This chapter is mostly character development so thank you for your patience. I'm still learning how to write and any feedback is much appreciated.
"Great work today Sarah, please lock up behind you when you leave ok?" I smiled at my new secretary as I pulled on my suit coat and grabbed the handle of my leather briefcase. I suppose I shouldn't really call her new anymore, she'd worked for me for about six months now, and she was already doing more than most of the other secretaries I'd had in the past.
As I'd come to expect, she jumped at the sound of my voice, her pen clattering to the desk from her open mouth where she'd been absently sucking on it while reviewing some notes from the meeting we'd attended that afternoon. "Mr. Stone! Oh I didn't... th..thank you sir," she stammered. I uhh I'll remember." Her lovely face flushed a delicate shade of pink as she nervously smoothed her white blouse.
Pausing I stepped close to her desk. "I don't like you staying here by yourself Sarah, please finish what you're doing and then head home ok? I'll remind one of the guards in the lobby to walk you to your car when you've finished."
"Oh that's really not necessary sir," she said quickly, her hazel eyes finding mine. "I can manage."
"Sarah, your management skills are beyond compare, you run this office better than I could have ever expected," I said with a smile. "But I insist on one of the guards walking you to your car, understand?"
"Yes, sir" she replied, "Thank you sir."
Nodding I turned towards the door and stepped away from her desk, calling back over my shoulder. "I mean it young lady, wrap it up and go enjoy your weekend. You work too hard you know."
I caught that beautiful smile from the corner of my eye and heard her quietly repeat her favorite phrase. "Yes sir."
As I made my way down to the guard's desk in the lobby that phrase echoed through my mind. It wasn't an unusual phrase for my office, where professionalism was expected. But the way she said it seemed to penetrate every time, natural and sincere, speaking to a deep, darker side of my life that very few people knew existed. When she first started I wondered if she was a submissive, but eventually decided that she probably wasn't, or at least she didn't know that she was. She was just too damn sweet and innocent, an obvious workaholic who rarely went out clubbing or had much of a social life at all, if the other secretaries were to be believed.
"Too bad," I thought, as I did often when thinking of the cute little secretary. A ping brought me out of my reverie as the elevator arrived on the lobby floor. Stopping by the guard's desk I informed Jeff that my secretary would be leaving shortly and asked him to ensure that Sarah was escorted safely to her car. Jeff had worked the desk for years and I knew that he would make sure that my request was honored. Thanking him I turned to the exit.
"Isn't she that hot little piece of ass up on twenty-eight?" The voice came floating across the near empty lobby, spoken by a young guard who sat casually on the desk next to where Jeff sat at his computer. I froze and turned, my eyes taking in the young, powerfully built young man. I heard Jeff's muffled retort as he grabbed the young guards arm and pulled him off the desk.
He was obviously a body builder, secure in his size and strength, looking for a career where he could throw his weight around and intimidate those around him. The starchiness of his uniform was clearly due to its newness, not care, the wrinkles and food stain were clearly visible even from halfway across the lobby.
Looking at Jeff I made my way back to the desk. I glared the young man down, watching as his eyes flashed embarrassment at being heard, quickly replaced by a prideful arrogance as he stared back. He seemed to swell, his muscles flexing under his uniform as he met my eyes. Looking steadily back I saw when the arrogance melted away and he again shrank, his eyes falling to the floor. Finally I spoke, directing my comments to Jeff. "Not him," I said, my voice a soft growl. "And I hope I never again hear him speak about any young lady who works here that way, especially one of my secretaries."
"He won't Mr. Stone," Jeff assured me, glancing furiously at the ashamed young man who cowered even further, his powerful frame no longer disguising the small, shallow man underneath.
Without another word I walked away and kept going until I was in my car and driving away. Turning on some music I took a deep breath and let my anger at the young man's comment fade away. While his comment was disrespectful, it definitely wasn't inaccurate. Sarah was extremely cute and any man could recognize that her body was phenomenal under those pencil skirts and thin blouses. More than once I found myself staring at her, unable to look away as she bent over my desk, her large breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt. If it wasn't for her sweetness and innocence I might have acted long ago on the urges that I felt every day.
Shaking my head I pushed away my lustful fantasies and focused on my drive home. Looking at the clock on my dash I realized that I still had time to meet some friends for our weekly basketball game, for the first time in a month. It would be nice to blow off some steam and work up a good sweat. I turned off the radio and reached for my phone to let them know I was coming. Three or four pocket pats later I realized that I didn't have my phone. That's when I remembered that I had left it on my desk back at the office.
Growling in frustration I turned around and headed back, knowing I couldn't just leave it there over the weekend. I drove back, making my way quickly as the daylight faded around me. As I walked back through the doors and across the lobby I looked at Jeff questioningly. He called out that Sarah hadn't come down yet, but that her boyfriend had arrived and had gone up to the office to pick her up.
Boyfriend? Sarah had never mentioned a boyfriend before. Punching the elevator call button I waited, my confusion growing. By the time the elevator doors opened on my floor I was more concerned than curious, wondering if everything was ok. Hurrying down the hallway I looked through the windows at her desk. It was empty, her bag still sitting next to her chair but my secretary was nowhere in sight.
I burst through the doors and hurried to her desk punching the button to call down to the security desk. It rang once before Jeff answered. I was halfway through asking if Sarah had come down when I heard something from behind my office door. I hit the disconnect button on the phone and turned to the door, walking quickly to it and started to open it, listening hard. A moan reached my ears, followed by a whispering male voice.
Was Sarah having sex in my office? Why would she bring her boyfriend here? Why would she use my office? This seemed to be confirmed by what I heard next. "Please sir, please fuck my naughty little pussy. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long sir, please let me please you?" Her words cut straight through me, flowing directly to my cock causing it to swell and grow in my slacks. How often had I thought of her saying those words to me? And now she was saying it to another man, in my office?
I was angry, furious that she would violate my privacy and trust like this. But another part of me imagined the scene unfolding on the other side of that door, my sweet secretary not so innocent after all. "Just what the hell is going on here?" My voice thundered across the room as I flung the door open and I stepped inside. I turned on the light, my eyes widening at the sight across the room from me.
Sarah was bent over my desk, her white blouse pulled open and down. Large pale breasts spilled out of a black lace bra, her hair spilling down across the oak surface. A young man stood behind her, still wearing a shirt and boxers but no pants. His fingers were fumbling at the catch of Sarah's bra, obviously trying to get it undone and off, but with little success. His eyes snapped up as the light turned on and he went pale, hands reaching down for his pants as he tried to regain some dignity.
He no sooner succeeded in pulling up his pants when he was running past me and out the door, mumbling some kind of excuse as he went. I let him go, my eyes on my secretary. She hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound. She stayed right where she was bent over my desk, frozen in shock, her eyes wide and fearful. Finally she stood, slowly pulling her skirt back down and adjusting her blouse. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze to the floor. Turning my back to her I shut the door to my office and took a deep breath, wondering how to proceed.
