(A Casey Caper)
Casey:
My last day at this job, before I head out to my job with a nice promotion. I dressed as I usually do; a tan pencil skirt that buttons up the front, wide leather belt, a light weight and close-fitting sweater with front buttons to just above my cleavage. My shoulder length hair loose. Nice heels that definitely accentuate my ass when I walk.
The men in my office dress well also. Collared shirts with or without ties, slacks, leather belts, and dress shoes. I work for Mark Hendricks, who has been a good boss. I'm hoping he'll be a reference for me, if I need it in the future. I'm sitting at my desk, finishing up a few things, thinking to myself, "Just a few more phone calls and I'm done! Finally, my last day. And it's already after 5!"
Mark:
I'm sitting in my office, frustrated my piece of eye candy is leaving without me getting a taste. I glance at the phone. Tapping my foot impatiently, staring at the phone, my impulses rise, and begin to win out. Grabbing the phone, I punch in a quick series of numbers. "Casey, I need you in my office."
Casey:
Rolling my eyes because I'm anxious to get done, I pause. He has been a decent boss actually. I at least owe him a few more minutes I admit to myself.
"Yes sir, coming right there" I rise, straightening my blouse. Dammit! that top button is lose. I need to be careful with it. Then, I walk to Mark's office "You wanted something?"
Mark:
I eye her up and down conspicuously, then beckon for her to move closer to the desk.
"You've been here quite a long time. It's going to hurt to lose such an..." I glance at her chest, then down slowly, "asset, " I say after an emphasizing pause. "This whole time I don't think I've been able to utilize your full potential"
Casey:
What is he doing? Is he coming on to me, after all this time? I hesitate a minute at the door, then step in cautiously. Surely, I'm imagining things. Already the office is deserted, so I guess I'm on my own here if this isn't my imagination. Nervously, I manage to choke out, "Oh, you've been great about opportunities to really show what I could do. I will miss that."
Mark:
(beginning to give off predator vibes): "I have, though I don't think I've taken full advantage of that," I say, rising from my seat. "Of course, I've made sure a nice bonus landed in your account. Besides your hard work and creative problem solving, your presence around the office has been..." I walk to her and grab the corner of the collar of her blouse, fiddling it between my fingers a bit "... most pleasant."
Casey
: Not quite able to meet his eyes, I look down at his fingers on my collar. Dammit, he is really close! I feel my face flush a little and my pulse quickens. Quickly I move back a step and paste a smile on my face. "Why, thank you. I think the office has always felt warm and accepting, at least to me." I pause, realizing I'm getting a little uncomfortable. "Is it getting warm in here to you?"
Mark
: Moving my fingers from her collar, letting one trail down to her collarbone, I say, "We try to be. And yes it is." Letting my finger trail down to her top button, then resting atop it I say, "Of course, my office is casual. If you feel overdressed you can get comfortable," I say, as I turn, walk to my door, and lock it. I walk back, returning my finger to the top button, pressing lightly.
Casey
: Nervously rubbing down the V neck of my blouse, I gulp and wet my lips. I try to move his finger, yet manage instead to catch that lose button. It pops off and goes flying to the floor. "Oh dear" I stammer, realizing how much cleavage is now exposed to his eyes.
Mark
: "Oh dear, dear, indeed." I say, eyes darting down to her soft, exposed skin, a sly grin on my face. "Well, I imagine that helps with the heat, no?" I say, my finger trailing down her cleavage, as my other hands rests on her shoulder.
Casey
: Screwing up my courage, I manage to drag my eyes up to his face. His eyes, I notice for the first time, are so unusually colored. At the same time, they smolder as they take in the edge of black lace bra against the white of my breasts. Gulping and getting even hotter, I whisper "Well, that might be one way to get a little relief."
Mark
: Running my finger further down her cleavage, my hand comes to the next button as the other one slides down her shoulder, across her upper chest, and moves directly across her breast, the fingers making sure to brush across the lace to arrive at the button as well. "Considering the casual nature of my office, you're free to wear what you'd like. Let me help you get more comfortable" I say, starting to undo the button.
Casey
: Gasping, almost panicking, I place my hand on his. "I'm not sure this is a good idea, sir." My pulse is racing now and my perfume blooms, filling the air.
Mark
: "It's my office, I can do as I please," I say, going back to the door to pop the deadbolt lock over too. "See?" I say with a mischievous smirk, undoing my tie, tossing it to the side, and undoing my top button, too. "I'll join you. It is indeed warm in here."
Casey
: Almost hypnotized I watch as he removes his tie. My eyes travel from his head to his toes, realizing he also has a noticeable bulge in his pants. I feel like a cottontail rabbit, frozen as she watches a predator moving in for the kill. At the same time, I also think there is something so hot about a man who wears a tie, then removes it and opens his shirt, showing his neck.
I realize I'm biting my lip, seeing his neck released from that tie, the hint of his collarbone peeking out of that shirt.
Mark
: I pop the next button, exposing more of my chest, I move back to her, grabbing her hands in mine and placing them on her next button. My fingers tease the bra lace quickly, dipping beneath before I return them to my shirt, unbuttoning it fully, the shirt falling open and hanging from my shoulders. "Much better" I say with a sigh, pants tightening as my eyes scan her nervous body.
Casey
: My eyes drink in the sight of his neck, that strong pulse beating, his chest, so well defined, those abs with a hint of hair leading to God knows what. A slight, nagging doubt still in my mind, but I know that bulge got a little bigger also. Mesmerized, my hands move to his chest as I rub his skin hesitantly.
Mark
: I undo her blouse the rest of the way as her hands wander my chest, my bulge more pronounced by the second. My gaze catches her eyes on my chest, a predatory grin on my face as her last button is undone and I grab the inseam, pulling the blouse open and over her generous chest, my eyes hungrily resting upon them. "Valuable company asset indeed..."
Casey
: Gasping as his gaze holds me, I don't even realize I'm almost completely exposed until his eyes move to my chest. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. This man is sexy... and he wants me... dear lord! My hands move to the front clasp of my bra, and I unhook it, but leave the cups in place. "Assets are meant to increase with interest I believe, if I remember my accounting."
Mark
: "Interest is skyrocketing with business decisions like that" I say nodding my approval and grinning mischievously, blood flowing hard down south. "I should have had a fine piece like you hanging around my office more often" I say, throwing my shirt fully off and starting to undo my belt buckle "Hopefully this is helping with the heat."
Casey
: No longer fighting those doubts and emboldened by his cunning grin, I pull my arms out of my blouse, tossing it aside. "Yes, I see what you mean, it feels so much cooler without that on. I wonder if this will affect the temperature as well." My eyes dancing, I hold his gaze as I let those bra straps fall from my shoulders and down my arms, then slowly open my bra and feel the much cooler air pebble my nipples.
Mark
: My eyes locked onto her bountiful tits falling free, my bulge is now a full pitched tent, straining the fabric. "Well, it's making things warmer for me but also makes for a much better office atmosphere. And so nice on the eyes," I say, pulling my belt fully off tossing it to the side, and undoing my pants button, sliding my fly down. "Perhaps I should cool down too," I say with a sly tone.
Casey
: Smiling, I move to him, again rubbing my hands down his chest and abs. "I think you may have some unreported assets yourself," I smirk as I rub my fingers around the edges of that bulge in his pants.
Mark
: "I think we should audit them just to be sure" I say, tugging my pants down, fully pitched tent in my boxers springing free from my pants, the contours of my tip clearly visible against the strained fabric. Stepping out of them I stand back up, grabbing her hands and returning them to my abs. "You're due, too," I say, one hand moving to her breasts, taking one fully in my hand, the hard nipple pressed firm to my palm as I possessively squeeze. My other hand darts between her legs like a hunter pouncing on prey, hiking up the front of her skirt, exposing her panties and almost displaying her.
Casey
: Gasping as he claims my breast, my hands don't remain on his abs more than a few seconds, before they float to that tip straining the fabric. My fingers, squeeze lightly, then I lay my palm flat, covering as much of his length with one hand that I can. As his hand exposes my panties, I hold my breath, knowing he will quickly discover they are wet and my clit is swollen beneath them.
Mark
