All Bar & Little Bite

This first chapter sets up the characters. A little provocative teasing is good for one’s imagination. Future chapters will sport more play. I promise! Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Donald Parsons, CEO of his own consulting firm, was a big man. At 6’5” and 250 pounds his size alone made him intimidating. He was nearing his 50th birthday but seemed at least ten years younger with his tan, smooth-skinned face, healthy physique, and high energy level. The only thing betraying his years was a slight “after 40” paunch to his belly. He was average looking, but he had piercing, blue-gray eyes distinguished by dark lashes and eyebrows. Those eyes would light up and soften with his million-dollar smile when he was pleased; or they could darken and bore icy fear right into one’s heart when he was pissed off. Anywhere he went he commanded attention; especially at business functions as he just dripped power, and kept everyone on their toes with his keen intelligence and acumen. He was used to, and expected, his colleagues and staff to automatically defer to his decisions and judgment. Although if convincing enough, associates had been known to persuade him to go along with a different thought or idea, but this was on rare occasion.

This morning he was impatiently waiting for a return call from Herman Miller, the firm’s attorney, regarding licensure of a company he was assisting a European client to purchase. Several kinks had been ironed out over the past few months of negotiations, and it had not been easy. Now, with the closure of the deal at hand, someone had chimed in that there might be a problem with certain licenses that allowed the company to operate. At this late date, this close to the wire, this snag was a potential killer of the deal. It was speculated that the licenses may have lapsed a few years ago, and God knows what else that would affect, what fines this would cost. Miller’s ass was on the line, as it was his department that was expected to have investigated all these details before Parsons’ company committed to consulting and assisting in any deals.

He felt extremely distracted as he tried to read and answer the numerous emails that were waiting his attention when he’d arrived at the office. Some he saved for later contemplation, others that didn’t get to the point within the first three sentences he simply deleted. He had no time or energy to waste on those who could not quickly present whatever issue needed resolving. But for some reason it was not the deal or the emails that were distracting him, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Now and then he glanced out of his office toward his Executive Assistant’s desk. The walls of his corner office were glass from floor to ceiling. Vertical blinds afforded as much or as little privacy as was needed. At times, he liked to leave them fairly open so he could look out and see everyone hard at work. Half a dozen people sat in the middle of the room, each person had his or her own cubicle but the partitions were just less than four feet high, and they knew they were sometimes observed by the CEO. Hence they remained diligent in their research or fact-finding projects, and various other assignments given them by Parsons’ junior executives and lawyer.

At the moment his very much pregnant EA, Karen, was training a temp regarding the ins and outs of how Mr. Parsons liked things done for him. This included designing presentations in Power Point, correlating the data from his research group into spreadsheets and graphs, scheduling meetings and conference calls, arranging travel and what hotels he preferred, even how to correctly making a pot of coffee and how he liked his clothes laundered at the cleaners. Mr. Parsons was divorced and Karen saw to it his household was taken care of, as well as his business needs. But it was a very demanding job and while she could certainly handle everything, she was having doubts that she wanted to continue while trying to raise her baby. Her husband also worked full time and they both put in long hours. Karen didn’t want to be worn out everyday, too tired to enjoy her baby. In the back of her mind she was considering leaving her position, so she’d interviewed several women from the temp agency to find the one she was most confident could take over on a permanent basis.

Saundra Williams was a woman of short stature and many fine curves. At 5’3” she weighed a little more than she liked, but it didn’t seem to discourage any looks of appreciation from men, and sometimes women. Her dark brunette hair was short and wavy, so she only needed to wash it and partially blow-dry it with little time wasted and it always looked great, and somewhat sassy. She dressed conservatively, but her clothes were crisp and showed off her figure very nicely. Her full bosom showed just enough cleavage to entice desires of feeling the shape and weight of those large globes in one’s hands. Her round hips and slightly plump ass delicately sashayed when she walked, betraying much femininity in her business-like stride. Strength and confidence came across not only in her walk but the way she carried herself, even while standing still, and the way she sat at the desk and performed the tasks given to her by Karen.

For Karen, Saundra’s appealing looks were an aside. It had been her impressive background in her career and no-nonsense professionalism that gained Karen’s attention during the interview. Saundra was quiet but commanding, self-assured in an unassuming way. Besides, Saundra was single, had no children, and could afford to sacrifice the long hours this job would require. When Karen asked her why she had not stayed at her previous, lucrative positions she was captured by Saundra’s smile as she answered “I just haven’t found the right niche yet, the job that I can call ‘home’”. That cemented Karen’s feelings that Mr. Parsons would be in the best hands with Saundra, allowing her to accept her decision to quit her job and devote more time to her baby and husband. In the two weeks that followed Saundra’s acceptance of the job offer, Karen was amazed at how quickly Saundra absorbed and completed everything to the letter, even dealing with Mr. Parsons’ household concerns.

Mr. Parsons watch the two women as they worked together. His eyes were drawn to Saundra’s legs as she sat by the desk as they poured over all the details of his busy life. Besides being treated to a view of her well-shaped calves, her skirt had ridden up to expose a glimpse her soft thighs. He kept glancing at her pretty face, so serious in concentration. She had finally removed the jacket of the dove-gray suit she’d worn to reveal a fitted, but sensible, cranberry colored blouse which accentuated her full breasts. The color flattered her pale complexion, her softly rouged cheeks, and her dusk pink lips. His mind flashed on his last date several nights ago with some sweet but unintelligent blonde he’d met at a client’s cocktail party. She had been a great fuck, but not very challenging in the brains department. While he screwed himself dry, she had turned out to be rather boring. He’d felt hollow the whole time, feeling she was most likely shopping for a rich hubby to merely keep her in some fancy lifestyle. Mr. Parsons mused that his distraction might be quelled by a little attention from the sexy woman now sitting beside Karen. Something about this female engaged him. She was so composed but exuded sensuality. It almost seemed as if she was unaware of the aura she gave off. But surely she had to be conscious of the image she was projecting. He was amused by her reserve, and wondered what she’d be like if she unleashed her passion.

On her first day alone on the job, Saundra came into Mr. Parsons’ office just as he was ending a phone conversation. She’d paused at the door, listening to his angry, bordering on rude tone of voice, and calmly approached his desk with the report he’d requested. She patiently stood in front of him and gazed out the window at the incredible view of the city. Her thoughts were only that it was too bad his desk did not face the view, then maybe he’d feel calmer looking at the beautiful site.

“…you’d better get it done, or else I’ll never send any work your way again. Yes, you bet your ass you’ll get over there and make this right…damn well better not blow it,” he growled into the head set then punched the disconnect button. He was momentarily annoyed at the stranger just coming into his office, then suddenly remembered she was Karen’s replacement and looked her in the eye to observe her reaction to what she’d just heard. She handed him the folder containing her finished work and stood with her hands clasped in front of her. He noticed she wasn’t the least bit ruffled, so cool and waiting for his next request of her. As he flipped through the report he was impressed that it was as good, if not better, than her predecessor’s work. He remained expressionless as he glanced at her again, noting her classic but sexy appearance. Then he signed off on the report and handed it back to her. But as she took it from him their fingers touched and he felt a strange sensation zip through him. She smiled and turned to leave his office.

“Oh, Miss…uh,” he was confused that all of a sudden he could not think of her name.

“Williams. But I don’t mind if you call me Saundra.” Her voice was as smooth as good bourbon, warming its way down one’s throat. She stopped at the door and turned to face him, “Will there be anything else, for now?”

“Oh, no, that’s fine. Good job on the report,” he offered her. He looked her up and down, admiring her full figure in a cream colored dress, not too tightly hugging her breasts and hips, just enough to hint at her voluptuous curves. “Send that to Miller, will you?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you.” She smiled politely and closed the door behind her as she left his office. When she sat down at her desk her smile did not diminish as she thought of how even the most powerful men could be reduced to stammering mush by a nice body and honeyed voice.

He sat back in his leather chair and took a deep breath. The spark he’d felt when his fingers glanced hers had surprised him in that it caught him off guard. Certainly he found her attractive, but that was not what pushed his composure. Yet, he couldn’t quite ascertain how she’d affected him. He suddenly felt a little irritated that she’d somehow made a chink in his manly armor. He resolved not to let her distract him in such a way as to cause him to fumble in thought and behavior.

Saundra was mildly flattered by Mr. Parsons’ demeanor. Over the next few days he tried to act more casual around her as if she was just another entity to deal with. But she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was focused on her. So she played on that, subtly teasing him. She took to sitting across his desk from him, rather than respectfully standing, so when they went over documents or reports she had to lean forward showing off her ample bosom. When he looked at her face she might daintily lick her lips or finger the collar of her blouse or lapel of her jacket. Whenever she rose from her chair she would unobtrusively smooth her skirt or dress over her hips and thighs. She found it charming that she had his rapt attention. What she found really fascinating was that she could command his fixation upon her. Even while he was on the telephone, she noticed his eyes on her, whether she was in his office or at her own desk. He seemed to leave the blinds open more often in the days since she’d taken the position of his Executive Assistant.

By the end of the week he could not stop thinking of Saundra. She conducted herself in her usual professional manner. But whenever she walked into his office he couldn’t help staring at her legs or her breasts. She wore her usual business attire, however it always seemed provocative. Her hemlines showed of just enough of her sexy legs and her neckline revealed just enough of her cleavage to entice his imagination. And whenever he was physically close to her he would get just a hint of the fragrance which she wore, never overpowering. She was personable but seemed to hold something back. He wondered what her laugh sounded like and wished he knew a joke to tell her. But then, that would be so out of his character she might have only stared at him in confusion, thinking him a buffoon. Over the weekend he ended up staying at home, not in the mood for much activity or companionship. He tried to work but his thought often drifted to wondering what she was doing, who she was seeing, how she was feeling.

Come Monday he was up and into the office early. He’d taken special care to dress, contemplating what she might like in his wardrobe. He was beginning to think himself a little crazy, forming some obsession of her. But while he sat in his office, and the clock struck 8:00, he was happily anticipating seeing her emerge from the elevator and gracefully stride to her desk. By 8:15 she had still not shown up, which was uncharacteristic of her, and he began to worry. When next he looked at the clock it was 8:30 and he started to feel a little angry as his European client and selling participants would be arriving at 9:00 and there was no one to set up the conference room with pens and paper pads, or make coffee or arrange the fruit and croissants that had been delivered to the office. Just when he was about to call one of the research assistants to take care of things, Saundra arrived, put her purse and coat away, and calmly proceeded to brew the coffee and prepare the conference room for the meeting. It was 8:40 and Mr. Parsons had to restrain himself from blowing up at her.

Despite his unease of the early morning the meeting went quite well. Miller had managed to save his ass and come up with a painless and costless resolution regarding the licenses and the deal was sealed. After an assistant notarized the contracts Mr. Parsons called Saundra on the intercom to come in and make copies of all the signed documents for the attendees. She was looking particularly lovely, and sexy, in a pastel pink dress, bringing out a sensuous glow in her complexion. The other men in the room couldn’t help noticing her as she came in and out, quietly handling her task. She was nonplussed by these important gentlemen stealing admiring glances at her. When she returned with the needed copies she went around the entire table, personally handing them out and respectfully smiling at each man. Mr. Parsons felt a twinge of jealousy of her contact with each one at the table, the way they eyed her. He wondered if it was his imagination that she seemed to even enjoy the inconspicuous attention given her.

When everyone had finally departed he quickly went to his office and sat on the couch. He felt strangely tired and he was in a sour mood. Saundra suddenly appeared to tell him he had a call holding. He could only stare at her, taking in her beauty. All of a sudden he had a tremendous urge to throw her across his desk and fuck her silly! He looked away from her to calm down. He was chagrined that he felt so irrational.

“Take a message and then come back in here. I want to talk to you.” He could not bring himself to look at her. She was back in a few moments and he motioned to the chair in front of his desk for her to sit down. She sat and crossed one leg over the other, her toe pointed down. He looked at her foot, noticing her high-heeled sandal and pink polished toes, then his eyes trailed up her leg to her knee. He cleared his throat and sat up straight.

“What happened this morning? Why were you late? You knew you had to be here to help prepare for this important meeting.”

“Mr. Parsons, I told you on Friday evening I had a dental appointment early Monday morning. I told you that I’d be on time to take care of everything,” she answered softly. Her face softened as she looked at him. “Were the reports not on your desk? Were the refreshments not here and ready? Wasn’t everything in order by the time your clients arrived?”

“Yes, everything was fine. I just forgot about your appointment and you know how important this meeting was,” he spat out, justifying his anxiety. He watched Saundra as she got up and went to close the blinds around his office. Then she came to stand in front of him, her small height rising above him. He moved forward to sit on the edge of the couch, feeling less intimidated that way.

“Then what seems to be the problem? Why are you so agitated? Are you unhappy with my performance?” She threw that out almost as if in challenge. Her voice was calm, but firm. He almost had the feeling Saundra was admonishing him. He looked up at her face peering down on him over her large breasts. It was a little more than he could take and he got up and went to his chair behind the desk. He could feel his cock stirring and it wouldn’t be prudent if she saw what effect she was having on him.

“No, no…you’re performance has met my expectations,” he granted her. Saundra went over to the desk and placed her hands, palms down on the surface, lowering her upper body so he could view the tops of her round breasts.

“Then what seems to be the matter? How can I better serve you?” She looked up at him and for the first time he noticed the color of her eyes, but couldn’t make up his mind if they were hazel or green. She kept a straight face as she enjoyed his discomfort. “Will there be anything else? I have a spreadsheet to finish.” She licked her pink lips and smiled at him. He remained silent so she stood up and straightened her dress, then turned to leave. She swayed her hips a bit as she walked to the door.

“It’s just that I want…” Mr. Parsons paused as he watched her retreat.

“Yes?” She turned to look at him with her most business-like expression.

“I wondered if you would have dinner with me. Tonight. I have some things to discuss with you.” He sat dumbfounded at how ridiculous he sounded.

“I’ll bet you do. I happen to be free tonight. Will we go straight from work?” She felt like the cat about to pounce on her prey. “I’d prefer to go home first, to change and freshen up.”

“Sure, that’s fine. Give me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8:00.” He swallowed at the intent gaze she cast upon him. His mind was racing, confused at how she could level him like some building crashing down. This was not like him at all, letting some woman get under his skin. The whole situation seemed out of control, yet for some reason he was excited by it.

“Fine. Oh, by the way, you have a conference call in ten minutes. Do you need anything, coffee, water, or?” Saundra stood tall on her high-heels, thrusting her chest out, one hand on the doorknob, the other softly rubbing over her hip. She could barely stifle a giggle as she watched him regain his focus and shift into executive mode. He shook his head no and she left him to his conference call, and to wonder what had just hit him.