Erin never thought that convincing her boyfriend to fuck her into the mattress would've taken so much effort. It'd been months since he'd even looked in her direction, let alone filled her tight little pussy up with his cock. A woman could only go without for so long and she was getting desperate.
Fussing with the hem of her leather mini skirt and undoing another button on her sheer blouse, she stepped out of the bathroom. There'd been enough waiting around; it was time for action. Mike had successfully avoided all her previous attempts at seduction with relative ease and she was frustrated beyond belief.
What man could resist the sounds of his hot girlfriend playing with herself in the shower, or ignore the sexy lingerie she insisted on wearing around the house? It was getting ridiculous. She'd decided to give the lingerie one last attempt today, wearing a black lacy number that was clearly visible beneath her white shirt.
It definitely added to the sexy secretary look she was going for, and her thighs squeezed together deliciously in anticipation. The soft leather rubbed against her silky legs as she walked across the office floor, intending to pay a quick visit to the unsuspecting man in her life. It was the most relief she'd felt in weeks.
Giving a cursory knock on the wall of glass surrounding his office, Erin leant against the open door frame with her best sultry look. Unfortunately for her, Mike appeared to be in a meeting. He'd reflexively glanced up at her when she'd knocked, but was quick to look back to his screen with a wave of his hand in her direction.
He did that a lot these days - putting her off until later. She knew he was a busy man, being the Department Head for their marketing team, but it was really starting to get to her. She'd barely been able to spend any time with Mike the last few weeks. They mostly ate alone (him at his desk and her in front of the TV), and she often fell asleep in an empty bed. He worked late into the night and rose early enough that Erin never caught him next to her.
Huffing, she made her way back to her desk and opened a compact to check her face in the mirror. What wasn't working? She'd chosen a dark smoky eye and a vivid red lip to match the role she was playing, but maybe it was too much? Though Mike hadn't noticed her simpler looks and so she'd been forced to go over the top, even if just for a reaction.
Erin was seriously running out of options. She was already wearing the shortest skirt she could get away with, and she'd made sure the tops of her breasts were peaking out of her blouse. Her outfit had certainly garnered enough appreciative looks around the office to reassure her, but what else could she do? She couldn't even persuade Mike to glance in her direction long enough to notice.
Deciding it was a lost cause for the moment, Erin grabbed her mug and got up from her desk. As she stood, she self-consciously tugged on the short hemline of her skirt. At the time, she'd felt sexy but with Mike's lack of interest... It was embarrassing. Ducking her head to get to the kitchen without incident, she hastened her pace.
Entering the small room, she put the kettle on to boil and leaned back against the counter. Erin stifled a yawn and rolled her shoulders. She'd woken up especially early this morning to put her look together - caffeine was a must. Closing her eyes, she raised her arms above her head in a long stretch. Ever since she'd begun working for Mike at this desk job, her posture had significantly worsened.
'Ahh,' she sighed.
'Enjoying yourself?'
Flustered, she hastily brought her arms back down and looked to the voice, finding Jack stood just inside the entrance and staring lustfully at her chest. Instinctively glancing down, she saw that her stretch must've popped another button open on her blouse and given him a more exposed view than she'd intended...
Face flaming, she quickly redid her buttons and corrected, 'I was stretching.'
'Did you need any help with that?' Jack smirked, taking a step towards her.
'Excuse me?' Erin attempted to take a step back, feeling the edge of the counter behind her as she did so.
Jack had always been arrogant - a Team Leader working under Mike but you wouldn't have known from the way that he acted. The word 'No' had never been in his vocabulary, regardless of what Erin and her coworkers were tasked with to make his ideas a reality. Having his underlings doing the work for him, he had a lot of extra time on his hands; time that he used for strutting about the office like he owned the place and being far too handsy with the staff.
He was also a serial dater, though she'd heard that his latest conquest - an intern from HR, ironically - had grown tired of being used. Erin couldn't fault her, though. It'd taken even herself some time to register that the charming smile and sparkling eyes were a warning, not an invitation. A small jolt of alarm went through her as she realised that she, too, was now on his radar.
'I asked if you needed me to help stretch you out. You're looking a little... stiff,' Jack took another step and reached a hand up to rest on the shelves next to her head.
Absentmindedly she heard the kettle quieten behind her as it finished boiling, but she was too distracted by his proximity. If she tilted her head up a little more, her mouth would be just aligned with his. Jack would only need to press his head down lightly... She licked her lips. Erin noticed his eyes track the movement, before taking an obvious detour to look at her ample cleavage now pressed firmly against his chest.
She didn't know where to look, where to move, caught in this delicate position of power. Jack had all the control, holding Erin there against the counter with his leg resting gently between hers. Her hands were still by her side but it would be so easy to reach and and touch and squeeze. Suddenly, she didn't care how wrong it would be - that she was spoken for already and that anybody could walk in.
Mike had made it clear that he wasn't interested in her physically, so what else could she really do? She had a hot, strong man waiting. Yes, he was teasing her, but she could feel from the hard length at her hip that there was an attraction. Maybe he could satisfy her instead? No one needed to know...
Or so she had thought. Erin sucked in a harsh breath as she heard the door to the kitchen squeak open and the reality of the situation kicked back in. She frantically tried to put some distance between them but to no avail - Jack seemed to be purposefully holding her there, the smirk still on his face. With great trepidation, she looked over his shoulder and into the eyes of ... Mike.
'Erin, a word,' Mike spoke firmly, 'My office, now.'
She despaired as Jack finally stepped back, his hand bringing with it a cup from the shelf behind her. She was in so much trouble. Jack, meanwhile, looked quite smug. Had it been his intention to get them caught?
Mike didn't wait for her as he turned and stormed out - presumably back to his office. Abandoning her mug, she didn't look back as she hurried after him. Erin felt the eyes of the rest of the office following her as she tried, and failed, to keep pace.
Finally stepping into Mike's office, her nerves increased tenfold when he silently pulled the blinds across the glass, shut the door and locked it. He hadn't instructed her to sit and so she stood as stiffly as she could manage, trying not to fidget. She was very aware that she could lose both her job and her relationship right now.
'What did you think you were doing?' Mike said, still facing the door.
'I... went into the kitchen for a coffee, Jack must've followed me in.'
