Emily had been gathering her purse and jacket, and was getting ready to head home, so she jumped slightly when the buzzer on her desk went off, followed by her boss’ voice, “Miss Reed, will you come to my office please?”
His tone was even, so she didn’t feel too much apprehension as she headed to his office. The door was closed when she got there, so she tapped on it two times with her knuckles. “Enter!” came the terse reply.
She opened the door, and peered inside, “You wanted to see me, Mr. Briggs?” He waved her inside, and motioned for her to sit down. She perched primly on the edge of the chair in front of his desk, gripping her fingers tightly as she met his intense gaze. After a few minutes, she looked away slightly, and when she looked back, she noticed the corner of his mouth quirk slightly.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk, “Miss Reed, I wanted to speak to you about your performance recently. It seems as though your usual attention to detail has diminished. Of course this concerns me greatly because the quality of your work reflects back on me, and also because I value you as an exemplary employee.”
She looked at him, and her face crumpled slightly, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Briggs. I know I’ve been a bit distracted lately, I promise I’ll do better.”
His forehead creased with concern, “Is it the job that you’re unhappy with? If you have any issues, you know that my door is always open.”
“No sir, I love working here...I just...I recently ended my relationship with my boyfriend, and I haven’t been sleeping very well.”
He sat back in his chair and tented his fingers as he regarded her coolly, “I see. Well, I also wanted to speak to you about working some overtime this week on the Benedict Proposal. I’m going to need you...focused.”
His pause before that last word caught her attention and she looked up at him, noticing a rather wolfish gleam in his eye. It had been obvious since she’d started working for him that he’d been attracted to her. She had found this interest to be intimidating, but not necessarily unwelcome, as he himself was a very handsome man. Even so, her mouth felt dry as she nodded and replied, “Of course, Mr. Briggs. That shouldn’t be a problem.”
He smiled, “Good. I’m glad to hear that. As such, I’ll need you to clear your calendar. We’ll begin tomorrow. You may go.”
“Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening,” she stood, smoothing her skirt, and hurried out. She stopped by her desk to get her things, and as she stepped into the elevator, let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
The next morning as she was getting ready, she thought about what to wear. She knew a fling with her boss would be the stupidest thing ever, but he was single, and handsome, and it might be just what she needed to finally get over her asshole boyfriend. She knew she was better off without him, and didn’t regret cutting him loose, but still…
She decided that on the outside she’d keep things the same. But underneath she opted for lacy pink underthings instead of the more utilitarian bra and panties that she usually wore for work...for nude thigh high stockings also topped with lace, instead of pantyhose, and slightly higher heels than usual as well. You know...just in case. She spritzed on some perfume, and took a little extra care with her hair and makeup, but the outfit she wore was as prim as always. A simple pencil skirt in a navy wool, and pretty pink silk, high necked blouse, with full sleeves.
Her boss ended up being out most of the day for meetings, but he’d left her a list of tasks to accomplish before he returned. She thought about what he’d said the night before, and paid extra close attention to what she was doing, double checking everything. He’d always been very kind and encouraging to her, and she found herself wanting to please him, and regain his approval.
He came back to the office about 4:00, and closed himself in his office. At 5:00 most everyone left for the day, but she stayed at her desk even though she’d finished everything he’d given her. At 5:10, the buzzer on her desk summoned her to his office. The door was open, and she hovered there a moment until he looked up.
The smile that crossed his face caused the tension in her shoulders to release. “I’ve reviewed the work I left you today. Very good, Miss Reed, very good indeed.”
She beamed, “Thank you, Mr. Briggs. I took to heart what you said yesterday, and really tried to apply myself.”
He nodded, “It shows. Please, you don’t have to hover in the doorway, come in and sit down, and close the door behind you.”
She did as he requested, and took a seat in the same chair as yesterday, and asked, “So what will we be working on tonight?”
He looked at her thoughtfully, “Tonight I thought we might do a little ‘team-building’”, he turned his chair, and motioned to the floor in front of him, “Please come and stand here.”
“Holy shit,” she thought to herself, “was I right about this?” She stood, and walked around the desk to stand in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and very frankly looked her up and down.
“You are a lovely young woman, Miss Reed. Or might I call you Emily?”
She blushed a bit, “Emily would be fine,” she replied shyly, looking down at her toes.
“I knew you were in a relationship, and I always respected that and kept our relationship work only, as you know. But now...I feel things between us could change.”
Emily looked at him shyly through her lashes, and he stood, moving closer to her. He twisted one of her curls around his finger, and looked at her searchingly for a moment. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken electricity. He released her hair, and stroked a finger down her cheek. He leaned in, and she thought he might kiss her, but he moved back a step instead, and sat back down.
“I feel from you a desire to please. Is that true, Emily?”
She nodded, “Yes. I’ve always enjoyed what I do, and have always wanted you to be happy with my work. I was crushed last night when I found you weren’t.”
He smiled and nodded, “And if I made other requests of you, would you be as willing to work hard to please me? Things of a sexual nature?”
She let out a little laugh of shock, surprised by his boldness, but intrigued all the same. She thought about it a moment, and realized that she could feel herself getting wet at the thought. “Well...I...I suppose that might be possible.”
“I want to assure you, that if you don’t want to do this, we’ll forget it with no hard feelings, and move on. It will in no way have any bearing on your job status. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or that I’m blackmailing you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
Emily nodded, “I understand. I want this too.”
He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, then ordered, “Take off your skirt.”
Silently, she reached back and pulled down the zipper. Then hooking her fingers at the waist, shimmied out of it, and draped it over the end of the desk. As she stood back up, she heard him gasp quietly, but fought to keep her expression neutral. He reached out, and ran his finger tips down her hip and thigh, then pulled his hand back.
“And now your blouse.”
Emily slowly undid first the buttons at her wrists, then down the front. She could feel his eyes devouring every movement, as he took in every bit of the skin exposed. She shrugged her shoulders back, letting it slip down her arms, deftly caught it, and placed it on top of her skirt.
He was silent for a moment, then murmured, “Turn around, my dear.”
She did as he asked, and silently waited to see what he’d do next. She let out a little gasp when she felt his hand cup her butt cheek, the warmth of his touch suffusing through the thin lace of her panties. He moved it around her, and pulled her back until she was standing between his legs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and slowly pulled them down, and she felt his lips brush against her bare skin, stippled now with goosebumps. She let out a mew of delight as his teeth playfully bit down on the plump roundness, and he sucked on her skin, leaving a red spot ringed with teeth marks.
“Have you ever had your ass fucked, Emily?”
His question startled her out of her reverie, “N...no, Sir. I haven’t.”
He smiled at her reply, loving the slight change in her tone as “sir” became “Sir”. His thumb rubbed the spot left by his mouth, “We’ll have to work on that then, if you’re willing.”
She nodded, “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”
Putting his hands on her hips, he turned her body, and moved them so her ass was against the edge of his desk. He took his thumb, and moved it slowly between the juncture of her thighs, skimming past her clit, and feeling how wet she was. He looked up, catching her looking down at him, and he smiled, “It seems as though you would.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away shyly. He moved his thumb back to her clit, and began to stroke it...gently at first, then when her mouth opened slightly, and her breathing became more labored, with a bit more force.
“I want you to come for me, Emily. I want you to look at me when it happens.” His words seemed to spur her on, and she gripped the desk as he brought her closer to climax. “Come for me!” he demanded, and with a cry she did so, shudders wracking her body, her knuckles white as she held on. Her eyes closed for just a moment, but she forced them open and kept contact with his as he’d ordered.
He put his thumb in his mouth, tasting her juices as she caught her breath. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, but ignored it for now.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
She smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”
He rolled his desk chair away, releasing her, “Get dressed now, my dear.”
Emily pulled up her panties, and moved to put her skirt and blouse back on. As she dressed, he pulled a box out of his desk drawer. When she finished, he stood and handed it to her, “Open this when you get home. We’re done for this evening...you did very well.”
She took the box from him, and this time when he leaned in, he did kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist. When she felt breathless, he let her go. “Goodnight, Emily.”
“Goodnight, Sir.”
