My cell phone buzzed as I drove to work, indicating a text message. Not being one to text and drive, I waited until I pulled to a stop in the parking lot to open the message. It was from Staci. She typed, "Thanks for an incredible time. Here's a little something to keep you interested." Staci had attached a photo taken after I'd left. She was again naked and on all fours, but her cell phone camera was focused on her reflection in a mirrored closet door showing that beautiful emerald green jewel decorating her sphincter. I saved the photo in the folder that contained the dozens of other images I'd taken the night before. I replied with an emoji of a smiley face winking at her and a text message, "You've piqued my interest once again.
When I entered the lobby, Janice greeted me, "Everything okay, Allen?"
I smiled as I approached her receptionist desk and said, "It may be time for me to start car shopping. Unfortunately, the damn thing wouldn't start this morning."
"I've got your phone messages here," she said.
I grabbed the stack of messages, headed for my desk, and dove in. I was on the third call when Fran tapped me on the shoulder. I turned toward her, and she gave me the sign to call her. I shook my head and watched as she slowly walked back toward her office. She was wearing a gray pinstriped skirt and matching jacket. The skirt had a modest slit in the middle of the back that drew my attention to her dark stockings and black stilettos. I wondered what her somewhat conservative outfit hid below.
I got halfway through my calls and decided to take a break and give Fran a call, dialing her extension and waiting for her to answer. "Can you hold for one moment," she said.
"Yes, that would be fine, Mr. Richman," I heard her say.
Apparently, I called her at the most inopportune time; Kevin Richman was in her office when I called.
"Nice timing," she said once she was alone in her office.
"Sorry about that; if I'd known Kevin was in your office, I'd have waited until he left," I answered.
"No need to apologize. You had no way of knowing he was here," she replied.
"Thanks, Hun," I said.
"So, you got here late today?" she asked.
I decided to keep my reason for being late to myself, so I continued my fib, "Damn car wouldn't start."
She giggled and answered, "I hope you don't have the same problem with your cock tonight."
"Trust me, that hod-rod is a finely tuned machine," I quickly shot back.
She laughed at my snappy come back.
"So, what was Kevin doing in your office?" I asked.
"He wants me to have lunch with him today," Fran replied.
Oh shit, if Richman tells her he's going to promote that sassy little tart from accounting to be Marge's permanent replacement, it could ruin the atmosphere tonight at happy hour, I thought.
"Did he say why?" I asked.
"No, but I have to assume it has something to do with who he will promote," Fran answered.
"Hopefully, we'll have something to celebrate tonight," I remarked.
"We'll see; either way, I'm still looking forward to a ride on your hot rod," she replied.
"I like the way you think," I answered.
"I should get going; I wanna touch up my make-up and perfume before lunch," she said.
"Call me when you get back," I said.
"You'll be the first," she answered before disconnecting our call.
I returned to the remaining stack of messages. I noticed Fran was standing just inside the lobby a short while later. I gave her a good luck thumbs-up sign just as Richman appeared from his office. She smiled to acknowledge my sign. It was eleven-forty-five as they walked out of view.
I finished my phone calls, went outside, grabbed a hot dog and Coke for lunch, and as one-thirty approached, wondered if perhaps Fran and Kevin had made a stop at some out-of-the-way motel to seal the deal. After all, if he were going to promote the accounting tart, it wouldn't take this long to inform Fran she was being demoted from her temporary position.
A little after two, I heard Janice's voice, "Mr. Richman, I have some phone messages for you."
"Thanks. Can you hold my calls for a little while longer," he replied.
I glanced toward the lobby just in time to watch Richman and Fran disappear into his private office.
I went back to work, knowing that Fran would fill me in on all the details of their lunch when she could.
She reappeared just before three, and as she slowly walked toward my desk, she broke into a huge smile. I knew instantly that she was our permanent office manager. She paused for a moment at my desk and softly said, "Can I see you in my office?"
"Sure, give me a minute," I replied. I finished the email I was typing, clicked send, and then headed to her office.
She was seated behind her desk and had removed her suit jacket hanging it over the back of her chair.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Come in and close the door," Fran replied.
She sounded serious, and when she asked me to sit down, I got a little worried.
As I settled into the chair and smiled at her, she began.
"First, I'm officially Marge's replacement. Kevin told me during lunch that it wasn't even close. I'm much more experienced than the other girl he was considering."
"That's great, congratulations," I said.
"We spent a considerable amount of time reviewing my responsibilities and duties as office manager," she explained.
"It's good to understand what's expected of you upfront. Is he still planning on having you accompany him to out-of-town conferences?" I asked.
Fran smiled and then explained, "No, he is creating a new position as his administrative assistant and promoting Amy Johnston to fill that job."
"Let me guess, Amy is the sexy little tart from accounting?" I asked.
"She is," she replied.
So, Richman was getting the best of both options, Fran would handle the managerial functions of the office, and Amy would become his occasional sexy toy.
"Pretty smart; he's avoiding any complications from human resources," I remarked.
"Yes, but that's not everything. On the way back to the office, Kevin told me that he'll want a weekly report from me to be hand-delivered to his office every Friday after lunch. He actually said he wants me to suck him off during those meetings." She explained.
"What an asshole," I answered.
"I enjoy sucking his cock. It gets very hard and is just big enough to tickle my tonsils, and his thick, creamy cum load tastes very good," she admitted.
"He's still an asshole. He'll have Amy to fuck whenever he wants and count on a weekly blowjob from you." I said.
She smiled and then answered, "The perks of being the big boss."
"So, you sucked him off today?" I asked.
"I did; it sealed the deal," she replied.
I didn't want the thought of Fran on her knees sucking Richman's cock to be on my mind for the rest of the day, so I asked, "Are you gonna suck me off later?"
She giggled and then said, "When I give Kevin head, it's for the purpose of getting him off as quickly as possible; later tonight, I'll be making love to your cock."
"I'm looking forward to our date tonight," I replied as I stood up.
"Me too," she answered with a sexy grin on her lips.
I returned to my desk, thinking about her. Fran's been through some tough times lately. Her abusive husband left her with bruises and a meaningless marriage, and Kevin had used her body for his own pleasure, not caring if she was properly satisfied. She has gone through some turbulent time waiting to see if she'd earned the promotion to take over for Marge. Hopefully, tonight would turn the page to a less stressful period in her life, and I was happy to be the man who'd help her celebrate the change.
About five of five, she appeared in the walkway from her office. She walked with the precision of a runway model, placing one foot directly in front of the other, her tight pinstriped skirt drawn tightly against each thigh as she stepped. As she approached my desk, she smiled broadly at me and paused to softly whisper, "I'll meet you at the Crown."
I smiled in agreement and then watched as she walked toward the lobby. The short split in the back of Fran's skirt drew my attention to her shapely, sexy calves.
I waited until five and then joined the frenzied rush of employees anxious to get their weekends started. Her vehicle was gone when I slipped into the driver's seat and started my car. Traffic was heavy, and it seemed to take longer than usual to arrive at the Crown Plaza. As I pulled into the lot, quite a few cars were parked right outside the main entrance, but I noticed Fran's car parked away from the crowd. I pulled up next to her with my driver's door facing hers.
She was looking up at the visor mirror, applying mascara to her lashes. I pressed the down button on my window, and as she finished opened her window. "I was worried your car wouldn't start," she remarked.
"No, I bought a new battery this morning; traffic was horrible," I replied.
"Gave me time to touch up my eyes," she replied.
"You're ready?" I asked.
She closed her window and lifted a tiny bottle toward her neck, giving a small spritz of perfume on the soft flesh.
I closed and locked my car, then moved to open hers. She smiled as I offered my hand to assist her from the seat.
"You look incredible," I remarked as she straightened up.
