The next couple days he was harassed by Stephanie. It began from the first hour on Tuesday. He moved the entire contents of the accounting office from the front of the building through the winding corridors into the room across from Stephanie's office.
Earlier in the day she pointed out to him how she wanted the room repurposed. That is to say, she took him inside, walked him around the room, touching the back of his shoulders the whole time, sliding her hands up and down to his lower back, lingering and touching and exploring his arms and back with every finger. She said that she wanted him "underneath" her on Monday, and she wasn't being too coy about it today.
The supply room, his new office, was currently being used for dry storage. It was, like any big office closet, over filled with redundant paper products this one with enormous plastic bound paper towels, napkins, and toilet paper rolls for the rest of the building. Stephanie guided him around the small room's boxes and shelving, and pointed to various spots narrating her imagination. At one point she backed him up against a large shelf full of the bulging packages of tissue and put her flat palm on his chest, rubbing it back and forth as she gestured with her other hand.
"You'll be here." She said, absent mindedly; almost in a whisper. "...Where I can see you." She said breathily, leaning forward into him, looking him over. He instinctively backed up into the crinkling of the paper towels, with nowhere to go, he arched his head downward, his face almost touching the top of her head. Her wavy chestnut hair smelled like apricots. She held him hostage for a moment before she pulled away, her mouth partially open, her white front teeth, partially exposed between her big glossy, bowed lips. She looked him over as if thinking hard and he studied her elfish looking face and cute little nose, wondering what she'd do next, as he slumped away from the shelves.
Then suddenly, forcefully turning his body with her hand flat smacking the thin wool covering his butt, she patted him forward and pushed him to the corner. He quickly moved, not quite sure of how to handle the aggressive gesture, feeling smaller and subservient, like a captured slave.
"You'll put the filing cabinets here. Then..." She said with her eyes sharp just beneath her long bangs.
She slapped and pushed his butt in another direction, as he felt her palm squeeze a handful of cheek, causing him to jump a bit. She then took him into the back corner of the office and pushed her face close to him, still holding onto his ass. After looking around for a moment, she changed her tone and bit her lower lip, and pouted to him with mischievous eyes.
"I need your big strong body today, okay?" She whined and squirmed, maintaining eye contact as she moved her other hand up his chest.
"I need you to move so many big, heavy things from the front office to this one. I need you to work hard and fast. Can you do that? Can you work hard? Can you work fast and hard for me?" She said biting her lip again.
He nodded, getting hard.
"Cause the faster you get done the faster I can reward you." She said, putting her hand on his chest again. His heart was beating fast. And as she got so close to him, he could feel her hot skin, and her feminine scent. He felt his hands beginning to rise and he imagined grabbing her, kissing her full lips and searching for and grabbing her by her tiny nipples beneath her loose blouse. She wasn't someone he would typically pursue, but she was being so aggressively sexual. He was intrigued and the way she could seduce him with her eyes and that pouty voice and the way she pushed her body into his own making him hot with desire. She was pushing into him so closely he was sure she could feel him swelling up against her. He wanted to stop playing around and show her what aggressive really meant.
But she pulled away at that moment, and walked out of the room leaving him hard, hot, and breathing heavy. He took a moment to clear his thoughts and then spent rest of the morning clearing off an old desk that had boxes on it and carving out a space for filing cabinets and a corner nook for the printer. All morning long he walked back and forth, filling boxes with files and carting them to his new office, after a few hours he was nearly done transporting all the papers, equipment, and materials. At one point he was carrying a heavy box of files and Stephanie stopped him in the hallway, placing her hand on his belly. At that same moment, down on the other side of the hall, the Senior Attorney called to Stephanie and she answered back and short exchange took place. The whole time he was turned in the opposite direction, and her arm was obscured by the distance and his position, she realized this and moved her hand down over his crotch. She felt around and grabbed a handful of fabric and his flaccid penis. He struggled to hold the box and began to get hard in her hand as she gently squeezed over and over again. He stood there frozen and groaned, just slightly, just before she pulled her hand away and waved to the attorney, giving him a sly look out of the corner of her eyes. The attorney walked on and she looked back at him, straight in the eyes.
"I just wanted to say you're doing a really great job today." She said plainly before skipping off.
He was blowing air out of his mouth frustrated from the incidents, and now he was left rock-hard standing in the hallway, fixated on the feeling of her hand wrapped around his cock.
And by lunchtime it hadn't gotten any better. He was carting over the final filing cabinets and his computer to finish up the job. When Stephanie signaled for him to stop and join her in his new office. The Attorneys had splurged and bought everyone lunch for their hard work, and he'd learn later, out of celebration for obtaining a new client. She sat with him among boxes that had yet to be unpacked and the two ate Chinese food together. She ate out of the containers with chop sticks and babbled on endlessly about her every stressful and tedious moment and talked extensively about past cases that had no bearing on his life. He was courteous in the conversation, but was exhausted by the physical activity, the cleaning and carting of dozens of boxes, all morning and her rapid style of talking, constantly changing conversation topics. He barely noticed as she joked and laughed how she moved her chair closer and closer to his. At one point her eyes grew wide and with a muffled voice she excitedly said he should try her wanton, declaring it delicious, moving the loaded up chopsticks into his face. He took a bite, sand she watched as he chewed and licked his lips.
"Its good right? Do you like it?" She asked him, before her voice suddenly became pouty and sexy again.
"Do you want more? Do you want me to feed it to you? What would you do for more? What could I make you do for more?" She asked with halved eyes beneath her long bangs, as she dangled the remaining wanton in front of him.
He couldn't believe how forward she was, how sensual and sexy she was being. He always thought of her as frigid; fast talking, micro-managing office manager that had her position mostly from nepotism. But suddenly he found himself with a predatory animal that wanted to devour him, and, he was sort of into it. But as turned-on as it made him, he felt corned by the fact that she was his direct supervisor, his boss, and his job was now dependent on how he behaved. How he performed. His livelihood was suddenly at stake. He palpably felt the sexist role reversal and considered what would happen if he resisted her advances. Or if the senior attorney found out he was banging his married daughter-in-law.
But she was dangling herself in front of him like a delicious piece of meat, and he didn't have it in him to resist. He leaned in and ate the rest of the wanton off of her chopsticks, as she sucked on her lower lip smiling broadly, and things continued to escalate from there.
After lunch, right around when he finished setting up his computer, a junior attorney from the legal department announced that the firm had a new client and that he should open a new file in the system for billing purposes. He got his computer working and set up the new matter. Not long afterwards, they were all ordered to gather outside just as a large U-Haul truck pulled up to the front of the office. When the back was opened, they saw that it was filled from front to back, top to bottom, with heavy, over stuffed file boxes brimming with papers.
"Holy Sh... Is this all..." Stephanie began to say before being interrupted.
"Discovery... Yep." A supervising junior attorney, getting out of the cab of the truck said shaking his head.
"Its going to take months to go through all this." Stephanie said off hand.
"Nope. Its all being expedited due to the age of the client. The old man said we could process it all in time, by the end of next week, so its on us now." He said gesturing to the senior attorney's office, shaking his head, defeated.
And so the rest of that day, being the best in shape and the lowest on the totem pole, he ended up moving more boxes. He had the goal of unloading the truck by the end of the evening, but the evening stretched past the normal closing time. It was getting late in the night when he was dropping the last box onto a large pile in one of the firm's larger meeting rooms. The firm sprung for pizza and a 6pack of beer and just as he took the long final flat swig from his bottle, he finished up what he was doing with the intention of heading out.
He was exhausted. His sleeves were rolled up, his shirt unbuttoned, his tie, long since removed. The Stephanie was tired too, and on the phone with her husband for a third time that evening. She was swigging her beer hard, drinking it all in a big gulps. She hung up the phone and finished the bottle. Stumbling towards him she caught her shoe on a pile of boxes and he quickly crouched down to help free her to avoid an avalanche of papers.
He grabbed her leg and felt how smooth her ankle was as she pulled herself free. She quickly collapsed on top of him, her arms on his chest, her face touching his, her hair draped around his head. She pulled herself up and straddled him in her second-skin leggings. Her work blouse came undone a bit.
"You're trying to seduce me." She said drunkly. And For just a moment she grinded on him slowly, sensually, well enough to make him get hard. She quickly stopped and got up, composing herself.
She looked down at his body on the floor and his obvious erection. After an awkward moment she pulled herself together.
