This story is the second part in a romantic series about Mike and Jessica, a woman he hires for what he thinks is just a temporary basis. Reading the first part will help this segment make more sense.
Part 1 is here.
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Monday night I had a lot to think about. The previous weekend I was high with adrenaline about the potential for my relationship with Jessica. Now I pondered developments of the previous ten hours as the scotch twirled in my glass, the marbles long since warmed to room temperature and a soft wafting of smoke rose from the cigar I held. Jessica and I had spent many naked hours on the massage table and couch and if her kids didn't require being picked up, we would have spent all night there at the office. But what would tomorrow bring?
There was no going back. How then do we go forward? The standard warnings against inter-office romances screamed in my brain. What would clients think if they found out? What about the professional chemistry we had established? Wasn't that at risk? My libido or my heart shouted questions back. Why should they find out? Why should our relationship and chemistry be limited to a professional relationship!? Each question bounced through my brain as the light fog of my cigar moved in. Finally, my will retaliated against my brain, heart and dick. What was the point of a riskless relationship? This was the most fun I'd ever had and I was going to embrace it and damn the potential consequences.
There was only one thing left to consider. Jessica and I were running a successful consulting corporation so it wasn't like we could just knock off to fuck all day. There would have to be rules and structure for how things got done. Even as I pondered this, I realized I mentally put the corporation in the category of "We" and not "I." Six months ago this was an impossible suggestion. I would never share, would never want to share my company. Still, the company was in my name no matter what sales she brought in or solutions she had. I must bring some element of control to the situation. I made a few mental notes and put out my cigar. I thought it was a good plan.
But what would Jess think?
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The next morning began with sunshine and an early start. Faint smiling dreams faded into the realization that I was awake. Three seconds later the events of the previous day flooded my mind and the smile became a grin as I leapt from my bed to address the day. By five thirty I was in the office, clad only in a pale blue silk robe, hammering away at my email in-box. If we were going to have the week I had planned, I would need to create a buffer to allow it. Pandora was playing in the corner; I think it was set to "Songs that don't sound like Queen but you wish they did." The music playing, the adrenalin for the day and a hundred emails calling for my attention I quickly became absorbed.
So it was somewhat of a surprise when my senses suggested that I was no longer alone in my office. Hidden by the pounding syllables escaping the speakers, Jessica had slid into the doorway of my office. My gaze moved slowly up as I realized she was there. Her hands were on her tilted hips, red lipstick reflecting the light streaming through the window. Heels elevated her off the floor and black lace stockings crawled up her legs. The angle of her hips screamed out by the black panties she wore.
The only other adornment she wore was the French blue tie that knotted loosely around her neck, dangling between her beautiful nude breasts and pointing playfully to where my eyes naturally fell anyway. She waited silently, letting me enjoy every inch of her beautiful body. Finally, when my eyes clawed their way up her body and met her piercing blue ones, she spoke.
"Good morning, Sir. Would you prefer coffee, tea or me with your paper this morning?"
"Good morning, Jessica. I would prefer the first and last options, please. No tea for me this morning." I watched Jessica spin around slowly several times, giving me the full view of the stockings and panties. The cut was so high in the back that it seemed there was nothing between the lace on her thighs and the waistband snug against her skin.
When she returned, I observed that this morning Jessica lacked the slight hints of awkward nervousness she displayed yesterday. She entered the room as a confident woman at play, reveling in being the object of my desire and knowing that she would fulfill those desires. She placed the cup and paper on my desk and began an erotic dance for me. Her hips swayed and her fingers combing through her black hair. I watched her body move like a snake to the music as I sipped my coffee, my robe failing at any pretense of modesty.
The song changed and Jessica toyed with the tie, as if pulling herself by that adornment toward me. I reached out and touched the skin between her panty and stocking, holding her hips between my palms. She released the tie and began playing with her own breasts, fingers squeezing her own flesh as she swayed between my grasp. Jessica's eyes closed and she gently bit her lip when I slid a finger up the crease in her black underwear. I felt her grind against my hand so I teased her, playing with the outer reaches and ignoring her sensitive core.
Finally, I reached for her tie and pulled her to her morning duty. Instead of kneeling like she did the day before, Jess bent from the waist to kiss the very tip of my penis. I held the tie like a leash but it was all for pretence as she began drinking from me. Abandoning any bobbing she worked me over with her tongue, pulling the skin and with the suction she applied, barely had to move her angled body as I was irresistibly pulled into her mouth. I was stroking her cheek when I felt the first convulsions explode onto her tongue. Her fingers gripped my robe, holding us both in this bizarre formation. The aftershocks came swift and often, till finally I inhaled deeply and relaxed into my chair and released my grip on the tie.
She paused, stood and then smiled, her mouth tightly closed. I lifted my coffee mug to her and whispered a toast, "To my lovely worker bee, Jessica!"
I watched her throat move, swallowing my offering. She tilted her head toward me, "To my amazing boss, Michael!" Then she smiled and I watched that ass framed in black walk out of my office.
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One of the many emails I had answered early that morning was a request from Robert to do lunch -- on his dime, apparently. Ah! How I love my grateful customers! So among putting on clothes (I don't know about you but I don't work well in nothing but a robe!) and ordering flowers for my lovely Jessica, I reviewed his file. Depending on how the equity firm liked us or didn't, we might be looking for new customers. It certainly wouldn't be Robert's fault if they gave us the boot. But in order to be preemptive I had Jessica do some research on the acquiring firm to see if there were any relationships we could leverage.
By 11:30 Robert and I were sipping our diet cokes and limes at Big 10 Bar and Grill waiting for our burgers.
"I still can't thank you enough for helping me out last week. You saved the deal. It sounds like the equity guys really want to keep you on and you might get a few more clients with the rest of their portfolio!" Robert was enthusiastically waving his arms.
Something I've noticed in my years of doing business, when you do right by someone, they are more excited to return the favor than just to do something nice to begin with. I'd known Robert for years, but this was the first time he tried to help me grow my business. Now with Jessica's help we had not only stopped the bleeding at his company, but also secured an equity investment that Robert needed to increase his market share. His reaction was that of a man trying to repay a debt that was greater than even he could estimate.
"Bobby," I smiled, "You are very welcome. But I really can't take much of the credit. Jessica is the one who discovered the mismatch in valuation versus income. She took your file home, did some extra legwork and brought it to my attention."
"You better take care of her, Mike. She's worth her weight in gold, that one!"
"Oh, I did. Remember that small check you gave me?" The 'small' check was $20,000, so my mention of it raised his eyebrow. "I gave her half."
"Should have given her all of it, if you're gonna brag her up like that!"
