3.
Next morning found Tamara standing in front of Mr Fria's door. She had never spoken to the man before, but he seemed like an approachable, friendly man.
She remembered Ms Argent's words from the previous day. The director was in her hands, she could ruin her reputation. All she needed to do was to knock on the door go in and tell Mr Fria what had happened.
It would be her words against Ms Argent's. Would it be enough? An investigation would surely start. It would leave an entry in the records.
She had no illusion that her career would end, but she knew that reporting the incident would be the right thing to do. She raised her hand to knock.
At that moment she remembered Sonia's face when she had emerged from her kiss with Ms Argent. The triumphant look in her eyes when Ms Argent left Tamara without a kiss.
She then felt the ghost touch of their hands on her boobs again.
"Fuck that bitch." She whispered, turned and went back to her desk.
Two stories above her Ms Argent was sitting behind her desk. With a wide smiler on her face she was reading Tamara's essay about what value she could bring to the company in her new positions.
"Very good." She giggled when Tamara explained the awkward night when she had lost her virginity. The essays had no impact of the two candidates evaluation. She has requested them purely for her own amusement.
When she finished she put down the paper, turned her chair and looked out of her window. She imagined the two women spending their afternoon to write these papers, to confess, or make up intimate details of their lives to impress her.
She picked up the essay and dropped it into the paper bin. It landed on Sonia's paper. Later in the day Ms Halonen would empty the bin and the essays would end up in a paper shredder.
Ms Argent opened a drawer of her desk and took out a coin. It was time to decide who would be the dominant of the two candidates.
She flipped the coin. It flew and she caught it with her right hand. She opened her palm and looked at it.
She pouted. She flipped again. This time when she saw the outcome she smiled.
She turned back to her desk and typed an email. She sent it both Sonia and Tamara. She stood up and went to the mirror on the wall to check her attire. She wore her standard dark coloured costume, with a white buttoned up blouse. Her make up was immaculate. She wondered how long it would stay that way.
She knew she can control herself but some light petting would never hurt. The stern, cold woman almost giggled in anticipation.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" She said, the pitch of her voice higher than usual. Pull yourself together, she reminded herself.
She turned and looked at the woman in the door.
She wore black ballerina flats. Her legs were covered in white stockings printed with a delicate butterfly pattern. Her blue plated skirt ended just above her knees. Her white blouse hid her slender figure well but the light material hinted at the shapes of her perky boobs.
Ms Argent felt her mouth ran dry as she admired Sonia. The girl's attire was barely appropriate for the office. She was clearly dressed for kill and now Ms Argent was not sure that she would be able to stick to her original plan. She wanted this beautiful creature then and there. She wanted to feel the heat emanating from her body, her breath in her mouth. And she wanted so much more.
"Good morning Margot!" Sonia said. Her eyes were serious, her face without emotions. Ms Argent felt her heartbeat quicken when the girl called her on her first name. It took a whole second to remind herself that she had asked her to that.
"Good morning sweety." It took all of her willpower to steady her voice. When the words left her mouth without a tremble she calmed down a little.
Sonia shut the door behind her, stepped forward and stood with her legs closed, her hands at her side. There was an aura of submissiveness around her except her eyes. She looked at Ms Argent straight in the eyes.
"I'm pleased to inform you that your new office is ready and you can move in today."
"Thank you Margot, I cannot wait to work under your direct supervision."
Ms Argent stared at the girl. Did Sonia really think she could play this game?
"Sonia before I show you around I'd like to ask you to do something for me."
"Anything Margot."
"You are a treasure."
Ms Argent stepped to her desk and stood in front of it with her back to Sonia. She looked out of the window. It was a rainy April day, the trees on the banks of the river gently moved in the wind. She waited.
When she was confident that she waited for an uncomfortably long time she reached for her belt, unbuckled it and pulled her pants down. She stepped out of them and stood in her black shoes and panties. She had picked the raciest, sluttiest pair of panties that morning. It was a pink pair of French knickers, crotchless, with white lacing and flowery motifs.
In other words it was an abomination. She would have never wear that thing but she decided it would do perfectly in this scenario.
She parted her legs, leaned forward and put her elbows on her table. She looked back at Sonia over her shoulder and saw with great satisfaction that the girl's previous confidence was gone.
She stared at the hideous underwear in confusion.
"May I have your opinion please?" Ms Argent asked.
Sonia did not know how to reply. What did Ms Argent want to know? Did she ask about her panties? That was a catastrophe. Or was it her bottom? It was round and firm. Hidden under a catastrophe.
Sonia had a plan when Ms Argent... no, Margot summoned her. She had come prepared, wearing what she thought was her sexiest outfit. She had shaven her legs, her arms, her armpits, her pubic area except for a landing strip. She had accepted that this day she might had to eat out a pussy for the first time in her life.
She had not expected her boss bending over in a pair of knickers which would have made a bimbo to blush.
"It's a..." She managed.
"Please Sonia be honest."
"I... I don't like the panties Gloria."
"Why? I bought them just for you sweety."
"I don't think pink is your colour."
"You may be right Sonia. May I ask another favour of you? Please take a photo of me, I want to see how terrible it is."
"Yes... of course."
Sonia looked around looking for Ms Argent's phone. She looked back at her boss. She was bending over still, looking back at her. Waiting.
Sonia slowly reached for her own phone, expecting Ms Argent stopping her at any moment. Surely she could not allow Sonia to use her own phone take a photo of her like this.
Yet she did not say anything.
When Sonia help up her phone her hands were shaking. Ms Argent reached behind with one hand and adjusted her panties, pulling them between her butt creeks, and smiled at Sonia.
Sonia took a photo.
"I'm sorry Margot, it is blurry." She said after checking the photo.
"That's all right sweetheart. Shoot a couple of more from different angles, you can move closer if it helps."
Sonia spent the next minute taking a dozen photos of her boss moving closer, and growing bolder. The last photo consisted solely Ms Argent's butt with her happily smiling face in the background.
"Let me see!"
Ms Argent spun around grabbed Sonia's shoulder and drew her close. Sonia stood with her back to the older woman. She felt Margot's breasts pushing against her shoulder blades every time she took a breath. Sonia held up her phone and Margot peeked over her shoulder, their faces touching.
"Oooo..." She heard Margot's disappointed sigh. "You are right they are definitely not my style. I'm too old for this type of frilly underwear."
Sonia was sure that there was no appropriate age for Margot's underwear. By now she was also sure that the other woman was playing a game with her. She did not know what the outcome would be but she had to play along.
"Nobody can wear this underwear and pull it off, believe me Margot."
"But I don't believe you! Remember what I said before? I bought this pair of knickers for you!"
Sonia turned her head to look into Margot's eyes. What did she mean by this?
Ms Argent moved her head too and the next moment her lips were on Sonia's. They kissed the day before but this time they were alone. Margot's hands moved, one stroking Sonia's neck, the other cupping her breast.
Margot was gentle with her moves, Sonia felt desire building up in her body. She would have liked a firmer grip, a little bit of teeth on her lips. She moaned, and her moan made Margot bolder.
Now there were the teeth pulling Sonia's lower lip. She tried to turn to face her boss and now there was the firmness in her hold too. She held Sonia facing away making her work hard for the kiss.
Ms Argent's hand moved to the back of her head as she pushed her tongue deep into her mouth. Sonia heard for the first time Margot moaning is lust too.
For a moment she felt Margot's arms pushing her down.
The hint of the push disappeared and Margot released her, broke their kiss and gently pushed her away. She kept a hold on her right arm still.
"You are such a treasure." Ms Argent said in a throaty voice. She was no doubt aroused. Sonia moved towards her, to push her over the edge but Margot had unbelievable self control. She was shaking but she stopped Sonia putting her hand on her chest. Her fingers twitched and grabbed Sonia's blouse... Yet again she controlled herself.
