounded really rude. He probably has other plans, and we already have plans.

Yeah. Oh. Uh, he is coming this way.

Alright, so, sure. Fuck. Hey.

What are you doing here? Oh. Um.

Why are you looking for me? That's weird. Uh, no, I didn't have a chance to text you back earlier.

Sorry, I was a little busy. Um. Um.

Yeah, I did just leave after dropping you off last night. That was the plan, right? You came to the event with me, so I didn't have to go alone and face the masses, and then that was it?

Uh, this isn't really the place for this conversation. Can, um, can I call you, like, tomorrow or something? I just, I don't really want to talk about this right now.

Sorry. Please. Sorry.

Um. You're not going to let it go, are you? I guess I'm not going to be rude to my friends and have this conversation in front of them, because that's essentially what we're doing.

So, um, ladies, I'm going to step out for a minute, and I'll be back, okay? Excuse me. We're going to go to the parking lot, I think, and apparently have this conversation.

Do you want to, do you want to go? Alright. What the fuck was that? Why are you even here? No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, you don't get to give me this bullshit that I didn't text you back, because I know that. Yeah, I know I dropped you off and didn't come in. That was the plan.

When did that become the plan? Oh, I don't know. When did that become the plan? Oh, I don't know.

When you started flirting with, what, three different women at the fucking event last night? Well, you could have gotten numbers from any one of them. They would have gone home with you.

You didn't need me. No, I'm not jealous. I'm not jealous.

I just don't appreciate being made a fool of at my own event when my date is drooling over the large-chested bimbos. That, that was fun. I don't know why they were there.

Probably because they're pretty. I don't fucking care. They don't work with me or for me.

That's not on my radar. All I know is there was enough cleavage between them that I thought I was walking into a fucking Hooters without the uniform, so. Well, that was all fine and dandy, but you were dealing with them while I was dealing with being hit on by my asshole boss's brother and his stupid friends, which was the point of you being there.

Yeah, yeah, thanks. I know it's bullshit that that has to be a thing, that I have to have a date to avoid that bullshit, but it is the reality. So, next time, remember what you're fucking there for.

No, I wasn't jealous. I was pissed. Pissed.

Don't look at me like that. No, we decided this was casual. We don't, we don't do things like get jealous.

We do, however, get pissed when we don't hold up our own ends of the bargain. That, that's okay. Stop smirking.

Stop smirking. I'm gonna go back inside and just ignore you again, and that'll be that. No.

No, it happens all the time. Yeah, we go anywhere, and there's an attractive woman within 20 feet, and they notice you because, well, you're you and you look like that, and, well, here we are, and all of a sudden you're flirting, and you're charming, and you're charismatic, and you're all these things that make you you, and I feel like a fucking troll in the closet. I feel like I'm in the corner, so I just, I didn't need that at my own event.

So, thanks. Not new. Been doing that for years.

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't do the humble thing where you tell me that you're not that good looking, and they're not actually flirting with you, and da, da, da, no. Don't pull that shit. That's not a thing.

And you know it. Come on. Nice try.

Like I said, I know that that's just a thing, okay? Like, I get it, but I was depending on you. That guy was an asshole.

And I know it's not the 50s, and I know, you know, we're all progressive and shit, and I should be able to stand on my own two feet and whatever, and normally I do, but I can't tell the guy to fuck off, because if I do, I'll find myself in a disciplinary meeting so fast your head'll fucking spin. And it won't be related to that. It'll be related to some stupid fake thing that I've done, or didn't do, or should have done, or something.

It's just not worth it. But having a date? Apparently, I don't know, it's almost like you think somebody's pissed a circle around me and marked their territory.

I don't know. Male bullshit. It's fine.

It's fine. Do I strike you as the type that needs a date? That needs a man on my arm? Or to be on the arm of a man? Does that come across? Because I don't think so.

It just, yeah. Yeah. Anyway, um, yeah, so you've now followed me to the bar.

Made me leave my friends inside. It's rude. My drink is probably on the table with the ice melting by now.

And you're still fucking smirking at me. What is that? Oh, I see.

Well, that's, that's an odd thing to say. I don't think that any of that was hot, but sure. Sure.

Oh, God, really? I told you I wasn't. I wasn't jealous.

Okay. Okay, fine. You believe what you want to believe.

Yeah, you can, you can tell yourself that. But I do have to get back inside. So stop looking at me like that.

Because that's, that's a different matter for a different time. Yeah. Did you drive here? I didn't.

I came with them. Oh. Well, yeah, I mean, it's pretty quiet in this part of the parking lot.

Um, what are you getting at? Oh, you think so? You? Did you just say that? You think because I got mad at you, we should have makeup sex? Hmm.

Well, first of all, you have to be in a relationship for that to be a thing, I think. I don't I don't know the rules, but I feel like that's a thing. Okay, um, well, all right, then.

Good to know where your head's at. Um, yeah. Yeah.

Okay. Uh, well, it's pretty dark over here. And there's not really a lot going on.

Do you want to just, I don't know, against the building? Really? Oh, really? Okay.

Okay. Wow. Hi.

Okay. Okay, that. Yeah.

But wait a minute. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, that's not how we do things.

And you know it. Mm hmm. Well, if I remember correctly, I'm in charge.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why you're all worked up right now. It's because I was pretty heated. Is that fair? Okay, well, let me see what I can what I can do about that.

You're even wearing my favorite jeans. Look at that. Mm hmm.

And Oh, hard already. You do like it when I'm stern, don't you? I did miss this last night.

I'm not gonna lie. That's right. Lean against the wall.

Yeah, just like that. That's good. That's good.

Spread your legs a little. I need to get my hand down there. Hands at your sides, flat on the wall and don't move.

Or I'll stop. Mm hmm. Yeah, you like that.

Feel my hand just lightly running over your semi-hard cock. Is that what you wanted? Is that what you came here for? Yeah.

Yeah. Well, the way you're rising to the occasion. I'd say so.

So hot against my palm. You know, I was quite upset last night. And one of the things that I was upset about.

That's right. Move your hips a little. You can move into my hand.

It's fine. One of the things I was upset about was that I didn't get to touch this beautiful cock. Mm hmm.

Yeah, it is. And I had plans for you. Really, really good plans.

The kind that meant you spent most of the night either in my mouth or in my pussy and you just had to go and wreck them. So I'm a little annoyed at that. Not so fast.

Yes, my grip got a little tighter. And yes, I'm stroking a little faster now that you're pretty much fully hard. But your hips cannot move any faster.

Got it? That's not the only thing that I have to be a little bit annoyed with you about, is it? No.

You showed up here. You made a scene. Tried to tell me I was jealous.

Me? Jealous of what? Bimbos with their boobs hanging out? Please.

I'm me. All I have to do is put my hand down your pants. Like this.

Take that little bit of pre-cum that's leaking out of the end of you now. Swirl it around the head of your cock. And you're all mine.

A little bit of boob flashed from the top of a dress. Can't quite compete. Didn't think so.

Nothing to be jealous about. No, no, no. You're controlling your hips very well.

Keep going. I'm going to speed up. Stroke a little bit faster.

Hands flat on the wall. Flat on the wall. That's right.

Good job. Stroke. You like that little twist every time I get to the head? Yeah.

Should I grip a little bit harder? Yeah. Is that what you want me to do? Yeah? You want it harder? You want it faster? Why? What do you want? What do you want this to end up as? Oh.

You want to cum? Well, that was pretty obvious. I don't know though.

I don't know. You did some not so great things. I don't know if I can let you cum.

I don't know. You may have to earn it. I might just give you the opportunity.

Because you're so damn cute. And because this cock in my hand is making me so fucking wet I can hardly stand it. I know you want to move your hips faster.

I know. But you can't. Because I said so.

That's right. Feel it. Feel my hand.

Stroking. Twisting. Jerking.

Just enough to drive you insane but not enough to get you there. Yes, yes, yes. And you know, somebody could come along at any time.

We're in a fucking parking lot. So, it's one of your favorite things. Don't make noise.

And what would you do if I told you to yell? What would you do if I told you to get loud? Out here.

Where anybody could hear you. Would you do it? Yeah? Good.

Good boy. You are swelling impossibly hard in my hand. How long has it been? That long, huh? Wow.

I admire your restraint. I can't go that long. I'm pretty sure I got myself off yesterday morning before work.

Because that's how I keep my sanity. But you, you like to save it for me, huh? I like that.

That just earned you some brownie points. Not gonna lie. You can move your hips a little faster now.

Yeah. You are absolutely dripping at the end of your cock right now. And that little sound coming out of your throat is so sexy.

Tell me what you want. Tell me. Oh, you don't want to blow a job.

You don't want me to get on my knees right here in this parking lot. Take your cock out.