Monday afternoon, Ellie sat in her office. She enjoyed the sound of that -- "her office." After three months of on the job training with her predecessor, Kara, she was now the Special Assistant to Edward Frawley, the CEO of Bartleby & Partners.
Kara flew off to London the previous Thursday to assume a new position. Ellie rode to the airport with her. The two women took the opportunity to have sex in the back of the company limousine -- a first for both of them.
On Friday -- at the crack of dawn -- the moving company arrived at her old apartment, loaded her belongings on their truck, and transferred them to a significantly larger apartment; one owned by the company -- Kara's old place -- now Ellie's new place.
She'd spent the biggest part of the weekend unpacking, exploring the apartment, enjoying the views it afforded of The City, and learning some of the services provided by the building's concierge. She still had a few dozen boxes to open, but for now she was relishing the moment.
Ellie wasn't sitting in a corner office... yet -- though, by any measure, she was well ahead of the curve to get there. Plus, her new office adjoined Edward's, and she could go in there any time she wanted.
Kicking her feet, Ellie did a 360 in her office chair -- watching the walls and windows slide past. She did another spin, then stopped to double check her schedule for the next day. The morning would be easy. In the afternoon, she'd sit in on a negotiation Edward would be leading. Ellie read over all the necessary paperwork one more time, then grabbed her backpack and left for the day.
The apartment -- her apartment, she reminded herself -- was within walking distance of the office. She stopped to grab Chinese take-out for dinner, then went home to relax. As she walked, she decided she'd unpack the box containing her sex toys. Before going to sleep, she christened her bedroom.
Tuesday morning, after her shower, she put on a black lace bra and panty set; sheer white leggings; a white, button-up shirt; a short, black skirt, and a matching blazer. She completed the outfit with black ankle boots which added three inches to her 5'7" height.
As expected, the day began slowly. Edward wouldn't arrive until after lunch -- Kara had informed Ellie this would be his normal schedule -- leaving Ellie to make the final preparations for the afternoon meeting. In truth, there wasn't much to do except make sure water, coffee, tea, various juices, and soft drinks would be available to attendees.
Being meticulous, Ellie inspected the Executive Conference Room -- ensuring the carpet was vacuumed, the windows were clean, and the table polished. She placed Bartleby & Partners note pads and pencils at each seat. Then, made sure the chairs were properly spaced, and all pushed in the same distance.
As Ellie adjusted Edward's chair, she glanced down at the corner of the table -- the corner Edward made her rub her pussy against the day they first met in person. Briefly, she considered bumping her clit against it, but knew the vertical blinds were open, and any of her co-workers who happened to look that way would see her.
Returning to her office, she thought about using the corner of her desk. Instead, she reached in her backpack. Searching for a moment, she located a smaller bag containing the item she sought -- a vibrator about the size of a magic marker. It required just two AA batteries, but was surprisingly powerful, and was, thankfully, quiet.
Ellie glanced at her office door. She remembered what Kara had told her once: "Nobody comes in here uninvited." Although she knew no one would catch her, leaving the door open increased her excitement. Removing her jacket, she hung it on the back of her chair.
After raising her skirt to her waist, Ellie lowered her leggings and panties to her knees. Resting her bare ass on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs as far as she could. She brought her right hand up and licked the first two fingers, getting them wet with her saliva.
Sufficiently lubricated, she slipped them between her legs, and rubbed her clit gently. Ellie exhaled calmly; trying to control her breathing. After a minute, she put the tip of the toy in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it, wetting it; then activated the vibration feature, and touched it to her clit. Her body stiffened as bliss radiated through her.
She quivered as she thought about the last time she'd been with Edward and Kara together; just days before Kara left. Ellie recalled how Edward had fucked each of them while they 69ed on a bed in a downtown hotel. Before that night was over, they had each cum multiple times.
The memory helped. Within minutes, Ellie was trembling. She resisted crying out, though a few small moans escaped her as the tension built in her body -- coiling like a spring craving release.
Ellie slid the toy inside herself, and her fingers returned to her clit. The combination quickly took her over the edge. Her body jerked as an orgasm washed over her -- drowning her senses in ecstasy. She struggled to remain upright as she shuddered.
Continuing to pleasure herself, she brought on a second climax before the first had faded away. Ellie convulsed several times, nearly doubling over, and she gasped for breath. She stopped rubbing herself and gripped the desk for support as her knees threatened to buckle.
Lost in rapture -- temporarily oblivious to everything in time and space -- she remained there, reeling as waves of euphoria ebbed and flowed through her. Her hand shook as she let the slick vibrator slip from her pussy, and she nearly dropped it -- twice.
Opening her eyes, she secured her hold on the toy, and fumbled to turn it off. She took long, deep breaths as she recovered. Her eyes scanned her office -- not really focusing on anything -- as her heart rate gradually returned to normal.
Eventually, she stood and shuffled around behind her desk. Reaching in a drawer, she extracted a container of wet wipes, and set about cleaning up. After straightening her clothes, she put away her vibe, and then sauntered into Edward's private restroom to inspect herself in the mirror.
Feeling relaxed, Ellie returned to her office, sat in her chair, and closed her eyes for a power nap. She awoke to her desk phone ringing. The doorman in the lobby informed her that Mr. Frawley had just entered the building. Glancing at the clock, Ellie realized she'd been asleep for nearly two hours.
"Oh, shit!" she blurted.
Ellie scampered to the restroom to splash cold water on her face.
"It's a good thing I didn't have any work to do," she told the hazel eyes reflected in the mirror.
By the time Edward reached the 42nd floor, Ellie was ready and waiting. She walked in his office just after he did.
"Good morning, Ellie," he chirped.
"It's almost 2:00pm," she said.
"Well," Edward noted, "it's still morning in California."
"True," she agreed.
"Mr. Hector is scheduled to be here at 5:00," Edward declared. "Are we ready?"
"Yes, Sir," Ellie reported. "Everything has been prepared. The refreshments are set; the folks in the lobby have been notified. And, I'm ready to watch and learn from the master."
Edward, about to sit down behind his desk, stopped mid-squat, and glared at her.
"Keep up that smart ass attitude, and I'll put you over my knee," he grumbled.
"Don't tease me... Sir," she cooed, as she spun to head back to her office. "Call me, if you need me."
She heard Edward emit a loud sigh as she walked away. It brought a smile to her face, and her mind considered what a spanking might be like -- and what else it might lead to.
While the meeting was scheduled for 5:00, she was ready by 4:30, just in case Mr. Hector tried to catch them off guard by arriving early. The lobby would, of course, notify her of his arrival. But, she didn't want to be scrambling at the last minute to make any final preparations that might be required.
Ellie's phone rang at 4:47. She informed Edward of Mr. Hector's imminent arrival, and they both strolled into the Executive Conference Room. Edward took his seat at the head of the table, and Ellie pressed a button to close the blinds on the windows and door, then sat in the first chair to Edward's right.
No other Bartleby employees were in the room; and Ellie was there only to observe; so Edward, she quickly deduced, would be negotiating with Mr. Hector and his entourage by himself. Ellie thought this odd, but reminded herself he was the Master, she the Padawan.
"Are you nervous?" Edward asked.
"No," she answered. "I'm fine."
"We'll see," he muttered, cryptically.
The door opened. A receptionist walked in, followed by a single man. Ellie barely kept her mouth from falling open, and fought to keep her face neutral.
"Mr. Frawley," the receptionist announced, "Mr. Hector is here, Sir."
It was "Brian" -- a name she'd invented for the man she'd seen on the subway during so many commutes home from work; the man she'd fantasized about countless times while masturbating; the man who'd helped her cum over and over; a man she'd never met.
He was about 40 years old; 6'3", with an athletic build, and a square jaw covered by a goatee. His short, dark brown hair showed the slightest hint of gray, and his brown eyes nearly knocked her over. He wore a perfectly tailored, dark blue, pin stripe suit, with a white shirt, and a royal blue tie.