A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on a fantasy shared by myself and my beautiful girlfriend, who I also have the honour to call 'Mistress.' Once again, I must begin by thanking Aubrey for allowing me to immortalise our relationship in this way, but must emphasise that all other characters besides ourselves are entirely my own creation.
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If you've been following my adventures thus far, you'll know that my work life is very complicated. Ever since attending my first sales conference as the Personal Assistant of Miss Aubrey, she and I have been involved in a highly passionate - and highly covert - romantic entanglement, right under the noses of our superiors.
Of course, being deeply in love with her provides a great motivation for ensuring discretion at the office, but I still do my very best to steal a quick kiss and cuddle at every opportunity. Not only that, but I'm always willing to stay behind after hours to help her 'get ahead' with the following day's work: partly because I know that she appreciates the company, but mostly because we can take advantage of being alone in the office to indulge in more 'athletic' activities.
It was on just such an occasion that this particular story opens. Aubrey had approached me on my lunch-break and asked, quite innocently enough, if I would be able to work an extra few hours and lend a hand with some urgent correspondence. Catching both her surreptitious wink and the subtle manner in which she ran her tongue over her full red lips, I'd been only too willing to oblige, but the speed of my reply definitely raised some eyebrows amongst the other guys in the break-room.
At first, I'd thought it best to shrug off any reactions of that sort; to be honest, I had a suspicion that more that one of my colleagues secretly wanted an opportunity to get into Aubrey's panties. However, on this occasion, I noticed that Colin - a tall, stocky man who worked as a PA for one of the chief buyers - was practically glaring at me across the table, and a more black look I couldn't remember seeing. As such, as soon as my boss had left the room, I took him aside. "Seriously Colin," I hissed sharply, trying not to attract the attention of the other people in the room, "what the hell was that about? I mean, if looks could kill..."
I tailed off. As for Colin, he shrugged his shoulders and laid a hand on my arm, the dark look in his eyes softening noticeably. "I don't know Leonard," he whispered back to me, leaning forward in a conspiratorial manner, "I just get the feeling that you're spending rather more time with Aubrey than is healthy for an assistant. You're going to be giving people the impression that you're obsessed with her." I'd expected something like this, of course; the other PAs weren't stupid, and sooner or later, they were bound to 'warn me off' my apparent level of eagerness to go above and beyond the requirements of my contract.
"I know where you're coming from mate," I sighed, making sure to inject a note of reluctant consideration into my voice, "from where you're standing, it probably does look like I'm starting to get too 'close' to my boss. After all, I was rather quick to agree to her request for extra work tonight, and while it does mean getting paid for an extra shift, you probably worry that she's taking advantage of me." I reached across my body with my free hand, taking hold of Colin's wrist and easing his arm away. "Don't worry though, I need the money, and I'm big enough and ugly enough not to get too 'close' to her."
The big man gave me another level look, but the earlier fire had all but disappeared. "I suppose you know what you're doing," he admitted slowly, "but I still don't think that it's wise to be so eager to oblige her. You're still very new at this company, and it might start tongues wagging if you keep yapping around her heels like a puppy on a leash." In spite of the risk of further incurring his displeasure, I couldn't help allowing myself a grin; as expected, my reaction earned me a 'see what I mean' incline of the head and a warning slap on the arm. "Like I said," he repeated in a steel tone, "just make sure that you watch yourself."
Later that day, as the last few members of our team threw on hats and coats and surged out of the office for end-of-the-week drinks at the pub a few doors down the street, Aubrey and I found ourselves standing blissfully alone in the atrium. Slowly, I stalked to the door and glanced down the corridor: seeing that it was deserted, I spun on my heel and sprinted back across the room, hurling myself into my girlfriend's open arms and gazing deeply into her hazel eyes. Almost instantly, I felt a wave of excitement surge through me, and I revelled in soft warmth of Aubrey's ample curves as she enveloped me in her embrace.
Unusually for today, she had decided against a pinstripe suit and blouse, and was instead dressed more casually in a scoop-necked crimson sweater and long black skirt that, while hugging her hips and arse, swirled around her beautiful legs as she strode around the office. Slowly, I allowed my own hands to stroke up and down her back, tracing the strap of her bra through the sweater and holding her gaze, even as she leaned forward to whisper, "I love you so much baby." That was the only encouragement that I needed.
Sliding my hands up over Aubrey's shoulders, I entwined my fingers as best I could into her auburn locks, which was made slightly tricky by the fact that, as usual, she was keeping it cut relatively short. She had one hand in my hair too, but the other was busily fondling my arse, and I guessed that Aubrey had been stealing glances at it for most of the day. Finally, I couldn't stand the tension any longer, and drawing her face towards mine, I gave my boss a deep, urgent kiss, trying to communicate the frustration that I'd felt at not being able to give her any attention that day; not even a hug in the elevator.
