Zero in on Point 2: Focus Pt. 02

Zero in on Point 2: Focus Pt. 02

In my office, I received a notification on my phone. "Uh, Lizzie?" I called to her.

She responded, "Yeah?"

"I'll be in a meeting for the next hour or so. Mind turning on the camera and mic?"

She questioned, "Microphone too?"

"Yeah, just to be safe."

Before I could shut the door, she asked, "Keep it down?"

"I guess so."

I wheeled my chair to my desk and adjusted my appearance before joining the video conference. I was well-prepared for the meeting, given my practice with short-notice sessions. However, when I saw my boss and other team members on the screen, I realized Dr. Michael Vespertine was present as well. He'd been a stressor in the past.

The meeting began with my boss reviewing the recent security failure, when a class 3 incident occurred. A researcher was injured, and we would have to work more hours to overcome this setback. Frowning, I quickly attempted to appear neutral and professional. I kept my focus on my boss and the other men on the screen, paying particular attention to Dr. Vespertine's eyes.

He stared straight at me, smiling coldly, regardless of the blurriness due to his position against the camera.

Without warning, Lizzie kneeled by my side and caressed my hips. "You like being afraid, don't you?" She giggled when she saw my reaction.

"No, that was one time!"

Her grin didn't fade. "You did like it last time."

I looked among my coworkers. The Doctor was still staring at me, not even blinking. I heard a familiar sound against my thighs. My heart raced. "Lizzie, please."

She slid her hand beneath my shirt, but I jerked away, causing her to giggle louder. My attempted stern lecture was interrupted by her finger tracing my waist, and the image of her lips on my pants' zipper. "Lizzie, a meeting."

She grasped the zipper. "Don't worry. They won't notice down there."

"Alex?" I heard my boss's voice through the speakers.

He asked, "You said something? Your voice sounded bent."

I took a deep breath, trying to forget Lizzie's hand on my groin. "It's just a shame that the security team has let us down, and I'm ready to work more hours to fix this."

My colleagues reiterated my words, and I breathed a sigh of relief, though I still felt their suspicion. Suddenly, Lizzie tightened her grip and pulled back, causing a moan to escape my lips. I pressed my palms against my mouth and froze, freaking out over accidentally being heard.

"Alex? What is it?"

My boss was suspicious, and that sent cold sweats down my back. Lizzie, who had my penis in her mouth now, simply kept going. Her handcovering my mouth as she gently tugged on my genitals.

I tried to recall everything I'd said, matching it with their reactions. My boss seemed unconvinced, and the Doctor still stared at me through the camera as if I wasn't taking the situation seriously.

I could only look away, embarrassed, as I suddenly felt a rush coming. I shut my eyes tight, nothing else mattered at that moment. I heard a muffled noise, my moan distorted by her hand, and my body trembled.

I swallowed hard as my eyes darted to the screen, feeling her gentle caresses on my skin. Her fingers drifted over my thighs, kisses on my stomach, down to my waistband, then stopping... I didn't need to look down, her smug grin was already burned into my mind. Her lips touched me again, my waistband, then... my stomach, my abs, my waist, my hips. Circling me. I wriggled restlessly.

"Hmm? You seem antsy already?" Her fingertips brushed against the bulge in my pants.

I couldn't dare respond. I felt warm. I wish I hadn't buttoned up my shirt all the way. So much for keeping it professional.

Her hands traced my waist, then dragged down. She halted at my waistband to play with it. Pulling it down a bit, then back up, then down again, teasing me with the possibility of taking it off.

I let out a soft sigh between clenched teeth. This was humiliating how turned on she'd gotten me. She hadn't even touched me yet.

My hand lifted from my desk and reached for my boxers, but she grabbed it and squeezed until I relinquished my grip. She placed my hand on my pants instead. I huffed but at least it wasn't nothing.

I straightened in my seat to get the pants off, trying to maintain a neutral expression as they slid to my ankles. I gazed fixedly at the screen, wishing the humiliation away.

Lizzie seemed happy with her new-found freedom, her kisses becoming more forceful. Down my stomach, then... past it again. Reaching my thighs, where she seemed to settle. Rolling up the leg of my boxers and showering me with kisses. Her hand rubbed my other thigh as she got closer and closer... stopped. Once more. I was starting to ache.

"What... What are you waiting for?" I whispered raggedly, peeking at her.

She gazed up at me, fluttering her lashes. "Oh, but Lizzie, I'm in a meeting with so many important people." She pouted. "I can't right now." That cruel smile.

"I-I... Didn't..."

She gripped my thigh tightly, causing me to writhe. She giggled. "What was that? I couldn't hear over the pathetic little noise you made."

I couldn't respond.

She rubbed my bulge, chuckling at the way my hips jerked. "Well, I can't say no to that, can I?"

I couldn't answer.

She notched a hand on my boxers, pulling them down a little before pulling them back up. Making me wait. I jerked involuntarily.

"L-Lizzie. Please."

"Hmmm? Please what?"

I gritted my teeth. She would not relent. "Please... I don't know- Ah! Damn!" I cut off, watching her pinch my thigh. Despite myself, I shifted to accommodate her. Her hand traced my bulge. "I like seeing you get so needy. It's cute."

"I am not needing-"

She squeezed my thigh again, unintentionally breaching my control. I groaned, unable to hide it.

She laughed. "What was that? I couldn't hear over the 'I must get fucked right now' noise you made."

I didn't say anything. Meeting. I had to remind myself I was in a meeting. Trying to concentrate on what they were saying. It's hard to focus. Not just because of Lizzie, but also the camera's glimpse of me. Red in the face, eyes pleading. I looked away.

"L-Lizzie. Please."

"Hmmm? Please what?"

I clenched my teeth. She'd never give me a break. "P-Please... I don't know- Just... fuck me, anything, I..."

"Anything?" The shift in her tone sent chills down my spine. I couldn't find it in me to care about it.

"Yes, anything." I answered hastily. "I... I need you. Please." My breath was shallow. My voice heavy with need.

"Well I can't refuse that, can I?" Lizzie giggled. It felt like she was mocking me with her slow pace.

She touched my waistband. "How funny you said that. I'll be back."

"Wh-What??"

Before I could complain, she'd disappeared from under the table, darting towards the door. I sucked in a breath, feeling my chest tighten. What now?

"Alexander."

My pulse quickened as The Doctor's deep voice echoed through my speakers. I dared not look away from the camera, meeting his unflinching gaze. His grin before was gone, replaced by ice in his stare. "Are you feeling unwell?" [

Gosh. Gosh. I caught sight of my own red face in the corner of my vision. "Um, yeah, I haven't been getting much sleep lately, and-"

"I see," came the disinterested voice from across the table. "We need you to focus, Alexander. This is pretty important."

"Yes ... sorry, sir."

"Good. Continue."

When the door clicked shut, I didn't acknowledge Lizzie's return, but instead double-checked that my microphone was muted.

I covered my mouth, feigning a cough, maintaining eye contact with the computer screen. "Lizzie, I'm not feeling great about this anymore."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" she inquired, tossing a pillow under the desk and sliding in. "If you're so nervous, focus on the meeting. I'll be here."

I froze. "Here helping with what?"

"Well~" She giggled, placing her hands on my thighs. "Your dick is still hard. It doesn't seem fair to leave you like this, does it?" Her breath was on me, making me shiver. "Plus, I haven't even tasted you yet."

Her lips were on me before I could respond, kissing the base of my shaft. I covered my moan with my hand, bucking towards her as she picked up the pace. Soon, my legs were entangling her, pulling her even closer.

"What were you saying before?" she asked between licks. A drop of pre-cum glistened on my shaft and she lapped it up, making me shudder. With each touch, the very little resolution I had left was further depleted, and I couldn't stop from moving my hips to the rhythm she set.

I didn't dare to answer. I had to keep my eyes on the computer. Meeting. Meeting. Meeting. Push the thoughts away.

Attempting to ignore it only made it worse, especially as she worked her way up to my tip. I bit down on my lip, letting out a groan. Up and down. Up and down. All I could feel was how warm she was, and how good it felt. Up and down. Up and down. Each time, she went a little deeper, milking moans from me. She sent her hands roaming, caressing my thighs, rubbing my balls. I wouldn't last much longer. I thrust my hips faster. Perhaps I didn't care.

In a fit of desperation, she slowed things down, taking me out of her mouth. "I'm so sorry, my tongue is a bit dry," she said softly. "Was I getting you close?"

I didn't dare speak. I could barely breathe, let alone think coherently in this state. My body trembled. Using what little strength I had, I wrapped an arm around her to keep her close.

Lizzie giggled, freeing her arm. Before I could question it, she was licking and sucking on my tip again.

Stay still. Stay still. If I was good enough at faking it, she'd push me over the edge accidentally. That's what I'd do.

She continued at the same leisured pace. It felt like she was studying me, testing out different tactics to see how I responded. Finally, she parted her lips, taking me into her mouth with a soft suction. Her fingers hastened their pace, teasing me even more.

I gripped the edge of the table, trying to keep my composure, striving to appear calm and unaffected. Suddenly, it became too much. I pushed myself into her mouth, but she stopped and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just getting a little tired," she said with a giggle. Her tongue snaked out and licked my tip, making small circles.

I couldn't keep my composure any longer. My hips started thrusting, and I pulled her mouth back to me, squeezing her.

Lizzie laughed. "So impatient." She pulled herself free, looking up into my eyes. "But aren't you lucky? I'm already feeling rather riled up for you." Before I could protest, her lips were back on my tip, bobbing in a slow rhythm. "Let's see how close you are," she muttered.

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my body tingling. She licked me up and down, focusing on my tip. Her pace quickened until I couldn't keep it in. I had to say something.

"I might be close," I whispered.

She paused, just for a moment. "Are you? Or just like to see me do..." Her voice trailed off before her hand started sliding over my balls.

A low moan escaped my lips. "I'm getting there," I gasped.

Her other hand tightened its grip on my shaft. She started moving just as fast as before. "You're so close, aren't you?" she asked, moving in time with my body.

The pleasure started consuming me, every muscle tensing. I bit my lip, trying not to whimper.

"I'm very close!" I cried out.

Lizzie almost sounded disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she breathed, slowing down just a little, teasing me.

She continued, moving in harmony with me. My lips parted in confusion, my back arching. The desire was nearly overwhelming. A strangely disorienting feeling came, followed by the realization that I'd forgotten how to cum.

Suddenly, she pressed against me, licking faster. My whole body trembled. The dam had broken, and I let out a shout into my hand. With each throb, my body shook.

After that, I slumped back in the chair, exhausted. "Thank you..."

I barely heard her respond, but her muffled words seemed far off. A few moments later, she took me out of her mouth. My extreme sensitivity brought me back to Earth, making me whimper as a shiver at my core shook through my body.

"I'm not done with you," she said.

My mind was still fuzzy. "Huh?"

She didn't repeat herself, and my eyes quickly shot open as she put me back in her mouth. "Wait... what?? Hey, wait!"

It was difficult to make sense of things with my nerves on overdrive and bursting with sensations. She increased her speed and started fingering herself at the same tempo.

I couldn't think, my body powerless to escape her grasp. I gave up on the meeting, dropping my head down to look at her. My eyes pleaded for mercy, but she ignored me. I couldn't even admire her sucking me; my mind was fighting against the sensations. I couldn't even figure out what the feeling was. It was painful but pleasing at the same time, driving me to tremble and squeeze her closer. To whimper and cry out. To try begging her to stop ... or more, maybe faster?

Through the noise in my head, her moans got louder and more frequent. She stopped sucking me, burying her face in my thighs, using her free hand to further torment me. Still controlling just the tip, she was much more forceful than before. Her relentless speed and changing directions made it impossible to get used to. The feeling. The pain. Even though I was being tortured, I couldn't stop liking it.

It was getting worse, too intense. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted more, but I couldn't get it. I needed it.

A second orgasm surged through me as she bit my thigh, hard. My body convulsed, my whimpers matching her moans. Shaking together until the feeling disappeared.

My eyes wet, I stared at her, not actually seeing her. My mind was blocked, my awareness vanishing.

She pulled away from my thigh, stroking my thigh with her thumb. With her head still on my leg, she looked up at me. Concern crossed her face when I didn't react.

I reached out from my desk, sifting her hair through my fingers, too exhausted to do anything more. She looked amused, tapping my thigh with her finger and whispering something to herself. Just the word "meeting" flickered into my brain. I tried to say something, but my voice cracked. Blushing up to my hairline, I licked my lips and tried again. "Y-Yes?"

Her eyes seemed to burn as they held to mine. "You're having trouble concentrating, Alexander."

My mind was empty. "W-What do you m-mean?"

"You looked like you were occupied."

The room started to get louder, people talking and filling the air.

"I haven't noticed anything out of the new--"

"Enough." The voice was dry and metallic. "Alexander."

Panic shot though me. Were my mic and speakers muted? Were they recording me? They weren't supposed to be! "Y-Yes, I er uh--"

"The subject identified as Researcher 0-0-3 has escaped."

I stared at the screen, checking my settings again. Yes, I was muted. "Er, I was... taking a moment to wait for you to start."

The Doctor gradually turned his attention away from the video conference window. Along with the calm demeanor, a dangerous glint hinted at something deeper. "Now, are you in the right state of mind for this meeting?"

My coworkers muttered, looking agitated. "We'll talk about this later, sir. His apologies."

His gaze was intense as he sat back in his chair. "You seem to have different priorities, Alexander."

I slumped in my seat, heeding his volume. I gulped, trying to swallow the apparent lump in my throat. "N-No, sir. I am."

"Then your reaction just now was unacceptable."

I let out a breath, not the best answer, but it would have to do. "I'm sorry, sir."

A corner of the Doctor's lips lifted, surprisingly amused. "I wasn't expecting the truth."

"Did sir need my assistance?"

"We have a new researcher to interview. I believe you can help with that."

"O-Of course, sir," I mumbled.

His tone softened as he collected his things. "We'll continue this later."

My face flushed. Panic surged through my veins as the audio conferred using the Doctor's computer. "I have to go, sir."

No more meeting for me. I rested my head on my desk, still listening but not being able to respond. This had better not hurt my performance.

Soon the environment blurred, everyone had moved away. It was just me in the silence. I closed my eyes, reaching for the hair obscuring my view. I couldn't remember the first name, though, she only went by Lizzie for me.

He dismissed me with a wave. "You're not needed, Alexander." He paused briefly. "Let's arrange a meeting in my office at a more convenient time. I'm thinking you might require a refresher course on proper behavior. Feel free to visit me when you're feeling better."

My heart sank, and my chest tightened. Was I about to lose my job? Damn, I was in deep trouble.

The screen lit up with a red warning sign, signaling that I had been kicked out of the meeting. Shit, shit, shit!

Lizzie reappeared from beneath the desk, peering at me with a hint of guilt on her face. "So, do we have the rest of the day free, then?" She gave me a faint smile.

I couldn't return the same smile.

"I'll try to make it up to you one way or another ..."

"... I don't think anything could ease my mind right now." I spoke softly, my gaze fixed on Lizzie.

The mischievous spark in her eyes reappeared. "I relish a challenge," she said, sensually squeezing my leg. "Let's see if I can satisfy you, without an audience this time ..."

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