I just needed to make a quick stop by the office to drop off some paperwork in my boss's box. It wasn't due until the next week, but I was headed out for a girls night and wanted to have it out of the way in case the rest of the weekend was a blur.
I certainly wasn't dressed in office appropriate attire. My low-cut corset top with tight, short skirt and knee high black boots would certainly shock everybody I worked with. My breasts were spilling out and my skirt barely covered my ass; I was in one of those moods. But it was late, and nobody would be around, and I was just breezing through anyway.
Except that when I unlocked the door and moved into the dark entryway, I saw a light in my boss's office. My heart started pounding. I'd had a secret crush on him for years, and only in my wildest fantasies had I imagined him seeing me dressed so provocatively. I thought about sneaking out but it was too late; he had heard the door.
"Who's there?"
I saw his wide shoulders fill the frame, backlit by the light coming through the doorway. His thick dark hair was disheveled and his collar unbuttoned; he'd clearly been working on something for a long time. I could hear voices coming from the tiny room - he must be in the middle of a conference call.
I realized neither of us had spoken in several beats. I pushed my hair behind my ear, imagining his disapproval at my slutty costume, and took a deep breath. As my cleavage cleared another few inches of my bodice, I could see his eyes lose focus. He cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, sir," I broke in, "I just wanted to drop these by before I went out for the night..." My voice trailed off. Quickly I stepped forward and held out the sheaf of papers. With obvious effort, he dragged his gaze from my chest and refocused on my face. He looked about to say something, but then a voice from the speaker phone came through.
"Rob? Do you have those numbers for us?"
Quickly he turned and went back in. I trailed after him. His office was small and cramped, with the big desk taking up most of the room right along the wall by the door. I saw him punch a button on the phone, un-muting it.
"Yes, I've got them here but I need to double check a few things before I give you the final totals." He held out his hand and looked at me again. Silently, I held out the papers, feeling torn between embarrassment and desire. The way he was looking at me, I wondered what would happen if I just pushed him back in his big office chair, and...
Guiltily, I swallowed. My breath was coming fast and my heart was racing and I needed to get out of there quickly. The talk through the speaker had moved on to another topic. I pushed my hair behind my ear again and opened my mouth to apologize one more time before fleeing, but he held up a warning hand. He stood looking down at the papers for several moments without taking them. Then, very deliberately, he reached out a single finger and pushed down the mute button.
"Why do you do that?" His voice was low and deep, but startled me nonetheless.
"What?" I blurted.
"Always tuck your hair behind your ear like that. You do it all the time."
My gaze flew to his. I swallowed, considering my words. Then, I decided.
"It's a submissive gesture," I said with a touch of asperity, "I see you as an authority figure." He just looked at me. "Do you really want me to go on?"
The atmosphere in the tiny room become chokingly thick. The voices over the speaker were carrying on with their debate. I could see it was taking every ounce of my boss's control to maintain his decorum. Was it impatience or desire? Silently, he stepped behind me and shut the door.
"Put the papers in the bin, please," he said from behind me, his voice with a steel edge.
Haltingly I took a step forward. I was so wet by now that I could feel the slickness travel down my thighs with a single movement. I could see what he was doing. His collection bin was all the way on the other side of his desk. I could walk over there, trapping myself in the corner, what he clearly was hoping for. I had no idea what he would finally do with me - he was always so proper and correct in our interactions that I always imagined my erotic feelings to be entirely one-sided. But he was clearly interested in prolonging our interaction. So instead, I brought matters to a head. He would either fire me, or...
"Yes, sir," I said, walking up to the near edge of the desk and then reaching over as far as I could.
I heard a quick intake of breath and then felt his hand like a steel trap descend on my back, pushing me roughly down on the hard surface. His other hand stroked my leather-clad ass, his breathing ragged. Suddenly, he reached across to the phone, pressing against me so that I could feel in exquisite detail just where the direction of his thought was leading. He pushed the mute button once more.
"I've got a little more polishing to do here. I'll sign off now and email you those numbers by Monday." Then he pushed the disconnect button.
The small room filled with silence and the sound of my rapid breathing. I could feel him behind me vibrating with conflict, so I whispered, "Robert. Sir. I am so wet right now that a horse could fuck me with no trouble at all. I have wanted to rip your clothes off since the day you hired me and if you don't fuck me over this desk right now I will probably cry with frustration."
"Why, Alice," he murmured. "I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth. Such a dirty, pretty mouth."
I turned my head and looked him squarely in the eye. "All due respect, sir, you don't know me at all," I stood suddenly and faced him squarely. "There isn't really a whole lot that I wouldn't do, and if you want to do it, I want you to do it to me." My cheeks were flaming, but he might as well know it all.
