// Second Chapter here: as a spoiler warning the tags show, that this one includes a transgender character and leans to the bisexual side.
Work felt like a blur the next day to Tom, with Amy caught in meetings all morning he spent the shift alone at his desk typing away on autopilot. His mind raced with thoughts of the previous evening, of seeing Emma again, her feelings about him, and how quickly he had been able to strengthen them. He decided he needed a plan with all the opportunities he had now.
His email alert pinged stating a meeting in five, a review with his floor's manager Beth. He sighed, his stats and figures were always perfect. They were glowing even. But the company had struggled to find anything in the budget for a pay rise for him, and with Beth being content in her role a promotion was unlikely. He finished the page he was going over and slid away the paperwork he was reviewing into his desk drawer, before getting a coffee and starting the gears turning in his head on how to deal with this. Beth was a decent boss and not half attractive for someone her age, taking time to keep her figure well, but she was a stickler for detail.
As he stepped into her office, knocking on the open door, he pulled it closed behind him before dropping a coffee at her desk and taking a seat with his own. "Morning boss, meeting time!" He said acting cheerful. Her focus was on her laptop in front of her and she gave him an apologetic smile. Beth was a petite woman, shorter than Tom with dark brown hair and eyes, she wore a business dress suit that clung well to her figure.
"Yes. Good morning. Another review time!" She said filled with an equal amount of fake cheerfulness.
"Stats are good. The workload is all sorted. How's the budget looking?" Tom asked, knowing the answer already.
"Oh, you know..." Beth said and they shared a look, "The business is floating at least."
She looked genuinely upset at the continued lack of any raise, and he crept out mentally, to touch her mind. She felt genuine concern for him, caring for him even, and he noticed a swell of appreciation as she spotted the coffee made to her order. She was annoyed at the continued lack of anything she could offer for his work, and he focussed that emotion to build on it. He read through her memories and found she felt alone at home, her daughter now out all the time with friends and her husband having no time outside of work or golf. A strong need for company and attention sat around her thoughts of home, which he brought to the front of her mind to mix with her opinions of the two of them. He watched something change in her eyes.
"It's alright boss. I don't want the hassle of fighting or finding somewhere else, and the work's easy enough. Just a bit crap getting nothing for your efforts." Tom said smiling.
"You do good work. You deserve something for that. If only there was a way I could make up for it..." Beth said looking lost in thought, he took a chance and pried into her thoughts of longing for physical attention and muddled the images of her and her husband to her and him. She quickly held onto the idea, reinforced by the thought of how long since her husband had been in the mood for anything. She licked her lips as she continued the train of thought, and suddenly realising how she yearned for release. She had never done anything in the office before but reasoned no one would come in without knocking and the only window was on the door and small and frosted. She began to wonder if she could give him some sort of compensation herself...
"There's nothing in the budget I'm afraid Tom," Beth said with a small pout that he found uncharacteristic. She stood and stepped around the desk towards him and he swore he saw her sway her hips a little, "But I've got something else I could maybe offer?" She ended the sentence as a question, and as she walked closer to him and leaned down slightly he couldn't do much but nod.
"You've worked hard here and I appreciate that, Tom." She said looking into his eyes, "I know it's not the best pay but you're good at what you do, and we don't want to lose you." He watched as her delicate hand undid the top button on her shirt, she leaned in so close to him that he could feel her breath on his cheek. "All this work with no compensation, must cause you such stress." She purred as another button came undone and his eyes widened. "Say I find a way to relieve some of that stress? Something to keep you with us?"
His breath caught in his throat as she stood grinning slightly and waiting for an answer. He managed to get out a strangled "Sure" just before she undid the last button and shuffled out of her shirt, placing it carefully on the desk behind her. Beth slid down to her knees in front of him, and he stared at the sight, her lace bra pushed up her already ample cleavage allowing his eyes to roam over her perfect skin. She wore a small necklace that hung between her breasts drawing his gaze, and he tried to focus on her words as she lazily undid his trousers.
"Let's say we make a little arrangement to help with the stress of this job, while we fight for that raise." She slipped a hand inside and cradled him, feeling his cock stiffen as blood rushed in. Beth looked up and held his gaze as she continued gently coaxing him, "And let's say that something here is starting to look really tasty to me as well. And anyone knows given what I've got outside of work, I could use the stress relief too." As she pulled his cock out of his underwear she turned her attention to it, enjoying the warm feel and the way it grew in her hand. Tom saw in her mind she was somewhat conflicted. Beth thought of how long it had been since she had a chance to enjoy herself like this, and how getting this far alone had made her soaking wet. But she wanted more. She was worried about going too far with her employee, but his cock felt so good in her hands as she gripped it. She willed herself to go forward and taste it, so he pushed the last bit of confidence she needed into her head.
He was rewarded with a gentle lick across his tip, before a long slow lick from the base of his cock back up. He groaned at the feeling as she dragged her tongue along him again and again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Beth grinned and while he wasn't looking she surprised him by sliding him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before suckling gently. Her lips wrapped tight around him as she bobbed her head, taking him a little deeper each time. His hand found her head and stroked her hair as he felt her tongue working him, he looked down and saw her eyes closed and enjoying herself. He could see in her mind that she had missed doing this, the feel of a man in her mouth and the reactions she could cause. He fed those feelings, watching as she started to focus on his groans and a need to please him grew. She wanted to show him how good she was at this. As he twitched in her mouth getting close he felt her moan around him and speed up, her mind racing with a desire to feel him cumming in her mouth.
Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft and she gripped the base of his cock, as she bobbed quicker. As much as he tried to hold off, he couldn't deny she was very good.
"Fuck yes... I'm gonna..." was all he could mutter before she doubled her efforts, and he came hard in her mouth. He saw the excitement in her mind and she swallowed as quickly as she could, her hand stroking him slowly as she held the tip in her mouth.
As she stood wiping her mouth he saw her grin to herself as her pride swelled, she tried to hide it as he put him away and her shirt back on.
"I hope that will suffice until we can arrange something more regular." She said winking at him.
"Good god Beth. You're amazing." And she giggled, suddenly sounding girly and embarrassed. As he stood to leave, "If you ever need some stress relief yourself, you know where my desk is." He said before walking out.
Beth leaned against her chair and watched him leave, something in her mind felt like that was a good idea. She felt something she hadn't in a while, she felt desired. And she felt hungry for more.
Tom returned to his desk and grinned to himself, the murmur of office work filled his ears and he did his best to continue his work. He didn't get much more done that shift.
