The large, oval rimmed clock tick, tocked in endless perpetuity. Hanging high on the light grey wall of the office, it loomed like a spotlight over Jessicas desk. The secretary sat nervously at her desktop, as the relentless ticking marked the onward passing of time, though in paradox it felt as if time had stopped.
The red headed Jessica had heard about the office letting people go and was concerned about her own position. The mid twenty year old rolled an eraser tipped pencil between her crimson painted fingertips, and tapped the eraser tip on her desk in fervent agitation. Not knowing what was going to happen to her had forced Jessica to decide to do something drastic.
She finally broke, and couldn't take it any longer. The tall, young woman swiftly rose from her seat and adjusted the hem of her grey dress. Normally the bespectacled beauty would wear rather conservative and covering clothing. Today, she wore a tight, slate grey dress which fit her form perfectly. The dress hung from her shoulders, and was very low cut, allowing her big, busty cleavage to be displayed.
Jessica quickly flicked at her hair, which hung straight and down past the middle of her bare back; bare since the dress had no back, covered her hips and had strings going up the spine, like a corset. It was obvious to all that passed behind her that she was not wearing a bra. The hem of the dress dropped to mid thigh length, and framed her large, strong hips and upper legs. Jessica could certainly afford to spend a lot of time in her gym. She had a well paying job. Not one she wanted to lose. Her legs and backside were well toned, but they weren't too big. In fact, her tall and hippy frame was rather thin.
Taking up a pile of documents, accompanied by a clip board, the shy woman moved out of her office in her tall, black heels. The heels made her appear even taller, and she was already taller than most women. The canny secretary headed toward her CEOs office, passing through the corridor with a feigned confidence, holding her head high and her shoulders back. Trying not to look nervous, she swayed her hips this way and that as she strutted, though she wished she had practiced a bit more.
She was determined to display her perfect posture. She was going to use her body today. As she strutted past men and women alike, she ignored the stares of surprise and hunger. One man in a grey suit carrying a cup of coffee across the corridor to his office stopped in his tracks as Jessica walked through him. She didn't miss a beat, whereas he was awe struck. That particular man, who had asked her more times than she appreciated, to go for a drink with him some time, dropped his jaw, and his coffee as Jessica walked off.
"Look at that fine, little ass." He said to a bystanding woman, who simply frowned up at him, scoffed and walked away.
Finally, Jessica came to her destination. The door was closed, as usual, and she trembled with anticipation and trepidation. She read the name on the brass plate under her eye level. She couldn't back out now. If this didn't work... Jessica held her breath as she rapped on the door with her perfect knuckles. Once, twice, three times. Nice, simple. Professional. She waited a terribly long time but finally she heard his voice. Her heart skipped and left a painful heat in her chest. She had hoped that he wasn't in.
"Come in." Came the simple admission, in a powerful voice and a stressed tone. He was always in a stressful mood. That didn't help Jessicas nerves. It never did. Even when she was simply going about her business, and not intending to do something truly filthy.
The shaking secretary tried once more to compose herself, as again she tried to ignore the throng of gawking men that had gathered behind her and stretched down the corridor. Let's go. Gently, the timid woman pushed the door open and her change was instantaneous.
"Good afternoon sir, I... I was just wondering if I could speak with you?" Jessica said in a light tone and a wide smile.
She studied her boss. Knowing what she was about to try, she wanted to get a good picture of him in her mind. She knew he was an average height, shorter than she, especially in her heels. He wore a pressed, blue suit, always, and had thick black hair, brushed to the side. He wore thin glasses and had a slim, but muscular body. Many a time Jessica had been at eye level with his crotch as he stood at her desk, and she could tell that he wasn't very big, but he was thick.
Brandon Adams noticed it was his gorgeous secretary when he heard her familiar and husky voice. He watched her looking at him a moment, from behind the partially closed door and expressed mixed feelings.
"Absolutely, Jessica, do come in." He said in a flat and calm voice. Unaware that the men behind her had a perfect view of her slightly bent over ass, Jessica smiled and moved in through the gap in the doorway. Adams saw the men behind her looking in; trying to catch a final glimpse of the body that they were stripping in their minds.
Speaking of.
When he heard her locking the door, Adams noticed what his attractive secretary was wearing today, thinking that this was a new look for her, but kept it to himself. He stared at her tall, perfect body as she smiled nervously and carefully approached him, but he tried to stay focused and professional.
"Oh, well thank you, Brandon." She addressed him directly, to show herself that she was not backing down. The nice woman sat down in front of Adams with her back straight and her busty chest out.
Jessica watched his eyes linger as she tilted her head to the side to show her bare neck and shoulders. Her complexion was fair and perfect. A single beauty spot rested on her upper chest, below her left collar bone. Another, on the crest of her large, right breast. Her deep, inviting cleavage hung, tightly pushed together by the dress and she blinked her huge, brown eyes as she waited for her CEO to respond. It took him a rather long time to realise that he was staring at her. The way her nipples poked through the fabric of her dress had him all distracted and didn't see her watching him for a response.
"What... what's the problem... Jess... Jessica?" Adams asked, trying to focus on Jessicas eyes but she could see that he started to lose track by glancing at her chest. Jessica blinked her large brown eyes again and gently pushed her huge, circular glasses up the bridge of her delicate nose with her crimson painted fingertip. Adams couldn't help but stare at her flesh. A lot was on display, which wasn't normal for Jessica. He didn't realise how fair and pale her perfect body was. He imagined her crimson painted fingertips rolling over her pretty, little clitoris and her red painted lips parting in moaned pleasure as he pushed himself deep inside her pretty, pink puss... Adams gave an audible gulp, and battled to make direct eye contact with Jessica. That didn't help. Those deep brown, doe eyes, staring deeply into his eyes, were enough to make him sweat.
"Well I have some concerns about the recent redundancies and I would like to know where I am in regard to it all." Jessica said after a long moment, hanging her CEO in limbo as he nervously fought to find some place to look.
"I want to know what position you have planned for me." She added that little innuendo to make him skip a beat. He certainly did. She winked at his red face daringly, with a cheeky smile. Adams whined a little, and then said with desperation, strained focus and regret.
