(Author's note: this story is more D/s than BDSM)
Something happened to Nicola the first time she saw the small group of new hires. Her attention was drawn to one of the women -- not just drawn... captivated. She had no idea why. Was it the confident serenity of the woman's face, framed by the soft waves of her brown hair, which seemed to be streaked with natural highlights? Was it her enthralling blue-gray eyes? Or perhaps her full lips, slightly curved into an expression of alert amusement? Nicola had heard of lips being described as 'sensuous' -- now she was actually seeing them. Something clanged in her chest, and she knew that she'd made her decision about which of these people would become her personal aide.
She addressed the group. "Good morning, and welcome to the Landing Corporation. I'm Mrs. Nicola Burgess, your immediate supervisor. You've been through several interviews, I know, and have navigated those hurdles splendidly, as evidenced in the reports I've received. Currently, we have three openings, and you three have been selected to fill them." She was now putting names from those reports to the faces before her, and soon learned that the woman that intrigued her was Angel Hunter. Giving the other two people their assignments, she informed Angel that she would be her personal assistant.
Angel thanked her quietly, mysteriously sounding almost as if her selection had been a foregone conclusion. Since the other two new hires had left Nicola's office, starting their assignments, the two women were now alone. Up until this point, Nicola's gaze at Angel had been locked at the level of her face. But now she took a moment to look the woman up and down. Angel was dressed professionally, in a crisp, spotless white blouse, and a plain black skirt that fell to just above her knees. Still it was clear that Angel had a figure that almost any woman would envy, with generous breasts, a narrow waist, well formed hips and bottom, and long, shapely legs.
During this scan of physical appraisal of the brunette, Nicola's heart fluttered a little, and she had to swallow to try to wet her suddenly dry throat. "What is it about this woman?" Nicola mentally questioned. As she inhaled, a tantalizing scent teased her nostrils. "Is that some subtle, exotic perfume?" she wondered. "Or is it her?" Clearing her throat, she began explaining Angel's immediate duties.
For her part, Angel felt mildly amused, well aware of the effect she was having on her new boss. It was easy for her to exude an air of confidence, since the vast wealth of her trust fund had been released to her on her recent twenty-first birthday. Unlike the other two applicants, she wasn't desperate to get the job, but she thought it would be an interesting experience and a chance to increase her knowledge. Not being a person given to false modesty, she knew she was capable, beautiful, wealthy and smart -- a powerful combination. Perhaps her body language conveyed some of this, and her boss was merely reacting to it.
In answer to a question, she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Burgess. I understand completely." She was taking a careful look at her new boss. The woman was a little taller, with long, sandy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She stood tall and proud, which displayed her breasts well -- they were almost as good as Angel's own. Angel learned later that her boss went running every morning to keep fit, which explained her trim figure and great legs.
Acting on an impulse, her boss said, "Call me Nicola, please. We'll be working together closely, and such formality will just waste time." Her heart thumped hard in her chest when she thought about what she'd just said, but she felt that she couldn't take it back.
Angel smiled. "I understand, Nicola. I expect that soon we'll be working so closely that people might think we've been joined at the hip," she chuckled. She'd cemented the fact they were now on a first-name basis, and given a subtle example implying intimate closeness. For several years, Angel had been aware of her growing streak of dominance. Her boss might be dominant in a corporate sense, but there were subtle signs that Angel might be dominant to her physically, mentally and emotionally -- time would tell. People in positions of power often subconsciously yearn to be allowed to cede control to someone else for periods of relief. Perhaps Nicola was such a person.
As the days passed, Angel turned out to be as efficient as she was enticing. In a few short weeks, she understood the flow of Nicola's workday, and had things running like clockwork. She was also more fully aware that her boss was truly smitten with her. There were lots of small clues with this regard -- things of which Nicola was probably not consciously aware, but Angel noted them all. Nicola liked standing in close proximity to her... often so close Angel could feel the heat radiating from her boss's body. And when they were closely talking face to face, Nicola sometimes tilted her head slightly, the way a person does when starting to kiss.
When Nicola sat on the other side of her desk, talking, she subconsciously twirled her hair with her fingers. If they were on the same side of a table, looking at a diagram, or a report, Nicola's hip often brushed against Angel's. And her boss might bend down, staring intently at what was on the table's surface... so low that strands of her hair would brush against Angel's bare arm. There were times that her boss would touch her hand in emphasis as they leaned over the table... indeed, one time she even leaned against her personal aide, pointing at something at the far end of the table. Angel was acutely aware of Nicola's tit pressing against her own, during that.
All of these actions were subconscious on Nicola's part. She'd never experimented sexually with women as she grew up, and had no such experiences. Devoutly religious, she'd been programmed that women should be wives, and raise children with their husband. Her conscience strongly censored such 'immoral' thoughts of alternate lifestyles. Her 'vanilla' marriage, raising her kids, was the 'right' way to live, of course. Regardless of all that, Angel was reading clear signs that Nicola, conscious of her actions or not, was sending her signals of seduction.
One day, Angel was at her computer, entering data, but wincing every time she turned her head to look at the data sheet. Nicola noticed, asking, "Is your neck stiff, Angel?"
Angel sighed, "Yes, it sure is, Nicola. Maybe I slept wrong or something."
In the twinkling of an eye, Nicola was behind her chair, using her warm, soft hands to knead Angel's neck muscles. She was thrilled to have an excuse to actually lay her hands on her assistant. Angel's neck muscles were indeed a little sore, but not to the extent she'd been exhibiting. This was more like a test -- a reason to let her boss do something to serve her for the first time. It was part of the growing evidence that Nicola was getting even closer to submitting. A lot of emotion can be conveyed by such hand contact, and Nicola's desire for her was very tangibly expressed during the next ten minutes.
Again, Nicola was able to lie to herself about this interaction. In her mind, this contact was platonic -- medicinal in nature. She was trying hard not to notice how wonderful it was to feel Angel's hair against her hands and wrists. If she was inhaling a little more deeply than usual, it was due to her muscular exertions, of course, and had nothing to do with the tantalizing scent being given off in Angel's proximity. If she stopped to analyze things, she'd still be very confused as to why she was so attracted to Angel -- a physical attraction that was getting more and more difficult to discount. These contacts with her wonderful assistant were both exciting and confusing.
Angel had been a Dominant long enough that she was aware that submissives somehow sensed another person's dominance. In response, they sought to be noticed and to somehow please and serve that person. She was in no hurry -- she was curious to discover if and when Nicola might finally become cognizant of her submissive streak.
One day, something quite interesting occurred. Angel was sorting some files while Nicola was apparently entering data on her computer. Rita raced in and told Nicola there was an emergency and she was needed urgently. Startled, Nicola bolted from her chair to rush out after the panicked woman. Angel hadn't been told to stop or assist, so she completed her sorting, and went over to place the files next to Nicola's computer, as usual. What was on the screen caught her eye though. It was a spreadsheet, and the information it divulged was an eye-opener! Angel's quick mind soaked up the information, and then she returned to her desk to begin her next task. When Nicola returned, Angel made no reference to what she'd seen. She just asked what the emergency had entailed, and how Nicola had handled it. Thereafter, work went on as usual.
Things between the two women continued relatively unchanged until one fateful night. Both Nicola and Angel had to work until the wee hours of the morning on some complicated paperwork that had to be filed the next day. Nicola had called her husband to explain the situation, and asked him to give the kids goodnight kisses from her. The cleaning crew had come and gone. The security guard was down at his desk, dutifully watching the monitors showing the building's entrances. The two women were quite alone, and able to concentrate on finishing their work.
"Oh my god... that does it," Nicola finally announced. "I can't believe how long this took. I swear that they try to make it more and more complicated each time!" She stretched. "Thank you so much for staying and working so hard on this, Angel." Gratefully, she placed the paperwork in the 'out' box so it'd be sent in a timely fashion where it was needed when the office opened in the morning.
Angel herself was stretching, with her glorious tits straining at her blouse as she did so. "I'm glad I could help, Nicola. It feels good to get it accomplished." Her facial expression was one of sensual pleasure at stretching out the kinks from their intense work.
Nicola took one look at Angel doing this, and her heart began hammering in her chest. An urge to kiss Angel became overpowering. It was so bad that Nicola felt she might die if she didn't act on this impulse. She wasn't thinking -- she was feeling! Licking her lips, she moved closer to Angel, again tilting her head in a prelude to a kiss motion.
Angel saw that body language, immediately analyzing it. She forestalled her boss by saying, "Nicola, it looks like you want to say or ask something. What is it?" Her voice was soft, but with an air of command that made the blonde stop.
Over the weeks, the pressure of this need had become almost too much for Nicola. Yes, at dinner parties she'd given the requisite 'air kisses' to other women. But this was different. Overwhelming her at this moment was a hunger to press her lips firmly, passionately against Angel's. Therefore, before she could censor her words, she blurted out, "I want to kiss you, Angel! I need to kiss you so badly right now!" The breathless tone of her voice confirmed the urgency of her desire.
Hearing that declaration -- that of a submissive asking for permission, Angel smiled. She replied quietly and with control, "That would be wonderful Nicola, and I'd like that very much. But you haven't earned that right yet."
