Working for ADOT for almost six years, I wanted to reach a top management position in my department. I had sexual flings with the engineers, managers, and department head, but now I placed my sights on the new department director. Scott gave me the okay, and said it was now or bust. I would either get promoted to management or be fired for being too promiscuous!
Director Mendez was a handsome Hispanic man from Texas, married to a beautiful Latina woman with children, but he had an eye for attractive women around the ADOT buildings. I made it a point to apply for the management position coming open and even personally inquired with Victor about the position and needed qualifications; assuring him I was interested. I made it a point to drop in his office occasionally and drop off mail and business documents for him to review and/or sign.
"Morning, Donna!"
I looked up. Victor smiled down up at me. Now this one is a challenge. I had gotten the feeling past encounters with Vic that there might be some sexual tension between us. But I could easily be inferring too much into his comments. Forty-something, tall and lanky, athletic - he has the classic runner's body. He's youthful, almost bouncy, yet has that cynical edge of a career administrator. I flashed him a bright smile as he moved to hold his door open for me.
"Very gallant!" I said.
"Hey Vic!"
"Donna! Wow, those are some sexy ankle strapped heels you've got on."
I look down at my black patent leather five-inch stilettos , with their sexy ankle straps.. "I got these for $50 at Frederick's of Hollywood two years ago. Not bad, huh?"
He nods appreciatively. "I'd say they were worth the money. You're legs look great!"
I laugh and wonder if he's noticed my blouse. "Thanks!" I said, and turned left into the archive room.
When I emerged a few minutes later, struggling to carry a foot-high stack of files, Vic was talking to one of his staff at a desk nearby. He saw me, broke away from his conversation and took the stack easily out of my hands. He carried the files to my desk down the hall and put them down on top of one of the several piles of files already crowding the surface.
"Thanks, that was really nice of you!"
"No problem, Donna. I was heading this direction anyway. Actually, I was about to go out for some coffee. Can I get you anything?"
"Hmm ..." I am desperate to get out of the office, and I've heard it's beautiful outside today. "I'll decide on the way," I said. "Let's go!"
As we exit the main lobby, I tell him, "I appreciate the excuse to get out of the building!"
He smiled. "And I appreciate the good-looking company!"
At the cafe a block down from the Administration building, we order our drinks - he, a small black, me, a mocha cappuccino - then settle down in two chairs in the corner. We chatted for a few minutes, about the unseasonably warm weather, the latest update on the management position, the new departmental budget, and his new directorship. A waitress brought over our coffee.
"Word is Donna, the department heads are eyeing some male applicants," Vic said. "Puts me in a rather difficult position, given your interest, but being the only woman who applied."
"You haven't heard? It's considered common knowledge around the building that I only applied because of my big breasts and curvy body!" I replied.
"Euphemisms confuse me. "Does that mean fucking to get the position?"
"You're the no-nonsense sort, aren't you?"
"I am. I also don't believe all the gossip I hear around the building." Vic replied.
"This sounds juicy. Do tell." I said.
He seemed to hesitate. He looks around conspiratorially then leans across the table between us. "You know how I go for runs during lunch sometimes?"
I certainly do. I remember one day in particular when he came by my desk to grab one of the chocolate chip cookies I'd baked. It had been raining all day and he looked like he'd climbed out of a pool. Totally fuckable! I try to suppress my grin. "I seem to recall that, yes."
"After my runs, I always grab a shower down by the washroom. A few months ago, I came in and found the shower occupied. I couldn't see in, of course, but I could hear two voices quite clearly."
I feel my breathing quicken. "Did you say anything?"
"Hell no! I wouldn't want to be interrupted if I was fucking a co-worker in the shower."
This was killing me. I squeezed my thighs together, beating back a surge of lust. I had fucked Gary in the shower a few weeks ago!
He continued. "I just hung outside the shower room entrance, and after a few minutes, out you came, still fixing your hair. A minute or so later, Gary came out with a big smile on his face."
"Hmm ... as circumstantial evidence goes, that's pretty compelling," I conceded. "Seems unwise, though, doesn't it? I mean, if it hadn't been someone as cool as you who'd found us ..."
"Definitely a risk. I have heard of people being fired for having sex in offices. But the danger's part of the excitement, right Donna?"
I leaned in close, giving him a clear view of the curves of my breasts. "Danger isn't everything!" I said. "I could hide under your desk and give you a killer blow job, but if it got us fired, it wouldn't have been worth it, would it, Director?"
I'm sure I saw his cock stiffening. His pants, which had a pretty loose fit, appear to be getting tighter and bulging.
"You, giving me a blow job under my desk? I'd be willing to get fired in exchange for that undoubtedly spectacular experience." He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my chest. Instantly, he realized what he's doing. "Oh no!" he says. "I'm going to get hit with a sexual harassment suit."
I put his mind at ease in the best way I know how - sexually harass him right back. "If you demanded I come with you right now to the Phoenix Hilton and fuck you until you couldn't walk, I still wouldn't dream of accusing you of sexual harassment."
