"But.. what exactly does she feel ?", Onceler asked.
"After the ice which I feel did piss her off, she was worried for me and honestly was scared it was not consensual and ...wanted to rip your head off at that moment...but beyond that I kind of feel as if she feels you fuck anything that moves sadly....", Iris said quietly.
"I see well, we got to try to fix that, I shall try to tolerate her...but I warn you I won't give her all that I give you (fondles Iris more)...unless she is need of teaching herself..", he continued.
"Who knows...teaching two could be fun", Onceler chuckled.
"ONCELER!, ..." Iris began to growl.
"Shhh (puts finger to her lips), now now don't worry, I can see that would never happen so I would not push unless for some weird reason you'd ever change your mind...", Onceler winked.
"I...I... " Iris blushed.
"See there it is...more to you then you show, so protective, wrapping things up to hide them....a stubborn riddle I love to have nestled in my loins any day" He whispered and playfully sucked on her neck.
"So maybe a conversation with her to feel her out...where do you think? Here or at my home?, I am happy for Clive I am just not sure how to approach it", Onceler said.
"Well... that is a good question how about... here..show the professional versus kinky playboy side and be civil..", Iris suggested.
"Yes, good Idea, I think it would be suitable for this need" he continued.
LATER THAT WEEK
The door opened and Claire walked in slowly. Confused on the reason she was being summoned there, it still intrigued her. Opening the doors to his office, it all sank in. Him, the man in the magazines, seen on news and known by all sitting right in front of her. She walked over to him trying to maintain composure of the shock of the moment.
"Hello", Claire began slowly.
"Nice to finally meet you, I hope my workers treated you well upon arriving", Onceler said smoking a cigar.
"Yes everyone was kind and the view is amazing from the height of this office, I'd admire it everyday if I worked here" Claire stated and then sat down in front of the desk.
"So, this is it...the big mans office... it is...just a shock to be here", Claire said wide eyed.
"I can imagine, Iris was the same way when she started here" Onceler said with a smile.
"Well, what did you need of me sir?", Claire inquired.
"Oh no need for formality, call me Onceler if you wish", he began.
"Well, I just wanted to say I am happy for you and Clive, and I know he will treat you well, he grew up in a household of women and is also very good with his nieces", Onceler continued.
"Thank you for that, I do adore him very much and to be honest, you two are cute together...like brothers, it is amusing at times", Claire smirked.
"Yes, you and Iris definitely share the same mindset on that" Onceler continued.
"Although... my curiosity has got the better of me.. (he gets up and walks over to her with his cigar)... something tells me you are not totally keen on me...somewhat", Onceler stated and looked down at her smirking.
He continued smoking and stood looking down...a relaxed tone but still almost egging her on for his own twisted pleasure.
"Well, I did not know what to think at first... but the one day specifically you KNOW which one...did concern me...alot..she's like a sister to me and there is nothing I wouldn't do for her... I just did not know if you were good for her after what I saw", Claire looked at him cautiously.
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The Only Costume That Mattered-EDITED
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