Mr. Blue Balls was online, but for some reason he didn't message me. I waited, reloaded the page and nothing. I was tired enough, and when I rolled over on the bed, I slept clinging to Chase.
"Hi, little boy." He climbed onto the bed, ran over to me, and climbed onto my stomach, settling in after turning around a few times without moving. I stroked its soft fur. 'Are you comfortable there?'
— Meow.
I smiled.
My mini Chase project.
Chase…
I visualized him taking off his shirt, button by button. Heat surged up my legs and intensified in my inner thighs. Did he notice how almost aroused I was?
Oh God...
Chase started to purr as he stroked her belly.
At least one of them likes me.
A notification beeped on my notebook. I rolled onto my side, forgetting that the cat was on my belly, and it fell onto the bed. He meowed and landed a kick on my skin. I gathered my eyebrows.
Abused.
Mr. Blue Balls texted me.
Mr. Blue Balls: What would you say if he said my day was shit?
A: Get in line.
I typed.
Mr. Blue Balls: What would make you have a bad day?
A: Not what, who.
Mr. Blue Balls: Tell me how your day was, A.
A: H?
Mr. Blue Balls: Until further notice, I'll call her A.
The cool. It might be. But I'll call you Perverted Cretin. Name: Cretin. Last name: Pervert.
Mr. Blue Balls: Fair enough.
I smiled and Chase climbed back up to me, this time he climbed up to my chest.
A: Apart from my boss, my day was nice. He's an asshole.
Mr. Blue Balls: I want to know more. You know… I shouldn't tell you, but I just hit one for my secretary. I beat you, so far.
I sat up and this time I picked up Chase and put him on my lap. I caressed him gently.
A: Sounds interesting. Tell me more.
Mr. Blue Balls: Then I'm the pervert... well... it all happened when she accidentally spilled coffee on me, then I took off my clothes in front of her and noticed that... she got a little excited.
Oh my God!
I widened my eyes. My fingers suddenly locked, and my throat went dry.
— Chase?!
The other Chase lifted his little head and meowed.
A wave of despair rippled through my body. My heart raced, uncompensated. Maybe I was just delusional. I'm groggy after all. I rubbed my eyes and read the messages again.
Do not. I'm not delusional. It's real!
The person I'm talking to in an anonymous chat is… my boss.
Mr. Blue Balls: Now it's your turn.
What do I do?
What if I say who I am? Her breathing began to increase, her chest rising and falling, while the butterflies in her stomach took over the rest of her body. I was paralyzed. Ashamed. ecstatic. And… excited.
A: I have to sleep. I will wake up early tomorrow.
Mr. Blue Balls: Oh no… we haven't even talked about how hot my secretary's ass is. And I know… I'm perverted for saying that. She was kind to me. She washed the suit and came to deliver it.
I swallowed hard.
I bit my bottom lip.
A: Tell her more.
I didn't know exactly where that exact second would go, but I had a feeling it would change my life forever. And I was completely right.