I was the boss. No one owned me but me back in those days. I may have been lonely but I had worked my way up to CEO of an extremely aggressive agricultural commodities firm. Then I had started my own company. My salary kept me warm at night with my designer pajamas and chenille comforter, my closest confidants. I had only the best bamboo sheets and the best organic snacks. I ate them as I watched my trading recaps on my 70-inch television screen. I had all the designer suits and shoes, made by designers that made one pair cost as much as some cars do. They were arranged in my closet in perfect order. I had an assistant that had been helping me with all of the little things like organizing my home and office.
I was also lonely. I hadn't realized how lonely until I hired Hans, a handsome and much younger Swedish man. He was tall, blonde and his accent was mesmerizing. He had been the first to answer my ad for a personal assistant and his smile had been as irresistible as it was now. I put my organic cherries to the side as I switched the TV off and opened my laptop. It was also state of the art and the only safe place I had to watch porn. I chose a video with a man that looked strikingly similar to Hans.
He was fucking a young, pretty thing and I figured if Hans was going to have sex, that was who he would probably choose. What would he want with an old, unmarried woman like me? I had spent my life so focused on my career that I had barely noticed when all of my friends got married and started having kids. I didn't have time for such nonsense and I went about my life just as I always had, trading my way into my current position of glory. I had worked so hard to get where I was. I hadn't realized I would feel this way at the top. I thought that I would finally be happy when I got there but there was something missing from my life and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.
Instead, I sunk my finger inside of me as I watched the man who looked like Hans fuck the shit out of some pretty, little girl. She was blonde like I was, and her features were dainty like mine too. In many ways, she could have been me when I was younger and I let my mind bend that way. I let my mind pretend that I was that girl and that Hans was going to take me there. Instead, I took myself there with my fingers, diddling my clit with the exactitude of a woman who had been fucking herself for far too long. I screamed as loudly as I wanted knowing there was no one in the house. I was as alone as ever as I closed my laptop and turned off the light. Another day, done.
I arrived at work in my designer suit. I had dressed a bit more provocatively than I usually did. I had worn a bright colored bra under my white shirt and my suit was cut a bit more tightly than most of my suits. I had bought it with Hans in mind and I couldn't wait to see him. He was waiting for me in my office, a cup of steaming coffee already on my desk.
"Welcome, Jean! How was your night after I left?"
"It was pleasant. Does my coffee have two spoonfuls of sugar?" I asked him.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Did you go through my emails already for me? And where are the contracts from the Leyman account? Richardson needs to be more on top of this. I'm calling him right now," I informed Hans who nodded approvingly. He may have looked like a dumb, blonde, oaf but he was actually intelligent and he could keep up with the pace at my company, which was crazy. Most of my assistants couldn't hang for long. I thought about giving him a raise when I saw it. There was a tiny tattoo just behind his ear. I had never noticed it before.
"Your emails are gone through. I flagged the ones that need your review. The contracts are signed and waiting on Richardson's signature. Sykes is still asking about a potential merger but I didn't flag those per your request. Why are you looking at me like that?" Hans gave me a sideways look.
"I just - Hans, can I ask you something personal?"
"Yes, Jean. Of course," his accent had me going. My pussy was wet for him and I knew what I was about to do was wrong but I was the boss. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. There was no one to stop me unless Hans didn't like what I was about to do. I was sure he would like it and so I pushed forward, my wet pussy leading the way.
"Have you ever had sex with a co-worker?" I asked him.
"You mean like a boss, Jean?" I was melting. The way he said my name made me weak inside. I felt like my heels weren't strong enough to hold up my feet. I felt like he was responding to me with sexual energy.
"Yes, like a boss," I said, my voice disgustingly sexual. I sounded like a phone sex operator or a whore. I didn't sound like myself.
"I never have but I can tell you I've never wanted to more than I do now with you. I can feel your energy, Jean. You have been alone for too long. You need someone to share your passion. I can share it with you."
"Oh, I'm not looking for anything," I quickly tried to backtrack, not sure of how this would play out if I kept going.
"You're looking for sex. Right? I can help you."
"You can?"
"Yes. Hold on." He got up and closed the door and then closed each set of blinds until we were hidden from the rest of the office. "There we go."
