Irony of Fate - New Rewrite - part 8 (Patreon)

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Part 8

“Relax, Emily,” Michael’s voice was a low murmur, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re tense. Let me help you unwind.”

She opened her mouth for a response, but instead let out a gasp as Michael pressed against her and kissed her passionately, his lips crashing into hers. She couldn't believe that this happening! But at the same time, she felt how her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress and felt the warmth rising between her legs...

Her stomach churned. The man she once was, the powerful, arrogant Michael Johnson, would have never imagined that he will one day kiss a man, and not only a man, but himself, pretending to be some Emily girl, who will work as a lowly intern! She hated herself for liking it, for enjoying the feeling of Michael's lips against her own, of his hands roaming her body.

At that very moment, when Emily had already forgotten herself, a loud intercom ring interrupted the two of them and the familiar voice of secretary Angela filled the office. "Mr. Johnson, sorry for disturbing you, but Mr. Thompson and Mr. Williams are here for the meeting! Can they come in?"

Michael released Emily from his arms, pushing her away a little. "Yes, they can," he said with a heavy sigh, then turned to Emily, his expression hardening. “Under the desk,” he ordered quietly with a nod, his eyes darkening. Emily stared back at him for a moment, unable to move.

Emily’s heart leapt into her throat, panic seizing her. “What?” Emily whispered, horrified by the idea of what Michael was asking her to do. He couldn’t be serious. But the look in his eyes told her he was.

“Now,” he hissed, pushing her towards the desk. She stumbled, nearly falling over in her heels as she tried to keep her balance. But Michael's powerful expression didn't allow her any resistance, so Emily bit her lip in frustration, clenching her teeth tightly and quickly moved to the desk.

It was a familiar place to Emily. She had worked here for so long and it had once belonged to her, and now she crawled under this very desk! Her cheeks burned with humiliation as her knees hit the cool wood floor, and she heard Michael's voice coming from the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Thompson, Mr. Williams." Michael said in a casual tone, but then their laughter echoed through the office. “Ah, gentlemen, come in, come in,” he continued, sounding more cheerful as they entered the room. "I've been looking forward to this meeting," he added.

Michael's shoes appeared in Emily's vision as he walked to his chair, sitting down right above her. She swallowed nervously, trying to calm her breathing. 'This is insane...' Emily whispered to herself, clenching her fists at the floor.

“So, Johnson,” Mr. Thompson’s deep voice cut through the air, “what’s your plan for closing the deal with the Chinese partners? You’ve been teasing us with this for weeks now.” Emily felt the words like a punch to the gut, and she bit her lip. This was her deal, her perfectly calculated strategy.

“Well, Thompson, the trick is simple,” Michael began with that same condescending tone Emily had perfected over the years. He continued, his voice dripping with confidence and authority.

'That’s my plan, you son of a bitch' she thought, gritting her teeth. 'That's my strategy, my de-' but Michael’s shoe interrupted her, pressing her to himself and her mind went blank.

"Emily," a hushed whisper that sliced through her panic, "what are you waiting for? Get to it." She froze. He couldn't mean... no, he couldn't be serious. She heard a quiet sigh on the other side. "What's wrong?" he hissed quietly, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. "Do you need me to spell it out for you? You're not here to sit around and look pretty. Now do your job."

Emily's eyes widened in disbelief. 'This bastard is...is he...no way! That's my body and I can't!...Can't be...' she screamed inside in her head, unable to even move or respond. 'I will never use weird apps again in my life! NEVER!'

With a deep breath, she leaned forward, slowly and carefully, praying the men seated across the desk wouldn’t notice the movement below. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the zipper of Michael's pants, her heart pounding in her chest. 'It's just...just like...jerking myself...' she tried to calm herself while unzipping the zipper. She could hear her blood rushing in her ears as she pulled it down, the sound impossibly loud.

“So, when do you think we can expect the contracts to be signed?” Michael continued the conversation as if nothing was happening. His dick was soft when she finally managed to unzip his pants fully. Her eyes flicked up, watching him for any reaction but there seemed like he did not even notice her, the focus of the meeting was on the topic. 'Maybe they'll leave now and I won't have to do it. Please let it go.' she hoped, but Michael's leg's moved, hinting her to continue.

With a defeated sigh, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his soft dick. It was so weird to be touching another man's penis, althought it was still her penis technically that she jerked off as Michael many times in her life. But this was completely different and weird...and she felt as if she would die from the sheer humiliation of the act.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and tried to remember all those times she jerked off, the movements she did, the sensations she felt. The conversation above her continued, the men oblivious to the horror unfolding beneath the desk. As Emily’s hand moved reluctantly, she heard them laughing, talking about how they were going to crush the competition - her competition.

Her mind raced, trying to block out what she was doing, trying to focus on the voices, on the deal, on anything but the reality of the situation. And besides, she didn't want to miss anything important from this discussion, still believing that this deal was hers and when she gets back in her body she should know all the details... if she gets back.