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After Hours 65

After Hours 65

by saranade2427
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"Also, our errors are down to only one this month," I finished, sitting across the large L-shaped desk in Michelle's office.

"Are we ready for the inspection next week?" Michelle replied with her assertive and commanding voice as she looked down at the report I gave to her.

"Yes ma'am," I promptly answered.

Although I had been manager for over a year now, I was still nervous reporting to Michelle. She was a great director and often easy to get along with, but she always held an aura of intimidation about herself. She was a strong, confident woman that you did NOT want to be on the bad side of.

I admired her, though. She was intelligent and assertive. Although she was in her mid forties, she looked great. Tall with long blonde hair and all the right curves. Respected and feared. The kind of woman I could only hope to be someday, though I can't see myself filling her shoes.

No one fears and respects their petite boss, which is the best way to define me. Petite. A foot shorter than Michelle, with smaller curves and dark brown hair. However, the part I lacked the most was the confidence that she had. It just wasn't in me.

"Great," she continued, setting the report down, folding her arms on her desk and gently smiling at me. "I knew I was right choosing you as manager."

I silently let out a brief smile, accepting the praise. I wasn't great with handling compliments.

"How about the new hire? How is his training coming along?" she asked, sitting back in her black leather chair.

"Oh, Zach? Yeah, he's doing well. Catching on quick. I like him," I answered.

"I think the feeling is mutual," she said, her voice now more sultry.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I peeked in on you two the other day. I saw the way you were both looking at each other," she smirked.

"What? No, that's n--"

"Relax. I get it. He's an attractive young guy. You're an attractive young woman. I'm not judging you."

"No. It's not like that," I squirmed. Honestly, his appearance was the main reason I hired him. My stomach tightened into a knot when he walked into the interview. Michelle saw right through me.

"Be honest with me, do you find him attractive?" she asked.

I hesitated. Michelle has this thing about honesty and trust. It was the first lecture she gave me when she promoted me. If I wanted to keep my position, I had to be completely honest with her.

"I do," I replied, looking away embarrassed. There was a pause.

"Would you sleep with him?" The question shocked me. I turned back to her in disbelief. She stared smiling playfully, waiting for my answer.

"Well... I...," I started, trying to find a way around admitting the truth before conceding to her. "Yes," I replied shortly. My eyes dropped to my feet, my cheeks burning red.

There was another pause, then she slowly leaned across her desk. "I wouldn't care, you know. The whole HR and fraternization shtick? It's bullshit. You're a grown woman. If you choose to move your team building to the bedroom, who cares? As long as it doesn't interfere with our work."

I was too stunned to respond. There was a moment of silence and then she leaned back again.

"I need you to come in tomorrow so we can run through some things before the inspection," she stated simply.

"Yes m'am," I answered.

"Thank you Rachel. That's all," she said, turning away from me to face her computer.

I rose from the chair quietly. As I opened the door to leave, I looked back at her for a moment, still in disbelief. I slowly shut the door.

--

That Saturday morning I sat at my cubicle, struggling to focus on my work. The conversation with Michelle kept replaying in my mind. Was it a test? Did she suspect something was going on between me and Zach? It was all I could think about, until a message chimed on my computer. Michelle.

'Swing by my office real quick', it read.

My anxiety immediately flared up. I wondered if she wanted to discuss work or return to the uncomfortable conversation from before. I took a long, deep breath, rose form my chair and slowly walked to her office, pausing at the open door.

"Rachel! Come on in. You can shut the door," she called out from her desk. I entered and pulled the door closed behind me before noticing the two chairs--one empty, with Zach seated in the other. My heart raced. I had forgotten he worked that weekend. Why was he there too? I silently sat down and looked at Michelle.

"I was just talking with Zach about his fiancΓ©, Amy. She sounds lovely," said Michelle, smiling at Zach.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure she is," I replied.

"So...," began Michelle, folding her hands together, "I called you both in because I wanted to discuss something with you. The work we do here is tough and stressful, but it's important. Now, I've always felt that great teamwork has been the key to our success, and it's something that I really try to emphasize."

She focused her attention towards me. I looked at her nervously, recalling our conversation from the day before. What was she doing? I wanted to stop her but was intimidated by her, so I remained silent as she continued.

"As you know, Rachel, I believe that great teamwork at its core requires two things above all else. Trust and honesty. Any team lacking those is certain to fail, in my opinion." She turned to Zach. "What about you Zach? Do you think trust and honesty are important?"

"Yeah, of course," he agreed, nodding.

My gaze turned to him. Even in the uncomfortable moment I couldn't resist looking him over. His muscular build. His short, dark beard and medium-length hair. Attractive was an understatement.

"Do you feel like you have that trust and honesty with Rachel?" asked Michelle.

"Yeah, I think so," said Zach as he turned to meet m

I smiled softly and averted my eyes, trying to not blush.

"Good," stated Michelle, "Now, I have a little exercise I'd like you two to try."

"Sure," said Zach.

"Rachel?" asked Michelle, turning to me after I didn't respond.

"Yes m'am," I acknowledged nervously. There had never been an exercise before.

"I want you both to think of three things you admire about each other. Rachel, you can start."

"Oh, alright, ummm," I said, flustered on the spot. "I like... that you put a lot of effort into your work. That you are helpful to others. And, you make me laugh." It felt strange stating that out loud, like some elementary school way of making friends.

"And Zach?"

"I like that you're comfortable to interact with, that you're a good teacher, and you're sweet," he said to me. I blushed and smiled softly.

"Perfect. Now, the next part," said Michelle, leaning in a bit. "Rachel... do you find Zach sexually attractive?"

My body flushed with heat. Zach looked confused, as if he was questioning if he heard her correctly. Michelle knew exactly the position she was putting me in. If I lied she would probably fire both of us.

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"Yes," I said softly, my face hot with embarrassment.

"And Zach? Are you sexually attracted to Rachel?"

"Um... this seems a little inappropriate," he answered uncomfortably.

"That wasn't my question," she replied.

He looked at me and then away, pausing for a moment.

"Sure," he answered begrudgingly, irritation in his voice as he tried to remain calm in front of his superiors.

"Would you sleep with her?" Michelle asked bluntly. I felt my whole world drop. I couldn't believe she asked him that. Zach shot up out of the chair.

"I think this exercise is over," he said, starting to move to the door.

"Sit down!" hissed Michelle, the whole of her intimidation in her voice.

"No. I'm going to speak with HR--," he started.

"And tell them about how you groped Rachel?" she interjected.

"What!? Are you crazy? That didn't happen," he shouted back.

"I wonder who HR will believe. The new guy or his victim and the director? Perhaps the police should be involved" threatened Michelle.

"You can't be serious," he replied. He looked to me for help but I shrugged and remained silent.

"Sit. Down," she demanded.

After a moment he finally returned to his chair.

"Good. Now answer the question, honestly, or I'll call HR myself."

He resisted at first but then finally answered. "Yes."

"Good. Now, Rachel. I want you to get up and sit on the edge of my desk, facing Zach."

I was shaken by everything that happened, but I didn't dare to disobey her. I moved as instructed, facing him.

"Zach. Get on your knees," she commanded.

"This is wrong," he argued.

"From now on you'll do everything I say, or should I call Amy about the groping incident?"

He looked ready to protest, but eventually submitted. "Fine," he reluctantly agreed.

Michelle smirked. "Get on your knees and kiss Rachel's thigh," she said.

I was in shock. Was she really continuing? How far was she going to go? How far was I willing to go to keep my job?

Zach slowly rose and stood in front of me. He looked at me, then down at my legs, before lowering to his knees. I parted my legs for him. His head moved between them.

The moment his lips kissed my thigh, my whole body lit up. I shuddered and the muscles in my leg tightened. Michelle stood and leaned over the desk, looking down at him.

"Higher," she said.

He scooted closer. Another gentle touch of his lips beneath the edge of my dress. My body reacted despite the uncomfortable setting. I felt the warmth kindling between my legs.

"Higher," Michelle chimed again, now grabbing the edge of my dress herself and pulling it up slowly. The skirt peeled away to reveal my matching orange panties beneath. The fabric dipped gently between my lips.

Zach pressed his head further between my legs. His lips grazed along my skin, planting them just beside the edge of my panties. I breathed shakily, my lip quivering.

Michelle leaned across the desk, just behind my left ear. "Do you want him to keep going?" she asked, teasing.

I could have said no. Perhaps she would have let it stop there. But I didn't want him to stop. My whole body craved to feel his lips against mine. "Yes," I exhaled, the desire clear in my breathy answer.

Michelle giggled and looked down at Zach. "And what about you Zach? Do you want to see how sweet she really is?" He looked up at her and then to me, our eyes meeting.

I'm sure he could see the desire in my expression. Just as I saw the hint of it in his. He may have been reluctant, but he couldn't deny the pleasure. He nodded as well.

"I want to hear you say it," followed Michelle.

"I... want to taste her."

Hearing it come from his mouth set me on fire. My pussy throbbed with anticipation. A damp circle already formed on the clinging fabric.

"Good boy. Now slide those panties off."

Zach reached his hand up.

"Ah-ah. Use that pretty mouth of yours."

He lowered his hand and shifted further between my legs. His beard tickled my legs as he grabbed my panties with his teeth. Slowly, he pulled them down my thighs. The cool air licked my wet lips as he continued down, sliding my panties over my feet.

Zach placed his hands on my thighs, gently parting them as he returned. He stopped inches away from my bare pussy. He looked up at me briefly with his green eyes, then buried his face into me.

I jolted at the touch of his tongue. He moved delicately, the tip sliding up my lips. I reached my hand down instinctively, running my fingers through his hair. He slid further up, running his tongue over my clit. I gripped his hair and moaned.

My audible pleasure must have enticed him, his tongue circling my clit. It was too much. Too sensitive. I pushed down, guiding him back to my lips. He caught on, delving inside, exploring my body.

"How's the new hire's performance?" teased Michelle, taking off her blazer and tossing it against the wall.

"A... amazing," I struggled to say, catching my breath. I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure.

"Well, Zach? Is she as sweet on the inside?" Michelle asked.

Zach nodded without pulling away, using the motion to run up and down my pussy, returning to my clit. I moaned again, louder.

"Perhaps I should have a taste," said Michelle.

Before I could process what she said, she grabbed my chin and turned my head sideways to face her. She pulled me into her, locking her lips with mine. At the same moment Zach circled my clit. I moaned into Michelle's mouth.

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I had kissed girls before. Dares at parties. Jokes on boys. Experimenting in college. None of them felt like that. The way Michelle handled me left me confused and dripping beneath Zach's tongue.

She pulled away. "I think it's time you show the new hire how much you appreciate his hard work. Zach, sit down in the chair."

Zach removed himself from between my legs and sat back in the chair as Michelle instructed. She smiled at me and motioned toward the floor in front of Zach. I climbed off the desk and slowly lowered to my knees in front of him. He looked down at me with anticipation.

"So are you finally ready to be honest with me Zach?" asked Michelle, circling around the desk while unbuttoning her white blouse. She moved behind me, sitting back on the edge of the desk and tossing off her blouse.

He silently nodded.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," she said.

"Yes," he answered again.

"Yes m'am," she corrected.

"Yes m'am."

"Better. Now, tell me," she continued, unclasping her white bra and dropping it to the floor, "does your sweet supervisor taste better than Amy?"

I felt bad for him. She didn't need to torment him like that, though it didn't surprise me. Michelle enjoyed making others bend and submit to her.

"Yes m'am," he answered.

I knelt there blushing. It was embarrassing to hear others talk about me like I was some snack to devour. And yet, it completely turned me on. Hearing that he enjoyed me more.

I positioned myself between his legs and slowly unzipped his pants. He shifted in the seat as my hand disappeared into his pants. A moment later my hand emerged again, Zach's cock between my fingers.

Breathing in deeply, I began running my hand slowly over his cock. He was only half hard but it already appeared huge in my small hand. A few strokes and he started growing even larger, harder. The head of his cock swelled.

"I think Zach deserves a reward for all his hard effort so far, don't you, Rachel?" said Michelle from behind me.

"Yes m'am," I answered, my voice shaky.

"Why don't you show him how much you appreciate his efforts," she continued.

Suddenly, I felt the bottom of her heel press against my back, urging me forward. I obeyed, shifting forward toward him. My lips inched closer to his hard cock. The moment my lips touched the head of his cock, it swelled further.

My lips parted, my tongue slowly sliding out over his head, teasing him. I looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with anticipation. The way he hungrily looked at me excited me. He watched as I grabbed the base of his cock and the head disappeared into my mouth.

I wrapped myself around him, sliding my lips down his shaft. My tongue explored the shape and taste of him as he slipped further inside. I braced myself, giving my best attempt to not gag as his cock pressed to the back of my throat. My lips were still an inch or two from the base, but I withdrew, sliding back up the length of him.

"Good girl," commented Michelle.

Her heels landed across the room in the corner of my vision. I could hear clothes shuffling behind me.

"Oral skills are important in a management position, wouldn't you agree Rachel?" she teased.

I tried to reply with "Yes m'am" but the words turned to mumbled vibrations over Zach's cock instead. The small grunt of pleasure that escaped him was fuel for my own. I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to desire me. To need me.

I felt like a complete slut. On my knees, in front of my employee and my boss, eager to serve. It was inappropriate, and wrong, and the most arousing moment of my life. Desire burned in me. My pussy soaked beneath my dress. Why did it feel so good?

I slid once more down his cock. My head now bobbing up and down in his lap. Stroking him with my lips. He grunted again, his cock stiffening even more. My lips parted further around him, filling my mouth. The head pounded at the back of my throat.

Gathering myself, I tried again to take every inch. I leaned in, taking him in. My lips slid a little further, before I gagged and choked, unsuccessfully withdrawing again. My eyes welled up as I choked and pulled him free, coughing.

"Look at you, trying to impress us," said Michelle, a slightly breathy tone to her usual voice. "

Once I recovered, I grasped the bottom half of his cock with my hand and wrapped my mouth over the rest. My head and hand both worked together, stroking faster than before. I wanted him to cum for me. I flattened my hand against him, sliding down as far as I could take him again.

"Here, let me help," chimed Michelle.

She suddenly pressed her foot against my back, forcing me down further. My lips pressed against the base of him. His cock thrust further, delving deeper down my throat.

I choked and tried to pull away. She pushed harder, holding me down. I squirmed, grabbing his thighs tightly, still choking. She held. A year rolled down my cheek. Finally, she let off.

I jerked up, gasping for air. A rope of spit hung between my bottom lip and the head of his cock. I coughed and focused on breathing.

"I think it's time you give Zach a break. We don't want him cumming just yet," said Michelle.

She grabbed my head, gripping my hair, and twisted me around. I spun around to face her, still catching my breath. I blinked away my tears to see her sitting on the edge of the desk, entirely naked.

Her other hand was buried between her open legs, touching herself. She was already glistening. One finger dipped down, gathering her moisture and sliding back up over her clit. Then, she pulled my head forward, inches away from her.

"Have you ever tasted another woman before, Rachel?"

"No, m'am," I replied breathily.

"Well then, I guess we'll have to get you trained," she continued, guiding me closer.

I had kissed girls before. Dares during party games. A joke my friend and I played on a boy once. The time I experimented with Lacy Jones in my third year of college. We even touched each other, but it became awkward after that and nothing else happened. I never really felt the DESIRE for another woman. Until Michelle.

I looked up at her nervously before returning my attention to her wet lips. A yearning sparked between my legs. Was it because Zach was there? Was it because of how exhilarating the whole situation was? Maybe.

Or maybe it was Michelle. The way she took charge. The way she handled me. The way she commanded me and bent me to her desires. It made me want to obey her. Eager to please her. To submit.

I leaned in and closed my eyes. My heart was racing as I moved close enough that I could take in her scent. My lips parted, my tongue gingerly probing forward until I was met with that first taste.

The tip of my tongue pressed against her lips. I slowly slid up, gliding between her slit, collecting her on my tongue. I ventured higher, stopping when I felt her clit and opening my eyes again.

"Good girl. Now, get on your feet," she said.

I obeyed, rising to my feet, though Michelle continued holding my head between her legs. My tongue never left her clit, circling it as I stood up. She hummed a low moan in response.

It excited me to know that she enjoyed it. I reached down, beginning to pull up my dress in an effort to touch myself as well. She grabbed my arm.

"How about we have Zach take care of that. Zach?" she called.

"Yes, m'am?"

"Make yourself useful and give Rachel a hand, will you?"

"Yes, m'am" he replied enthusiastically.

A moment later I felt my dress being lifted up over my back. The cool air of her office drifted between the gap in my thighs. I blushed at the thought of my wet pussy completely exposed to him.

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