Chapter 1

It had been a little over six months since Rebecca McGavin began working for Mr. Roberts. She had come to him as a temp after his previous secretary had left to get married and moved away. Rebecca had been a very good secretary as a temp, and Mr. Roberts finally offered to hire her away from the temp agency and make her his full-time permanent secretary – an offer that she jumped on immediately!

Rebecca was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, about twenty-eight years old. If you were to look at her, you would say she was nineteen or maybe twenty years old. She really did look that young. In fact, he didn’t believe her when she first told him her age. It wasn’t until he read her profile from the temp agency and cross-checked it with the company that he believed her. He had never seen such a gorgeous woman before and wondered to himself what she must have looked like when she really was twenty.

At five foot seven-inch tall and 36DD-23-35, she had a body that was built for something a lot more exciting than typing and filing! She had almost waist length blonde hair which was always perfect, that is to say, it is never out-of-place. Typically she would keep it in a ponytail with a couple wisps that hung down in front to frame her face. And what a gorgeous face it was. With a perfect complexion, lovely deep blue eyes, and a sparkling smile that could light up the darkest room. It was the kind of face you could stare at all day and never get tired of looking at her beauty.

Even now, after six months of working with her, he still had difficulty concentrating on his work when she would enter his office. And she didn’t help any – the clothes she wore to work were acceptable, but he couldn’t help visualizing her through the thin material. On the weekdays when there was a possibility of a client walking into the office, Rebecca wore a simple white blouse and a black, knee-length skirt (both perhaps a little tighter than they should be) and her heels. She was still quite attractive and he appreciated her ability to “pretty up the place” for the clients.

However, on Saturdays when the office was closed and no clients came by, or when the two of them would work from his home, her work attire was considerably more “free” and shameless. Rebecca and Mr. Roberts established their “working relationship” in the first few days of her being his temporary secretary! And since then they have only gotten closer and developed a rapport that had enabled them to be able to work seamlessly with one another. Work was going very well and they had just landed a big new client this week.

To celebrate signing on the new client, Mr. Roberts called Rebecca into his office that Thursday.

“Rebecca, tomorrow is Friday, do you have any plans for tomorrow night after work?” he asked as she sat down in front of his desk.

“No, Sir. Just going to go home and maybe watch some TV and chill out. It has been a crazy week!”

“That it has, indeed. Well the reason I asked, is that I would like to thank you for all your hard work and extra effort you have put in to help the company and me in landing the Jefferson account. If you would like to, I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night, as my way of thanking you for your work.”

“Oh Mr. Roberts! Thank you, Sir. I would love to go out to dinner tomorrow night,” she said smiling broadly.

“Good. Then it’s all set. Tomorrow after work we’ll go out to dinner to celebrate and so I can thank you,” he said.

“I am looking forward to it very much, Sir. Thank you. Is there anything else?” she said.

“No. Just have a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. Rebecca got up and strode out of the office thrilled and very proud of herself that afternoon.

The next morning, Rebecca woke up a bit earlier than usual. She was going to be having dinner with Mr. Roberts that evening so she wanted to look extra special for him. She didn’t know his plans for the dinner date, but she knew what SHE wanted out of it! So she rose early so she could get herself in a proper state of appearance for him. She showered and as she was in the shower she made sure she was clean-shaven and smooth in all the right places.

Once she was satisfied with that she picked out both a suitable work outfit, but also something special for after work. While she wanted to be respectable and professional-looking to her boss, Mr. Roberts, in the office, she wanted to be sexy and pleasing to Michael, her date, afterwards!

She picked out her office attire – a simple white button-front sleeveless blouse and a black mid-thigh length skirt with an enticing slit up the side to her hip. She also picked out some very flirty pink panties and a “nude” color push-up type bra that would give Mr. Roberts a little something to think about all day! She made sure she left the top two buttons of her blouse undone so he could get a good view whenever he walked past her desk.

Rebecca picked out the outfit that she wanted to wear after work as well and put it in a garment bag that she could hang up once she got to the office. She put on her makeup and finished getting ready for work, putting her makeup in a bag for touching up later.

The day was not real busy, she did some filing, typed up some letters and did some regular office work. The day dragged on for her though; she kept glancing up at the clock as if willing it with her mind to move ahead to 5:00. She was excited about her dinner date with him and the closer the clock ticked towards that time, the more antsy she got.

By 4:00 pm, she was almost beside herself. She could feel the moisture in her pussy dampening her panties and she could barely sit still. Mr. Roberts had passed by her desk several times for various reasons and had acted as if she had been wearing a turtleneck sweater! He had made no comments or actions toward her apparel or her more than obvious interest in flaunting herself off. She was beginning to get a little concerned!

Finally 5:00 ticked off and just as she was about to leave her desk to get ready for dinner, Mr. Roberts peeked out from his office. “Miss McGavin, can you come in here for a moment before you leave?” he said.

“Yes, Mr. Roberts,” she said, getting up and walking into the office. Mr. Roberts shut the door behind her and secretly locked it as he did. Once inside, he took her by the arm and quickly spun them both around pushing her up against the inside of the locked door before she had a chance to know what was happening.

He crushed his lips against hers, capturing her gasp in his own mouth and forcing his tongue into her open mouth, searching and finding hers waiting for him. He pinned her wrists to the door and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Standing there, pressed between the door and his body, Rebecca was his and he made sure she knew it as well.

After a long, passionate kiss, he pulled away as Rebecca gasped for breath, he spun her once again, this time pressing her face first back into the door. He reached around, taking her firmly by the throat, not choking her, but rather possessing her ... claiming her as his own.

“You dirty wanton little slut!” he hissed into her ear. “Did you really think I hadn’t noticed the trashy way you are dressed today? You look like the filthy whore you are!” he said. As he spoke his hands roamed over her body. He started at her hips, sliding his hands slowly up her sides to her ribcage, then moving around in front of her to cup and squeeze her full, proud tits.

“Ohhhh,” Rebecca moaned, closing her eyes and laying her face against the door.

“That’s right, my little office slut, you like my hands on your body don’t you? You like it when the boss feels you up, isn’t that right?”

“Oh yesss Sir,” she moaned her response. Rebecca felt her pussy getting wet at his sudden interest and his words.

“Well, you have had your fun teasing me all day. I hope you enjoyed yourself slut, because now the tables are turned and I am going to be the one doing the teasing for a while!” he said. Then he reached under the waistband of her skirt and cupped her hot wet pussy in his hand. He gently caressed her mound and rubbed his fingers softly across her panty-covered slit. With one foot he gently nudged her legs apart further as his hand found what it was after.

“Ohhh God!” Rebecca moaned again, louder this time. She was going crazy and he had only started!

Mr. Roberts pressed himself up against her and she could feel his hardness rubbing up against her ass. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he spoke the words that ignited her fires. And she could feel his firm, demanding grasp on her tit. Her breathing became more labored as he continued fondling her and she could feel her legs getting weak. She had been thinking about her date all day and had already worked herself up in anticipation of what she hoped would happen. Her imagination now turned on her as her fantasy was coming true before her very eyes.

“I can smell your lust, my slut. I can feel how wet your pussy is. It is wet, isn’t it?”

“Yess...”

“Tell me.”

“My ... pussy is wet, Sir.”

“That’s right. And it will be a lot wetter before the night is through, slut. You see, your teasing ways have gotten you just what you wanted. I will have you tonight...” he paused for a long dramatic moment “ ... more than once.”

“Ohhhh, goddd...” Rebecca moaned as her legs trembled. She faltered for a second and he caught her, holding her up against the wall as she regained her footing and steadied herself. He turned her back around, pushing her to the door once again. He kissed her again and felt her give herself to him.

“Now go...” he kissed her on the left side of her neck.

“get ready...” he kissed her on the right side of her neck.

“for dinner.” he kissed her right above and between her heaving tits. Rebecca held her breath at his last kiss.

“Y ... yes, sir,” she said holding onto the doorknob for support. He opened the door and let her leave, watching her as she wobbled a bit walking to the ladies room where her clothes were stashed. Michael Roberts smiled knowingly.

Rebecca was in the restroom for an unusually long time, and Michael was beginning to get worried. He was about to go into and check on her when she reappeared. She walked up to him tentatively, unsure about how she looked since she had changed clothes. He hadn’t seen her in anything but work clothes or casual wear. Now she stood before him dressed to the nines and wondered what he thought of this side of her.

“I ... I’m sorry I took so long, but I had to ... compose myself before I could get ready,” she said, fidgeting nervously as she waited for a response from him. He purposely took his time, studying her and examining her as she stood there. He knew full well the effect he had on her, and he was using it to his advantage.

He pushed himself up from the edge of the desk where he was half-sitting/half-leaning and stood up. He took her shaky hands in his own and looked her straight in the eyes. “Don’t worry, it was worth every minute. You look amazing.” he said.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, blushing deeply.

“Are you ready to go then?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. He offered her his arm and she slid hers under his. They made their way down to the parking garage. They went to her car and he got out to check and make sure it was locked and secure. Then he got back in his car and they drove to the restaurant.