Chapter 1

The pornos have it wrong. Tight, short skirts aren’t very practical for quickies at the office. You’d want a dress that’s easy on, easy off. Just like I’m wearing today: a nice, conservative floral sundress, on the knee, with a wide skirt, made of cotton. I’m wearing a matching short, one buttoned jacket in emerald green. It hides that I’m not wearing a bra, and makes me look like an innocent little flower, who doesn’t know what a penis is, let alone craves one in her ass.

All of this careful planning, is to catch the eye of my boss. And in the two months I’ve been working here, it hasn’t worked yet.

The girls on the fourth floor calls him ‘Mr Sex On Legs’ I call him Mr D. He thinks that’s because his first name is Daniel. But it’s actually for all the nights I lay in bed, fantasizing about him, stroking my hard, slippery clit and wishing his big dick was filling me up and giving me orgasms.

On the first day I met Daniel Owens, I was wearing a plain white shirt and a black skirt with a matching blazer ... He smiled and told me that this office was “business casual” and I had no idea what that meant. I found out later that it meant that I could wear slightly less formal clothes, (Actually, Daniel was laid-back. As long as what I wore was clean, ironed and not torn, he didn’t mind.) Daniel is a great boss. He’s hard working, single minded, and expects no less from me.