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The
desk, the huge oaken barrier Boss man liked to hide behind. Maybe it would work
out like at her last job. Her preceptor there, a man older even than Brian, had
fucked her on his huge piece of office furniture. Of course she’d used her
feminine whiles to lure him out from behind his secure little piece of space.
Just
like with this man, it started with a kiss. Crying, seeking solace from her
rotten love life with a man who shouldn’t be even thinking about such things as
whom she was doing or who she wasn’t. He’d
started to give her a sympathetic peck on the cheek too. She’d turned her face
head-on, and, with open mouth she’d found his tongue. That was the start of
something really wild.
For a
man his age, he’d certainly been athletic. He’d picked her up, and among all
that paper work, had reached under that almost too short skirt, pulled down her
panties, and put his erection way up in her sweet young body. He was into her
so quick she’d even forgotten to put up her pretend ‘resistance’.
As long
as it lasted, Susan’s job at that company took on a whole different meaning.
Her love life had too. She hadn’t given up that boyfriend she’d been bitching
to her boss about, the one who slapped her around from time to time. The one
who was so jealous he watched her every move—what he could see of it, he did. What
went on at the ‘office’, behind closed doors….well now; let’s just say that was
for her to know and him to find out. If
he wanted his ‘girlfriend’ to keep providing a roof over both of their heads, Mr.
Jealous would just have to trust her fidelity…or lack thereof, now wouldn’t he?
***
This
kiss, Brian’s, was enough to tell her she was about to snare herself a brand
new ‘victim’. She’d be coy about it this time, though. She, taken by the power
of her mentor in her last position, went along with him using his desk as a
place to ‘despoil’ his supposedly innocently naive young protégé. Too many
times of that and you could predict with almost certainty some ‘higher-up’ would
stumble onto two lovers entwined in one of their early morning ‘conferences’.
She’d blush recalling that moment of
discovery. Her boss’s father-in-law was Senior Partner in the Corporation. Imagine
opening the office door to his daughter’s husband giving ‘advanced’ lessons to
his new assistant. Pants down around his ankles, bare ass showing, the
son-of-a-bitch was shoving his meat in and out of that cute little blonde trainee.
It’s a good thing her boss back there had married into his position or he’d
have been let go instead of or right along with his little ‘friend’.
Tranquility had prevailed over justice, though. The ‘powers that be’ found the
girl a comparable job with an associated firm and let her ‘superior’ retain the
job he’d married into.
So,
with lessons from the past fresh in her memory, Sally kept her passions mostly
under control when she turned her face to receive her newest boss Brian’s
consolatory kiss. She was aware of his erection as he’d pushed even closer to
her, but she hadn’t reached down to fondle through his trousers like she had
with her earlier one. If he’d have put his hands around her trim waist to
deposit her on the desk, she’d have whispered a gentle denial.
“Oh no,
Brian, not here, we can’t do anything here.
I want you, but it’ll have to be someplace else.”
But
that preplanning hadn’t proved necessary. Her new boss had too much class to
get caught in a compromising situation with some new little office worker.
Still, she was curious about their proposed ‘get away together time’. Susan
might be young, but she knew she had this one on the string. That supposedly
accidental brush of her hand where his pants were rumpled told her plenty. A
man doesn’t get a hard-on when he’s thinking in fatherly terms about a girl
young enough to be his daughter.
***
After
the kiss, Susan sashayed her little butt over to the door, turned to her new Boss
who was trying to gather his wits about him, blew him a little kiss, then
closed the door softly behind her. At her desk, she watched for her extension
to indicate his telephone was in use.
Unbeknownst
to her mighty leader, Susan’s ‘shortcut to success’ wasn’t so nice as not to
listen in on the phone as he made his next two calls. In the adjoining office,
when the light on his phone lit up, with the conniving of Jezebel, she was
listening to his calls. It was obvious the first was to his wife.
“Hello
Hon, It’s me.”
“Well,
if it isn’t ‘lover boy’. How’s my big, strong man after what he put me through
last night.”
He’d
disregarded that flirty remark.
“Yeh, I
called to talk to you about not being able to make it to that wingding over at
the Johnson’s we’ve got going on for tonight. Something’s come up at the
office. I’m going to be tied up all afternoon. Much as I hate the prospect, I
may possibly have to catch a redeye to Chicago for overnight.”
Susan
knew she had her boss man wrapped around her little finger when she heard his
second phone call. He supposedly had an out of town business associate coming
in on a mid morning flight and wanted hotel accommodations ready for him to
check in as soon as he arrived.
“Fix
him up with something real nice, he may have his wife coming along with him. Whirlpool
tub, a suite--you know what I mean, a bottle of Champaign, personal robes, the
works. I want to make an impression on the guy. What? Perfect, the honeymoon
suite will do just fine. Charge it to my private account.
“Oh yes…and
make reservations for two at the Starlight lounge for lunch. Yep, today, in my
name. Pass along to Evian I want a table or booth in a quiet discreet little
corner where we won’t be disturbed. Tell him I want the ‘usual’. He’ll know what I mean.”
His
next call was to the outer office.
“Hello,
Susan, feeling better now?”
She tells
him she’s feeling much better since their little talk--Hopes their afternoon ‘work
session’ is still on.
“Of
course it is, honey.”
And
she’s real gushy.
“I
don’t know how to thank you, Brian, helping me with my personal problems like
you are.”
He
knows how she can ‘repay’ him, but is savvy enough not to announce what he has
in mind. This little Barbie will find out what his intentions are soon enough.
***
God, he
can see it all in his minds eye now, she lying on that fancy circular bed with
the silk sheets, her pale body there for his every indulgence. She’d said in
her own modest way how she hadn’t enjoyed lovemaking with her boyfriend. Brian,
in addition to being her mentor on a professional level, would teach her how to
become a real bona fide woman.
He’ll
take a long time before the initial penetration, of course, kissing every inch
of her luscious body, tasting the very essence of the most desirable woman he’s
ever known.
And
orgasm, she’d come right out and said there must be more to love than what
she’d experienced. It wasn’t the words she’d said, but the message hidden
underneath. When the time was ripe it’d be Brian, the young girl’s mentor,
who’d give her the first climaxual experience she’d ever experienced.
How
lucky can a man be? In hours all of his
fantasies will materialize. In the adjoining office only a door away, his
innocent young protégé, almost a virgin, was about to experience a man worthy
of the exquisite bliss he was going to bring her.
***
The
sugar rolled off his tongue. His hand was sweaty holding the telephone.
“You
don’t owe me a thing for helping make you feel better again, Susan. Your
smiling voice is payment enough,” he lied.
“Doc Brian’s got the perfect cure for a brave little gal like you. As
payment for your giving me the privilege of assisting a nice girl like you, I’ve
made reservations at the Starlight, lunch just for the two of us sweetie. Get
your cute little bod all freshened up and be ready to fly this coup at 12:30
sharp. Wine and a few crepes will work wonders for a recuperating heartbreak.”
He
smiles at her next question, arranging his crotch a little at the thought of
how naïve this unsuspecting young thing is. He’ll find the perfect cure for Ms.
Susan…and him too. Thank God for ass holes who don’t know how to treat their women
like they should.
“Yeah, it’ll be a working lunch, honey. But
don’t plan on coming back to this dump today. We’ll need the rest of the day
off to find your perfect cure.”
Susan
smiled to herself. This day was working out just the way she’d planned it. She
put on her sexiest voice.
“Gee
Mr. Boss man, sounds more like a date than an afternoon work session.”
She
laughs into the phone, twirling those blonde curls in her fingers and crossing
her legs.
“No, of
course I don’t mind. I’d love a date with a real man instead of the boys I
always seem to attract.”
She’d
added, “Someone who sees me as a real person instead of what ‘they’re’ always
after.”
He’d
replied, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to feel ‘totally’ safe. A man would half to
be half dead not to be attracted in more than a platonic way to a girl as
attractive as you.
She’d
giggled. “Exactly what is the definition of platonic? I’m not sure I know what
the word means.”
He could
have been in the same room as well as he’d envisioned the subtle little moves
she’d make when he said something flirtatious or off color. Was it just his
imagination, maybe it was pure accident the way her legs would part ever so
briefly at moments like that, giving him a resounding teaser of a flash of red,
or pink, blue or black panties, lacy little thongs on a body any man with raw
blood flowing through his veins would desire.
She’d
blush when he peered too long, a curiosity that only would be appeased when
he’d known her intimately. Tugging at her too short dress or skirt line, she’d
keep on talking as if nothing at all had happened while he made his own
attempts at modesty, unable to make adjustments to pants too tight at the
crotch for comfort.
And, Susan
was happy she’d had so much confidence in herself. Brand new ‘undies’ from
Victoria’s Secret, even a lubed Trojan she sensed she’d be called on to
‘apply’. She’d never get a chance with that, though. He’d tell her a secret he
didn’t share with the most vicarious of his infidelities. With them he’d take
the precaution of a rubber during intercourse. Indicating he didn’t want to
take a chance on an unwanted pregnancy was just a ruse. Actually, he was being
cautious about bringing some social disease home to his wife.
But this one was innocent, almost virgin if it
hadn’t been for that older guy, a big shot at a sister Corporation dipping his
pen in the company inkwell. What a bastard to take advantage of a sweet young
thing like Susan. And that boyfriend, the one who was so damn busy trying to
get into her panties, maybe he’d knock the poor girl up or something, supposing
she hadn’t caught on to his selfish
ways.
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(Excerpt
continued)
PREDATOR
LOVE
Sally
had known if she’d play her cards right she could have her boss eating out of
her hand. ‘And everywhere else too,’ she’d thought with a slight surge of
pleasure. ‘Men are so predictable.’
She’d
interned at her last place, a naive little thing straight out of Business
College. That had been her first Boss’s loss, thinking because she was petite
and even younger looking than years would indicate, she supposedly had
innocence to go along with those pubescent looks.
But,
he’d sure been wrong with that kind of an assumption. Her loss of innocence
occurred years earlier in school; a gym instructor who’d taken special notice
of loose blond curls, skinny legs, and a chest that, although small, was
perfectly proportioned with the rest of her.
When teacher
man started questioning Little Miss Innocent about boys, what her dating
included, and how well it had been going, she’d think up all sorts of stuff,
most of which she’d gleaned from romance novels and hadn’t happened at all. That kind of ‘story telling’, of course, occurred
a little later on in their relationship. From all appearances, everything had seemed
quite innocent, at least at first.
Girl
has cheerleading practice after school; Coach sees her waiting for a ride who’s
obviously either late or possibly won’t show at all. After a couple of
instances like that, he offers her a ride home. Everything seems quite
appropriate. After all, Coach could have a daughter at home nearly the same age.
Anyway, he’s been known to offer other girls similar ‘assistance’ in past
years, although none this semester. But, what occurred as their relationship
inevitably progressed was a secret shared by him and the girl, not anyone else.
***
True
motives, given enough time, have a way of exposing themselves. In this
particular case, it was hard to determine which of the two players was pursuing
the other, and with the more dubious motives.
Of
course, the situation becomes clearer when you take into account their
difference in ages. A girl might be expected to be attracted to a handsome
coach she comes into contact with regularly. Nothing too serious, just a
schoolgirl crush, a spicy fixation towards an authority figure, that’s the way
it was at first. But, regardless of how attractive that aspiring female might
be, an adult instructor around young girls is just plain supposed to know
better than letting ‘ol peter’ rule over what he knows is damned well wrong.
Susan’s
older ‘heart throb’ didn’t have such principles. When she sashayed her pretty
little butt, stuck out that wiggly little teenage chest, and smiled real
pretty…well, put it this way, when you’re a bachelor (divorced), pussy is where
you find it, to hell with consequences. Other years he’d taken advantage of
‘fringe benefits’ like what this little doll was offering and gotten away with
it, why not now?
***
After
several occasions of observing Susan waiting around because her Mom couldn’t
make it on time to pick her up after cheerleading, Jack LaGrange, her
gymnastics coach, offered the girl a ride home. Right off the bat, he’d made
his bold move. And, for an inexperienced young high school brat, she nary bated
an eye.
“I’ve
been watching you a lot,” he’d confessed. “You sure look good doing your
routine.”
There
was no mistaking that inflection in Mr. LaGrange’s voice, the way he was
looking at what was peeking out from that short, plaid, uniform skirt she was
wearing. Those long, skinny legs have been an attraction to lots of boys and
men in her life, even more so now that she was ‘grown up’.
“You look real good in that Fulcrum High
outfit you got on.” “Good enough to eat,” he’d added, and she’d laughed along
with him, knowing pretty darned well what he was implying. It was kind of like
the big, bad wolf and little red riding hood, ‘a grown up version’, she’d
correctly assumed. Later on, when talk turned to action—in later weeks when
their relationship turned from flirtatious to down right nasty, they’d both
proved that ‘adult’ assumption proved out to be the correct one.
Who
wouldn’t be flattered? A grown man, a teacher, and he was complimenting a young
girl like her.
***
One
thing led to another and Susan’s Mom, busy with a new job, couldn’t make it on
time anymore to pick her up after practice. So, rather than waiting an extra
half an hour till her mother got off, Susan accepted Mr. LaGrange’s offers for
a ride home almost every night.
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