It was Tuesday morning that started just like any other for Brian. He was a recent grad with an MBA from a respectable school and had started his career at a medium sized firm in the financial sector that spring after graduation. Now getting into early winter he thought he was adapting well to the professional environment.
Brian had just settled into work at his desk this morning when the owner of the firm, Kelly Jones, arrived, walking past his desk she stopped and said good morning.
"Good morning Brian. I see you got that report I had asked you to take care of sent out yesterday afternoon. Thanks for your hard work on that last week." She said.
"Good morning Ms. Jones," he responded, "Thanks for having the confidence in me to get it done."
"You've been doing great here, Brian, I'd knew you'd be up to it. If you get a few minutes this morning come and see me in my office, there may be a few other things we can get you involved in." Kelly smiled and then continued walking to her office in the corner of the floor.
"Will do," Brian responded, his confidence growing to have been noticed by the owner of the firm. He had always been driven by the desire to please those in authority over him.
It had been a fairly simple task just some standard reporting on a few investment accounts to a small group of clients. It was really just a matter of compiling some numbers and providing a bit of analysis. Something he had done numerous times, though in this case Kelly had finally allowed him to proceed without any oversight.
The acknowledgement from his boss made him feel good about the work he had done; but something had been eating at the back of Brian's mind since he had sent the report. He opened the copy in his computer files and began to go through it again, checking against his notes.
"Oh shit!!" He thought when he saw the error. He had transposed two figures which gave his future analysis a much rosier outlook than the investment actually warranted. The clients of his firm stood to lose a lot of money if this wasn't changed. Those investors already had this report and could already be making decisions based on it.
His mind raced to the repercussions. Best case, he thought, he'd be stuck with his immediate superior checking every report and bit of work he did well into the foreseeable future. Worst case, those clients would already be investing based on this report, it may take a few weeks or months but they might start losing a lot of money and he'd lose his job.
"Ms. Jones seems like a reasonable person," Brian thought, "best to own up to this as quick as I can, take responsibility, and we can figure out how to fix it." He quickly printed off a copy of the report and highlighted the mistakes, then headed to Ms. Smith's office in the corner of the floor.
He knocked on the open door of Ms. Smith's office. "Yes?" she said.
Brian stepped into the large office and approached her as she sat at her desk looking through some papers. "Um...Ms. Smith...I...uh...may have made a mistake in the reporting...uh...I sent out last night," he stammered out.
"Yes, I can see that here," Kelly responded sternly, holding up the papers she had been reviewing, "Do you know what this could cost our clients? What it could cost this firm, and more personally me professionally?"
Ms. Jones had always been professional, but friendly with Brian, this sudden anger apparent in her voice, as well as how he had disappointed her rendered him nearly speechless. "Well...I...uhhh...is there...um...a way we can fix this?" Brian stuttered back.
Kelly knew when she had assigned this task to Brian, though they always strove for accuracy, it wasn't as important as it had been made out. He needed to take it seriously but it was a good thing for him to learn with and correct errors moving forward. They would simply need to edit the report and call the small group of clients possibly affected. She even knew this group of clients was not fast to act on anything and there was plenty of time to amend Brian's error.
Brian didn't know this and she looked up at him planning her next steps carefully. Kelly had liked the look of her newish employee from the start. He was different from the typical east coast finance guys. They always seemed short, vaguely mouse like, perhaps a little soft with too much prep school coddling. Her profession, especially as owner of her own firm, was demanding and she didn't have much time to date. The egos of the men from this social circle, as well, clashed with her need to be in charge. From the start Kelly had kept her eye on the tall blond Midwestern boy she had hired.
Kelly again addressed Brian sternly as he looked down at the report in his hand trying to avoid her strict gaze, "You've already sent the report out, haven't you?"
"I...uh...yes miss," he responded.
"I'm not sure what good an employee who can't even be bothered to double check his work is to me and my firm." Kelly said as she stood. She could now see her young employee from head to foot and enjoyed the view of his toned body through his well fitted button down shirt and khakis. She flushed slightly thinking of how she may be able to take advantage of him.
"I...uh...I mean I thought I did. I'm sorry, miss. It won't happen again." Brian finally looked up. His boss stood across from him behind her desk arms crossed just under her breasts wearing a well fitted black pencil dress under a shapely jacket. He noticed her feet slightly apart and how her crossed arms pushed her breasts up. He was easily a foot taller than her, but as soon as his look met her blue eyes fixed in a piercing glare Brian again looked down and away.
"It definitely won't happen again if you don't have a job," Kelly replied. She noted how his head had dropped and his shoulders slouched slightly under her authority. He was the bigger person in the room but she was clearly in charge of the situation.
"Miss, I really am sorry," Brian did some quick mental math on the situation. If he was fired under these circumstances, surely he wouldn't get a good recommendation from Ms. Jones. Without that and having only lasted a few months in his first job out of school; finding a new job would be hard, especially with no other real ties to the industry. Not to mention the embarrassment he began to feel having let his boss down. "I'm sure if I fix the report and let people know we can make sure the damage is limited."
"You know as a woman in this industry I've had to work very hard to get and maintain my professional reputation. An incident like this is completely unacceptable at this firm!" Kelly chided.
"Yes, miss, I can see how that is the case. I can accept full responsibility." Brian pled.
"Oh yes, you'll be taking full responsibility for this. Like I said, though, what good are you as an employee in your current role if you make these sorts of mistakes? I may have to find a role more suited to your assets; after we determine a suitable punishment for this misstep." Kelly said, her plan fully forming now, she looked her young employee up and down. Her face and chest reddened further and a slight dampness formed in her pussy at the thought of how she could use her young male employee.
Great
, Brian thought, already about the lowest on the organizational chart due to being the most junior at the firm, now he was sure to have everything he did double checked. At least, it seemed he wasn't going to lose his job.
"Yes, miss, whatever you think is appropriate," he responded finally looking back at Kelly's face noting again her blue eyes and the pale skin framed slightly by a few loose tresses of her dark brown, almost black, hair that hung out of the loose pony tail she had it tied back in.
"That is good to hear," Kelly said as she moved from around her desk and walked slowly over toward the door. Brian followed her with his eyes, turning slightly as she passed and she continued. "You see to reach the status that I have at this young of an age takes commitment." She shut the door to her office and turned back facing Brian once again.
"Yes, miss, I can see that would be the case."
"I don't have much time for socializing, and when I do, the men that I meet, especially in this industry, don't like a woman who wants to be in charge."
"Umm...yes, miss," Brian responded. He was having trouble seeing were this was going, but it was weird that suddenly Ms. Jones dating life was involved he thought.
Wait! What is she proposing!?
He thought. Brian had never thought of his boss in any way other than as his boss and a professional mentor.
"Now as my employee, you would, of course, not mind me telling you what to do? You wouldn't mind me being in charge?" Kelly asked staring at Brian unyieldingly.
Brian further slouched and reddened with embarrassment. Of course, his boss was in charge he thought, and he wanted to make her happy with his work and efforts in the office.
"This morning I've realized I can't necessarily rely on your ability in the world of finance," she continued, wetting her lips with her tongue as she again assessed the young man in front of her with her eyes, "but it seems I may be able to use you in a different way."
"Do you have a girlfriend, Brian?" She asked, moving back in front of Brian.
Brian was somewhat embarrassed standing in front of his boss since she had taken this authoritative tone. He looked down at the floor between them sheepishly and was thrown by this question. "I...uh...no miss," he responded.
Now, as the questions turned more personal, how he viewed his boss started to evolve in Brian's mind.
What was she getting at,
Brian thought.
"But, you've been with women before?" Kelly pressed.
Physically Brian was taller and bigger than Kelly, but in this situation Kelly's presence towered over him. He further dropped his head, embarrassed to admit to his limited experience mostly fumbling around with college girls, hoping they would help him, and tell him what to do; only wanting to please them if they would take some authority.
"Uh...I...uh..."
Kelly stepped close to Brian. He tried to look down and away which only meant he first noticed Kelly's breasts in her professional but low cut dress. With this new line of questioning of his "experience," as he noted her breasts pale complexion and how they moved as she breathed; the scent of her slight perfume or body wash from that morning drifted to his nose and Brian briefly thought of how those breasts would feel in his hands. His cock began to respond.
