Her tight pencil skirt left little to the imagination, but that didn't stop the young man seated behind her from letting his own run wild. He shifted in his seat to conceal the bulge that grew in his lap, eyes darting from the decor on the walls to the tight black garment stretched across her hourglass figure bent at the waist, so tight he could see the lines of her underwear beneath it.
Tugging at his collar absent-mindedly, he became acutely aware of how red and warm his face had become since entering the office of his new employer. As she hummed to herself, searching an open filing cabinet for some long-lost form, her hips swayed side to side. The young man was hypnotized by the movement, suddenly unable to tear his eyes away.
With her back to him, he couldn't see her smile, more of a grin as she thought about the reaction he was having to the little show being put on. She'd clocked him as soon as he came in; the flush in his cheeks as she rounded the corner, the flicker of his eyes down to her open blouse revealing just a hint of cleavage. It was a dangerous game she played, but this one was just too much fun to toy with. What choice did she have but to tease him with her ample curves, bent over searching for a form that she knew was on her desk?
When she felt he'd had enough, she stood up suddenly, spinning on a heel and once again catching his gaze on her body before he could bring them up to her piercing green eyes. "Silly me," she purred, shrugging and smiling down at him. "I forgot I'd whipped it out already." He simply nodded, unable to vocalize anything through his dry throat.
Her heels clacked against the hardwood floor — she'd had that terrible grey carpet ripped out the day she took over, hating the colour and how easily it stained — as she moved behind her desk, bending towards him this time as she tugged at her own collar with one shining, red nail. It shifted her blouse enough to give him a clear look down at her voluptuous breasts.
Fuck me
, he thought, his eyes locked on the hint of red lace that lay beneath her silky, dark blouse, framed by her dark red hair that fell in curtains past her shoulders. Shifting again in his seat, he felt his own silky undergarments rub against his shaft and regretted (not for the first time that day) wearing his lucky boxers.
Without standing, she looked up from the form as he failed completely to meet her eyes in time. "You know, I forgot to ask you earlier... is it hard?"
He blinked rapidly, mouth agape as he searched for an answer that wouldn't see him fired before his first day. "I, uhh... well... excuse me?"
She stood slowly, walking from behind her desk to stand in front of it, leaning against the cold steel so that her legs were on full display. To his credit, he maintained eye contact, not letting himself admire her long legs covered in a thin, sheer pantyhose that for some reason were sexier to him than if they were bare.
"Moving from government to the private sector. Is it hard?"
He swallowed, managing a weak smile. "Oh, of course, n-no, it was an easy choice for me." Her eyes, green and piercing, slowly ran down across his body. He squirmed in his seat, feeling her burning gaze move every inch down his torso to end on his building crotch.
God, please don't let her notice, please let her think it's a weird crease.
"Good. A young man like yourself has plenty of choices in life. It's important you go after whatever it is you desire." Her eyes lingered on the bulge that stuck out along his inner thigh as she shifted slightly, feeling the wetness between her legs that had already moved to her thong.
Goddamn, boy. You better know what you're doing with that or I'll be sorely disappointed.
"Are you hot?"
The question snapped him out of his latest fantasy which involved him slowly running his hands up her legs under her skirt. He shook his head vigorously, the blush in his cheeks and the sweat forming on his brow betraying him. "N-no, I'm fine."
"The air in this building is always so stuffy this time of year," she complained, pouting out her painted lower lip. "I think they leave the winter heating on too long. Do you mind?" Without waiting for an answer, she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it carefully, arching her back so that the buttons on her blouse strained with the effort to keep their charge contained.
Tossing it on her desk, she walked over to him, gently placing one well-manicured hand on the chair's back and watching the hair on his neck rise. Standing behind him, she handed the form over his shoulder, watching him freeze up as the scent of her perfume overwhelmed him. She could feel the heat radiating from his cheek on the back of her hand. "So you just need to get this filled up for payroll and you're all set."
He nodded slightly, terrified that too much movement would cause him to bump against something that he shouldn't. The form provided some distraction, the monotony of federal tax credits occupying his mind briefly, but was always horribly aware of her hand resting a hair's breadth from his shoulder.
As she leaned forward to say something to him, his thin focus broke. Her luscious red lips mere inches from his ear, she whispered, "You know, we hired you as an accountant, but... there is something else I'd like you to take a look at. An extra responsibility." Closing the distance so that her lips brushed against his ear, she almost moaned: "If you're interested."
His hand holding the pen shook, ruining the form that would have to be done again later. "I'm... n-not sure what you mean, Miss."
With a powerful move, one so sudden he dropped the pen and paper to the ground, she stood before him, almost straddling his legs. Towering over him with a sly hint of a smile, she crossed her arms so that they pushed up her already impressive bust. Looking up at her with brown eyes, a mess of dark hair, freckles sprinkled across his face, she almost reconsidered.
Is this one too cute? Too innocent?
But they'd gone too far now. She had to at least offer it to him.
"I want to be very clear. I will only accept this with clear and enthusiastic consent. Your current position is not in jeopardy. You are skilled in what you do and your references were glowing. However..." She leaned forward, impressed with his ability to maintain eye contact as her breasts were pushed nearly into his nose. "If you accept, you will go through with this. I will not have you welching halfway through. You must remain and interview for this position until my curiosity is... satisfied."
He closed his eyes, letting a shiver run down his spine. There could be no misinterpreting this, her chest pushed in his face, her thighs pressing against his legs. This job was important to him, he needed it, but if there could be more...
She said it wasn't at risk. I could get up and leave right now.
Opening his eyes once more, he was greeted with the sight of her unfastening one button of her blouse so that he could properly see the lacy red bra underneath.
Fuck it. In for a penny.
"I... accept," he muttered, his face flaring up even more.
"Louder. With conviction."
