* Please note, these stories are the result of scenarios I think up when I'm feeling a little horny and I'm touching myself in the shower. I then turn them into the stories you see before you now. I know they're not realistic but they're not meant to be, just a way to turn me on. If you feel you have to leave negative comments please try and be constructive...
Hope you enjoy ...
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Steve
I sat in my office working feverishly at the computer. It was late Thursday afternoon and the deal I was working on had been going on for weeks. It was nearly make or break time since it had to be submitted tomorrow and the wording had to be perfect. If everything went to plan this would make the company a fortune, and do my job prospects within it no end of good.
I leant back on my chair and stretched my muscles, sensing a presence behind me, I turned.
"Steve - how's it going?"
It was Michael my boss and head of the company. He had the reputation of a tyrant and the personality of a shark. When he said 'How's it going?' he really meant 'Why isn't it finished'.
"Nearly there." I said. "Should have it wrapped up in the next hour."
He wandered around my desk, peering at the screen.
"That's very good." he said, slowly and methodically. He had an odd manner of speech like he was carefully considering every word even in the simplest sentences.
He stood next to me in an uncomfortable silence for a minute then said. "This deal could put you on the map here at Crawson's. Morton is retiring soon and you'd be a very strong candidate for his replacement."
This news made my heart race. Morton was an assistant Vice Principal and in the big league for the salaries.
Michael idly picked up the picture of my wife, Louise, on my desk. It was taken last Summer and she had a flowery print dress on and a big straw hat.
"When this is finished I'll invite you and your wife round for dinner. I don't think I've ever met your wife. Have I?"
"No I don't think you have", I answered although I knew for sure he hadn't.
He exited the office soon after and I was left to finish off the merger deal.
Louise.
I applied the finishing touches to my make-up and shouted through the Steve.
"Are you ready? I thought it was women that were supposed to take ages and hog the bathroom."
He walked into the bedroom and wolf whistled at me.
"Like what you see do you? Think I scrub up well?" I laughed.
He came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. "Perhaps we can skip this dinner and make an early night of it."
"You must be joking," I said. " It took me ages to decide what to wear. I've never been to a millionaire's dinner party before."
I'd chosen a shimmery, strapless, short length, blue dress and matching shoes. I was worried that it was too revealing and judging from the bulge that was now pressing into my arse from Steve I might have been right.
"You don't think it's too tarty?" I asked.
"Tarty, are you mad, you look like a million dollars."
"Yeah but what's his wife going to be wearing, will she be dressed up too?"
"To be honest I thought he was too much of a workaholic to have a wife. It surprised me when he said he had one."
"Well the invitation says from Michael and Bonnie, so I'm guessing it's a woman and not his calculator."
"Well I don't think Michael the robot will even notice you, he'll be too busy talking about work."
"Great. This sounds like it's going to be a fun evening."
An hour later we were driving up to the gates at Michael's house. Once the gates opened, I realised the word 'house' didn't do it justice, even mansion didn't qualify - it was like a castle, replete with turrets and, though it didn't have moat, it had a mini lake at the front which we drove round to arrive at the door.
"This place is amazing," I stammered as we walked to the door. "Just how rich is he?"
"Once you get onto the top tier of management you can make some serious money, which is why tonight we have to really impress him."
We rang the doorbell and were greeted by a butler, yep a fida-bony butler, who showed us into a reception room.
I wasn't sure what to expect of Michael but when he and Bonnie came through to see us I was quite surprised. I thought they looked perfectly normal. Steve had built Michael up to be some charmless jerk and I thought he'd be a grey haired accountant type, and Bonnie would be an elderly lady with lots of jewellery, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Michael must have been about forty, and had close cropped black hair and was craggily good looking, wearing an expensive looking, tailored suit, whereas Bonnie was a very petite oriental lady who looked much younger than him, possibly only about 25. She wore a thin voluminous cotton dress tied off with a belt that was simple, yet rather attractive. I was glad I'd made the effort and worn this slightly ostentatious dress.
After some chit chat we sat down to eat and the butler came and served a number of courses of food. There was plenty of wine, and even champagne available, and though I'm no connoisseur I could tell it was a step up from the usual plonk that we bought. Michael and Steve talked incessantly about work, and I exchanged pleasantries with Bonnie. I found her hard to talk to but with more wine I became more talkative and she was a willing audience.
Then quite unexpectedly before dessert was due, Michael stood up. He'd been laughing with Steve over something before. He came round behind me and quite deliberately looked down my top.
I looked to Steve, and made a 'What's going on?' gesture.
"He saw the photo of you on my desk - the one of you in the hat. He reckons your boobs look bigger in real life," answered Steve.
I flushed, and pulled my dress up. I didn't know what to say.
"Bonnie isn't very well endowed in that department." Michael said, matter-of-factly. "She makes up for it in other areas though, believe me."
I didn't want to think about what he meant by that, but he continued. "But I've always admired a woman with a full figure. Especially nice large breasts, like yours."
I couldn't believe he was saying this. I looked over at Bonnie and her face was expressionless.
I dabbed my mouth with my napkin, and motioned to Steve with my head to follow me.
Steve said "Excuse us, we just need a word."
"By all means." Michael said smugly. Bonnie looked on with a kind of bemused knowing.
Getting up we left the room together and shut the door.
"What's going on? " I whispered harshly.
"I don't know," said Steve. "All I know is he says he likes looking at your boobs and he mentioned earlier that if yesterday's deal goes through and everything continues to go as planned I'm going to be the new VP." I noticed his voice was slightly slurred.
"Do you know what that means?" He said insistently. "Look around you. This is what the upper echelons can earn."
"So if he wants to look down my top, he can?" I quizzed angrily.
Steve shook his head.
"Don't you want this lifestyle?"
"Yes." I murmured sullenly.
"Well let's get back in there then, we don't want him to think we're being rude about his hospitality."
Just then the butler approached with the desserts.
