Office Misconduct

Chapter Six

Già raised her hand, knocked hard on the door not really expecting Patricia to answer. She could at least say she tried but Patricia had not been in. She turned to walk away when the door opened. A man stood in the doorway. "What did Boss Man..." He stopped mid sentence and looked her up and down. "Oooh, you're not Patricia," he said.

"Neither are you," she retorted.

"You must be the new hire."

"Già." She extended her hand, "yes, I'm new." She couldn't help but stare at the ringlet hanging over his eye.

"Ah, ok." He tossed his head but the ringlet bounced back into position.

Già's brow furrowed, he had not offered his hand. "And you are?"

"Oh right, Devin Marks. Peej, uh Patricia should be here soon. I'd let you in but... it's not my office." He gave her a lopsided grin making him look goofier than before.

Già compelled herself not to roll her eyes. "So, I should wait here?" She waved her hand, "in the hallway, OR should I go to an office I have NO idea of the location of and wait for her to call ME on a phone I have yet to touch?" She tapped her foot, her voice raising with each word til she was almost shouting. Her perturbed look should have created a better response from him.

"One minute." Devin held up one finger, then pulled back from the door shutting it in her face.

Patricia slipped into the bathroom. She had never ventured past the entryway. She headed straight to the sink. She turned it on looking in the mirror. Did she look different? She felt different. She had never been manhandled like that before. If her suspicions were correct there might be more of that in her future. The new-hire was a problem, her problem. She had to make sure she didn't become Sam's problem too.

She cupped her hands letting the cool water fill then she bent down to drink it in. It helped soothe her throat. At one point she thought Sam might poke a hole in her throat. His girth was thick and had never seen an uncut cock like that before. She rinsed her mouth, wishing she had a toothbrush right now. She stood up, smoothed down her dress with her hands. No pantylines, she giggled. She couldn't help it, the whole experience didn't seem real but she could still feel Sam's cock lodged in her cheek and taste his cum. 'I wonder what he's going to do with those panties.' Right now, she had to find that new-hire and take care of things. She stood tall, exited the bathroom, left through the Executive Assistant office she knew would soon be hers and went off to find said new-hire.

Patricia found the shoe-tapping new-hire outside her office door. Her hand was poised to knock. "Can I help you?" Patricia held her hand over her mouth containing her laughter when the girl jumped and screamed.

"Oh shit, you scared the life out of me!" Già turned to face her with her hand over her heart.

"Are you looking for me?" Asked Patricia.

Già rolled her eyes. "Yes," she pointed to Patricia's office with her name clearly on a sign next to the door she was standing in front of. "There is a rude man in there who would not let me in to wait for you. I would have waited in my office, but I have no idea where it is."

"That's Dev," Patricia said as if that explained everything. Patricia reached over Già's shoulder and used her ID card to make the door click and open.

"I told you to wa... Peej," Dev cried out pulling the door open letting both women inside. Patricia shot him a look, he nodded. Patricia pointed to the chair in front of her desk. "Please take a seat."

Già eyed the chair and shook her head, considering what she had just endured from Sam's large hand landing so hard on each of her raw cheeks. "I'd rather not, I'll stand."

Patricia shrugged, "suit yourself." She walked around her desk and sat. She was not letting this new-hire intimidate her. She felt a new sense of power now. "I have set you up in the system." She opened a side drawer of her desk and pulled out a file. She opened it and pulled out a card. "This is your access card. You will have access to the areas you need for today, more access will be given after you're cleared." Patricia pushed the card across her desk towards Gia. "You have a temporary office set up for you down the hall. We will settle you permanently after you're cleared." More than likely, she'll be gone in a week. Patricia closed the file and looked up. "Any questions, Già?"

Già looked between the bitch and her puppy, that was his nickname she decided. "No, I don't think so," she said, while internally biting back, 'how did you like getting face fucked with a large cock that will soon be mine?' She felt a smirk drawing into her lips and settled into a more relaxing one. She shifted her weight to her other foot. She looked longingly at the chair but her ass would not tolerate it. She would stand all day in her own office, or maybe lock the Door and settle into a chair until it was time to leave.

"Oh one more thing," Patricia interrupted her thoughts. "There is a morale boosting activity on Wednesday, all staff are required to attend. Sam's orders."

The puppy cocked a brow, the bitch shook her head. "Later," she mouthed. The puppy nodded.

"So, may I be excused?" Già pointed to the door behind her. She stepped up and scooped the key card off the desk.

"It's the third office on the left, your temporary office that is."

Già nodded. "Thank you." She could not wait to get out of this office. She had some serious thinking to do and who was the Bitch's puppy? Could he be befriended?

Sam's agenda was set, the first topic was introducing Già to the team, let her introduce herself then go round the table as each staff member did the same for her. Then on to business topics, each presenter set to summarize the past week and goals for this week. The last topic was to discuss the morale boosting party and that he would be preparing breakfast and lunches for all and hiring a masseuse for the day and set the order for each to get their turn. Pajamas and/or lingerie was preferred for the dress code and that their employees would be sent off-site for an all day training session. He would express to them that this was a 'no rules' party and the bar would be open all day until they left in the evening. He considered telling the guys to bring condoms, but he'd let them ask if that came up. Party games were going to be arranged and he would expect them to treat this even like Vegas, what happens at work stays at work.

Sam looked at the time on the computer and decided to order lunch for himself and for Già as she more than likely had not considered that yet. He would be doing this the remainder of the week until she settled into the routines.

The Bitch's directions had not been clear and after a few wrong turns Gia found herself standing in front of her "temporary" office. The placard on the door told her it was hers. She reached up and copied the embossed letters. Damn, that was fast. She slid her card into the slot at the side of the door. To her delight it turned green. "Oh my God, it worked, it actually worked."

For the second time today she jumped and screamed, dropping her card. Damnit. She stared down at the card, it was going to hurt picking that up.

"And why wouldn't it?" a male voice asked behind her. It wasn't his voice, she knew she had heard this voice before but couldn't remember where. She turned, choosing to ignore her fallen card for now. The owner of the voice was the salt & pepper haired man from her interview. He held a half-dead potted plant in his hands.

"For fucks sake does everyone sneak up on people around here?"

"Sorry about that dear, I thought for sure you heard me coming down the hall, he pointed with his elbow to the left. "My office is down there. I just wanted to welcome you to the team, and bring you this," he extended his arms offering her the plant.

She accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, that's very kind of you..." Damn, she could not remember his name. She turned the plant around. It didn't look any better from this side.

He chuckled, "not really," he leaned in and whispered, "Don't let Patty see it, she gave it to me," he laughed louder, his voice boomed down the hall. "I'm not good with plants. She issued it a death sentence, you have given it a pardon." He bent down and retrieved her card. "Now let's get you into your office. Shall we?" He slid her card through the reader, it turned green and he pushed the door open.

Già walked into her new office, set the plant down onto her desk. It was sparsely decorated. It contained a desk similar to His and the Bitch's, Già's was smaller than theirs but then again so was this office. The chair behind it looked inviting. There were watercolors in muted colors adorning the walls and a small mirror. Già walked in and set the plant on the desk, then walked to the mirror, lifted it from the wall, and studied the wall behind it. She knocked on the wall, nothing happened. "You're being paranoid." She replaced the mirror and turned around. Her visitor had closed her door and left. A chair much like the one in his office sat in front of her desk. She walked around to the back of the desk and lowered herself gingerly into the seat. She winced when her cheeks hit the leather, and groaned as she settled in. She flipped her access card in her fingers.

Maybe this card worked in the office next to Sam's, the Executive Assistant's, he called it? She hadn't seen a card reader but then she hadn't been looking for one either. She would try it out later. While she was there she wanted to check it out again. "Oh shit," a heat to rival the one she felt on her freshly spanked ass rose up her face. Did anyone watch her getting spanked? She was ashamed to admit to the thrill she felt at someone watching. She could imagine someone on the other side of the wall listening to her moans and the hard slaps of his hands. Maybe someone was stroking to her moans. Perhaps the puppy? She laughed out loud.

But seriously, what was that room used for? She was certain he knew about it and she was just as certain he knew she had been watching. His show has been for her. She was certain of that. She held her hand over her gurgling stomach. She had no idea where to find lunch, Patricia had neglected to share that information. Nor had she considered making one since she was currently low on cash.

While Sam waited on security to notify him lunch had arrived, he perused an on-line store. He selected a list of items in his cart, sent the order to her address. 'This should keep her alluring smile for the next few weeks or so,' he thought. He took a look at each of his palms, the redness was wearing off along with the sting he caused while he smacked Già's butt. He had not spanked a woman that hard before and for her not to scream or insist on him stopping. She took that so well and had him aroused at the image of her eyes turning to glare at him from his desk, lips trembling, her legs shaking, as she too was equally aroused. 'Yeah, I think she will appreciate the set of panties and lingerie I shipped to her.'

He opened his one drawer, took out each pair of panties and took turns inhaling them, comparing their scents. His phone took his focus away, threw the panties back into his drawer and hit the speaker button. Eric from security notifying him of his lunch order delivery.

On his way to security, Sam poked his head in on PJ, she was busy looking at her screen when he opened the secure door with his card, "Hey, PJ, you were terrific, I'm off for lunch with our newest employee, be sure to have the team ready for the staff meeting, we have a full agenda and still on a time crunch given Wednesday will more than likely set us back again." He winked at her, leaving her without a word offered back. It was best she took in what happened and whether she wanted a second round of that.

Her door beeped, Patricia looked up as Sam walked in. She almost stood. Sam never entered without knocking. She felt the color rose in her cheeks. She knew he couldn't see her screen from the doorway but she turned it slightly away anyway. She smiled, listened to his latest orders and nodded. There wasn't even time for a reply. He was gone.

"Ahem," Devin cleared his voice from the other side of the room. "I don't think he even noticed me."

"Good," she replied. "Now come look at this, please." She turned her screen back to face her. "What do you think of this?" She asked.

He looked over her shoulder. "I think you're going to owe me a lot of desserts," he whispered into her ear. She blushed. She didn't know if they were eating from the same menu anymore.

Sam picked up his bag of food and found Già's new office and without knocking he entered, like he owned the place, which he did after all. He found her setting up her accounts and once she realized who had entered, she calmed down immediately. "I bought us lunch, hope you don't mind. I selected a variety of dishes and you can have the rest to take home." He lifted the items out of the bag and placed them before her as she listened to what dishes he had ordered. "Take what you like, I will pick one after you."

She looked at the array of food he had spread across her desk. It all looked and smelled heavenly. Her hand hoovered from left to right and then left again. He laughed. She looked up, he was smiling, a real smile.

"You should do that more often," she suggested.

"What is that?" he asked.

She moved her hand back to the left, she saw something she wanted. "Smile," she winced, putting weight on her left cheek was a no go right now, so she decided on a dish closer to her. "It makes you less... scary."

"Am I scary?" he asked her. He held his hand over hers preventing her from taking her second choice.

Her heart slammed into her ribcage. She sucked in her breath. He picked up the dish she had been eyeing and placed it carefully before her.

More than you know, she thought. Her fingers slipped over a sauce packet. 'Tear here' did not really mean tear here. She raised it to her mouth, bit the corner. "Maybe intense is a better word?" The packet still refused to give. He took the packet from her mouth, letting his thumb sweep across her lips. Her stomach did somersaults and her pussy worked overtime secreting juices. Fuck. He tore the package and handed it back to her. She sat there dazed waiting for her breathing to normalize.

He chose his plate, no wavering on his part. "You definitely know what you want." She meant it as a joke given the selection of food he had brought in.

He looked back at her. "Yes, I do." he dropped his eyes to the charm hanging at her neck. "That I do Già."

"You have questions for me, about how I run my business here, how I get away with what just happened in my office." Sam looked at her while they each ate the food, keeping his eyes on hers as they lifted up and down, from her food brought to her lips and back up to his. He did not ask that of her to respond, his confidence exuded from him, deliberately meaning that as a statement of fact. Any employee that just had her butt spanked in her new boss's office, saw his cock thrust into another woman's throat, meaning these as disciplinary actions waived by consent with signatures on a form, would have doubts.

He ate his food while she contemplated her response. The pink hue of the B and G on that necklace dangled back and forth. It looked good where it was and hoped her surprise delivery when it arrived later today would diminish any doubt of his desires for her.

He continued before she could clear her mouth of the food, swallowing and preparing to speak, "you see, I don't believe in normal business practices of warning employees of pending threats of termination, I don't fire people, I motivate them. I hire to get things done and turnover just adds unnecessary delays and frustration to the other employees. Where some would call what I do, 'inappropriate' and called 'harassment', instead I bring out the best in people and let those that want to explore in order to bond relationships I feel creates a free-thought environment. We are human beings and there is nothing wrong with seeing an employee or coworker as sexually attractive and doing something about it. Once those lines are crossed, mutually, of course, then people heighten their focus and loyalty to the company and to each other." Sam ate in silence while he let that all sink in.

Già chewed slowly, she was beginning to feel like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole. Nothing seemed to make sense and yet it did. She stopped chewing, her eyes on his, "I believe I asked for the spanking."

Sam wiped his lips from the residual food, setting his dish onto her desk all the while keeping his eyes on hers, whether they dropped or looked away she would find them still there, looking at her. "Do you always get what you ask for?" He asked this with a bent grin on his lips. Folded the napkin over and placed it over his closed basket. He crossed his leg over the other and leaned back into the chair.

Her smile faded, she cast her eyes down. "No," she pushed aside her lunch. She dropped a hand over her stomach and looked back up at him. She had to be careful with him. He felt like a life raft in the storm-swept sea of her life. But even life rafts capsize. Without thinking she slid her charm back and forth across the chain. She was staring at him but her eyes were unfocused. He knew she was watching this morning.

She picked up a napkin, wiped her mouth, dropped the crumpled tissue into her basket of eaten food.. She leaned forward, her elbows cupped in her hands on her desk. 'What is that room used for? Why does it exist?' She wanted to ask him those questions.

"Oh, oww," she grimaced as she shifted her weight in the chair. She offered a half smile, "thank you for lunch, Sir." She studied his face part by part. His gaze as always was intense. His beard was neatly trimmed. 'Would he honor another request, throat fucking her instead of that bitch?' She wanted his cock in each of her holes, but she had to focus on her goals. His full lips beckoned her, she ran a finger over her own lips not aware she was doing it. His kiss had been brief and yet she still felt it.

"What did the..." she caught herself before using the given nickname. "What did Patricia do?" She blurted, "why did she need to be... punished?" She let the question sit there between them. She slid her charm along the chain.

Sam chuckled as he stood, packed up what was not eaten, dropped the empty dishes into her trash can. He filled the delivery bag and set it next to her desk. To her surprise he walked behind her chair, she shifted upwards against her bared, beaten cheeks. He gripped into her shoulders, massaged into them enough to let her exhale, relaxing, then he leaned to her red mane of hair to her ear, each palms slid down her shirt and folded the buttons aside, sliding into her shirt and into her bra and under her bared, full breasts.

She had gasped and moaned while he spoke. "You will find, Già, that I will be assigning specific tasks, these tasks are not optional." He lifted under each breast and folded them over the bra cup, spilling them into her shirt. He slid thumbs around each of her now erected nipples. "PJ, Patricia, was told to bring me your new-hire folder so we could discuss her actions moving forward when you arrived." He brought each index finger to close in around each nipple and began a slow pinch and twist. "You, however, brought them to me yourself, resulting in those spanks you so desperately needed. Leaving your scent on that folder was... let's say a bonus."

His gruff voice and heavier breaths filled her ear as she shifted back into her leather chair, the pain in her cheeks, pulling her breasts backwards while his fingers pulled towards her desk, into her restricted shirt added to her level of pain. "I should perhaps be thanking you, that poor woman has yet to have seen my intentions, to follow through on my disciplinary actions." He wanted to bite into her neck, to leave his mark, instead he licked her earlobe right over her dangling earring.