Seducing The Timid Editor | Chapter One

I’m ever the one to choose crude language such as “cock”, “pussy”, “fuck”, and “cum”, to fill the pages of my writing. To me, these words hit harder. They turn me on more than I care to admit. My writing, it seems, is filled with these “obscenities.” My stories are laced with the kind of language that would send your grandmother into a fit of hysterics.

I wrote my fifth erotica piece and sent it to my publisher like I always had. It wasn’t long before the editor assigned to edit my story, called me to discuss my language choices.

“I’m editing your short story, Riding the Waves, and I can’t seem to get past the overabundant use of…” His voice trailed off as if he were preparing how to say the next part. “Um, ‘cock’, ‘cum’ and ‘pussy’. Can we schedule a, uh, meeting to talk about other word choices?” Even through the phone, I could hear the embarrassment in his voice as he used the words I freely used to describe sex.

“Sure.” I said, a twinge of boredom in my voice. “When?”

“See, I’d like to get this meeting done ASAP, but I’m booked through-out the week. Would a meeting at lunchtime tomorrow be okay? I’m sorry, but it’s the only time I’ve got available.” He said.

“Absolutely. I can do that.” I had nothing really going on in my day-to-day life. I was a bored, young housewife married to a man who was gone a lot and mentally absent when he was present.

Life had never been to kind to me. I’d spent much of it on the receiving end of my drug-abusing, abusive parents. My younger sister, however, seemed to do no wrong. She was never chastised and often blamed me for things she broke in the house because she knew our parents would dish out the punishment without proper investigation.

“Alright, I’ll see you at noon tomorrow. Le Sandwich Au Fromage?” He asked, referring to the grilled cheese sandwich cafe that had just opened up downtown.

“Sounds great.” I said.

My editor, Jacob Mills, was a successful author himself. He was the newest editor at Heated Up Publishing House. I got the feeling that he didn’t read much erotica, which was strange seeing how it was an erotica publishing house. Why they’d go and hire someone who didn’t even read erotica was beyond me.

I was ten minutes late for our meeting. Which was five minutes earlier than the typical time I was late to any meeting or event I’d ever had to go to. I don’t know how I misplaced so much time. He was already sitting at a table and waved me over when I walked in.

“You’re late.” He said in that condescending tone he had used with me frequently over the last few weeks. The same condescending tone that I hadn’t actually cared for and dismissed it as his prudish attitude.

“I’m sorry. Guess I just lost track of time Bethany never cared before.” I thought of all the times I had been late to meeting’s with Bethany, my old editor. She had gone on to work for a bigger publishing house and I didn’t blame her for that.

“Well, I’m not Bethany. I work a pretty tight schedule so can you please be here at the arranged time in the future. Early preferably.” His tone was softer this time.

“I’ll try.” I gave him my best sure-thing-boss smile.

“Let’s order our lunch and then we can discuss why we are here.” He said. I nodded and looked over my menu, ultimately choosing the chicken Cesar salad. With extra chicken and extra croutons. Because I didn’t give a fuck about calories. I cared about taste.

“So,” he began when the waiter walked away with our orders memorized in his too-large forehead. “Your use of the words… Umm…” He was so hot. He looked like he belonged in a movie along side Channing Tatum, dancing and taking his clothes off, but his personality just didn’t match. He was far too timid and I couldn’t help but wonder how he was in bed. Was he timid? Or did the freak come out when he was alone and in the mood?

“Cum, cock, and pussy.” I said for him.

“Yeah those words. Um well, you see.”

I took a sip of my water and looked at him over the rim of my glass “Did my choice of words offend you?” I asked, ever curious as to why he even worked in this section of the industry. “You know you edit for an erotica publishing house, right?”

His face flashed red and it took everything not to laugh at him. “I’m very aware of that.” He said after a moment. “But you see, those words are a little strong.”

“A little strong? Seriously? I’m gonna say it again because I don’t think you understand what you got yourself into here. You. Work. For. An. Erotica. Publishing House.”

“Yes, I understand that.” He said.

“I don’t think you do. Those words are tossed around in erotica because they are hot.

He loosened the black tie around his neck. “Well, Molly is looking to change some formatting.”

Molly was the owner of Heated Up Publishing House.

“What? Seriously?”

He nodded his head slowly.

“I want a meeting with her. This is so not okay.” I said.

“You see, she’s very busy -“

“Fuck it.” I said and stood up from my table. Jacob’s eyes went wide and I almost felt sorry for him. But I couldn’t help the tingle I felt in my pussy at the thought of taking him to bed to see what he could do.

I walked out of the restaurant with Jacob following me, trying to get me to stop. I hailed a taxi, there was no time for a Lyft, and hopped in. Jacob climbed in next to me.

“You can’t just go in there.”

“Watch me,” I said.

“She’s in a meeting.” He said.

I looked at him. “Does it look like I give a fuck? This new rule is bullshit.”

We got to the office building, with Jacob nervous beside me. His leg constantly shaking. I didn’t know what he was so scared of. Losing his job? That would be even worse than this new rule she was trying to enforce.

I walked through the main lobby toward Molly’s office with Jacob trying to stop me. The blonde secretary also tried to stop me, but I was on a mission. I opened the door before knocking and wished I had knocked instead. Molly was on her desk, head back, naked and moaning. A man’s face was deep in her pussy. It took them a second to notice I came in and Molly screamed. She tried to cover up. The guy stood up and turned around.

It was my husband.

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