Free Substitute by Isobel Rey Page A

soft and caressing. She imagined it plunged deep into her pussy.
    She tried not to look at Richard’s stiffening cock, tried not to imagine what it looked like. Was it big? Would it be circumcised? Romy told her American men usually were. Did it have a marble smooth helmet like Tony’s?
    Richard was definitely hard now; the zip of his jeans was straining to contain his erection. But he remained remarkably contained.
    ‘You still ain’t told me what happened today,’ he said.
    ‘Oh.’ Alexia sighed, brought back to reality. ‘Today … Well. It kind of started the other day when I was at an office party. I’d only been there a couple of days, so I didn’t really know anyone. I needed a pee and the only free bathroom was off the boardroom, which is part of the boss’s office – there’s an en suite. So I went in, but then these two people came into the boardroom and I had to hide. The guy’s called Tony, he’s a bit of a player, and the girls in the office are always flirting with him. Well, he and this woman, they …’
    ‘I think I get the picture.’ He took a long, suggestive gulp of wine. Alexia watched as it moistened his lips. She knew Richard was imagining the boardroom and she was wishing she was in that fantasy with him, splayed on the table, waiting to be speared. She thought of Tony’s cock, then tried to imagine Richard standing there, with trousers peeled down, his erection standing to attention ready for action. But she kept seeing Tony’s face, Tony’s cock as she tried to imagine Richard. Maybe it was because she knew what it looked like, and Richard’s was still a dark secret hidden under the straining denim.
    ‘So, I watched them,’ said Alexia, and let the words hang between them.
    Richard was no longer so completely still. The image of Alexia watching a fucking couple from her secret hideaway was clearly cracking his composure. She could see him pulling his hips backwards as if trying to ease the pressure on his manhood. It aroused her.
    ‘He was pretty merciless, but it wasn’t like Carter, it was … She wanted it that way.’
    Richard’s breathing became slightly ragged.
    ‘He kept making her wait; he was playing with her and it made me …’
    Richard finished her sentence. ‘Made you want it too.’
    ‘Yes!’ The word tumbled out of her in a half whisper. She realised she’d answered a little too quickly, too eagerly. She blushed again.
    ‘Well, what’s so bad about that? You’re a healthy young woman, and watching people fuck should make you have that reaction.’
    Alexia looked down and took a deep breath, then another glug of wine.
    ‘It wasn’t that … It was when they’d finished. The woman, she left the room, but he came into the bathroom and caught me.’
    ‘Oh fuck!’
    ‘Quite! He offered to do me the same service – and I panicked. But that’s not the worst of it.’
    ‘Oh God.’ Richard snorted. ‘There’s more?’
    ‘As he was leaving, this man came in. He’s the boss of the company, Nathan.’
    Richard nodded. Suddenly, all the names Romy had mentioned in connection with Alexia were making sense. Carter, Tony, Nathan. Quite a collection for a quiet little girl.
    ‘He took one look at us and thought it was me Tony had been shagging!’
    Richard nodded and let out a long, slow whistle. Then his eyebrows knitted and he looked quizzically at her.
    ‘Um, where’d the cupboard come in?’
    ‘What?’ Alexia was confused, then remembered how she’d opened their conversation.
    ‘Oh … Well, today, I had to get something from the stationery cupboard. It’s a huge cupboard and it’s well away from the offices, and while I was in there …’
    ‘Nathan came in?’
    ‘What? No.’ Alexia felt a huge, curling rush in her pussy at the thought of Nathan in the cupboard with her. ‘No, it was Tony …’ She stopped.
    ‘I can see how this would be a little confusing,’ said Richard, trying to keep up. He took a huge glug of wine and