You call me into your office. I shut the door behind me and I see you dressed in a sharply lined suit jacket, drawn in tightly about your waist, a low-cut blouse that reveals your gorgeously plump cleavage, an asset that you use to your best advantage. You are wearing a short skirt which reveals your long, shapely legs. Finished with high heels, you are a sight to behold.
You tell me to sit. I sit down at the chair by your desk. I have a great view of your cleavage and you lean forward, knowing that it will cause me great difficulty to avoid gazing where I shouldn't be. I squirm a little in my seat.
"Rich," you say, "I've looked over the figures you emailed this morning. Frankly, I don't think you're going to make your target by year end. So, what am I to do with you?"
I gulp, knowing you're probably going to give me a warning.
"I'm confident of my ability to make the target," I respond. "I know I can perform this quarter, give me a chance to prove it."
You regard me coolly.
"Hmm, I'd be taking a big risk on you Rich."
Standing up, you slowly, languidly walk around your desk to my side - I can't take my eyes off you. You look down on me, appraising me thoughtfully, but I'm not sure what's going on behind your hard frown. Am I your prey, or am I going to get another chance - I cannot fathom.
"If I'm to take a risk on you, I need to be sure of your performance and, more importantly, your loyalty to me. Can I count on your loyalty?"
I look into your eyes and, amidst the coldness of your stare, I begin see a playful warmth. I stammer a response, "I'm willing to do whatever you tell me to."
You smile broadly, "Good, I like the sound of that! Now, stand up."
I stand at your command.
You drawl, "Obedience... I like that too... Now remove your jacket."
I look at you, puzzled, but your eyes brook no delay.
"Do as I say!" You command.
I shrug off my suit jacket and drop it onto the chair. Having taken my jacket off, you say, "I need your total obedience and commitment to this team. On your knees!"
I'm a little stunned and confused at your command but I dutifully drop to my knees. Resting your arse on the desk you point a foot at me and gesture, "Kiss it... kiss me."
Totally lost and bemused, not knowing if this was some cunning ruse to speed my departure or some other test, I begin to kiss your foot; first at the ankle and then over the strap of your shoes.
"Higher," you command.
I begin kissing your ankle and shin, sheathed in sheer nylon. I can't believe what I'm doing. Am I nuts? Just what the hell is going on here? Whatever is happening, I'm getting turned on and I can sense your triumph as you take pleasure in my obedience.
"More! Put some effort in boy!" You command.
I begin to kiss your feet and ankles fervently. I trace a line of kisses up your shin and you gesture with a flick of the leg, to encourage me higher. I kiss the globe of your knee, licking and nipping the nylon and then up your thigh. I get a rush of excitement and desire as you grip your skirt between your thumb and forefingers and hitch your skirt up higher, revealing the stocking tops and clips that bind them to the hidden suspender belt about your waist.
I can see the smoothest, softest skin of your inner thighs, your legs toned and supple. I'm melting at the thought of what this could be leading to but fearing that this is simply nothing more than a cruel game.
You drop a hand to the back of my head pushing it forward. I kiss your stockings from knee to the top, before opening my mouth and placing the tip of my tongue on your skin and gently licking your thighs. I lick higher and, releasing my head, you hitch your skirt higher and higher by the slightest of degrees, till I can peek at what I suddenly realise is your exposed vulva. I'd often imagined you in nothing but your underwear, so it was a delicious surprise to discover that you chose not to wear knickers. This discovery made my cock stiffen and begin to hammer against the fabric of my trousers.
You shuffle your bottom forward to the edge of the desk and swivel your hips to give me a better view and easier access to your pussy. It is so inviting, neatly trimmed dark hair above those sweet lips and the delicate hood of your clitoris. The barest trace of moisture about your labia give away how turned on you are and it makes me desperate to taste you.