*I wonder how they fuck her.*
The thought came to Tessa unbidden, in the middle of her team’s weekly zoom meeting. She shook her head to clear it from her mind.“Tessa, did you have an issue with the Howard approach?” Her boss, Maggie, peered at her from the little square in the center of the screen. Tessa quickly unmuted, “No, no, all good, just had a shiver.”
*God fucking damn it. They won’t fuck me but they’re certainly fucking with my head.* She pulled the blanket up in her lap and fixed her gaze straight ahead, feigning interest, and let her mind wander. She and Jack were firmly not together, she reminded herself, and they were free to fuck whomever they wanted. And Tessa was free to agonize and obsess over it, especially while Anthony (*fuck that guy)* gave an incoherent and dull accounts update.
*How would they fuck her?* The thought rose to the forefront of her mind again, and Tessa wasn’t so quick to put it aside this time. From her instagram reconnaissance, she knew the new girl had big, blue eyes, favored a dramatic red lip, and flaunted full, thick, and pale thighs. From Jack’s own mouth she knew the new girl had a lovely, fat ass, and that she could take cock beautifully. From her photos, Tessa imagined she had fairly large breasts. Without realizing, Tessa had brought her hands to cup her own slight breasts, wondering how much rounder and heavier this new girl’s must be.