Then the weekend came, although her Pet did not.
The following week passed uneventfully. Were it not for the clandestine winks the Boss threw at her Pet when no one was looking and the occasional grope during the rare moments they were alone, he could have mistaken their heated encounter for a dream.
In fact, he had been dreaming about his Boss quite a bit; waking up at night tangled in his sheets, sweating profusely, rock hard, mind reeling with the memory of how good she tasted dripping down his chin.
But he'd been a good Pet. Despite how badly he wanted to, he hadn't cum at all this week. With each passing day, it became more and more difficult, made no easier by the cruel teasing by his Mistress whenever she got a chance. Seated at his desk, he would try to lose himself in his work with banal spreadsheets that he could do in his sleep.
And then she'd walk by and graze his neck gently with her nails, or stop to ask him how his day was going, slowly licking her lips as he answered and his face grew steadily more red. Even when she didn't stop to tease him, ignoring her Pet as she walked past in whatever tantalizingly professional outfit she wore that day, the intoxicating smell of her perfume and the slight sway of her hips was enough to transport his mind back to that day.
He would then remain seated at his desk, legs crossed to conceal his now all-too common work erection, balls aching and begging for release until he managed to get himself under some semblance of control. His lucky silk boxers he'd worn that first day were on hiatus, as the Pet was fearful the friction of the soft fabric would betray him -- and ruin his pants in the process.
That day, a Friday, the company had been saddled with a new task, one that required the accounting department to stay late into the evening. A clerical error in a client's account made by their own workers required extra effort on their part and, not wanting to come in over the weekend, the three accountants opted to work late that night to accomplish this task. But that's not why we're here.
It was well past 7 o'clock by the time they wrapped up, the sun already dipping low behind the horizon. Standing almost in unison to stretch, the accountants shared contented smiles and wished each other well. The desk next to the new Pet belonged to a young woman around his age, a mousy girl with shoulder-length sandy hair, hazel eyes, and a smile that could light up the room.
Normally, he would be happy to talk and maybe even flirt with his neighbor. She was quite friendly from the first day and had made more than a few innuendos that implied she was on the same page. But that part of his mind was otherwise occupied in this new space.
"Any big plans for the weekend?" she asked, missing his longing glance at the closed door of their Boss' office where she had also been working late with her employees.
"Not really," he answered, busying himself with packing and fiddling with his laptop bag. They both waved and said goodbye to their coworker, an older man who mostly bragged about how close he was to retirement. "How about you?"
Her response was cut short by the Boss' door swinging open, making them both turn to watch her approach, phone in one hand and manilla file folder in the other.
"Oh good, I'm glad I caught you before you left." The Pet was unsure to whom she was speaking, and was more than a little disappointed when her gaze landed on his colleague. "I need a quick word with you in my office."
The young woman smiled, leaving her bag on her chair and moving towards the open door to the Boss' private office. "And you," she said in a lower tone, stepping towards her Pet with a smile. "I need you to take a quick look at this. Don't leave without checking in."
Placing the file on his desk, he had to suppress a gasp as she grabbed his crotch with her now free hand rather forcefully, finding his shaft immediately which grew to meet her grasp. "Understood?" she whispered.
"Yes, Boss," he breathed, his face beet red, eyes darting from his Mistress to his coworker's back as she walked away, finally turning out of sight. Their Boss winked, giving his package a squeeze before turning and walking back into her office. The door closed behind her with a sharp snap and her Pet let out a long breath, only then realizing he'd been holding it.
He dropped his bag to the ground, heart racing. Looking at the file on his desk, he opened it slowly and snapped it shut almost immediately. Despite knowing he was quite alone, the Pet looked over his shoulder before lifting the cover of the bulging paper file once more.
A pair of black lace panties lay neatly folded inside. He picked them up gingerly, mind racing with thoughts of his Mistress slipping them off in her office as he ran the soft fabric through his fingers. The only other thing in the file was a scrap of paper with one line in her neat handwriting. It read:
Put them on at your desk. Quickly.
His heart pounded in his ears as he again looked over his shoulder at the closed door to his Boss' office. The blinds were drawn over the window and he was in fact alone, so no one would see him do this. But the thought of the door opening, his coworker coming out to see him half-naked at his desk with a pair of panties pulled on made his mouth dry. What excuse could he possibly cook up to get away with that?
The note urged him on.
Quickly.
There was no time to wonder; his Mistress had given him an order and he intended to follow through. Seated with his back to her office door, he removed his shoes without bothering to undo the laces, removing his belt and tucking it behind him on the chair. With a deep breath, he slid his pants and plain cotton boxers down past his ankles, kicking them aside with some effort.
The office air felt cool on his bare thighs and semi-erect member, but he knew he didn't have time to revel in the feeling of the chair's soft fabric cradling his ass and aching balls. Knowing he had to move quickly, he hid his own underwear in his open laptop bag and slid the pair supplied by his Boss up his legs and over his cock.
They fit well enough around his waist, the elastic holding them in place, but the sheer lace panties were not built for someone with so much going on up front. As he slid his pants back up, he felt the fabric brush against his exposed glans poking out of the side of the underwear. He winced, not in pain but as he had been all week during his moments of sensitivity.
Before zipping up, the Pet could not help but admire how the soft lace cradled his package, how it looked against his skin, and felt a rush in his chest in anticipation of showing his Mistress. There was already a bit of precum leaking from the head of his steadily throbbing cock. He prayed today would be the day he would be allowed a full release.
The sound of the door behind him swinging open snapped him back to reality, where he was seated at his desk with his cock out in the open barely covered by a pair of black lace panties that were clearly not his own. He zipped up his fly, covering the sound with a cough, and quickly stuffed his shirt back into his still unbelted pants, spinning in his chair to hide the tent he was pitching under his desk.
With a glance towards the door, he saw his colleague greeting him with a small smile. Behind her, their Boss stood outside her office, arms crossed and actively pushing up her breasts with her forearms. A sly smile was painted across her crimson lips as she winked at her Pet, licking her lips and making him sweat.
