Description: A girlfriend attempts to help get her lover a job. Things don't go as planned.
Kinks included are cheating, office sex, boss/assistant, betrayal, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, and creampie.
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Special thanks to badcompany8888 and SamCarter9001 for test-reading this story, and to an anonymous reader for their additional proof-reading.
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The woman stood at the entry to her boss's office, just out of sight from within. The time was a little past four o'clock, and she knew that the man inside would be winding down on his workload for the day, perhaps wondering how well his favorite sports team will play in tonight's game.
It was as good a time as any to bother him... no, to
ask him
about this.
She shook her head in disbelief, amazed that she was so nervous to ask her boss a simple favor. Normally, she wouldn't be apprehensive in the least about intruding on him. Their relationship was casual enough that they would meet each other in private all the time, discussing clients and recent company changes over coffee, lunch outings, and, well...
other
intimate activities shared.
Today would need to be different, however. There would need to be restraint shown, to focus on the task at hand and be professional if she wanted to come away achieving her main objective: getting her boyfriend a job interview.
The pages of his resume crinkled in her hands with a slight tension.
Remember what you're here for
, she thought to herself.
No fooling around this time. Just in and out. Easy.
Straightening her back and taking a deep breath, she approached and knocked on the open door.
Inside of the room, an older man wearing a sharp dress shirt tilted his head up from his computer monitor.
"Ali," he said, raising his eyebrows slightly but smiling all the same at his blonde assistant. "This is a surprise. I hadn't expected you for another half an hour. Please come in, and grab the door."
"Thanks, Trevor" the woman replied. She stepped inside and, briefly hesitating, closed the door completely behind her with a locking
click,
before turning back to him
.
"I finished most of my work earlier than usual, so that I could speak to you for a bit. I understand that we're still hiring for that junior accountant job, right?"
Trevor's initial excitement to see her faltered, though he kept himself from looking too dismayed. He sat back in his chair, not speaking immediately but instead eyeing the pages Ali held firmly in front of her.
She suspected he already knew where she was going with her line of questioning, but thankfully he decided to let her explain anyway.
"We are."
"Well," she started, moving a bit forward and pressing her legs together. "You know my boyfriend, Alex? He's finishing his business diploma soon. I think with his schooling and experience, he'll make for a good fit in the position. You can take a look at his resume if you don't believe me."
She held out the bundled paper to him, but instead of moving he continued to appraise her.
"Your boyfriend is in his late thirties, isn't he? A bit old to be finishing school." He flashed her a cocky smile with the comment, which she did not reciprocate back.
Despite her coolness, Trevor held out his hand gesturing to take the paper, though he continued to make digs at her boyfriend. "I'm surprised you're still dating a late bloomer like him."
"He's not a late bloomer," she said, furrowing her brow but handing the pages over to him. "He's a hard worker. He just hasn't had the same opportunities as people like us. It's taken him a while to get where he is now."
"Uh huh." He glanced over the paper, clearly only half interested in its contents and the praise she was singing for Alex. It was obvious he was more intrigued in seeing how far he could take his banter, much to her annoyance.
"I don't know, Ali. These junior accountant positions are usually for spry, young go-getters. Does a guy who spent several years in..." he looked down at the page, "manual labor packing boxes sound like a quick, on-the-ball number cruncher?"
He casually threw the resume to his desk, waiting for her answer.
"That's just what you see on the paper," she said, coming closer and sitting against the side of her boss's desk. This maneuver caused the curves of her butt to bulge out, which she caught Trevor's eyes flicking down to witness. His eyes lingered on her shapely bottom for a while, which made Ali smirk and give herself an imaginary high-five.
Thankfully, their office often allowed for a more lax dress code, which she took advantage of both for her own comfort and for, as she called it:
tactical leverage
. Today was no exception, with a sexy, tight white v-neck she wore to accentuate her ample chest, and, more crucially, a pair of tight black jeans that hugged her form like leggings.
Her sense of simple office fashion was something she knew Trevor always appreciated. Now she just had to use it against him.
She spoke again, using his pet name to catch his attention back up to her face. "He's responsible, Trev. He saved up for college, went in hard on his studying, and is really trying to improve his life...
our
life, I mean."
"Our life, you say," Trevor repeated, now staring up and down the legs that were now an arm's reach away from him. "Doesn't really sound like this is something for
you
though, Ali. Sounds like you're doing this without understanding the consequences of what will happen if I accept your request."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if your boyfriend gets hired here, that likely means the end of our