come little one… are you wearing any underwear today…? No? Good.
“Miss Evans, can you come into my office please.”
You came in from outside his door, wondering what you had done now. You had only worked for him for just under a month, but it seemed you never did anything right. Screwing up appointments, not having reports done on time, coming in late, and always needing to leave early.
“Please Miss Evans, have a seat. I just got off the phone with Rob Fraser.”
Rob Fraser.. you were supposed to have confirmed the meeting with him earlier this week. It must have slipped your mind. There’s so many aspects to this job that he just doesn’t get. Does he not know how busy you are trying to keep up?
“Miss Evans, Rob just told me that he was unaware of our meeting at 10 this morning. How is that, when you are supposed to call all my appointments to confirm in advance?”
“I’m sorry sir. I tried, I just didn’t get in touch with him. I thought I left a message for him. It must have slipped my mind. I did call both of your other appointments for today though, I’m sure of that.”
“You are sure of that. Well, that’s good. It won’t be a total loss. You have prepared the reports for those meetings, I’m sure? And tomorrow’s meeting, with the exec from that tech startup? What’s his name?”
“I’m just completing those now sir. I’ll have them in just a moment. I’m very sorry. I’m not used to the amount of work, yet. Learning can be overwhelming.. sir”
“Yes, I understand. You aren’t too overwhelmed to check your Facebook updates and your Tumblr accounts though. I’ve seen you quickly minimizing your screen whenever I walk out of the office.”
You blush.. if only he knew about your other blog. Your desires, your wants. Everything you keep secret, every last wish you had. How would he react knowing how dirty and bad you wanted to be.
“I’m sorry. I.. just recently broke up with my boyfriend and I had been using those to try to..” your voice trailed off. You probably weren’t making things better.
“Well.. no Rob Fraser, no reports to analyse, means I have no work to do. What do you propose I do while I wait for you to get the prep work done?”
The things that rushed to you mind. Dirty things. Naughty things. Unspeakable things. Things that would definately get you fired. You were already on the verge. If only you could find a way to concentrate. It was so difficult. You needed to get laid. The constant distraction of sitting here, thinking about your boss’ cock. Wanting it. Craving it. How could he not know what his chiselled features, his deep blue eyes, his tailored suit and that unmistakable outline that protruded through his pants.. how could he not know what that did to you?
“Miss Evans? Are you still with me here?”
“I am, sir. I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you should do.”
“Stay right here Miss Evans. I’ll be back.”
You watch as he stands, he walks across the room and heads out of the office. He stops at your desk. He starts moving your mouse and alt-tabbing through your open applications and windows. “Holy fuck” is all you can think. Why didn’t you close your blog? Wow. You’re getting fired for sure… When he sees that you’ve been scrolling through dirty stories, dirty pictures, graphic porn… when you should have been prepping for his meetings. You can feel the burn in your cheeks. How are you going to explain getting fired. For looking at porn during work.
“Miss Evans. Come here please.”
He’s returned, standing slightly to the side, where the wall meets the corner of his office. Away from the window where the other bitch secretaries and assistants could see.
You rise to meet him at the wall. His gaze staring through you. His hand reaches to touch your waist. It startles you. What was he doing? He pushes you back to the wall. Your right hand raises to push him away. You don’t want to push him away. It’s instinct. He grabs it and raises it over your head. He holds you against the wall. His right hand scoops the front hem of your skirt up, with a quick move of his fingers he is inside you. Pressed against the wall and being fingered hard. Instantly you cum, and gasp. Your mouth hangs open as you tremble. Your eyes forced shut. He leans into you and whispers, “Miss Evans, how naughty you are. No underwear at work. You are a bad bad girl.”
The words echo in your ears. Yes. I am bad bad girl. Please.. punish me.
His expert fingers work their magic over you. His strokes hard into you, roughly thrusting you open. He easily slips in a second finger and works them in unison. Unable to hold back you cum again, and soak his hand. He removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth to taste them. The noises of him slurping and sucking your cum off his fingers is intoxicating. Your eyes open to find he is staring into you. He releases your hands from over your head. He pulls slightly back from you.
“That will be all for now, Miss Evans.”
His voice, returned to the professional that he is. No longer whispering dirty in your ear. “Yes, sir. I’ll have those reports right in to you, sir.”
“Oh, Miss Evans. Cancel that meeting at 4. I have a feeling you’ll be needing another adjustment for your distraction problems. I also need you in early tomorrow morning, 7 am. I can’t have your mind wandering while I’m talking to that tech guy.. Do you understand?”