I walked into my office late, but not by much. I barely had time to sit down and open the bag of breakfast I'd grabbed on the way in before Darleen walked in, her usually short skirt looking even shorter this morning as the slick-looking material clung to every curve of her body. In many ways she looked like she was ready to head out to go clubbing, rather than be a secretary.
"Breakfast in a bag, hair not combed?" she said, making me instinctively reach up to my head. "A smile on his face. Very unlike the Michael Parker of the last few days. Makes me think I didn't need to wear this sexy dress to cheer him up. He got cheered up another way," she said as she walked toward my desk. She leaned on it, pushing the significant amount of cleavage the dress showed toward me. "I think you got fucked this morning."
I looked up at her and frowned before taking a bite of my sandwich so I wouldn't need to answer.
"Uh huh. No denial. Yeah, he got himself fucked this morning," she said with a crooked grin. "Did you save some for me?"
"Darleen, you know we can't be doing that," I said with a frown.
"Ahhhh. Still not denying it. So, who was she? It couldn't have been Lizzy, she came in before you. It wasn't Trish, was it?"
"Who said it was anyone?"
She smiled and moved around the desk. She pulled my chair out from under the desk, sat her firm, young ass on my lap and looped her arms around my neck. "Come on. Tell me, someone new in your life?"
"I just helped someone change a tire and it made me feel good."
"Ohhhhh. Plot thickens. Someone as in a woman?"
"Is it any of your business?"
"Your hands aren't dirty, so it wasn't this morning. So, you changed her tire and slept with her and had enough sex with her this morning to make you rushed for work. Sounds like this is going to be interesting."
"What makes you think I'm going to tell you anyway?"
"Because, I'm going to undress you and fuck your brains out until you talk," she whispered.
"And what makes you think that having sex with me will make me talk?"
"Because it always does. You can't resist answering my questions when I'm bouncing on your dick."
I rolled my eyes. "Darleen. We can't be doing this. We'll get in trouble."
"Honey, we're already in trouble. Just check your e-mail. So we might as well fuck like bunnies before they make us stop."
"E-mail? What e-mail?" I asked, twisting my chair around so I could get to my computer with her still sitting on my lap. I scrolled down my inbox and sure as shit, there was a meeting request from Alissa, the head of HR. "Ohhhhh shit," I groaned. Alissa was known as the redheaded bitch. She ran the HR department with an iron fist and was quick to intercede when any perceived impropriety occurred. It was rumored that she was indeed a natural redhead, though no one had ever proven it, but the bitch part was well known. Most of my dealings with HR had been with her staff, like Julia, but most of the important paperwork had gone across her desk for her approval. If I had a meeting with Alissa, I was sunk.
"Come on. It's not that bad, is it?"
"I might not be employed after she gets done with me," I said quietly. "You better get to work. I'm going to clean up some stuff just in case."
"You don't have anything to really worry about, do you?"
"Well, let's see. I've had sex with my secretary, in my office, on company time. I've had sex with Liz, in her office and my office, on company time, and I've had Julia naked in my office. Nothing there that can go wrong, right?"
She pulled my head to her chest, squeezing me against her tits. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't really mean to get you in trouble."
"Yeah, well. Shit happens," I said quietly as she released me. "For what it's worth, I do appreciate everything you did to try and keep me cheered up and alive in that first few months. Without you and Trish, I don't know what I would have done."
"You're welcome sweetie," she whispered before kissing the top of my head. She slipped off my lap and walked to the office door. She paused to look back at me, smiled bleakly and then turned and walked out.
I spent the next two hours trying to clean up notes and such on projects. There was no way that in two hours I could get everything squared away enough, but at least Dave, or whoever took over for me, wouldn't be completely lost. At five 'till ten I headed out the door for my meeting with the bitch. I walked down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor of the office area where the financial offices, human resources and the executive offices were located. I pushed the glass door to the HR section open and walked in. There were the usual three women there, including Julia, who looked at me like she wanted to say something, but then shied back and seemed to almost wilt in front of me. Maybe it was the glare I gave her. She had to be part of the reason I was getting canned and I didn't particularly like the idea. I'd always known that getting involved at work was risky, but having a married woman naked in your office was bound to get anyone who did it in trouble.
I walked to the only other office door in the section and stopped. The frosted glass door had "Alissa Becker" stenciled in black on it, right above "Director of human Resources". It might as well have said "judge, jury and executioner". I took a deep breath, steeled myself and knocked on the glass.
"Come!" I heard from inside. I pushed the door open and stepped in, letting the automatic closer gently close it behind me. Alissa was sitting at her large oak desk, covered in papers, writing something in a file folder. She looked up at me, absently waved to the chair across her desk from her and went back to writing. I sat down in the offered chair and looked around the office. There was a sofa along one wall, two over stuffed lounge chairs for more personal conversations and then of course, her desk and the inquisition chair I was sitting in. The wall behind her was mostly windows, allowing her to turn and look out across the grassy front lawn of the facility.
"Just a second," she said quietly without lifting her head, continuing to write. She finally laid the pen aside, leaned back in her swivel office chair and looked across her desk at me. She had creamy white skin, dark auburn hair, a slender build with a modestly small chest encased in some kind of slinky dress made of shiny material, that had a deep V cut in the front, dipping down well between her possibly B-cup breasts. She looked at me like a lion sizing up its next lunch. She stood up and stepped around the desk, stopping next to it, allowing me to see that the dress came to just above her knees, and her legs were encased in stockings that matched the light colored dress. The heels she had on were maybe six inches high, making her look considerably taller than her maybe five and a half foot petite frame would allow. "Michael. Why don't we sit over here," she said, motioning toward her sitting area with the sofa and chairs.
