"Forget it, I still have plenty left," I said, shaking my head.
"No way, you're so handsome, in good shape. You must have women around you like busy bees." Vivian looked at me in disbelief.
Just then, as someone left the seat beside me, she sat down and we chatted with our arms close, making us look like a couple to anyone who didn't know us.
"I don't always use condoms. It ruins the experience," I explained.
"Yeah, but a lot of people still find it enjoyable with condoms. Maybe you're not using them right?" Vivian suggested, wearing a seductive expression.
"Not using them right? I mean, you just tear open the package and put it on, right? What else is there to it?" I asked, genuinely confused.
From my understanding, condoms had two main purposes: preventing pregnancy and STDs.
Yet, none of the women I had been with got pregnant, and as for diseases, they were all very clean. Even Jessica, who occasionally saw male models, stuck to the same few guys whom she financially supported.
"You can't just talk about it; you have to try it yourself, you know? How about you come to my shop after work tonight, and I'll teach you?" After saying that, Vivian kept staring at my crotch.
Following her gaze, I realized my erection, which Jessica had caused in the morning, was still very much present and bulging in my pants.
Even when soft, my penis was larger than many men's when hard. Now, fully erect and straining against my slim-fit trousers, its size was unmistakable.
Vivian seemed both surprised and intrigued by the sight, as if she was considering what it might be like to experience it for herself.
'When a beautiful woman offers herself, why refuse?' I thought to myself.
"Sure, I remember I had your number. I'll contact you after work tonight."
"Okay, this is my stop. Call me tonight," Vivian said as she got up and got off. I exited at the next stop and headed to the office.
By the time I arrived, Jessica was already at Emily's desk assigning tasks to her. As I passed them on my way to my seat, Jessica subtly glanced at me.
"Morning," I greet them casually.
Jessica and Emily both greeted me back as if they each thought I was only greeting her.
After seeing each other's responses, they both look at each other in surprise.
Emily explained first, "We greet each other politely every morning when we meet at work. I thought today would be the same. Sorry, Ms. Thomas, I didn't know he was greeting you."
"It's okay, let's continue discussing work," Jessica replied with a smile.
I sat at my desk, and Mia walked towards me with a bunch of files in her hands, looking like she's assigning me tasks.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't you promise to go furniture shopping with me for the new house? I called you last night, but you didn't answer," she said, clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, Ms. Taylor," I apologize, pulling out my phone and seeing the missed calls. "I just got back from overseas and my jet lag is still messing with me. I went to bed early and didn't hear the phone. My bad."
My apology was genuine, and even though Mia was irritated, she couldn't really show it too much.
She seemed like she wanted to say more, but just then, Jessica walked by. I could tell she slowed down on purpose, probably curious about what was going on between Mia and me.
Mia noticed Jessica too and quickly changed the subject.
"It's okay, but if you haven't rested, go home and rest. Don't force yourself, it will affect your work if you get sick," she cautioned.
"It's okay, Ms. Taylor. I got a good night's sleep and I'm feeling great now," I reassured her.
"Alright then. Just make sure you finish the tasks I've given you by the end of the day. I'll check them before you leave," she added.
"Will do," I said, ready to get started.
I took the files and got to work. Mia noticed Jessica was still hanging around the outer office but didn't say anything. She just headed back to her own office.
A bit later, I needed to use the restroom. As soon as I walked in, I heard the click of high heels behind me.
I turned around and saw Jessica. She had actually followed me into the men's restroom!
I knew she was bold, but this was a whole new level. I quickly pulled her into a stall, pressing her against the door.
"Are you crazy? Following me in here—what if someone sees us?" I whispered urgently.
"Relax, I checked before I came in. Come on, I want it again. Let's do it right here," she said, her voice low and insistent.
"No way! The walls are too thin. If someone hears us, we're done," I argued.
But Jessica was determined. She reached out and lightly touched me through my suit pants. I quickly grabbed my belt to stop her from pulling my pants down, but to my surprise, she went straight for the zipper.
Her slender fingers slipped into my pants, touching me through my underwear. The sensation was light, soft, like feathers brushing over me—ticklish and pleasant.
"Don't play around! I'm serious," I warned.
"I'm serious too. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one finds out," she ensured.
Jessica looked at me with moist eyes, full of desire and lust for sex.
Her hands were on my penis, touching and stroking, moving upwards to my chest.
A slender index finger slipped through the gap between two buttons, teasing my chest and playing with my nipples.
It was the first time a woman had taken the initiative like this in front of me, and she was a top-notch beauty.
So, what reason did I have to refuse? I said hoarsely, "You started this, so don't regret it later."