Object of Affection
by Andrew J. Mellon

“Ms. Orr…I was wondering…if you are not doing anything tonight…perhaps you could join me for dinner.”

The man cursed himself; he was stammering.

Ms. Orr did not look at him; she kept walking along at his side, looking straight ahead.

“Why Mr. Coburn, are you asking me on a date?” She finally replied.

The man was flushed, he obviously did not do this sort of thing too often, he twisted the knot of his tie between a forefinger and thumb.

“I guess I am.” He said. “And call me Jeff.”

“Mr. Coburn…Jeff…you know there is a strict company policy about dating.”

He detected a slight smile trying to take hold of her lips. He stopped playing with his tie; he was emboldened by the scent of possible victory.

“Company rules are for when we are at the company, Ms. Orr. We are at this trade show so the rules don’t apply.”

The smile had its way; she let him see it.

“In that case, Jeff, I would be happy to…and please call me Susan.”

Jeff’s delight was cut short by a hand that slapped down hard against his back with a thump. A loud voice intruded on the couple.

“Hey Jeff, how the hell are you—meetings are boring as shit—still beats the office—beats the grind—wanna get some drinks?—maybe get lucky, if you know what I mean!—If we strike out, hey, we can catch a strip show!”

The speaker was a large man, whose neck was several rolls of fat; his voice could carve through any space no matter how many others competed with it.

“Sorry Bruce. Got plans.” Jeff almost yelled back. It was the only way to get something across to the man.

Susan Orr caught Bruce’s attention and he beamed in a lewd leer.

“Bruce Chalmers!” He introduced himself, offering a hand. She responded with a light grasp that he took and squeezed enough to make her wince. “Hey! I know you—president’s office at Syntech!”

Susan smiled weakly; Jeff frowned.

Bruce stuck an elbow into Jeff’s ribs; an act of camaraderie that neared assault and battery.

“Hey—leave you two alone then—Hey! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Bruce left the couple in a slight state of shellshock. Jeff secretly cursed Chalmers; he might have ruined everything when it was going so well. He renewed his attempt to meet with Susan abruptly as if he had not been interrupted.

“Lets meet at the hotel bar, say at 6:30?”

“Uhm...yes, Jeff.” Susan said hesitantly. “I’ll see you then.”

Jeff ordered a whiskey on the rocks, sipping it as he waited with some expectation. Finally, he was going on a date with Susan Orr.

He cataloged the features of Susan Orr that appealed to him: dark brown doe eyes, long thick chestnut colored hair she kept tied back in a neat, tailored bun, usually dressed in a business suit—even the casual clothes she wore on dress down day seemed formal—ladylike, graceful and somewhat shy. He didn’t know why this strange collection of qualities fascinated him, but ever since he had seen her at the executive offices of the Syntech Corporation she had played upon his mind. It was almost as if he had a crush on her.

It was 7:00. Jeff had painfully attempted to nurse his scotch up to this point. Women, they always made you wait. What else could he expect from Susan? He took the time available to meditate about her. What was it about her; what did he want? He looked at himself in the mirror across from the bar: he was well-built, not bad too look at and a pretty good conversationalist. He was vice president of a major pharmaceutical company and almost pulled in the six figures. He could have anyone he wanted….well, nearly anyone. So why was a prim and proper assistant to the president occupying is attention? It was the look, the clothes, the demeanor that turned him on. Yes, he was embarrassed to admit it, he hadn’t asked her out just for the conversation. He was expecting something more down the line.

At 7:30 and after another scotch, Jeff was savoring a mild buzz. Maybe company rules had scared her off, that and Chalmers seeing them together. Too bad. This convention was a perfect opportunity to ask Susan out and get the ball rolling; luck had blessed him when the president paired the two of them to represent him at the trade show or so he had thought.

At 8:00, Jeff surrendered his hopes. He decided to salute the night’s passing with the help of the mini-bar and room service. Stood up.

When was the last time that had happened? Had it ever happened? So much for Susan Orr, her doe eyes, tied up hair and crisp business suits. He swore he would forget about her as he slipped his key card through the slot to open the door to his hotel room. Gasps and groans greeted him; they had a canned quality of coming from a television.

Jeff frowned; someone was smoking in his room. He stepped inside to find a young grungy man on a couch, with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other, watching a couple joined at the waist and rocking rhythmically to a disco beat.

“Can I help you!?” Jeff said, trying to make his voice seem ominous.

The intruder looked up at him and laughed.

“Ain’t this great, they have a porn channel. This is one classy joint! The name is Devlin, Adam Devlin.”

“Glad you like it!” Jeff began to ball his hands into fists but then relaxed them. He knew enough from newspaper headlines and a steadfast devotion to the Sopranos that one should be cautious about encounters with cavalier trespassers in hotel rooms. He might have a knife or gun. He certainly wasn’t worried about being caught. Then he might just be an industrial spy. Jeff had nothing better for entertainment tonight than to figure out who this man was and what he wanted.

Jeff sat down in a chair nearby. “I am afraid I am not a big fan of porn, Mr. Devlin.” He said.

“Don’t tell me. You’re too good for it.”

“Don’t need it.”

“And I do?” The man sneered, saying these words even Jeff had said his, as if the man had anticipated what he was going to say and wanted to shoot back a retort before the words left his mouth.

“Look chief, I get all the humpin’ I need, badaboom badabing!” Devlin said the last phrase while snapping his thumbs against his fingers suggestively. He took a sip of his drink and turned back to the television set. “I just appreciate the human body and what it can do.”

“Can’t you appreciate it somewhere else or is there another reason why your here?”

Devlin raised his eyebrows, but did not remove his stare from the television set.

“A man who gets down to business. I like that chief. There is another reason why I am here.”

The man raised the remote turning off the tv and then raised a hand as if he were ushering out someone hiding in the bedroom. A figure appeared in the bedroom doorway: it was Susan Orr.

Jeff gasped and stood up. She was standing completely still, hands by her side, her lips were slightly parted. Her eyes...it was so strange, they were completely white; there was no trace of her pupils.

“Bastard, what have you done to her!” Jeff said, he tried to move against the man, but a force took his body, knocking it back into the chair. There his limbs lay uselessly beyond his command as if they were as heavy as lead.

“Ms. Orr is a mistake.” Devlin told him, “A mistake that needs to be erased. You see chief, she has been the mistress of the president of the Syntech Corporation for about two years now. For reasons you do not need to know, that relationship is to be terminated. I am the insurance to make sure the details of their relationship are never revealed.””

“I don’t believe you! Susan would never be somebody’s mistress!” Jeff did not know that, but he wanted to believe it. Certainly the Susan he had been attracted do would never have done such a thing.

Devlin laughed, he waved at Susan.

“Susan, tell us how often you fucked the president of Syntech.”

“As you command, Master Adam.” She said in a dull monitone voice, as if she were a machine. “Every working day for the past two years.”

“Susan, tell us about the last time you fucked the president.”

“As you command, Master Adam. Two days ago in the copy room. He came in after me as I was making copies. He locked the door. He turned me around and unzipped his zipper. I sucked him. His semen tasted like mushrooms.”

“Too much information.” Devlin laughed. He turned toward Jeff, “Anyway, you get the idea.”

“Leave her alone. She won’t tell anyone. I know her. She won’t!”

“Oh chief, I’m with you on that one. I don’t think she would. Unfortunately, my clients are don’t agree.”

“You’re going to kill her!”

“Why do people keep saying that? I’m a lover, not a killer. I am just going to get her in tune with her real self. Susan, strip!”

“As you command, Master Adam.” Susan replied listlessly. She slipped of her suit jacket, held it out in a hand and let it drop on to the floor. She kicked off her sensible shoes and pressed down her skirt: she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just stockings that ended half way up her thigh. She took each off unceremoniously.

“See,” Devlin told Jeff, “She ain’t as straight-laced as you thought.”

Jeff could hardly believe his eyes at this sight; nor could he believe the scanty bra she displayed after she removed her crisp white blouse. Finally her undergarments were off and Susan stood naked before both men.

Jeff could hardly resist drinking the sight of the object of his affection. He had dreamt about what she had been like underneath her wrapping. Her body was lean, more through calorie consciousness than exercise: her ribs made a canopy of sharp depressions above her oval tummy. Susan was straight as an arrow; her waist was slight at best. Her final act was to unleash her hair from its bun and let it cascade around her shoulders.

Jeff found himself salivating; Susan’s nude form was increasing his hunger for her. He tried not to show his innermost feelings; they betrayed him by the increased panting of his breath, the blood rushing to his face, his prick demanding escape from his briefs’ tightness.

Devlin picked up on his feelings, “What you expected, chief?” he said with an exaggerated smirk.

Jeff ground his teeth; he didn’t answer.

“She is a regular firecracker, she is, chief. Doesn’t seem like it, the way she looks and dresses and all. She can really put out. I’ll show you.”

Susan shook her head; she opened her eyes and closed them; her pupils returned. She trembled as she found her body remained beyond her lips was not under her control.

“Oh my God! Its not a dream!” She ejaculated, her voice breathy with panic. “Oh sweet Jesus, please let me go! I swear, I won’t tell a soul! Don’t do anything to me; don’t to anything to my mind. Jeff! Jeff! Help me…the things he can do!”

Devlin savored the tirade and then he made a gesture. Susan began to shake; her teeth chattering.

“Let me go…let me go…what are you doing…oh….oh..ohh…stop…what are you doing…making me sooo hot…stop!…stop!….ughhhhhh…turning me on…oh God! Oh God!”

“See what I told you, Jeff? She is all hot and heavy and ready to go.”

Susan’s doe eyes changed: loosing their expression of terror and their facade of innocence. Something within her impinged upon those appearances, like clouds taking away the sun’s brightness, the something was a hunger, a yearning; then her eyes nearly rolled back into her head; her pussy began to glisten like a shaft of gold in the light. Slowly her voice lost is panic, becoming slower, deep, honey filled, amorous.

“Oh…ohhhhh…ohhhhhhhhh…so goooood…so gooood…whole fucking body is on fire…”

Devlin allowed Susan more control over her body. She lifted an arm and ran a hand slowly through her hair; she rubbed her thighs together, almost as if she were containing the urge to pee.

“Wanna fuck so bad…wanna fuck so baaaaaad” She hissed. Her voice picked up in tempo again. “Need a fuck, need a cock, Goddam it somebody fuck me!”

Susan pitched forward onto all fours, rocking rhythmically back and forth, back and forth, whispering to herself about her need to fuck, her need for release.

Jeff warred with feelings of horror and arousal as he saw so reduced. These feelings increased their battle as Susan began to crawl forward to him. She smiled as she lifted herself up on his knees and began to undo his pants.

Guessing Susan’s intent, Jeff pleaded. “Don’t, Devlin, don’t make her do this!”

“Oh I could make her stop; I think you don’t want me too.”

The truth behind Devlin’s statement was proven as Susan revealed Jeff’s towering, bobbing cock. She grasped its base, sliding her lips up and down the length. Jeff groaned; he was powerless to stop the feeling welling up inside him, the ultimate expression of what he was feeling. Susan pulled away just as he gasped, letting small gelatinous light gray blobs jump from his phallus and land on his waist.

“Oh dear.” Devlin chuckled. “Look like we made a mess. You better get out of those clothes.”

Jeff found himself standing and removing his suit, shirt and undergarments.

“Haven’t you had enough fun!?” Jeff shouted at his tormentor. He tried to put some defiance in his voice but ended up only sounded desperate

“Not yet, chief, you see, some people may know about Susie and the prez. We know some of em, not all, and we can’t get rid of everyone who might suspect. So if Susie here disappears, someone’s gonna ask questions and questions might lead to suspicions and, well, the prez is a respectable man and Syntech is a respectable company.”

Jeff’s muscular build was finally fully unconcealed.

“What the hell does that have to do with me!?” He demanded.

“You see, Jeff, if Susan does disappear, it would raise fewer eyebrows if she disappeared with someone else.”

Devlin’s intent finally dawned on Jeff. “You little fuck, I’ll kill you!”

“Oh, I don’t think so. You see, I have a career transition in mind for the both of you. You may not like watching porn, but you are going to enjoy making it. ”

Jeff was getting it up again, so soon after cuming, it was painful but he was doing it. He felt a power eddying through his veins, boiling his blood, the heat surging through him.

“No! Noooo!” He groaned. His plea ended on deaf ears. The intensity of feeling was taking possession of him; his reason’s control of his passions was shattering. Susan’s naked body was closeby, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Her round breasts, the way they slightly jiggled with each breath, her damp cunt, still moist, still craving for him. He wanted her badly, so badly that all other thoughts crowded out of his mind. When Jeff found he could move, he moved for the one thing he wanted.

He crouched over her, his chest against her back, grabbing her tits and rubbing his red prick against the crevice of her ass. His fingers massaged the softness of her breasts, squeezing the nipples, causing her to sigh deeply.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you!” Jeff hissed at her, “Your cunt wants another taste of my prick, you want it like a dog does a bitch, you’re a bitch ready to be fucked!”

She nodded her sweaty head, murmuring an assent.

“Your bitch, do your bitch, fuck your bitch....” She whispered with eyes closed, reaching one hand back to finger her clitoris, letting her hands be bathed in her own juices.

Jeff pressed into her, letting her feel the length of his dick, his power, he rode her, using her breasts as reins as he forced himself back and forth, back and forth. Their moans joined in some bizarre a capella music, their voices becoming one as their bodies were joined as one. Finally, the crescendo of their passion play was found and they both arched their backs simultaneously before falling on one another, rattlling in the postscripts of their conjunction.

They lay amongst oneanother for a few moments; then they began their lovemaking anew. It was all they wanted, all they cared about, almost all, Devlin’s watchful eye was an added attraction to their fucking. Bathing in his attention added to the ecstasy.

Devlin nodded as he appreciated his work. He flipped open a cell phone, pressing a phone number out on the keys.

“Hard Body Productions? Devlin. Got a couple for you. Oh yeah, they are very willing. Do I get you otherwise? You’re gonna have to pick them up. Gotcha. See ya soon.”

***

Bruce Chalmers settled down for his Friday nights entertainment: a porn dvd and a six pack of bud. He slipped in a disk entitled “Charlene Does Chicago” and sat back to watch. A half an hour into the show, something dawned on him: the male and female leads looked familiar. They looked like the two from the company that had run away together. He picked up the disk case and read the names of the stars: Jeff Cock and Suzie Orgasm. Chalmers grunted in puzzlement, took a swig of beer and went back to watching the show.