He couldn't believe what was happening, it was insane. If he was honest, he had fantasised about fucking his boss plenty of times but he never thought it would become reality - and not in this odd way!
"I... We can't do this. Not at work." He said to her, openly 'admitting' to what was happening. He moved to the door of her office, though it took a serious effort of will.
"It would cause too many complications... and... I've got too much work to finish anyway"
She pouted like the spoiled brat that she was and sulked quietly, letting him go back out. She then had a wicked idea and sat back at her desk, leaving the door ajar.
She pulled open the bottom drawer of her lavish desk and rummaged around amongst various artifacts until she found what she was looking for. She pulled it out and flicked a switch.
Out on the office floor, her good little workman was trying valiantly to take his mind off of what had just happened and get back to the mind-numbingly boring tasks she'd given him. He expelled air from his nose in a sound of frustration and began shifting papers around.
All of a sudden he heard a faint buzzing coming from his boss' office, causing him to furrow his brow and wonder what it was. When he heard a very soft moaning sound it didn't take him much longer to put two and two together.
He couldn't believe it! She was so brazen! She knew he could hear her but was trying to do the sensible thing. He stood up impatiently and went and shut her door for her, trying not to look, though finding it impossible not to quickly glance over her.
She had been sat in her large leather chair, sitting and looking perfectly normal as though she had been working away at something. He shook his head and headed back to his desk.
He heard another moan, a little louder this time. Followed briefly by a few others. He tried his best to tune them out.
Though she was enjoying the sensations provided by the little bullet vibrator she had quickly placed in her panties, she realised she wasn't getting what she wanted out of him. How could he resist!? She had to change into a higher gear.
Moving over to a small decorative mirror she had on the wall she began teasing her hair out of it's professional bun and into a more tousled mess. It fell to her chest where she undid two of the buttons of her blouse to reveal more of her deep cleavage - aided by a quick propping-up of the bra. She also slid her pencil skirt up a little for good measure.
The door to her office opened and she stepped slowly out, looking his way with an expression of frustration. He returned it, trying to encourage her to back off - though perhaps not REALLY trying.
She stalked over to his desk like a jungle cat, standing before him with one hand on her hip as though waiting for something.
"Well?" She said.
"Well WHAT?" He responded with irritation.
"Where are my reports?"
He looked away momentarily in disbelief.
"You're joking, right? How am I supposed to get this shit done with the way you are behaving?"
