Something out of the ordinary occurred at work yesterday, I got summoned to see the big boss. Didn't know what it was about. Was I in trouble for some reason?
"Shona, hi," said Mr Rose, as I entered his penthouse office on the top floor. His office, and his secretary out in the anteroom, that's all there was on this floor. The air felt different up here. Rarified.
"Hi," I replied, controlling my anxiety. "Should I close the door?"
"Yes please," he said. "And do take a seat."
I closed the door behind me and made a beeline across metres of thick white carpet towards the chair in front of his desk.
"No, over there I mean," he said, when I'd almost reached him, pointing to the couch over by the wall. He was smiling at me, a genuine sort of smile.
"Ok, sure," I said, beaming back at him. Clearly I wasn't in trouble. I'd been a mixture of nerves and excitement after getting the call but not any longer. Now I was just excited.
I'd had hardly a glimpse of Mr Rose in the months I'd spent on the premises. Nothing unusual about that, plenty of people who've worked there a lot longer than me have never actually met him. The guy is a legend and his elusiveness is a part of it. And now here was little old me, junior trainee in her first ever proper job, standing right slap bang in his office.
Just the two of us!
I turned around and sauntered over towards the couch, guessing that Mr Rose would be grabbing the opportunity to admire my ass. He was a man after all, boss or not, and men can't stop themselves ogling when it comes to pretty young girls.
Fine by me. I'm aware of how physically attractive I am and I enjoy the effect I have on the male of the species. Being appreciated by the opposite sex is something I never get bored of and I do tend to play up to it. I didn't mind one bit if he was looking, would be deeply disappointing if he wasn't, and I injected a little extra sway and wiggle into my walk.
Ok, I know I know. I can be the most terrible tease!
Like the skirts I wear to the office. Don't get me wrong, they're professional and all, not talking slutty, but they are always super snug and several inches above the knee. I know exactly how alluring my smooth shapely legs and my pert ass look in those cute little business skirts. That's why I wear them. Not to mention the artfully revealing tops I team them with. Sometimes I wear a bra, often I don't, just depending on my mood, how brazen and sexy I feel like being that day. I suppose it's really too much for the workplace, but I don't care a hoot. When a girl is as pretty as me it lends heaps of self confidence, and blessed with a bod like mine it'd be a shame not to show it off, that's my take on the matter.
Certainly has the desired effect on male colleagues, especially the ones on my floor. There are other females down there but none of them are hotties like me, so I have the field to myself as it were, only show in town, and I've been making the most of it, been driving all the guys beserk since the day I started. Poor things are forever drooling and panting over me, desperately trying to impress, every last one of them would strangle their own granny to get into my knickers. Don't have the remotest chance needless to say, bunch of dumb losers, but it's fun to toy with them, to sashay around the place dressed to inflame and feed their hopeless fantasies, to torment and tantalize the poor saps with what they yearn for but can't have. I get such a buzz out of it!
I also quite like how I make the women in the office, who are mainly unattractive old bats, so obviously green with envy. You should see the daggered looks I get from some of these miserable cows when I'm sat there with a bunch of men hovering around and all fighting for a tiny bit of my attention. Talk about jealous.
As for the guys it's a safe bet that most of them aren't getting any at home. The sexual frustration when they lust at me is palpable, which only makes it more amusing to torture them like I do. The idea of all these sad sacks wanting me so bad, the vision of them wanking themselves silly over me in their private moments, it lights me up no end, really gets me going, and my current boyfriend he reaps the benefit.
Well, yes and no.
I've hooked myself this rich older guy called Jason who showers me with money and presents in return for, well you know.
And boy does Jason get full value!
We get together a couple of evenings a week in the luxury condo he rents for me, going at it like rabbits while wifey thinks he's working late.
We laugh about it together, Jase and I, how poor Mrs J is probably just about to start on a solo TV dinner at more or less the same time as hubby is ten miles across town and sliding his grateful dick in between my lissom legs for one last leisurely fuck. As we're doing it he'll grunt about how utterly fabulous it feels to be in the sack with a gorgeous nubile young girl rather than the clapped out old bag he's married to.
I love hearing him talk like that!
I tell him sexy stuff too. Like, I regale him with stories of how I tease the living crap out of all these poor men at this company where I'm working, and Jason OMG he laps that up. It makes Jase very horny, hearing what a terrible cocktease I am at work. Reckon it turns him on just as much as it does me.
It's kinda like foreplay. We'll be in bed together and I'll start whispering stuff to him, like say how I've been persecuting hapless nerdy Martin, my stupid supervisor, perching cross legged on his desk for little chats, dangling a pair of bare silky thighs under his nose, or bending over next to him, maliciously flaunting my sumptuous cleavage in his deprived sweaty face, and at the same time as whispering these wicked salacious tales into his ear I'll be giggling and stroking my benefactor's fat generous cock, priming it, getting him nice and hard and ready to plunge like a crazy man into my dripping pussy.
So I settled myself down on this couch in Mr Rose's office and looked across at him expectantly, figuring I ought to stay quiet until I knew for sure what this was about. I had more than an inkling, I may only be nineteen but I'm far from naive when it comes to men, however I thought it best to let him make the running. Hoped I was right though. Loved the idea of the big boss man seducing me at work!
Should I give the guy a little encouragement?
Yes, why not. I was feeling quite horny. Boyfriend's little 'visits' have been tailing off recently, wife getting antsy about his absences he says, and I've been contemplating alternative sources of entertainment.
I lent back on the couch and made a production of crossing my legs in my short skirt, providing Mr Rose with a teasy little show. It hit the spot. He watched intently, ogling and not even bothering to pretend he wasn't. Guess when you're the boss you can do that. As for me, I liked how he was letching. The frank admiring appraisal combined with the macho self assurance, it was such a turn on.
Mr Rose buzzed through to his secretary. "No interruptions until I say otherwise, Janice, ok?" he instructed, then he removed his jacket and got up from his desk and walked across the room to the couch area.
"So, Shona, how's it going?" he said, looming over me.
I smiled and shrugged. "Oh, you know, Monday mornings."
"Tell me about it. Hey, gotta say, you look even better than your photo."
Wow! I'm used to compliments from men but this one it took me by surprise. Wasn't sure quite what he meant however.
"You know, the one on the HR system."
"I see. So you've checked me out, have you?" I said, flirting.
"Have, yeah," he grinned.
If any doubt remained about exactly why the boss had invited me up for this little tete-a-tete it was removed by this exchange and by the way that he was gazing down at my legs. The longing was etched across his face. I grinned up at him, basking, enjoying the sense of power I always get when I know a man wants me. Even more satisfying when that man is the CEO of the company I work at and he wants me so much that he's arranged for us to be alone in his office at ten o'clock on a Monday morning.
Normally, in this situation, I'd play hard to get. Even when I've decided to put out for a guy, which I'm definitely happy to do here, I like to lead him on for a while, dangle him on a string, tease him, really make him work for it, but this was different. Mr Rose is a very powerful man. I mean, the company is called Rose Enterprises so it's not exactly rocket science to work out who calls the shots around the place. He could fire me just like that if he got pissed off with me and I didn't want that to happen. I like working there.
So I decided to go with the flow. Take my cues from him. Whatever he had in mind was more than ok by me.
What he had in mind soon became clear. "Mind if I join you?" he said, at the same time removing his tie and tossing it aside.
"Sure," I pouted, and I patted the cushion next to me.
He settled in close and casually rested his arm along the sofa behind me, his hand squeezing my shoulder. His other hand went to my thigh and started to stroke. Guy was a quick worker!
I giggled. The sort of insinuating naughty giggle that told Mr Rose I was totally cool with what he was doing. That I liked it and he could do plenty more if he wanted. I was pretty sure he did want to do plenty more. Hoped so, because so did I. I was loving the whole situation, could feel my panties getting moist.
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