Chapter 53 – Penetration Test

The door handle moved.

In the next two seconds, everything happened at once: Chloe made a decision, her stomach clenched painfully, and Chloe Heart took control of the steering wheel.

When Ben opened the door, she was already standing, had turned away from the desk, and was beaming at him.

“Ben! Is everything okay with your car?”

He stepped inside and slammed the door behind him. “Yeah, yeah. Some kind of electrical fault, I had to disconnect the battery. That means Maven has to drive me home later, fucking great.” He ran his fingers through his thinning hair and made to walk past her to the desk.

Chloe stepped in his way.

Not aggressively, but close enough that he stopped.

“You know, while you were away, I took another look at the website,” she said. Her voice was softer now, warmer. Chloe Heart, but a version of Chloe Heart she had never shown Ben before. “And I have to tell you honestly, Ben, you did an incredible job. Really. The whole design, how you captured my brand, I mean… I’m really impressed.”

Ben blinked. His annoyance about the car was still on his face, but underneath it, something else stirred. Surprise, maybe. Definitely interest.

“Well, I’ve been doing this for a while, Sunshine-“

“No, I mean it.” She took another half step closer. Close enough to smell his aftershave, something expensive with a spicy note that didn’t quite match the rest of him. She placed her hand on his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever properly told you how grateful I am. For everything you do for my career. You’ve supported me from the beginning, and I… I just wanted to show you that I really appreciate it.”

Ben’s gaze wandered from her eyes to her hand on his chest and back again.

My goodness, he’s a bit slow on the uptake.

His anger melted away. Slowly, like butter in a pan. It was replaced by an expression that Chloe knew all too well by now. From men like Randy. Raw, undisguised greed, thinly coated with a layer of self-satisfaction.

“I knew you’d warm up eventually, Sunshine,” he said quietly. His voice took on that oily tone again, the one that always made it sound like he was doing her a huge favor. “But to be honest, I was a bit worried. Sometimes you were so distant, I wondered if you didn’t like me.”

And the ego breaks through.

“Of course I like you, Ben.” Her smile was perfect. Warm, a little shy, as if she hadn’t dared to smile at him like that for the last weeks.

Ben put his hand on her hip, testing, waiting. When she didn’t pull away, he pulled her a little closer.

“You know,” he said, nodding his chin over his shoulder, “we could make ourselves a little more comfortable here.” He nodded toward the old, worn sofa in the corner of the office, which had probably seen a lot and was about to see a little more.

Chloe laughed softly. “Yeah, good idea.”

AAAAAAAH.

She followed him to the sofa. He sat down, legs spread wide, and looked up at her with a gaze that made it crystal clear that he had imagined this moment a hundred times in his head.

Chloe knelt in front of him.

The carpet was thin and rough under her knees. Ben leaned back, arms spread across the backrest, and his grin couldn’t have been wider.

“My God,” he murmured, almost reverently. “If someone had told me on the day you marched into my office that I’d have to wait this long…”

Chloe smiled up at him. Her fingers found his belt.

Don’t think now. Don’t feel. Just do it.

But that was easier said than done, because this wasn’t an anonymous shoot in some studio where a director yelled “action” and the whole thing had the transactional nature of a performance for work. This was Ben’s office, he was her agent, it had been her idea, and his gaze burned differently than that of a camera.

She undid his belt, then his zipper. He was already half hard, and that alone disgusted her, the fact that the mere idea of her giving him a blow job was enough to put his fiftysomething-year-olds body already on high-alert.

She took him in her hand and he sighed contentedly.

Fifteen minutes at least. The device is still copying. The LED is still flashing. You have to drag this out as long as possible.

Without letting her reluctance show, she leaned forward and gently licked along the underside of his length, slowly. Ben moaned softly as her lips finally closed around the tip of his cock and she took him deep inside her.

But controlled, calculated, every movement designed to arouse him without taking him too far. Like starting a truck. Just enough gas to keep it from stalling, but nowhere near enough to make it spin out.

She could feel it bumping against her throat, but she took him in further until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. After all, he was small enough for her to do it somewhat easily.

While she held the base of his cock with her lips, she looked up at his belly. A sight she could easily have done without in her life.

“Ohh fuck,” Ben groaned, placing his hand on the back of her head, quite possessibely, but not too rough. “Yes, just like that.”

Chloe closed her eyes. Her mouth worked slowly, her tongue circled, and her head calculated.

A maximum of five minutes after I plugged it in. Plus two minutes until I got him onto the sofa. So about seven minutes. I need at least eight more. Probably fifteen, to be sure. But I have to keep him occupied for at least ten minutes.

She varied the rhythm. Faster, then slower, then very slow. She pulled back when she noticed from the way his breath caught that he was getting closer, then focused on the shaft instead of the tip to give him enough stimulation to keep him engaged, but not enough to bring him to completion.

“You little minx,” Ben gasped as she pulled back for the third time, just as his breathing had quickened. “Stop teasing me.”

She looked up at him, licked her wet lips, and smiled. “But teasing is part of the fun, Ben. Just enjoy it.”

He groaned in frustration, but his hand in her hair softened, and she could see that part of him enjoyed being teased, even if another part just wanted to come.

Good. As long as he’s enjoying it, he’ll stay put.

Her gaze shifted briefly to the right, to the desk. She couldn’t see the LED from here. The laptop was facing the wrong way.

Shit. I have to fly blind.

She looked up again. Ben had his eyes half closed, his mouth slightly open, and looked like a man who was immensely satisfied that this was finally happening to him. His gaze met hers, and the grin he gave her was so smug, so boundlessly convinced of his own irresistibility, that Chloe had to suppress the urge to just get up and leave for a second.

He thinks I’ve always wanted this. He thinks the little ice princess has finally thawed. Another talent kneeling at his feet, like all the others before me.

“You know, Sunshine,” Ben said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I always knew you’d come around sooner or later. I’m glad we developed that kind of special relationship.”

Just shut up, Ben. You don’t deserve this.

But instead of saying anything that even remotely reflected that thought, Chloe made an approving noise around his cock and took it a little deeper.

And then she made the mistake of glancing at the clock on the wall above Ben’s shoulder. Three minutes. Only three minutes had passed since she had taken his cock in her mouth.

Seven more. At least.

It was the longest seven minutes of her life.

Ben talked and talked. Of course he talked. Men like Ben couldn’t even stop talking when someone was giving them a blow job.

“I knew you were special the first time you walked in here. You’ve got that certain something. Some girls have it, most don’t.” His hand wandered from her hair to her cheek, and he stroked her as if she were a cat. “You’re my little… oh God-“

Chloe took him deeper, bringing her lips all the way down to his base, because that was the best way to interrupt his torrent of words. It worked. At least he stopped talking for a moment.

Am I really in control of the situation, or is it actually controlling me?

But no, she was in control. She was in control of him. His moans, his breath, his hand in her hair, everything reacted to what she did. She set the pace. She determined when he reared up, pushed his hips up against her, and when he growled in frustration. He sat on that sofa thinking he had gotten what he always wanted, but in reality he was just a puppet whose strings she held in her hand.

Or in my mouth, but still.

Ben was getting impatient. “Sunshine, you’re killing me. Finish me off already.” His voice was rougher now, more demanding.

“Shhh.” She kissed his tip and looked up. “Just a little longer. It’s so nice to listen to your moans.”

He groaned, but he let her continue.

The minutes passed. Slowly. Painfully slowly. At some point, Chloe sat up a little while working him with her hand and let her gaze wander as inconspicuously as possible to the desk.

The LED was lit continuously, without blinking. Green.

Done.

A wave of relief washed over her, so strong that she almost felt dizzy for a moment.

Thank God.

Now she wanted only one thing: for it to stop.

She switched gears immediately. No more stalling, no more teasing, no more dragging it out. Instead, she took him halfway into her mouth and let her tongue circle wildly around his tip, while at the same time pumping his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

It took maybe twenty seconds.

“Oh fuck… oh… Sunshine-“

He came hard. His fingers dug into her hair, his lower body twitched, and he spilled himself into her mouth. A lot.

Oh God, that’s foul.

Chloe swallowed. Then again, because the first time wasn’t enough.

She pulled back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and put on the most saccharine smile she could muster.

“Did you like that?”

Ben lay back on the sofa, his eyes half closed, his chest rising and falling heavily. He looked like a king after a feast. A small, fat, satisfied king.

“Did I like that? That was fucking amazing, Sunshine.” He stroked her head. “We should do this more often.”

I’d rather bite my tongue off.

“I’m glad you liked it,” said Chloe.

He got up, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Sure.”

The door closed behind him.

Chloe stood up. Her knees protested and were a little sore. The thin carpet had offered little cushioning. She walked quickly to the desk, pulled the device out of the USB port, slipped it into her purse, zipped it up, and sat back down on the sofa.

Her hands were shaking. Now they were shaking. Now that it was over. Of course.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed her palms against her thighs until the trembling subsided.

It’s over. You did it. It’s over.

Ben came back, picked up his laptop, sat down next to her as if nothing had happened, and continued talking about the website as if there had been no interruption. The site was supposed to go live, in two weeks at the earliest, if everything went smoothly. And he talked about the fact that he was working on a placement deal with a sex toy manufacturer called Girl Vibe. And that the Velvet Sleeve people were very happy with the prototype and were “hyped” to launch the product soon.

As he spoke, he put his hand on her knee. Casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. As if a door had just opened that would never close again.

He thinks something has changed.

She nodded at his remarks, saying “mhm” and “sounds great” and “let me look through that” at the right moments, and after another endless few minutes, she got up.

“I have to go, Ben. I have another appointment. But the website looks really fantastic, and I’m really looking forward to it.” She smiled. “And thank you. For everything.”

“Anytime, Sunshine.” He stood up and put his hand on her butt as he walked her to the door.

In the foyer, Maven looked up and gave Chloe a glance that lasted a few seconds too long. Her eyes slid over Chloe’s face, then down to her knees, and something that looked like confusion, or perhaps surprise, flitted across her features.

My lipstick is probably smudged.

“See you soon, Maven!” Chloe said cheerfully and was out the door before Maven could respond.

The building door closed behind her. Chloe stopped, closed her eyes, and her shoulders slumped as if someone had let the air out of her.

She took out her cell phone and typed.

Morgan Blake online

Distraction ready.

10:12 AM

Distraction cut short. Sorry!!!!

10:16 AM

Got everything. I’m outside.

10:35 AM

Oh God. Okay. Come here.

10:35 AM

Chloe put her phone away. There was a hot dog stand on the corner, whose owner, a broad man wearing an apron and a Viscounts baseball cap, sat bored on his stool waiting for customers.

“A Coke, please.”

“Two fifty.”

She paid, took the ice-cold can, opened it, and drank greedily in deep gulps until her brain ached from the cold and the bitter, repulsive taste in her mouth was washed away by sugar and carbonation.