The Gargoyle from General Management (Claws & Cubicles, #3)

by Kate Prior

“Yeah, here,” I answer, not looking at the séance at all. “I can't hear you. Can you hear me?” Sighing, I pick up my lighter and flick it over one of the candles that had burned out. “Sorry, I was muted. I’m here, and I can hear you just fine.”

And even then, seducing comes with its own hurdles. Like, I get that people have to worry about getting pregnant and STIs and I want to appreciate that, but on the other hand, maybe a girl just wants to be fucked raw and whine, “Cum in me, Daddy,” without explaining herself every damn time.

I don't know how to describe what I saw this morning while heading down to breakfast, except to say I didn't know a disembodied voice and a black shadow of a cloak could wear swim shorts and flip-flops.

anyone who has mastered her level of organization kind of scares me. She sent me a spreadsheet once when I first started working here, and I immediately took that I knew how to use them off my resume.

“So, like, if you listen to a few episodes you might think the three hosts are, like, brothers, especially because of the name of the podcast. But if you've ever been to one of their live shows, you'd realize they're actually three heads of one hydra. Anyway, Justin's my favorite host-head because he has such great commentary on, like, consumerism being marketed to the public as how we should build our identities. You should really just give it a listen. You'll love it, I promise.”

“If you keep saying that I'm going to teach you what you’re asking for,” he growls low in my ear. Heat blooms across my skin at the thought. I lean in a little closer, holding his gaze. “When. You. Fuck. Me. I want you to leave me broken and crying for more.”

Then his pants come undone, pushed down just far enough, and my eyes widen. Forget wings and tails, I want to know how his tailor works the fabric of time and space to make that monster hide. I have girlbossed too close to the sun.

The easy thing about long cocks is that there’s only so deep they can go, considering my vaginal canal is probably at max five inches deep. But girth, you can quickly go wrong. One inch diameter? Meh. Two inches? Big girl games. Three? Getting concerned but it's still physically possible, I think. And we’re at a wrong enough point that I’m seriously wondering, if I am going to have to dilate my cervix for this. I don’t know how to do that.

“I will fuck you when you're ready for it,” he snarls before he buries his tongue deep inside me,

I have to listen to Deanna loudly telling Soven how she used to be a bodybuilder. I only tune in occasionally when I get bored of staring at the water, and I’m not sure if she means in the competitive way or the necromancy way.

She keeps asking in an overly dramatic voice, “Are you going to be a part of the problem or a part of the solution, people?” “Well, we can’t have solution people without problem people,” Kathy sniffs, trying to maneuver her cup around her beak. “You’re a vital part of the economy, really.” “It’s really important that we make problems even harder than they were to start with.”

“Hi, I’m Jenna, the guru from the Productivity Empowerment New Initiative Seminar.

“Unless you want me to do more.” “Kathy, no.” “I can move all the furniture in her office two inches out of its normal spot. Sabotage her filing system. Sprinkle crumbs in her carpet so she gets ants.”