Hannah kept her daughters in her office as she threw herself into calling anyone related to the school and yelling at them. Her foul mood from rescuing her daughters from school set her off and he was glad that she wasn't focusing her dire attention on him.
That didn't stop her daughters from walking in front of his office. Every time he spotted movement, one of them was strolling by while looking at him. It feel like he was in a zoo as their eyes focused on him but as soon as he made any sign of acknowledging them, they hurried past.
It was flattering but, at the same time, kind of creepy. They were sixteen, he was in his twenties. If he did anything besides peek, his supervisor would have his balls and he would be stuck in another country with a black mark to his name.
Grinding his teeth together, he tried to focus on his work but he kept having the image of Erin kneeling between his legs and looking up at him or the heat and softness of Hannah's breasts as they bumped against his face. Each time, a surge of heat and lust flooded his thoughts and his typing ending.
A knock at the door startled him. It was Olivia. “I'm heading back to work,” she started.
John had no reason why she was telling him.
Smiling, she leaned her head against the frame. “If you want to come over in the morning, I'll give you better service than before. I'll remember everything properly this time.”
Sweat prickled his brow. “You remembered?”
“Yes,” she said in a low voice, “you like milk.”
For a moment, he wondered if she was hitting on him. His eyes drifted down where she had one hand against her small, but firm-looking breast. A hard nipple stuck out between her knuckles. His thought turned instantly to sex.
“I'll see you tomorrow,” she said with a sultry smile and then headed down the hall, swaying her hips. Halfway down, she paused to look over her shoulder.
He was still looking, he wasn't dead.
She bent over, sticking her firm ass out, and toyed with her shoe for a moment before straightening and going along her way.
As discretely as he could, John pressed his hand against his cock. It was still hard from below, but it felt like every sultry look and strange behavior made it harder. He groaned and promised himself a good wank the second he got home.
The phone rang.
He jumped again. “Bloody hell.”
John answered it. “John Woods.”
“Well, hello, this is Doctor John Woods over in the Medical Pavilion.” He sounded like a doctor. “You left a message and said it was important?”
“Um, yeah, John, I think your package got sent to me here at the Old Union Building. From Yale, but I can't read the label and they sent it over to me.”
“Oh dear.” The tone didn't encourage John.
“Should I be worried? The corner of the box was damaged and it's dripping all over my desk.”
The doctor didn't respond.
“John? Doctor?”
“Sorry, just checking my notes. It's just a bio-chemical neural enhancer, but as long as you don't take intravenously, you should be okay.”
“Intravenously, you mean through the blood?”
It sounded like the doctor was moving. There was a scuff of something and then the creak of a door and the whistle of outside air. “Not quite but close enough. Just keep it out of your blood and you're safe. As for god's sake, don't swallow it. Well, you're safe even you did. It's just a neural enhancer; it makes it easier to concentrate on your job. Phase two trials are going really well with a pretty good…”
The doctor continued to speak as John looked at his bandaged hand. Sweat prickled his brow as he stared at it, wondering what had happened. He didn't feel like he had the ability to concentrate any better, if anything the constant thoughts of the women's eyes and the touches near his cock made it impossible to do his job since all he could think about was feeling their lips wrapped around his shaft.
“—John?”
John shook his head. “Sorry, got distracted.”
“I'll be over there in a few minutes. Why don't you just leave it on your desk and get a cup of coffee or something.”
John gulped. “S-Should I be evacuating the building?”
“No!” The phone vibrated from the doctor's yell. “Let me just get it, no reason to get anyone else involved. I'll hurry in, grab it, and be out before you ever notice.”
“Are you sure—?”
“Yes. Trust me.”
John thought about the coffee shop and Olivia's perky breasts pushing up against the apron. He wanted to see her again, if anything for another chance to admire her tits. But, if he came running after her, he would be nothing more than a creep and a stalker. Most likely, it was just him misinterpreting her signals.
He shook his head to himself. “All right, second floor of the building, end of the hall. My room has all the busts and paperwork on it.”
“Great! I'll be there in six minutes.”
Nervous, John kicked off a print of the new section of his paper. Circling around the still wet box, he gathered it up and headed down to Erin's office near the door.
Eric was staring at the screen. She had one of her shoes off and one hand on her lap.
He knocked.
She jumped and yanked her hand up. “John!”
“Yeah, mind if I ask some questions?”
Erin surged to her feet and shook her head. Her fingers trailed along some papers and it looked like she was leaving a moist mark on them. “Come in, come in.”
“Your sisters?”
“Christine is my younger sister. She's a vet about an hour out of town but she's been visiting lately. Life has gotten pretty chaotic and I think she misses the company.”
“Olivia?”
“Half-sister. She's had a nasty bump of luck and had to take a job at Foggy's. Why? Is there a problem?” She discretely wiped her fingers on her slacks. A faint, sweet smell drifted through the room.
He sank down in a chair. “Nothing, just curious. Usually it's just us three every day for weeks and then suddenly there were nine women crammed into my office. Kind of like a comedy show.”
Erin giggled and pushed her short hair from her face and hooked it over her ear. “Yeah… comedy.”
He found his attention drawing toward her lips. He had a closer view when she was kneeling between his legs, but they were no less alluring. He wanted to kiss them or have them wrapped around his dick. He struggled for a moment, wondering if the other John's chemicals were just a aphrodisiac or something because he was straining to keep his mind out of the gutter.
She bit her bottom lip and sucked on it.
John wished it was his cock that was on her tongue. He turned away before he blushed. “I… I had to get out of my office for a few minutes. Mind if if we talk about a second of my thesis?”
“Oh, sure!” Erin looked around for a moment and then pulled papers away to give him a clear spot.
He set down his papers. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts.
Erin squirmed in her seat for a moment and he heard a quiet thump of her knee hitting the inner wall. Then slowly, she dropped her hand onto her thigh and out of sight.
John berated himself for not focusing. He stared at the paper, but couldn't think of what he wanted to ask.
“You have a girlfriend, John?”
“What?” He stared at her in shock. “What… no. We broke up before I moved from England. She wasn't into the long-distance thing.”
“That was months ago?”
He wasn't sure the line of questioning, but it was something besides fumbling with his paper. He really couldn't focus and it was worrying. “It's been a while. A long while.”
“Been looking?”
John shrugged. “I guess so, but I'm type that wants something that will last.”
Her eyes seemed to flash. “Someone you can see yourself getting really close and knocking up?” The last question came out almost in a moan as she did something with her hand out of sight. Her shoulder moved slightly as the sweet smell grew stronger.
It took a second to parse her question with his distractions. Yeah, he wouldn't mind finding someone to fall in love, get married, and eventually have some kids. Maybe it was an American think to be so forward. He tried to find the right words.
Erin didn't say anything, just sat there starting at him as she rocked back and forth. He thought he heard the faintest of wet noises.
A knock on the door behind him caused him to jump. Turning around, he saw an older man with thinning hair leaning against the frame. “Excuse me, do you know where Mr Wood's office?”
“Doctor Woods?” At the nod, John leaned back and gestured toward his office. To his surprise, Ester was standing at his door looking inside. He stared for a moment in confusion, and then pointed. “Right at the end, where that young lady is standing. You can't miss your box.”
The doctor was already down the hall.
Ester turned around. She wore a frown. Their gazes met and she smiled before strolling toward him.
John pulled back, feeling uneasy but also strangely excited. An image flashed through his mind of Ester in Erin's place at his knees and his manhood surged at the thought. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself and then forced himself to attend Erin. “Sorry. The box was supposed to go to Doctor Woods.”
She was still working her hand under the table. The desk shook underneath his hand along with the quiet thumps of her knee hitting the side. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn from the blush on her cheeks and her movements that she was masturbating right front of him.
John shook his head. “Sorry, I'm having trouble focusing.”
“Me too….” Erin said. She rested chin on her other hand and draped a finger along her lip. Then slowly bit on the top of it as her other shoulder moved faster.
“E-Excuse me?” It was Ester.
John looked over his shoulder. “Yes?”
“Mind if I hang out in here? Mom is screaming at the phone and it's getting a bit loud.”
Erin let out a shuddering breath.
John glanced at her before gesturing to the other guest seat. “Go ahead.”
Behind her, the other John hurried past carrying the box. It looked like he used some of John's tape to seal it up. The man didn't even look to the side as he shoved the door open and flooded out.
A waft of the strange liquid washed past them.
Ester's eyes glossed over as she took a deep breath. Then, she arched her back and smiled. “Oh, you smell good.”
“T-Thanks? I guess.”
Ester came between the two chairs. She was a lot like her mother, soft and curvaceous. Her ass brushed against his shoulder as she turned around and he found himself focusing on the sensation as her jeans grazed his cheek before she sank into the seat. When she finally settled into place, he noticed she had turned it toward him.
“I heard your name is Ester?”
Erin let out another sigh. “Ester is one of Hannah's twin daughters. They've been coming to the building for years. They were such adorable babies. I could hold them for hours.”
Ester's eyes softened for a moment and then arched her back again, pushing her generous breasts up into his view. “That's my family genes there. I've heard all our babies are beautiful.” Her eyes never left John's.
John needed to adjust his cock so badly but didn't dare. Instead, he looked between the two women who were staring at him with glazed eyes. Both of them were moving, Erin's hand was back to moving underneath the desk while Ester arched back as she spread her legs. He couldn't help but look down at the seam of her jeans before he guilty look away.
Ester dropped one hand to her thigh, her fingers pointing directly at her sex. “You have a wife?”
Erin answered for him. “Not even a girlfriend.”
“Thought about one?” purred the sixteen year old trouble.
John nodded as guilt bubbled inside him. “Of course. I wouldn't mind settling down some day.”
“Having 2.1 kids? The American dream.”
Erin let out a little moan.
The air seemed to grow tight around them. John squirmed for a moment but he couldn't do anything to relieve the growing ache in his shaft and balls. “I guess, I always thought I would be a good father.”
Ester grinned and her hand slid further along her soft thigh until she almost had her thumb against the seam and her fingers were holding herself apart. “I always thought that was hot, a man who wanted to find a woman to bring beauty in the world.”
Hannah cleared her throat.
Ester jumped and yanked her hand away.
Erin's knee thumped against the side of her desk as she pulled her hand back into sight. John noticed it was dripping with juices before the older woman covered it with her other hand.
“What's going on?” Hannah asked.
Ester looked up and gave a bright smile. “Just asking what John's plans were for marriage.”
Hannah's eyes narrowed. He watched as her attention move from her daughter to Erin and then back to Ester.
The muscles in his back tightened as he prepared himself for a screaming fit.
She shrugged but there was a hardness in her eyes. “Probably not the best conversation for here. Why don't we invite Mr Woods over for dinner tonight?”
Ester smiled brightly. “Would you join us, John?”
“We eat late, about eight,” Hannah said. “Just bring yourself.”
It was almost John's personal horror. Hannah had always been strict about him and spending hours in her house would feel like being stranded beyond enemy lines. But, with two of them asking, there was no polite way to disagree. He nodded. “I… I would be honored.”
Ester squealed and launched herself off her chair. She spread her arms wide and then pulled him into a tight hug.
Before John knew it, he had her breasts smashed up against his face. They were soft and beautiful and just a bit suffocating. He gripped the sides of his chair as she ground against him, surrounding him with her musky perfume and the softness of her tits.
“Ester!”
The teenager pulled back and gave him a wink. “Just thanking him.”
Hannah snapped her fingers and pointed back to her office. “That is now how we thank people in public and you know it.”
Ester rolled her eyes as she got up. Instead of going around the table, she squeezed up against John and gave her one last feel of her bottom before she passed.
“Dear god, child, don't you listen?”
“I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh, mom. It isn't like he's going to bend me over—”
“Don't you dare finish that sentence.”
“Sure, Mom.” Ester said with a smile he could hear even if they were out of sight.
Even more uncomfortable, John discretely adjusted himself before he remembered Erin was still there. He looked at her with surprise to see that she was smiling while sucking on her two fingers; the two that were previously underneath the desk.
The sight of her fingers sliding into her mouth brought a renewed hardness.
He groaned and squirmed.
Her smile grew wider before she pulled her fingers out with a pop. “Looks like you are getting popular.”
“I… I don't know what is going on.”
“Well, I'm hoping you agree to have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
He stared at her in shock.
“Looks like your calendar is getting full and I want on.”
John stammered for a moment before the words started to make sense. “Y-Yeah, sure.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I-I should probably go.” He pushed himself up, turning away so she wouldn't see how hard he was.
“John?”
He peeked at her.
“Your papers?” Erin said with a smile.
“Sorry.” He grabbed them and fled back to his office. At least there he could adjust himself without… whatever was going on in the office continued to happen.