Back in the boss' office,
"Whenever you're ready for me, ma'am," I told Katie with a slightly mischievous grin but in my most polite tone and left the office.
I could feel some of the guys staring, as if waiting for an explanation. Stan, of course, couldn't resist and inquired as to the matter that was discussed.
I shrugged and told him, in a most casual tone, "Oh boss wants me to show his daughter how things get done here." I could tell he was holding back a lot of his own excitement, even volunteered to assist in case I needed it.
Lunchtime came, I thought to just rush up on the work so I could have more time for Katie, when she came around to seeing me, that is. The sandwich lady had left me a Turkey on rye by mistake, which now proved helpful since I didn't want to waste time leaving my desk.
A knock on the glass, I looked up. Katie's figure half-filled the doorframe, still like a glowing image of sexiness that any man would just want to throw down and fuck like mad.
"Have you finished your lunch?" she asked.
"Pretty much," I replied, pointing to the empty sandwich box beside me. "You?"
"I'm not really hungry," she answered.
"Come on in," I stood up, pointing to a chair nearby. "Ready for... whatever I come up with to teach you?" I smile at her shyly. That definitely came out wrong, I thought.
She shrugged and looked around the enclosed space. "My dad thinks I should start at the very bottom," she answered, her curious eyes looking around the room.
That definitely came out wrong too, I grinned at myself, imagining her on her knees from his feet moving up between...
"He wants me to organize the filing room, read up on old files, study old designs," her voice popping the erotic bubble in my head.
"Oh!" I managed to say, swallowing hard. "Well then, to the little filing room for you, luv." I waited for her to walk ahead and followed her out, leading her to another floor, more secluded and slightly dimmer and older than the interior of the main floor.
"Apologies for the dust," I said as I opened the door, "nobody likes to do the organizing work."
She grinned at me and stepped in. It wasn't a big room, but it was loaded with tons of documents and folders and god-knows-what. I looked at her and saw the worry on her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, a bit of concern.
"He can't really expect me to sort this place out!"
I looked around. It was definitely more than just a clutter, it was a mess, a waste to her chic and sexy attire and the heels, fated only to paper-cuts and dust. "I could help you a bit, if you'd like," I told her.
She looked at me, partly surprised, and partly happy, "really?"
I smiled, "at the end of the workday. Can't be doing all the heavy lifting for you now."
As I turned to leave, I noticed her smile had disappeared.
That entire afternoon was just as much a struggle. I couldn't stop thinking about her, alone, bending over to pick stuff up of the floor, that her ass would be up in the air, reaching up for more files that her skirt would ride up her ass...
A quarter before 5, I decided to leave my desk and see how she was getting along. I had tried immensely to distract my thoughts just to keep my cock from bulging out in anticipation. I peered inside and she as sitting on a chair looking at a file, her hair was tied up now, a pencil in her hand, her blouse tucked out of her skirt, the top button had slightly come undone that I could see the thin dark lace peering out. I wanted to just grab her by the hair and make her suck me.
She looked up, innocently surprised at my presence. "Did you need something?"
