Chapter 6
The Promotion?
Bennett awoke in a much more comfortable position than the previous morning. Despite the presence of what can only be described as stickiness, Bennett couldn't dream of a better place to be first thing in the morning. A warm blanket lays atop, shielding him and his bed-mates from the harsh cold of a Winter morning. To his left lay the curvy Kay. Her large breasts enveloped his arm, her hand possessively groping his cock as she slept. To his right was the mousy Melody. She lay pressed against Bennett's ribs, head upon his bicep. She had a small hand placed on his chest and her leg draped over his. In front of him were two large analog clocks bolted to the wall.Bennett yawned, blinking as much sleep from his eyes as he could, forcing his vision to focus. And, as the pair of clocks swirled and merged into one single clock, it took him a moment of staring at the blank clock face to remember how to read one of these things. He lay between his bed-mates, staring dumbly as the arms, the second hand tick, tick, ticking away. It was times like these he wished second grade Bennett had paid better attention in class. Not only could he not write in cursive, but reading an actual clock was an absolute task for the businessman. 10:37. See was that so hard? 10:37!? Bennett was late!
He sprung up from the bed in a panic. Kay and Melody whined in unison as they were jolted awake, but when they sat up, their Harem King was nowhere to be seen. Bennett hopped through Kay's apartment, tugging his pants on as he made his way to the door. He bolted through it and into his own home to get dressed as quickly as possible. He hadn't any time for a shower! Instead he sprayed some god awful deodorant all over himself and gave his pits a quick once over with a roll on. Bennett stumbled to the elevator, fumbling around with his belt, and hammering the down arrow with his elbow.
The drowsy businessman flew down the small town's streets like a bat out of hell. He must have been charmed by dark lord Satan himself with how easily he blazed down the road. And not a police officer in sight! The little hatchback lurched forward as Bennett slammed on the brakes, his car threatening to fall apart. The door slammed, hard enough to leave a dent in the rusted metal, and Bennett bolted up the steps to his job, hustling to his desk, only to find it cleaned out. It was too late, he'd already been fired. Could you really blame Anne? Her worst salesman was 2 hours late on the busiest day of the week. He'd be replaced before Noon.
With a heavy heart, Bennett hung his head, avoiding the gazes of his co-workers. Former co-workers. He shuffled along, heading back to the door to leave and never come back. That's when Anne's door opened. It was rare for Anne to open her door for anything other than lunch. When she did poke her head out on those rare occasions, someone was in severe trouble. Today, Bennett was that person. Late for the third time in a month was an automatic termination, but it seemed Anne didn't plan on letting him run off without yelling at him one more time.
"Where are you going?" She asked with surprising softness. The cold hearted office Queen's voice was always stern and commanding, and this morning was no different, but it didn't contain that edge that told you the next thing coming was going to be at full volume. "Forget the order?" Bennett blinked, confused. Anne waved for him to follow and turned around, heading back into her office. "You may as well take the money for the week while you're here. It'll save the pain of having to reimburse you for my coffees." Coffees? Knitting his brow, Bennett felt his feet moving, forcing him to follow his former boss, who didn't seem to know she had already fired him.
Those that still worked for Anne looked to be just as confused about what was happening. Anne moved to her purse, reaching in and providing a small money clip, a bundle of bills secured within. "Hot chocolate, white, whipped cream, cinnamon, with a peppermint on top," She rattles off the list, staring into Bennett's eyes. There was that ever present intensity behind her sharp blue eyes, a dominant aura almost choking Bennett as he maintained eye contact. He cleared his throat and turned his gaze down to the clip of money as she handed it over. There was quite a bit of cash in it, at least two hundred dollars in small bills. Enough to make it drizzle at a gentleman's club.
"You want me to get you a hot chocolate?" Bennett asked, his voice almost a whisper and laced with a thick layer of confusion. Anne let out a sigh, her hand going up to dramatically massage her forehead.
"What else is a personal assistant good for, Bennett?" She groaned. "Now go, quickly. I want it here before I go on lunch." Bennett felt like he didn't have anytime to protest. Instead he simply nodded and headed off, clutching the money in his hand. Personal assistant? Since when did Anne have one of those? Since when has she needed one? Did her old one quit without notice, so she had to grab the salesman that would cost the company the least to have pulled from the phones? But he was late, he was definitely late. Assistant to the boss or not, him not clocking in a 9 o'clock would have caused him to be terminated from the company's payroll.
Bennett strolled into the small cafe, as confused as he was just ten minutes ago standing in Anne's office and all through his car ride here. "Hot chocolate, but white with whipped cream and cumin," the businessman stumbled through Anne's order. Something in the back of his head buzzed, bothering him. He'd forgotten something and it seemed like the cashier knew it! The young barista simply stared at him with a puzzled expression rather than punching the order into the cash register. Then it clicked. "Oh, and a peppermint on top!" He quickly added. The girl still didn't move.
Bennett frowned, a little worried for her. Surely it wasn't his Harem King powers putting her in a stupor. She was young, but so is Melody and she seemed to function just fine around Bennett. Well, when he wasn't hanging cock in front of her she was just a normal librarian... for the most part. She was a bit of an odd girl however. But Melody can still do her job when Bennett is nearby! That's the difference and an important one. Perhaps it was because the mousy Melody was secretly a depraved deviant who always had a quite large butt plug stretching her snug ass. Or maybe-
"We... don't have cumin," The girl says slowly. "It's kind of a taco seasoning, not a hot beverage add-in."
"Cinnamon," Bennett corrects himself. She raises her eyebrows and nods slowly, turning her attention to the buttons in front of her. The barista deftly punches in the order and sends Bennett off to the side to wait for them to make Anne's drink. It, of course, doesn't take long at all, and Bennett is quickly on his way back to work, as confused as ever. That confusion didn't last, though! Soon he was back in Anne's office, handing the warm cup off and getting sent home.
"Be at work by ten, tomorrow," was all she said. That explained everything! Except it didn't and Bennett left work thoroughly confused. He sat in his car for a few moments, scratching his head. He really didn't know what to make of the morning. Surely Anne would explain everything to him in the morning, but could he really wait that long? Besides, what was he supposed to do all day? He sure as hell wasn't going back home. Introducing Melody to Kay seemed like a good idea yesterday afternoon, but if he went back there before Melody went on her way, they'd drain his energy, among other things.
With a heavy sigh, Bennett pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards Pickett's Royale. He had an appointment with Alex for later in the day, much later. When he'd set it, Bennett had expected to be working all day today, but what was 6 hours? Surely she wouldn't mind him being that early. Besides, it doesn't seem like many people enlist Alex's personal training services. So the confused businessman drove across town to the small family-run gym Alex worked at.
The parking lot was deserted, as it often was, and Bennett worried that they may not be open yet. There was usually at least one car, parked in the corner of the lot, signalling that one of the Pickett siblings was in there. But today all that filled the parking spots were small piles of snow, as it was early December and not October the year after this story began. It'd only been a week or so after Bennett sold his soul to Melval, lust demon extraordinaire, and not nearly a full year afterwards. It's chilly winter and the holidays are only a few weeks away.
But as Bennett sat in his car, watching the falling snow melt on the warm windshield he spotted a mountain bike propped against the side of the building. He unclicked his seat belt and stepped out into the chilly winter afternoon. The businessman shivered as the icy winter chill surrounded him and rushed inside, nearly slipping on a patch of ice as he jogged. The doors definitely weren't locked and, as they swung shut drowning out the noises from outside, he could hear a steady 'patpatpat'. It was quick and loud, sounding off two or three times a second and echoing in the empty gym.
In the back, standing on one foot in front of the punching bags, was Alex. Her left leg flicked back and forth in a blur, making the bag scream in pain as she assaulted it with powerful kicks. Despite not being held by a second party, the bag stayed perfectly still, Alex's kicks coming too quick from both sides for the poor thing to give a proper swing. She lifted her foot up, parallel with her shoulder, and delivered one last powerful heel kick, before planting her foot back on the ground, panting for breath.
She had on her normal gym attire. Extra short shorts, which her firm bottom seemed to enjoy holding onto, and a snug tank top that stopped just passed her first pair of ribs. Her hands were wrapped snug in white bandages, all the way up to her elbows and her feet received the same treatment, up to her ankles. Her short hair was slick with sweat. In fact, her entire caramel body glistened with with it. She'd probably been training for longer than Bennett had been awake today.
The lazy businessman headed over to his much more fit friend. Alex heard his dress shoes pattering across the gym floor and looked over. A smile came to her lips, her heart fluttering at the sight of her dorky Harem King. She ran a hand through her short hair, her eyes glancing over him. She frowned. He certainly wasn't dressed to work-out. A pair of cheap dress pants, which were a size too large for his frame and a similar fitting button up shirt. A sloppily tied blue tie hung from his collar and a cheap watch wrapped around his left wrist. The wrong wrist, mind you, as Bennett was in fact left handed.
"What are you wearing?" She laughed at him. Bennett felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He probably should have run home and changed, but he didn't want to get tied up with Kay and Melody again. Not that that'd be such a bad thing, but if they got their hands on him he'd surely miss his appointment with Alex. That was something he didn't want. Besides trying to get in shape to keep up with the insatiable women his Harem King powers attracted, he'd grown quite a little crush on Alex and her beautifully toned body. "Aren't you a little early? It's only noon." She reminds him, offering a friendly hug.
"I'm a little early," Bennett laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I didn't think you'd mind." She gives a shrug, agreeing that, no, she definitely didn't mind that Bennett showed up early. Even if there was six whole hours until she was supposed to train him, the gym was empty and she didn't actually have any other clients scheduled for the day. Or any day for that matter. Plus, he'd walked in right as she finished her own workout. Of course, she didn't like being such a sweaty mess when training people. It seemed unprofessional and made it look like she couldn't handle the workouts she was making other people do.
"Well you're not really dressed to workout." She says, poking his chest. "And I need to shower so, maybe you ought-ta change while I do that."
"Not gonna invite me in this time?"
"I didn't invite you in last time," She reminds him with a small smile. Alex looks over him again. She spends her days surrounded by muscular men, built like gods, but for whatever reason this dorky bean pole in a shitty suit really seemed to turn her on. She wasn't sure why, and would probably never learn the real reason, but she didn't care. She liked him and the things he could do to her. So, instead of shooing him to the Men's locker room, Alex wraps his tie around her fist. She walks backwards slowly, pulling him along into the women's locker room.
With a small smile she plants a hand on his chest and gives a playful shove, stepping away from him. She stripped her skin tight clothes off and headed into the showers, giving her shapely rear end a little wiggle before disappearing around the corner. The sound of rushing water spurted to life as she turned on a shower head. Bennett peaks around the corner, watching her for a moment. She stands under the hot water, head back, eyes shut as she simply lets it run over her body, sticky with sweat. He smiles and follows suit, quickly striping down and joining her.
Bennett comes up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. She presses her body back to his, feeling his fat cock wedging between her firm ass cheeks. She smirks, squirting a big glob of soap into each of his hands. The cool gel spilling down his forearms as he presses his lips to Alex's neck. His hands press to her toned stomach, rubbing the soap over her abs. Covering her body slowly as they move up to her small but firm breasts. He squeezed them, perky perfect handfuls of soft flesh. His fingers teased her nipples, which made Alex inhale deeply and writhe against him. She moaned for his touch, begging for more without words.
Bennett rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers, enjoying the lewd moans that escaped her before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was brief as he took a small step back, sliding his hands around to her back. She moved them down, lowering to a kneeling position behind her, until his hands rested on her firm ass. Squeezing and kneading them. He spread her cheeks, which held just about all of the fat in her beautifully toned body, and leaned in close.
Bennett laid a gentle kiss on her tight little asshole, which made Alex shiver. His hot tongue snaking out and dragging along her soft skin. Face pressed into her ass as he teased her snug pussy lips. Alex planted a hand on the wall in front of her, bending forward slightly as she stuck her little ass out. She bit her lip and moaned for him. His hands ran up and down her left leg, massaging it. Rubbing and squeezing her sore muscles. He spent a few minutes continuing like that, his tongue teasing her drooling pussy, enjoying the sing-songy moaning coming from the usually brash and aggressive Alex.
He switched legs, making sure to give her right just as much attention before coming to his feet again and planting another kiss on Alex's mouth. She moaned, turning around and pressing her body to his once more. His fat cock throbbing to life as it grew and grew. Pushing between her powerful thighs. Alex drapes her arms over his shoulders, locking her fingers behind his neck as she enjoys the feel of their tongues teasing one another. The hot water runs over them, washing away the sudsy slippery soap Bennett had covered Alex in. The white bubbles swirling around their feet for a moment before running into the drain. Alex gently breaks the kiss.
"Ready for you workout?" She whispers in his ear. Bennett nods slowly, the warmth of Alex against him making his mind slowly go blank. "Lift me up." Bennett does as he's told. He squats down for a moment. He hooks the backs of Alex's knees on the insides of his elbows and stands. She gasps as he manages to lift her so easily, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck as to not fall. Her round rear end hangs down, close to Bennett's waist, while her knees are pulled up to chest level. Alex needs to be quite flexible to be able to kick above her head, so her muscles don't strain too much as she's forced into such a lewd position.
She takes a moment to get comfortable, held up off the ground like this. Once she is, she moves one hand from Bennett, keeping the other firmly grasping the back of his neck. Reaching behind her, she wraps her hand around the shaft of his cock. She inhales deeply. "It feels like this thing gets bigger and bigger every time," She whispers, stroking it for a moment. The truth was, it had been growing ever since he met Melval. At this point he was just over twice his original size, his soft cock hanging as long as his hard cock once stood. Alex wiggles around, adjusting and trying to find the sweet spot until...
"Mmmnnn," She moans, exhaling slowly as it pushes into her. She bites her lip, rolling her hips slowly, teasing Bennett as his throbbing cock stretches her snug body to fit itself. "Ten reps." She commands. Bennett smiles, lifting Alex slightly, just to drop her down the rest of his cock. She cries out with pleasure, her back arching, head falling back. It was big and so deep inside her. She definitely didn't remember it being so huge when he took her last time. She panted, but Bennett didn't give her quite enough time to adjust. He lifted her once more, his fat cock sliding almost all the way out, his weak muscles straining to lift the light kick boxer, before dropping her right back down. His heavy cum filled balls slapping her firm ass as he thrusted. "Nyuh!" Alex whined, her toes curling.
Bennett continued lifting her and dropping her down his length, panting as Alex let out lewder and lewder moans. Each time he reached ten she commanded he do another ten, not letting him stop for even a second. Her cunt was so tight around him as he neared his hundredth rep. Clenching and squeezing his shaft like it was trying to milk him. And it was quite close to doing so. Bennett gritted his teeth, holding back an orgasm as he impaled Alex upon his fat dick. Pushing it as deep as it would go, and leaving just the thick head inside as he lifted her up.
Right at a hundred, neither could take it anymore. Alex screamed out in ecstasy, squeezing tight around the base of his cock. She quivered in his arms, falling against him, and right as her head hit his chest, Bennett exploded. Hot gooey cum shot deep inside the Kick boxer. Shot after shot of thick cream, flooding her body. Alex's eyes rolled back as she felt that steaming hot load, shaking against him, unable to think straight. Her muscular legs quaked in his grasp, tight ass flexing as her entire body went stiff.
Bennett pressed her against the wall, panting, unable to hold her up on his own any longer. He kept her pressed there, his knees weak, muscles on fire as they rode out the rest of their powerful orgasms. Cum drooled down his heavy hanging nuts and dripped on the floor at his feet, swirling around in the water and rushing down the drain. Bennett gulped, pressing his forehead to the back of Alex's head as they rested in that position. He couldn't be happier that he was so late to work this morning.
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