Part Two: More Than She Can Manage
The story so far: Amber quit her job in publishing after rowing with her sexist boss, but luckily she landed an interview at a music company for the next day. To celebrate, she bedded Will, a cute music industry exec – but the morning after came with the shock realisation that he works at the place she’s due to be interviewed at.
Amber peered at her reflection, trying to figure out whether she’d got the music industry PR look right. Her black skinny jeans hugged her pert bum and her shoe-boots made her legs look endless. The stripy T-shirt and oversized pendant she wore added a punk vibe while her tux-style jacket gave a hint of formality. Adding a slick of red lippy, she was ready for her first day at work. Even if she hadn’t quite figured out how she was going to face Will.
She’d sailed through the interview despite the fact she’d only had a few hours sleep, courtesy of Will’s ministrations. Elijah, the boss, was only a few years older than her and had leaned back in his chair, smoking a suspicious-smelling cigarette out of the window as he’d quizzed her about her credentials. As well as the PR stuff she was used to doing, Amber would be expected to go out gigging most nights, handing out flyers about the bands Zanzibar Records represented, and giving an enthusiastic reception at gigs when an audience was less than receptive.
“Will that be a problem?” Elijah had asked.
“Not at all. I love music.” Amber had replied, having always envied her best mate Cat’s easy access to gig tickets through her music work.
“Start tomorrow, then.” Elijah had said. “Quantum have got a new single out next week and Taylor really left us in the lurch when she fucked off. We need to play catch-up so it doesn’t all fuck up.”
“No probs,” was Amber easy reply.
“Oh, and don’t bother wearing a suit. We’re pretty relaxed here,” Elijah had added. Amber had already guessed that from his casual swearing, but she’d smiled and nodded nonetheless.
Luckily, Will had been out of the office when she’d been interviewed but she knew she’d have to face him soon. She couldn’t help but worry at what he’d think of her. Maybe he’d already told the office that he’d screwed the new girl. Still, no point obsessing about it, she told herself. She had a new boss to impress. At least he couldn’t be any worse than her old one, Euan.
First Day
When she arrived Amber was relieved to see that Sally, the only other woman in the office, was wearing an outfit similar to her own. She was pleased that there was another woman on the team, and Sally had seemed very smiley and friendly when they’d been introduced the day before. As a junior A&R, Sally would be accompanying Amber to gigs and Amber hoped they could be friends.
“So where should I sit?” asked Amber.
“That desk over there is yours,” Sally said pointing to one across the room. “It’s next to Will’s office, which should make things easier for you.”
“In what way?” asked Amber. Damn, the bastard had told everyone about their night of passion.
“Er, he’s your boss.” Sally replied, giving Amber a funny look.
“I thought that was Elijah.”
“Hell, no. He turns up for a few hours when he feels like it but he spends most of his time in studios with the bands or getting stoned off his box at home. I can’t believe he didn’t tell you about Will. Actually, I can, the flaky pothead.”
Amber smiled, but inside all she could think was, “Shit, shit, shit!”
“So where’s Will?” Amber asked as casually as she could manage.
“He’s going through Quantum’s marketing campaign with the band but he’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” Sally said.
“That’s what you think,” thought Amber, rubbing her collarbone, which still bore his teeth marks from the night before last.
By the time Will arrived, Amber was so busy that she’d almost forgotten to worry about him. First she’d had to write a press release; then she’d had to stuff what seemed like thousands of envelopes with postcards.
But when she heard Sally say, “Hi Will,” her fears came flooding back. She guessed she’d have to take the lead if she didn’t want him to mention their encounter, so she stood up to greet him.
“Hi, I’m Amber, your new PR assistant,” she confronted him. Luckily, he got her gist instantly.
“Amber, great to meet you. I’m Will.”
He stuck out his hand and Amber shook it, unable to stop the thrill at his touch, as she recalled how his thick, manly fingers had felt inside her less than 48 hours before.
“So, you’re attracted to the talent in the music business then?” he asked. His voice was thick with innuendo and Amber felt a blush rise on her cheeks.
“Well, I’ve always loved music,” she replied weakly.
“If you come into my office, maybe I can play you some of our roster, and let you know what I expect from you.” Will said.
Amber followed him through the door. For the first time since Amber had left his bed, they were alone.
“So, this is a bit awkward, then,” said Will, once he’d started streaming some music.
“Er, yeah,” said Amber.
“Well, congratulations. You were clearly the best applicant,” Will mused.
“Thanks.”
“Then again, you were the only applicant. We hadn’t advertised the job yet but Elijah liked you so he decided to take a punt. Not a bad CV though.”
If Will wasn’t going to bring up the subject, Amber guessed she’d have to.
“About the other night…” she began tentatively.
“Fun, wasn’t it.” There was no question in Will’s voice.
“God, yes,” said Amber.
“I haven’t told anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. Fancy a repeat performance at lunchtime? It only takes five minutes to get to my place and what could be more normal than me taking my new assistant out for a bite to eat?”
Amber’s stomach lurched. She was tempted. Will did have a fabulous cock; thick and firm with a delicious musky scent, and he certainly knew how to use it. She’d lost count of the amount of orgasms she’d had with him − no mean feat on a drunken first night. But she didn’t want to mess up another job by getting into a row with her boss, and there were no guarantees that Will would turn out to be a long-term thing.
“Best not,” she said. “I mean, you’re gorgeous but the whole mixing business with pleasure thing just isn’t for me.”
“Damn,” Will said. “I guess you’re right but you’re so tempting.” He slid a hand onto her upper thigh, glancing through his glass office door to make sure no one was watching. Amber felt a tingle but knew she had to be strong for the sake of her career.
“Sorry, Will. I fancy you, but you’re my boss.” She gently pushed his hand away.
“That means you’re supposed to be underneath me,” Will said, but his tone was light. “Ah well. At least I know you’re professional. Welcome to the team. So, are you going to get all those envelopes down to the post room then?” The conversation was clearly over. Amber nodded and walked out the office feeling a pang of regret but she was sure she’d done the right thing.
Tough Gig
The rest of the day passed in a blur of stuffing yet more envelopes, but Amber was happy to absorb herself in the mundane task − anything to take her mind off of Will. At six o’clock, Sally wandered over.
“I’m going to the pub, if you fancy coming. There’s a gig later but I haven’t got enough time to get home and back first, and it doesn’t start for another hour.”
Amber didn’t have any plans and wanted to show willing.
“OK, sounds good. Should we take some flyers for Quantum’s single with us?”
“I can see why Elijah hired you,” Sally said. “Will is going to be impressed. Good idea.”
“Is he coming too?” Amber asked nervously. Maintaining her willpower in the office was one thing. After a few drinks, she knew her resistance would fade.
“No, he tends to leave flyering to us juniors,” Sally said. “So, you ready?”
Amber grabbed her coat, made her goodbyes to the rest of the office and headed to the pub, pleased to have Sally’s interesting music chatter to take her mind off Will.
After a couple of pints at the pub, they moved on to the venue only to be greeted with free shots of some acrid tasting spirit that was being promoted.
“Never say no to free drink,” said Sally. “The pay’s so shit in this industry, you take what you can get. It’s not like Elijah ever pays for it, even though we’re only here for him.”
Amber gulped. Much as she’d hated Euan, at least he’d paid expenses. Worse still, when she looked in her purse she realised that she only had enough money for her cab home. The shots were the only option, and so it was that she found herself feeling rather tipsy by the time the first band walked on to the stage.
“Go on, have another,” Sally said.
“I shouldn’t,” resisted Amber. “I’m already pretty hammered. “
“Go on, we don’t start until 10. Plenty of time to sleep it off.”
The first chords of the band’s opening number started up. It was easier for Amber to simply nod than try to explain to Sally that she thought it was a bad idea.
Looking back, she wasn’t sure whether it was the drink, the buzz of her new job or simply stupidity that had led to events backstage. Sally had dragged Amber into the grubby dressing room after the gig to meet The Swerves, who she was convinced were going to make it big. After stealing beers from the band’s rider, and making Dan, the tall, dark and sideburn-baring lead singer, excited with promises of potential stardom, Sally received a phone call and left. Amber was alone with Dan but he was an easy conversationalist, and generous with his beers, so Amber was more than happy.
Given the extent of his hospitality, when Dan said that they needed a manger to generate publicity and book gigs, it seemed only fair to offer her services. Her PR credentials impressed Dan and, before she knew it, they were shaking hands on the deal. The look on Sally’s face when she’d returned from her call and learnt about Amber’s new role was priceless.
“One day in the industry and you’re going into management?” she said. “Do you know anything about management at all?”
“Dan said they wanted PR and gigs booked. I’ve done PR for years and how hard can it be to phone a venue?”
“You have no idea,” said Sally. “And what about having to negotiate their contract if we sign them?”
“You what?”
“There’s more to being a manager than gigs and PR. Back out now. It’s such grief.”
But the drink she’d had made Amber stubborn.
“No. It’ll be cool. I can ask you for help if I get stuck.”
“Bit of a conflict of interests,” Sally muttered under her breath, but Amber ignored her and headed into the loo.
Who’s That Girl?
“Have you just been backstage with The Swerves?”
Amber looked up to see a stunning woman with tumbling blonde ringlets and a torn black torn dress that revealed more than it concealed. The slur in her voice suggested she’d been enjoying the free shots as much as Amber had been.
“Yep. I’m their manager,” she said.
“No you’re not,” the woman replied.
“I bloody am,” Amber came back.
“Since when?” The blonde eyed Amber up and down suspiciously, her gaze lingering on Amber’s breasts.
“Since Dan asked me.”
“Fucking lying cow.”
Before Amber realised what was happening, the woman slapped her across the face. She’d never had a fight before but the alcohol flooding Amber’s system made her see red and she instinctively fought back. The blonde blocked her first attempt so Amber tried grabbing at her clothes to hold her still and get her shot in. There was no way someone was hitting her without getting their just desserts.
Before long, the women had fallen to the floor and, when the blonde leaned forward and grabbed a hank of Amber’s hair, Amber was finally in the right position to get a grip on her dress. She pulled at it, hard, but rather than bringing her opponent close enough to strike, it simply ripped down the front, exposing the blonde’s breasts.
The shock of the rip jolted Amber out of her anger.
“Fuck, sorry,” she said.
The blonde’s mood had also changed.
“Don’t be. That was fucking hot.”
In an instant, the half-naked woman grabbed Amber and kissed her hard on the lips, her breasts rubbing against Amber’s nipples, hardening through her T-shirt. Amber had never been with a woman before but this felt natural and she found herself responding, in a shocked daze from the woman’s random behaviour. Her tongue tangled with the blonde’s and her pussy twitched as she felt feminine fingers trailing down her body and undoing her jeans. Amber felt he clit harden as the girl stroked her, softly at first then squeezing her tight. She gasped.
“Oh, you like it rough,” said the blonde. “Me too.”
She pushed Amber’s jeans down to mid-thigh, and plunged her fingers hard and deep into her centre, rubbing her G-spot so firmly that Amber knew her orgasm wouldn’t take long to come. She moaned again and again.
“Sh! We don’t want anyone catching us. I’ll have to shut you up.”
The girl turned and straddled Amber’s face, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. She lowered her pussy onto Amber’s mouth, then leaned forward to suck Amber’s clit, her fingers resuming their persistent probing.
“Lick me,” she demanded. “I’m not moving until I come.”
Amber did as she was told, liking the tangy taste as her tongue lapped up woman’s juices. She liked the idea of making another woman come, she realised, and sucked the blonde’s clit hard, flickering her tongue over its tip, then lapping in more delicate, teasing strokes. As she felt her pussy spasm under the around the blonde’s clever fingers, she emulated her behaviour, fingers sliding into the ridged, tight c**t that was hovering over her face.
The stranger sped up her movements now and Amber matched them, her head spinning as the whole world shrank down to coming and making her companion come. When the blonde slipped a finger into Amber’s arse it was too much and she practically screamed as she came, the noise muffled by the thighs around her face. She lapped, licked, sucked and fingered as if her life depended on it and soon she was rewarded by a squirt of female ejaculate covering her face and the blonde falling forwards, biting her knuckles to stifle her own screams.
The pair lay there for a moment, recovering and, as the tension was gone, Amber was brought back to the grubbiness of the surroundings.
“We should get cleaned up,” said the blonde, standing and helping Amber up. “This place is disgusting.”
“Agreed.”
They paused and went to the sinks to wash up.
“So, er, what’s your name?” Amber asked. It seemed only polite to ask.
“Daisy,” the blonde replied.
“Nice to meet you Daisy and, er, sorry about the dress. Here, I’ve got a safety pin in my bag. That should hold it together until you get home.”
“Very punk,” said the girl. “Thanks. And don’t worry about it. I can always get Dan to buy me a new one. His dad’s loaded and gives him loads of cash.”
Amber had a bad feeling.
“Are you telling me you’re Dan’s girlfriend?”
“Yes. But don’t worry. I won’t tell him. Can’t see he’d be too impressed at his new manager fucking his girl, and I like having you around so it’s in my interests to stay schtum.”
Daisy pecked Amber coyly on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom. Amber followed, relieved to see Sally at the bar. She couldn’t have faced Dan seconds after she’d made his girlfriend come.
“I need to go home. Is that OK?”
“Fine, I do this on my own all the time,” Sally said. “And you do look totally shagged. See you tomorrow.”
Amber smiled wryly at the truth in Sally’s words. What sort of a woman was she, fucking a strange woman in a grimy bar toilet? But despite her shame, as she waited for her cab home, she knew she’d have to use her Rabbit when she got there.
Read Part Three of Making Sweet Music.
