IRE Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked

“You do realize you’re an idiot, right? I’m not telling you something you don’t already know. ”

“Mr. Carpenter, you’re right. What am I going to do?” Dennis whined.

“How much is missing from Mr. Cates account?”

“Five million.”

“The same five million I told you to leave in his account,” John reclined, frustrated. “Damn. Has he gotten wind of its disappearance?”

“Not to my knowledge. I don’t know what happened. I gave his accountant clear instructions.”

“That was your first mistake. The firm has primary control of Mr. Cates holdings. You could have acted on his behalf. It wasn’t necessary to involve his accountant. We have two separate books.” He exhaled and fell silent in thought.

Dennis stood nervously. “I’ll turn in my letter of resignation immediately.”

“No. I mean yes. I need your letter of resignation at once.”

“Excuse me.”

“Sit down and shut up,” John said impatiently. “Bring me your letter is resignation and on the way back grab Liz, I need her to notarize a promissory note. The Cates account is worth four million dollars which is a steal in today’s market. They’re a loyal family; we can’t loose their trust regardless of who’s at fault. I’ll make it look as if we’ve taken our fee early this year. And you will sign a promissory note for the remaining million. You have a week to find and return the money back to the firm.”

“I don’t—“

“Yeah yeah yeah. You’re glad I saved your ass. Get out and bring Liz back with you.” He said turning his attention back to his work.

Dennis rose, brushing away the last of his nerves. “Thank you sir.”

“You’re still standing there.” He murmured without looking up. “I’m beginning to rethink my decision.”

“Alright, I’m going.” He turned, almost knocking into Tammy in his hurry.

“Hey, what’s going with him?” she asked, locking the door behind her.

“It’s a long and not a very interesting story. What are you doing here? Did George remove your shackles or did you gnaw through them again?” he said pulling Tammy into his lap.

“I had to get out of there. I’m going cross-eyed. I don’t think I can read another word.” She yawned. “I’m so tired.”

“You look it. So I’m guessing lunch and dinner are out of the question.” He grumbled. It had been over two weeks since they’d any sufficient amount of quality time together and from the disappointment in his eyes; Tammy could see it was wearing on him.

“I’m sorry but we’re going to dinner as a group.”

“We’re? Whose ‘we’re’?

“The fact-hounds….Nina, Jeff, Gwen, Stewart, and me. Jeff pulled some strings and got us a last minute reservation at LeGrange.”

“Ah, LaGrange! Fancy.” He said unimpressed by Jeff’s characteristic “nothing but the best” antics.

“You can come along if you’d like. I assumed you wouldn’t come.”

“I can’t make it. I have a few cases I need to review,” easing Tammy from his lap he walked to his wall of books. Tammy followed, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Resting her face against his back, she could smell his masculine scent.

“Are you angry with me?” she asked.

He turned taking her in arms, “Of course not. You’re working. Why would I be upset?”

“We haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately because I’m always working”, she said, running her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. John caught a deep breath. “And I know how much you hate Jeff.”

“I don’t hate Jeff. I despise him. I think he’s a sneaky lowlife piece of shit but I don’t hate him. Whoa!” he flinched as Tammy lower herself before him, unfasten his trousers and took his length into her mouth and sucked gently, tenderly, flicking her tongue over the tip.

“Damn Tammy.” He held the back of her head tenderly and groaned. Her mouth opened, she sucked the tip as her hands to guide him in. His thigh muscles tighten, she slowly moved him down her throat. Her head and hand moved in unison, he gripped her head ever so slightly watching his cock as it grew between her lips. She looked up into his eyes surprised by how much the sight of his gratification aroused her. He moaned repeatedly, she sucked deeper. She knew her man, he was close. He pulled away, gripping her under her arms and pulling her up.

Tammy held his face is her hands hungrily kissing him. His tongue searched her mouth, craving her tongue, wedging his hands between their bodies, unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it away from her while forcing her back against the mirrored bar, stripping her of her skirt and panties and hastily removing his remaining garments.

With one hand she reached down, “Oh shit,” she whimpered as she traced over his stiff cock. His cobalt eyes met hers with a boyish grin and gave a cocky laugh as he firmly holding her ass, lifting her off the floor, and depositing her on the bar.

“John wait.” She begged. Without delay, he parted her legs and thrust himself inside her.

“Ohhh!” She gasped and moaned; one hand braced against the cold marble, the other holding on to John’s flexing shoulder. Their eyes locked as he moved deeper, hitting every spot imaginable.

“You were saying?” he said against her mouth.

“Never mind.” She shook her head, breathless. He pulled one of her legs over his forearm, leaning into her hard. “Holy shit, John!” she cried.

“Shhh,” he whispered, covering her mouth with his free hand. She arched towards him, opening her pussy to his cock and to her unending pleasure. Locking her leg behind his hips and drew him towards her his stomach tightened with each thrust of his hips. He moved harder and faster, in and out, deeper and deeper. Her eyes said she was on the verge of collapse. She shook her face free of his hand.

“Fuck me. Fuck me,” she mouthed and nodded. He looked at their reflection in the mirrored backsplash, watching Tammy’s body welcoming him. “Fuck me harder,” she mouthed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at their reflection.

“Oh you want to watch?” he murmured into her ear.

“Yes, please.”

With rapid precision, he turned her around to the mirror, bent her over, clenched ass and plunged pussy from behind with concentrated passion.
“Well goddamn.” She moaned, continually arching in pleasure and momentary discomfort while taking in their show. As demanding as his cock was moving inside of her slick hole, she encouraged him, begging for more, harder.

John held Tammy’s waist, her nice brown ass shook with each tap. His breathing quickened, he was loosing his mind.
“Cum in me. Fill me up, please.” She urged him on, realizes his orgasm was approaching. Unable to fend hers off any longer, her pussy gripped his cock as her orgasm had its way with them both. John covered her mouth as she screamed, simultaneously he exhale the long quiet, ragged breath as he came in waves.

Tammy fell against the bar, exhausted. John braced his arms on either side of her, catching his breath. They looked up at their reflection and laughed.

“We’d better get cleaned up.” he said, helping her up.


The office was completely quiet. Everyone had gone for the evening. Tammy had headed home to get dressed for her group’s dinner at LeGrange. John sat going over the last of his case files. His mind drifted back to Tammy’s inquire earlier that day before mid day slam-fest. “Are you angry with me?” she’d asked. His kneejerk reply was “no” and upon further study, his answer remained unchanged. He wasn’t angry with her. He was jealous of the time Jeff was spending with her.

He tapped his pen against his forehead in thought. Nothing about their relationship was set in stone. There were no verbal commits on either side. He thought their “understanding” would be enough for him but it wasn’t. Tammy had all but said she’d be open to an exclusive relationship but he needed to hear the words. He needed to talk to her. The clock read seven o’clock. Maybe he would meet them for dinner after all. The sooner he could get her out of there the sooner their conversation could begin. Hastily packing up belongings, he left for the restaurant.

Tammy sat waiting in the over decorated restaurant for the others to arrive. She saw Jeff being led to the table by the host. There was no mistaking his dark hair and arrogant swagger. Tall, fit, handsome and devilishly charming. Every single woman in the place had their eyes glued to him and he knew it. He smiled as he passed a table of ladies, Tammy rolled her eyes.

“Sorry I’m late.” He said, kissing Tammy on her cheek.

“No problem. I figured you’d be late but where’s everybody else?” she asked looking around. Jeff unfolded and placed his napkin in his lap, disregarding her question. “Jeff! Where are the others?” she demanded.

“They’re not coming. It’s just you and me.” He said looking through the menu, unaware that Tammy was boiling with anger.

“You’re pathetic. What are you up to?”

“Look, I’m not up to anything. You’ve been walking around looking depressed these last few weeks so I just wanted to treat you to dinner but I knew you wouldn’t accept.” For the first time, he looked at her with sincerity in his hazel eyes.

“So you tricked me into coming? And how is that supposed to endear me to you?” she snapped.

He leaned in,” I wanted to be upfront with you but you seem to have a chip on your shoulder and I don’t know what I’ve done to offend you. Seriously, until we were assigned to this project, we never worked together and rarely said two words to one another. So tell me, what I’ve done to you?”

Tammy leaned forward, hushing her voice. “You haven’t done anything to me but I see the way you treat the other ladies in the office and I don’t want any part of it. You’re not ruining my reputation.”

“What,” his face turned in genuine confusion. “How can I ruin your reputation? I’ve gone out with two women that work for the firm and one of them works in our DC office. She’s never worked in the Boston office. But If you’ve formed your opinion of me based on office gossip then you’re no better than they are. At least they gave me a shot whereas you would condemn me before knowing the facts.”

He had a point and Tammy knew it.

“Hello sir.” the host greeted John as he came through the door. “Do you have a reservation?”

“No, I’m meeting colleagues for dinner.” John said, peering around the restaurant. Looking passed the table of women; he spots Tammy and Jeff leaning into one another talking, at a table set for two.

“What is the name of your party?” the host asked. John didn’t reply, he could avert his stare for them. “Sir?” the host repeated, getting John’s attention. “The name of your party, sir.”

“On second thought, it’s getting late and I don’t see them. I think I'll call it a night.” He said calmly, and turned to leave but retraced a half step. “Thank you. Have a good night.”

“Good night, sir.” 


It was going on one o’clock am when Tammy walked through his door. She went straight through his darkened bedroom into the bathroom without speaking. John heard the shower come to life as he lay numb, the image of them sitting there replaying in his head. He can’t comprehend how or what he was feeling. Up until a few hours ago he’d been all too certain of Tammy’s honesty but there was no questioning what he’d seen. But at the same time, they weren’t in a “relationship”. But how could he trust her now?

He heard the shower die and minutes later Tammy emerged and slipped into bed beside him. He shifted away from her.