Chapter 6: Martin

At thirteen weeks into her pregnancy, Ruth found out she was having twins, a boy and a girl, and decided to quit working for Anderson and move to her parent’s farm in Donnybrook, where they ran several apple orchards and a couple of villas they rented out to tourists. We did promise to stay in touch, and I had to visit once the twins were born.

Anderson had very little success in finding Ruth’s replacement. It was like a revolving door with a new girl in reception every few weeks. That was until Nina arrived.

Nina was a little older than Ruth, more my age, and she was a sticky beak, always asking me questions. Why did I spend fifteen minutes with Anderson every morning? What did I know about him? And when I visited him twice in one day, why are you here again? Why are you with him so long? What are you two doing? It felt like I was under suspicion and being interrogated by the police. Not that that has happened before.

It was three weeks before Christmas, the time for parties and our yearly bonus. After my early morning visit to Anderson to give him his blow job, and as soon as I got to my desk, Mr Gorey called me into his office.

“Anita, please come into my office. There is no need for your notebook and pencil.” I walked in and sat down while Mr Gorey returned to his side of the desk and said, “You have worked so hard that you make my office run like clockwork. I have no idea what I would do without you. Please accept my gratitude with this bonus. The money will be in your account tomorrow.”

Mr Gorey handed me an envelope with a letter inside, thanking me for my service and a ten thousand dollar bonus.

“Oh, thank you. You are very generous.”

“Not at all. You deserve it. Spend it wisely.”

Ten grand to play with. Oh, wow. I had so many ideas turning over in my mind.

As soon as I got up the next day, I checked my bank account, and yes, the money was there. I didn’t go to the office at first. I had some more important business to take care of. Once done, I arrived in the reception area of Anderson’s office around eleven, and Nina was not happy. “Anita, what time do you call this? Mr Anderson is going spare. He’s shouting at everyone and wants to know why you didn’t arrive at eight. I must have left at least six messages on your phone. Why didn’t you call? He’s going to give you hell today.”

“Don’t worry, Nina, everything is fine. But be prepared for Anderson to burst a blood vessel when I leave, or maybe he’ll have a heart attack instead and do us all a favour by dropping off the perch.”

“Why, what’s about to happen? I have to know.”

“Sorry, none of your business. Can I go in now?”

I knocked on the door and went into Anderson’s office. His face looked like thunder as he looked at his computer and slammed his fist onto the desk. He looked up at me and was seething, red-faced, and frothing at the mouth. “Corby, you slut, get those fucking clothes off and back up to the cross. You will suffer pain like you have never experienced in your life. FUCKING DO IT NOW!” He shouted.

What a reception. Lucky for me, I had no intention of following that arsehole’s commands. I walked to Anderson’s side of the desk, hoiked my skirt around my waist, and placed my left foot on his desk, with my G-string-covered pussy centimetres from his face.

After all the yelling and shouting, his office was suddenly quiet as he gazed at my crotch, and it didn’t take him long to rub my muff with the back of his fingers, running over the tightly stretched fabric, and I had to admit it did feel good. Anderson pulled my string aside and ran his fingers through my labia, searching for my wetness.

I wanted him to keep going. I wanted a wet pussy, and then he found the sweet spot, and I felt his fingers slip inside me. He jammed his fingers back and forth several times, then suddenly pulled out. “Strip for me, you slut, and back up to the cross. I have a very large dildo attached to a fucking machine that you need to feel up your precious cunt.”

So much for the cross and fucking machine. I was working to my agenda, not his. After placing my foot back on the floor, I put my hands underneath my skirt, pushing as much of my G-string inside my pussy, soaking up my wetness before I hooked my thumbs around the waistband and quickly whipped it off, dangling it in front of Anderson’s nose, who moved his face closer to inhale my aroma.

With my free hand, I reached around to the small of my back and pulled out the envelope I had secured in the waistband of my skirt, and then simultaneously, I dropped my string into Anderson’s lap as I threw the envelope containing five grand onto his desk.

Anderson looked astonished as he looked at me and said, “Touché.”

I turned on my heels and walked back to the door. I looked over my shoulder at him and said, “Merry Christmas, we’re done.”

Before I continued with my exit, he softly called out, “Anita.” That stopped me in my tracks. Anderson has never called me Anita before. “How would you like to work for me? I can’t find a suitable replacement for Ruth. Nina is a temp, but I need a reliable receptionist/personal assistant. The job pays $90k. Are you interested?”

$90k. Wow, that’s $25k above my base salary. I’ll string him along and let him believe I’m considering it. “I’ll let you know in the new year.” Work for Anderson? No fucking way. Not only that, I didn’t want to upset Mr Gorey. I know at the start he’d told me to be nice to Anderson as it might bring business our way, but I wasn’t going to jump ship on him.

“Please do. The jobs yours, whenever you want.”

I walked past Nina with a smirk on my face. “Anita, what happened? How’s Mr Anderson?” Nina asked in her usual nosey way.

“Shocked and likely having a breakdown,” I said as I continued to walk out of reception without a care in the world.

I felt exhilarated as I went to my desk. I no longer had to fear being summoned to Anderson’s office, and now I could look forward to Nigel’s party this coming Saturday.

Later that night, I received a phone call. “Ruth, how are you? You must be due soon.” Then I heard the cry of a tiny baby. “Ruth,” I exclaimed in delight. “You’re a Mum. When did this happen, and why didn’t you call me earlier.”

“Hi, Aunty Anita. Please welcome the twins, Chloe and Lachlan.”

“Where are you? Are you in the Hospital or at home, and when did you have your babies?”

“Please stop asking all these questions; let me answer the first one before you ask more.”

“Sorry, but I’m excited for you.”

“The twins were born early this morning, around six, and I’m in Bunbury Hospital for a day or two. Mum and Dad are over the moon, and Mum’s fussing around like a proud mother hen. My twins and I are all good, and they look so cute. How are you?”

“Oh, Ruth, you have topped off my best day ever. I’ve flicked Anderson, and I feel alive again. I’ve got some time off over the Christmas and New Year break. Can I come down for a visit? Then I can tell you how I got rid of him.”

“Sure, you can, but you’re in for a surprise. I’ve met someone. He’s so loving and caring. We’re not living together yet, but I’m sure it won’t be long before we are. Antonio is the foreman on Mum and Dad’s orchards.”

“I’m so happy for you. Is Antonio Italian?”

“He’s an Aussie but of Italian descent. Sorry, I have to go, the twins need feeding. Please give me a call when you can come down.”

“Of course I will. Look after yourself and your babies.”

“I will. I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Me too.”

Nigel and Suzanne throw a great party, with lots to eat and drink, plus they have a pool for anyone who wants a late-night dip or if some of the guys have too much to drink and think it’s funny when they throw their girlfriends in.

The invite was for me and a friend, well, I haven’t had a boyfriend for some time so I had no one to take. I decided to go by taxi and not worry about driving home if I consumed too much alcohol.

I wore a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a buttoned top and arrived around seven-thirty. I met Nigel as I walked around the back of the house to join the party. “Hey, Anita, where’s your date?”

“There’s me and me.”

“Oh, sorry, but let me get you a drink, and seeing you are alone, I would love you to meet a great guy. His name is Martin, and he’s a detective senior constable. He’s one of the good ones, and I’m sure you’ll like him.”

“Have you set me up with a blind date, Nigel? That is so unbecoming of you,” I said jocularly.

Nigel held up his hands and said, “Me, never. Let me get you a drink and find him. What would you like?”

“White wine, please.”

Nigel returned with my drink, and after a quick scan outside, he said, “Martin must be inside getting something to eat. Follow me.”

We went inside, and I saw the back of a guy helping himself to the spread of food. “Martin.”

“Yeah, mate.”

“I have someone I would like you to meet.”

Martin turned around, and I felt weak-kneed. Martin wore knee-length Cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. I saw him checking me out while I did the same to him. Oh, wow, where have you been all my life? I thought.

“Martin, this is Anita. Anita is secretary to Mr Gorey. Anita, please meet Martin.”

We air-kissed each other’s cheeks. “I see you have a drink, but can I get you something to eat?” Martin politely asked.

He was a hunk, about the same height as me, with broad shoulders, tapering in at the waist, with bulging arm muscles. Yes, he looked good. “Thank you, yes, please.”

After selecting my food, we sat outside, and Martin went to get himself a drink that I noted was mineral water.

“Nigel tells me you’re a detective. Are you working on any interesting cases at the moment? Or shouldn’t I ask?”

“You can ask, but I might not give you any juicy details. I’m a Detective Senior Constable and lead a small team of detectives. We’ve been working a case for the past eighteen months, with an arrest likely early next week. You know I can’t discuss the case with you, don’t you?”

“Sure, no worries. Being the secretary to Mr Gorey, I have to deal with some sensitive and confidential issues. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Sorry, I wasn’t trying to find out about your case.”

“I know. Hey, can I get you another wine?”

“Please.” I unfastened the top three buttons on my shirt, exposing my cleavage, as I watched Martin walk to the esky and pour me a glass of wine. As he walked back towards me, I was mentally undressing him, imagining his hard cock swinging to and fro. He looked so good. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to let him go.