Page 2 of Office Match

“Everyone is into me.”

I can’t help the scoff that bubbles in my throat, causing me to snort, and when I chance a look at Calvin, his jaw has sharpened and his eyes have narrowed.

“Calvin, honey. I really think you need to get yourself home, jerk off or something. Hell, treat yourself and order one of those bimbos and do your thing. It might make you feel better, because I can assure you, you’ve lost your damn mind if you think I’m even remotely attracted to you.”

His jaw tics and the vein in his temple pulsates, making me wonder if I went a little too far. So instead of sticking around and getting my ass fired, I snatch up the files from his desk and beeline toward the door.

But maybe I should take some of my own advice and get laid tonight too. I bite into my lip as a smile forms on my face; I know the exact app to use tonight.

Oblivion.

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Calvin

Iscroll through the terms and conditions of the app and press the green button to activate my account.

As soon as Emily ran out of my office after insulting me, I realized she had a good point. I need to get laid, ASAP, and what better way to do it than with a new dating app which was cocreated by a friend.

Oblivion—named after his family nightclub.

The app works to hook you up with someone in the local area, based on a sex test, and to add to the element of intrigue, you don’t add a photo. If you choose to meet, you do so at the club where each member is monitored and registered, therefore giving both parties security and anonymity.

The nightclub recently reopened after a fire and now has a a sex club level with private rooms available. My cock throbs thinking about using the app for the first time, craving something more than the regular dull fucks. The thought of not knowing what that more is only adds to the seductive element that causes excitement to fill my veins like a drug.

After scrolling through the ridiculous amount of questions, it begins giving me an abundance of matches, and a nervous energy rushes through me. I sit back in my chair, ignoring the mounting paperwork on my desk, and gnaw on the edge of my thumb.

My phone pings and I smile. That didn’t take long.

When I lift my phone to see only two matches have been found, I wonder if there’s been a glitch with the system. I’m pretty damn certain I’m missing a couple hundred. This is definitely something that needs reported, because I never double dip and just dropped too much money on this membership for it to fail so epically early on.

Irritation slithers through my blood, but I knock it aside and decide to deal with the error next time I have a hookup. I flick open the first match and grimace. The back of someone’s head with long blonde hair looks too familiar, so I scroll onto the next.

A blue dragon tattoo on the lower part of the woman’s back makes me lean forward and zoom in. This is different; I’ve never had sex with anyone with tattoos before, always so polished and put together, tattoos scream fun and out of the ordinary for me. They’re not exactly my thing, not normally, anyway, but the whole point of this app is to try something different. Something more.

I press the green button to start the interaction, and a grin spreads over my face when a chat box with my app name pops up—Blade. It’s the nickname I was gifted at my private school when I was stabbed in the stomach during a school excursion in Mexico and didn’t so much as wince. Hurt like a bitch, but I feigned confidence, got myself a cool nickname, and it brought the girls flocking. Win fucking win.

The other user’s name pops up, and my smile grows further.

Submissive.

Sounds fucking perfect if you ask me.

My heart rate picks up when the three dots appear and my little submissive types away, and what she says not only blows my mind but almost my cock too.

Submissive:Does your name mean you bring a blade with you for our meet?

Yeah, my cock weeps and my balls threaten to blow because holy shit, not only is this thing a done deal already but she sure as shit will not be happy with a pump and dump. Exactly what I need, more.

Blade:Would you like that?

Submissive:Fuck yes.

Jesus Christ, I swipe another hand through my hair, my body thrumming with excitement.

Blade:Only if you submit like a good girl.

I smirk.

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