Chapter Thirteen

Alfie

My cock, which has been glitching since the night I couldn’t get it up for any of the women on favorite actress sites, is certainly not reluctant this morning. Luckily, Steph appears to be sleeping as I race to the bathroom, cell phone in hand.

Not that I want to wake her, but I put on some Labyrinth music at low volume, certain she couldn’t fault me for that. I step into the shower and hesitate only a few seconds before I palm my cock.

Although I’m now soaking wet, I lean far enough out of the shower to grab a washcloth and cram it between my teeth, hoping that between the background music and biting down on the rough fabric, it will keep Stephanie from hearing my pleasured moans.

If I were a sane, rational male, I would mentally dredge up pictures of my favorite starlets. It’s the safe thing to do. But, no, I double down on my idiocy and allow pictures of Stephanie to scroll slowly through my mind: Steph on her lunch break, sitting on one of the benches in my sunny backyard with a wide smile on her face as she appreciates the flowers; Steph, brow bunched in deep thought as she parses through the legal language of the legislation that prevents Others from travel; Steph laughing with Theo, Zoey, and me as they tease me about my penchant for nudity—though Steph genteelly calls it ‘going au naturel.’

I don’t even have to picture her naked. I’m so smitten, just imagining her fully clothed has me close to coming.

Leaning my shoulder against the white tile, I dip my horned head as I slowly work my hand from base to tip. As Steph’s coconut scent somehow wafts into my imagination, I grip myself harder and quicken my pace.

If I was home alone, I’d be snorting by now, huge, hot gusts of breath escaping rhythmically from my wide nostrils. But, as my arousal spikes, I bite harder on the washcloth, which smells faintly of bleach, and force myself not to make too much noise.

Fuck, this feels good. The deeper into pleasure I sink, the lustier my thoughts become. I imagine Steph knocking softly on the door and, eyes shyly downcast, asking if she can join me. No. I rewind that. Her green gaze spears mine as she breathes softly, “Need some help?”

Yeah. That’s a better internal movie. It’s complete with one brow popping higher as she asks the question, a seductive smile on her face.

Instead of following this fantasy slowly, watching every give-and-take between us as she soaps and washes my back, I skip to the good part where she eases to her knees, grabs me by the root, and…

I come in a burst so forceful it splatters against the other end of the shower in thick gouts of cum. Every pulse is heaven as I imagine my release not splattering the shower tile but spilling down her willing throat.

I wouldn’t bet money on it, but I think I kept the moan to myself, although it was threatening to break free.

Only allowing myself a moment to lean against the cool wall as my breathing returns to normal, I finish soaping and rinsing, taking care to obliterate all remnants of my cum down the drain, then I leave the shower and towel dry.

When I emerge from the bathroom, covered as much as I can manage in the white hotel bathrobe built for humans that the hotel provided, Steph glances warily in my direction. She doesn’t have to say anything, but by the expression on her face, I assume she’s pleased to see I’m fully covered.

“We’d better get a move on. Bechtel is expecting us. Remember, he told us to come hungry. He’s arranged for what he called ‘an Other spread that will knock your socks off’ at the audition.”

Although I fear this ridiculous robe, which comes only to mid-thigh and barely reaches around me, will expose my cock, I cautiously step toward Steph.

“I wouldn’t be here without you, Stephanie. This would have been too hard, too daunting, too…” I imagine I’ll regret sharing my vulnerabilities with her, but do so anyway, “too terrifying. You not only took care of every single detail, but you’ve managed to calm my spirit. Thanks.”

Her pretty pink lips pop open in surprise, then tip up in a shy smile reminiscent of the one I imagined as I was rubbing myself to completion in the shower. “You’re welcome. And I should have mentioned weeks ago that this is the best job I’ve ever had. You’re a great boss.”

Boss. Right. Good move. Keep reminding me that I’m your boss, and I’m two heads taller than you. That I outweigh you by a hundred pounds and am strong enough to toss you halfway across a football field. And, yeah, let’s remember that I write your paycheck. Bosses have power over their employees. That’s why there’s a prohibition against workplace harassment.

“Thanks. Now, let’s go over the plan for today…”