My job of assessing accounts and advising companies on their finances takes me nationwide. I'm self-employed and successful, so I have none of the constraints of a 'normal' employee of a large company. This has led to lots of unique experiences over the years. Knowing you will never be around the same people again, moving from contract to contract makes it easy to have a little risky fun. One such occurrence came when I caught an employee looking at porn. It wasn't the first time it had happened; offices are where things get shared, despite the tech department's best efforts, and I had caught a young lad once before, which had resulted in an exciting evening.
This time it was a junior rep in his early twenties watching a file apparently being shared on a memory stick by the interns as one of the girls looked like someone in the office. I did wonder if one of my old homemade videos had been leaked, but it was a professionally made film, not an amateur effort. I'd caught him just as the girl in question, whom I had to admit looked like our receptionist, was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her breasts and pulling her short skirt to her panties, with her fingers inside them. I spoke in his ear just as they were being pulled down to her ankles. "Are you enjoying that?" He almost fell out of the chair. I walked away, saying, "My office, and bring that with you."
He came in sheepish, too stupid or ashamed of being caught to realise I was an outside advisor and had no authority over him. But my office was a large, lush affair and appearances and confidence count for a lot. "Lock my door and bring that here," I told him.
He handed me the memory stick, and I plugged it in, taking a moment to find the part he'd been watching. I pointed at the screen. "Alison, reception?" I asked. He nodded, "I was only looking at it to see if it did look like her." I let the excuse go and pointed to his still semi-hard member, which he tried to conceal behind his clasped hands.
"Look like you were enjoying it, though." He said nothing, transfixed, not sure what was going on.
I smiled. "How about we see what else is on here?"
He looked puzzled, and I laughed. "I'm asking if you want to have a little fun, idiot, or am I not as fit as Alison?" He stammered, confused. "No, you're fit. All the guys say so. I don't know what you want me to do, though."
That was my cue to tease, "Well, I could do the same as that naughty girl on the video." As I said this, I walked around my desk, unbuttoning my top as she had. His eyes widened as I let it fall open, revealing my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra that day.
"I believe she was about to finger herself and pull her short skirt to her panties?" He was nervous but aroused. I pulled up my skirt and showed him I wasn't wearing panties. "Guess we will have to skip the part about the panties."
He held his hands over an erection threatening to push through his trousers. I stood in front of him and said. "So we can skip the part where she fingers herself." His eyes were glued to my pussy. "You can do it instead."
