Ruthless (Girlxintersex) Valentine's Novel

Chapter 10

Season 1 Episode 10

Mahira POV

Considering that Angelo was now the new floor "boss" the least she could do was set a good example and showed up for work early. It was midday, the lunch hour was about to end, and there was still no sign of the cold-faced disability woman.

My tight skirt crushed my romp as I knelt over a cubicle; Simon was sweating perspiration as the cleavage of my breast, with its lovely smell, danced in his nostrils.

"Ho-how many pages should the report be?" The pale boy stammered. I'm curious how he got it past Angelo's eyes. Perhaps she wasn't ready to fire him just yet. I bent down further more and grabbed his computer mouse.

"How does 5,000 words sound? Hmmm...Simon." I grinned as I brushed my fingers through his lovely light brown hair. If only my seduction worked on her, she would be off my floor in no time.

"Do you think you could do it for me, baby?" I puckered my lips and fluttered my eyelashes. My hand moves across his sagging frame. He needs to strengthen those muscles up. He didn't have an awful face, and he didn't smell too well, but I needed that report by Friday, and even though I was basically poor (gag at typing that term), I still had a party life to lead on the weekend. I still need my mouth to taken care of, from a random stranger.

"Uhm, sure." He breathed. I shoved him back into the chair. My fingers caressing over his crotch, careful not to make touch with his clearly hardened cock. Dark femininity class, so wasn't missing me tonight. This crap actually works. It gave me the confidence to have a man or lady feeling all worked up. I just want it to work on Angelo. It will not. I guarantee it won't.

"I know—" his fidgeting eyes widen as he looks behind me, and I can see his cock rapidly fading.

"Look at me." I clinched my teeth and dug my fingers into his damp, weak jawline, if it was even that. There was nothing but perspiration, facial hair, and sagging skin.

He shook his head before pushing it in the direction of my back. I groaned and stood up, turning to face Angelo. Her body rested on her stick, her other hand in her trousers pocket.

"What?"

"Simon, boy, I want to see you in my office."

I could hear Simon swallowing. "Yes, Ma'am."

I scoffed. "I'm talking to him."

"Well, I need him for a far more essential duty, and I'm sure you've had enough conversations with him."

My brow wrinkled as I realized how quiet everyone had become, and all eyes were focused on us. "I'd want to hire him as my assistant." I said.

"You don't need an assistance; your task is pretty simple."

"It is not." I replied as I followed her into her office. Simon was falling behind. "I can't think of my own, and I'm not a high scholar, therefore I'm not going to do any fucking report, especially when it should be five thousand words."

"Take the night and finish half of it, then another half by day." She suggested. I don't actually need her aid.

"I will find someone else to write my paper."

"Oh, really. Not when I'll send out a mass email instructing everyone not to write that report."

"You cannot fucking do that."

"Simon, get back to work."

He nodded, and his big figure bounced out of the corridor, leaving only her and me. I shoved her against the wall.

"Don't fuck with me, Ms. Angelo." My teeth bit defensively into her lips. She gripped my throat and threw my body into the wall. The workers rolled their chair with curiosity in their eyes. But Angelo's harder look makes them turn away. Her gaze is suddenly fixed on me. "You will not miss my ass at work; I will make life a living nightmare for you, darling."

"You could believe you're winning—" her chokehold tightened, and a heat swarm formed between my legs. Oh, God. I felt hot and horny.

"Look at you. A spoilt brat exploiting her trashy body to force someone else to perform her work, which is so simple. I didn't realize you were that low, sweetie."

I attempted to get at her, but she smashed me against the wall again. No one dared to peek. Nobody cared about what she was doing to me. I whimpered and felt terrible for myself.

"Stay over tonight and finish the damn report."

"I've got somewhere to go."

"In someone bed, other than mine."

"What are you jealous?" I chuckled. She slammed me again.

"Fuck!" My pussy ached, and I enjoyed being shoved about by her. "I'm leaving."

"You're not. Not with my eyes on you, sweetie. You're staying with me tonight and will finish at least half of it."

"I cannot wait to throw you off my fucking floor."

"Guess what?" Her lips failed to meet mine.

"I fucking hate you!" I could feel my teeth tearing into her delicate skin as they gripped her lips. Her eyes gleam with coldness. Her next hand went into my breast, grabbed a nipple, and squeezed it. I moaned and gasped, releasing the death trap of my teeth. However, I could see the marks on her upper lips. I smirked.

She leaned in again, "I've got another point. Because you're drafting the report."