They shared another laugh as Marcia turned to leave.
"Marcia," Kim called out. Marcia stopped to look back. "If you're going to fuck Nick tonight, then just do it. I mean, don't do anything halfway in life. If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's don't live with regret."
"Thank you, Kim."
Kim smiled as Marcia left, thinking how perfectly Marcia had unwittingly fallen into her own Master's trap.
*****
"Hey, do you want to go out for drinks again?" Marcia bubbly said as she popped over the wall of Nick's cubicle.
Nick looked up from his computer screen. "Oh, I don't know, I've still got so much work to do. I really need to catch up," he complained.
"Nonsense. I'm your boss, and I'm telling you that your work can wait until tomorrow. I'm ordering you to go home. Or rather to report to the bar immediately for some drinks."
Nick laughed. "Well, I guess an order is an order."
A few minutes later, they were seated at a table in a quiet corner. Nick took note how Marcia crowded close to him. He could almost feel her breath upon him. He decided to play dumb and hard to get. He wanted to enjoy watching how hard she would flirt with him. He noticed she had undone an extra button on her blouse, and when she leaned forward slightly, he had an almost clear view down her top.
"Nick, we've been meeting up here after work quite a bit lately."
"Yeah, it seems that way, doesn't it?" Nick answered innocently.
"You've been a really good friend. You have no idea how much it means to have someone who listens, who understands me. It's like you're actually interested in me, and you accept me for who I am, flaws and all. And I really appreciate that."
"I was just raised to treat everyone the way you wanted to be treated, ma'am, I mean, Marcia," Nick answered as he continued to play a deliberately innocent mark.
*****
Marcia was shaking with nerves. She hadn't flirted with anyone since before she got married years ago. Even when she had an affair with Ted, he had pursued her. He had initiated everything. The flirty texts and the sexting. She felt silly putting herself out there like this. She silently wondered if Nick was really as innocent and naïve as he appeared, or if he was just trying to politely reject her. Part of her felt silly as she laughed at everything Nick said. She was trying to let him know that he was the only object of her attention, but she wondered if he was picking up on any of her social cues.
Her skirt was cut an inch shorter than what she normally wore to the office, and her long legs were accentuated by her black stockings and high heels. She undid an extra button on the way to the bar, and her nipples were hard and poking through the front of her blouse. She had started to wonder how a wonderful, polite young man like Nick could possibly be single, but now she realized that he most likely had nice girls commonly hitting on him, but he was too obtuse to receive any of their signals. She resolved to keep beating on the drum until the message got through to Nick's thick skull.
She remembered how Nick had said "An order is an order" when they left the office, and she couldn't help but think it also applied to her assignment from her Master. She was ordered to sleep with someone from work, and she decided she wanted to sleep with Nick. Now she just needed to convince Nick to follow along, and she decided to double down on her efforts.
******
Nick kept a straight face and suppressed his excitement. He was enjoying his Manager, Marcia's, attempts at seduction. He knew he could have quickly surrendered to her charms, but he was having more fun watching her increasingly desperate bids for his attention. Nick couldn't help but wonder to what lengths she would go to seduce him, although he knew he was beginning to strain the limits of credulity. Any blind man could see she was coming on strong to him. The waitress had initially brought them drinks, but Marcia had hovered over him so closely, it was obvious they wanted to be left alone, and the waitress was keeping her distance and giving them privacy.
He looked over his manager, and he couldn't wait to enjoy her body. She wasn't a centerfold, but she possessed an eye-catching beauty. Her face was friendly and inviting, and she had maintained her figure, even after having a few kids. At work, her glasses and business attire gave her a professional air, but her slender frame and the feminine curves of her figure were unmistakable on a second look.
Nick saw the unmistakable signs that Marcia was putting herself out there. She was showing a lot of leg, and she gave him clear views down her blouse. She had obviously spent some time doing up her dark hair that morning rather than just tying it back in a bun like she typically did at work. Her body signals were unambiguous. She leaned into him and looked at him with warmth.
She had a certain clumsiness, which maybe was to be expected given she had been married for over ten years, but Nick found her awkwardness endearing. She wasn't the typical MILF that put herself out there for men to fawn over. Her sexuality was more muted, hiding under layers of corporate bureaucracy.
Nick appreciated the challenge that Marcia presented. Whereas Kim had been the prototypical cougar, she was already a slut who enjoyed sex and regularly sought out illicit encounters. Marcia, on the other hand, represented something else entirely. Even though she had already strayed from her marriage, she was less a cougar and more of a desperately lonely wife. She just didn't have a man worthy of her love and attention. Taking advantage of Marcia's vulnerability somehow felt more deeply personal and satisfactory than when Nick had turned Kim into his slave.
With Kim, he accomplished it by simple blackmail, but he was a novice at that time when it came to mind manipulation. With Marcia, however, he felt much more in control as he slowly guided Marcia into a sexual affair with him, letting her think that their relationship was all her idea. Nick was savoring this moment and ready for the seeds of his manipulation to finally take root.
*****
"So, do you remember when I flashed my bits to the entire company at the town hall?" Marcia asked as she looked around nervously to make sure no one was within earshot.
"Yeah, you said your mysterious Master made you do it," Nick replied.
"That's true, but I wondered, I mean, what did you think of it?"
"What do you mean, what did I think of it?" Nick asked, feigning innocence.
"I mean, did you like what you saw?"
"Oh, I suppose."
"You suppose?" Marcia asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.
"You're a very fetching woman, ma'am, I mean, Marcia, but it's a little embarrassing to think of my manager like that."
Marcia looked down in dismay. She wondered if she was coming on too strong and making him nervous, so she decided to go all in and ferret out if he was just that clueless or if he was gently rejecting her advances.
"If you wanted, I could let you see it again. I mean, you could see as much of me as you wanted," she offered.
"Oh my," Nick said, playing up his mock naivete. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Marcia was seated right next to Nick in the booth. She pulled closer, her arm brushing against his. She let her stockinged leg rub against him as she smiled and looked him in the eyes.
Nick felt her hand under the table rest on his thigh. Then her hand moved up to rub against his cock. Marcia's intent was unmistakable.
"What do you say, we get out of here and go someplace private?" she whispered.
"""""
Kim entered to an older run-down neighborhood and pulled up to the address programmed on her GPS. She recognized the hotel where she met the stranger from last night across the street. She couldn't believe she was spending two nights in a row in a neighborhood she normally avoided like the plague. Master Nick, however, had set her up with another rendezvous, so she was duty bound to comply.
She read the DM's sent between herself and the man she was meeting. Master Nick allowed her to read the messages so she would know what she was getting into and when/ where to go, although she was not allowed to respond directly to any of the messages herself.
She wrestled internally with her assignment that night. Looking over the messages, she knew Master Nick had set her up with a young black man from the upper east side of Cleveland, and she found the prospect of this hook up both frightening and tantalizingly thrilling.
She had always advocated for diversity and equality in the workplace, and she truly believed that all men are created equal. She also knew, however, that she came from a privileged background with limited encounters with black people. Growing up, she had limited interactions with black people in her private school and college years. Even in her professional life, the black people she encountered would best be categorized as acquaintances as opposed to friends she freely fraternized with.
