Stunned into silence for a few seconds while I processed the sight in front of me, I took it all in with a gasp. On the desk, legs spread wide open, her dress around her waist, was Zelda, the receptionist who’d started at the firm a couple of weeks ago. And pounding in to her was Marcus, protégé extraordinaire, grunting how much he loved fucking her pussy. I hated office parties, and this one was fast turning into a nightmare. I’d come with Marcus —our third date as a couple in the public eye—to celebrate the new client the firm had snagged this week. We’d been dating for a few weeks now and I was officially his girlfriend. At least, that’s what I was lead to believe. Both blond heads turned toward me, two sets of eyes wide and confused. “You’re a…you’re a cock sucking… motherfucking bastard!!” I screeched. Sweet Lord, did that just come from my mouth?
