I was so excited. I was out of work for so long that when the employment agency called and said they had a temporary assignment for me I was ready to just start working. The company was Bossman Productions it was in charge of producing the ultimate performance enhancing products. I was just there to answer phones and make copies, but it was better than sitting at home collecting measly unemployment.
The first day I was told that Sondra was waiting for me to give me a run down of my daily tasks. I was to type out letters, order supplies, make copies, answer the phone basically y do what I was told. I was given special instructions on Mr. Black, my new boss. Don’t walk into his office without knocking first. If his door is closed don’t disturb him unless there’s a natural disaster. Every morning his coffee was to brewed fresh and only a special Kona blend would do. Don’t even bother giving him something else. And then you have to drown that in irish cream flavored creamers and then give it to him. Zap it in the microwave a little to keep it hot. Always call him at 11:20 am to see where he wants reservations for lunch or if he wants to order in. If he wants to order in make sure the food arrives no later than 12:10. Use his credit card. Don’t bother him with the details just sign the slip and hand it to the accountant.
After a week and a half of working there I was bored out of my mind that I started looking for another job. There’s only so much social networking you can do in one day. Mr. Black ignored me. Sometimes I’d get a rushed jumble of words that sounded something like “Good morning”, but you can never be sure. Just while I was in the middle of dealing with some angry vendor Mr. Black walks up to my desk in his crisp black suit and says “by the way you’re working Christmas Eve.” As if my day couldn’t get any worse. I had already made plans to go to a Christmas party. I had purchased this fabulous dress and shoes that I could neither afford, but most definitely couldn’t afford to live without. The party would’ve been the perfect chance to see an old friend I once hooked up with years prior and haven’t seen again. We’ve flirted via text for sometime now. I had mentioned that I hadn’t been laid in a while and he always joked how he’d surprise me one day and give me the best quickie of my life. The anger inside of me was mounting couldn’t the prick have compassion for anyone other than himself? And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse his lunch arrived. I had was forced to put on a fake smile and take it into his office. I took the styro foam container out of the bag. Went into the drawer and laid out a napkin and silverware. As I turned to walk out of Mr. Black’s office two arms wrapped around my waist and I felt sensual kisses on the nape of my neck. I turned and kissed the culprit no doubtly the my fling from long ago. His hand went up my leg and pushed aside my panties. Then panic set in. I’m about to get it on in my boss’ office. And just as I was about to push him away and tell him to knock it off I realized this wasn’t my fling from long ago this was Mr. Black. And before I could stop and rationalize he lifted me up and put my on his desk. Greasy CHinese food spilled all over the floor. He spread my legs and ate me out. I orgasmed quickly, but I had to have more. He was taking off his jacket he meant business. The bulge in his pants was ever so noticeable. I thought he was retreating in shame and guilt for just starting an office sexcapade with the new secretary. I was surely going to be fired or relocated to another position. One where I’d never have to deal with Mr. Black and he wouldn’t be forced to see me on a regular basis. And while lost in thought Mr. Black’s undeniably voice said clear as a bell “you gonna come handle this or not?” As I focused back on my boss I noticed his pants were dropped and sitting in his office chair ready to go. As I opened my mouth to say something and scrambled in my mind to find someway out of this my body was already doing the unthinkable. We were going at it when the intercom on the phone came on it was the secretary in the lobby downstairs “Mr. Black there’s someone here to see you. I guess that new girl went on a long lunch and never came back. Anyways let me know when you want me to send them back to your office.” Panic attack number two about to set in. Mr. Black’s only reply was “thank you Sondra”. I began to unstraddle Mr. Black when he pulled me in closer lifted me from the chair and placed me on the desk. He thrust into me so hard that we both couldn’t help but orgasm.
It was then that Mr. Black pressed the intercom button and said “Sondra I’m coming right now to get them.” He buttoned up his pants, tucked in his shirt and threw on his suit jacket. And he was out of the office. It was lightning. It struck and then it was over. Everything happened so fast that I was still practically dressed. I scurried over to the bathroom and redid my makeup and went back to my desk. Ordered lunch for myself, I figured Mr. Black could afford to buy me lunch just this once. Mostly I just sat there trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
The rest of the day I hardly saw Mr. Black. He was busy with a meeting. As soon as the clock struck six I was out of there. The whole drive home I couldn’t help, but think about the days events and of course Mr. Black. He is an attractive man, but his personality made him unattractive. I worked for the man. This affair couldn’t go on. Everything happened so fast I couldn’t stop it. He never once said anything about our office hook up. The next morning I prepared myself for the awkward conversation. 1. I’d be fired or 2. lectured on professionalism in the work place or 3. both. But there was no awkward conversation. He hardly noticed me.
The next day was a bad one for Mr. Black. He lost one of his biggest distributor. I could hear him yelling at someone. I needed a break from this place. I walked over to the bathroom where there was a water fountain. I was just about to lean over and take a sip when an arm pushed me into the women’s bathroom. Mr. Black locked the door. And pressed his body against mine. I said “You know I can say no.” “Then say no” he coldly replied. He paused looked me in the eyes waiting for me to reply and then with one motion he lifted my dress up and slapped my bare ass. He lifted me up, wrapped my legs around his body, pressed my back against the cold marble of the bathroom wall and went at it. I could tell he was angry and stressed about work, but the deeper he went into me the more he relaxed he became. I was his new stress reliever. I wasn’t sure if I was ok with being someone’s sexual play thing, but I knew this much it felt oh so good and I wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon. I wasn’t in love which was fine. I didn’t have time for love, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t indulge in ultra good sex.
Christmas Eve came and I arrived fashionably late to the party. I deposited my Christmas bonus from Mr. Black into my bank account. I was a thousand dollars richer. Not bad considering Sondra only got five hundred. I guess screwing with your boss does pay off. The party was ok. My crush never did show. I saw some people I hadn’t seen in a while. All in all it was an early night.
Monday at the office a blonde haired, blue-eyed lady walked straight into Mr. Black’s office. She paused long enough to look me over and raise her hand to her hair and brush the strand of hair that fell into her face away. As she put her hand back down I noticed her engagement ring. It was gorgeous. She walked into the office and slammed the door. She lost no time in yelling. “Thanks for the Christmas present asshole!” Mr. Black replied “I thought that’s what you wanted.” “No what I wanted was to be able to announce to our family when we’re going to get married. We’ve been engaged for years, set a fucking date!” the blonde screamed. Just then the phone rang. It was the distributor. Apparently there was something urgent they needed to discuss with Mr. Black. I paged him over the intercom. No response. I had to, but I didn’t want to. As I put my hand on the handle I still tried to find a way out of it a women scorn wasn’t who I wanted to cross paths especially considering I’m fucking her fiance. I am fucking her future husband. What am I doing? Reluctantly I opened the door. The tension held high in the air. I had helped create an escape for it, but now if only I can find an escape. Perhaps just this once I could be teleported or become invisible. “Sir, I have an important call on hold for you on-line 1.” For the first time ever Mr. Black looked relieved to see me. And just when I thought I could escape the blonde exploded. “See what I mean. You’re in love with your fucking job! You never have time for me. How are you going to be a good husband or father when you can’t even give it more time than you spend here. Not to mention I saw the credit card bill. I know you guys went to the strip club.” I expected Mr. Black to crumble over all of her accusations. But it stood there stoic as can be. “Who in the fuck spends that much at a gentlemen’s club without getting a happy ending? What’s it going to take to make this work? What do you want from me?” The desperation in her voice echoed in the office. She loved him. How could he not crumble? He had to have loved her at one point in order to propose. I was about to sneak off back to the refuge of my desk when the blonde said “Is this what you want to see?” Before I knew it the blonde planted a kiss on my lips. She grabbed my face and slipped her tongue in my mouth. It was so erotic. Her passion was intoxicating. I’ve never as much as touched a girl sexually and now I was making out with one. I felt so sexually alive. I felt like I was indulging in a forbidden delicacy. Her skin was soft. She smelled ever so sweet. Her fingertips carefully skimmed down from the nape of neck, down my chest. She opened my blouse to expose my breasts. My heart was pounding. I had no idea what was coming next, but she was in control.
To Be Continued….
