"So with a record breaking 4th Quarter predicted and a strong performance expected in Q1 2014, we can feel very good about our current position."
5:40pm on December the 24th, and still stuck in a meeting, how does this always happen? John was not a happy man. He hadn't seen Stephanie for 2 weeks, and would much rather be with his fiancé on Christmas Eve, than sitting through another PowerPoint presentation.
Imogen turned back to gesture at the year's figures, John's eyes drifted down her body; 5'10 and a skin tight skirt suit hinting at a sharp, athletic physique beneath. She had always been a demanding boss, and they frequently clashed, but business had been going so well, he was starting to see a softer side to her, less as the cold hard bitch that makes his life hard, and more as 5 foot 10 inches of athletic eye candy.
"This strong performance can be backed up by the deals we already have in the pipeline."
I'd love to back her up over this meeting table and show her a strong performance, John thought. Force her over the side of the table, push her chest down on to the desk, grab her hands and twist them behind her back, then ripping her blouse off behind her back, trapping her elbows in the sleeves.
Then lean in behind her whispering, "I'm the boss now" before undoing her skintight skirt, that symbol of her power, and letting it flutter to the ground.
Plain white panties? Underwear of an innocent schoolgirl, hardly that of the decisive business leader that she always portrayed. Imogen let out a little gasp as she felt his stiff erection pressing through the fabric of his pants, and onto the exposed, wet fabric of her panties. She stumbled out, "What are you doing?"
"What I want with you, it's my turn to lead now, and I'll have what I want."
As he slid down her panties, and brought his thick, throbbing cock to her entrance.
*BUZZZ* *BUZZZ*
Imogen gave him a hostile glance.
His day—dream was cut short, as she continued self-congratulating. He glanced down at his phone- a text from Stephanie, and he immediately felt a little guilty, only 2 weeks without her and he was daydreaming like a teenager.
She was busy, a final year med student and coming up to her finals and he hadn't heard much from her in the last 3 days but she was still his girl.
He glanced down, looking at the message:
"I can't wait for you to get home lover boy."
*BUZZZ* *BUZZZ*
This time it was a picture message, a flash of pink and red, he felt a bulge in his pants. He flipped the phone over. This message is not for public consumption; a colleague next to him glanced over. John was going to need to save this for later.
Flipping his phone onto silent he was immediately only aware of the raging hard-on pressing against his trousers. Time to refocus on the presentation, and Imogen paused mid-sentence, licking her lips. Let's focus on something else, the Homeland final episode or the last Elementary episode.
After the meeting he went to the men's, found an empty cubical and flicked out to the message from Stephanie. There she was, right in front of him, completely naked, legs apart with a come hither smile on her face. She had one finger buried deep in her pussy and her other hand grabbing her breast, wearing only a Santa hat.
One of his hands intuitively reached down to his trousers, rubbing himself and examining Stephanie's supple curves, her brown hair cascading down her pert, tanned breasts. She elicited this response from him every time, the desire was unbearable and unconsciously he found he had taken his cock out and was stroking it.
No! He would see her again in a few short hours and wanted to save the tension for their reunion. He scrolled down and looked at messages sent after.
"Here's your Christmas present my man. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm your plaything."
"What are you going to do to me John?"
