Harriet Gets Felt Up

Harriet became extremely nervous when her office phone rang and she saw the number of Carla Shanks, P.A. to Fastnett Computers owner Devon McGuire flashing up.

Picking up, she tried to remain calm.

'Yes Carla' she politely enquired.

'She wants to see you,' said the haughty P.A., 'now.'

Harriot was confused. Why on earth would the owner of the company Devon McGuire be wanting to see her she thought to herself? She was practically at the bottom of the food chain, so many grades below Devon it was almost ridiculous. A minion who came round with the mail, a coffee or tea girl at best.

True she was a pretty girl, with long brunette hair, pert small breasts and long legs which had made more than one of the male computer engineers imagine getting into her panties.

However, the computer engineers were not calling the shots at Fastnett. The owner Devon McGuire was. She hired and fired at will and aided and abetted by her P.A. Carla, who had a fearsome reputation and was best avoided at all costs, had total control at the company.

Hariett needed to pee but daren't take time to go. So, it was with a sense of dread that she nervously tugged down her short skirt, chosen at random because it was just another work day (or so she had thought), ran her hand through her hair and went over to Carla's office and tentatively knocked at her door.

'Come in' called Carla.

'What kept you' she said coldly. 'You know Ms. McGuire absolutely hates being kept waiting.'

Harriet flushed as Abigail insolently ran her eyes down over her little breasts and mid-thigh skirt before she had time to answer.

'Did you dress in a hurry this morning, Harriet,' Carla asked bitchily, 'better smarten up, you know what's she's like. Bit short isn't?' she said pointedly, looking at Harriet's skirt. 'Or are you just trying to show off your underwear?'

'Go on then' she sneered, 'don't just stand there' and feeling humiliated Harriet went scarlet before she turned to the glass door of Devon's inner sanctum.

Ill at ease now Harriet could see that Devon was in deep earnest conversation with two men, who looked like they might be in their forties. Out of the corner of her eye Devon saw Harriet and impatiently waved her in.

'Two of our highly respected clients, she said proudly.

'Take them on a tour of the building. Nothing is off limits,' she continued. 'Nothing, do you understand?'

Harriet realized there would be no introductions, the clients just stared at her

unsmiling but seemed to be taking a particular interest in her long legs.

There was an awkward silence and she started to fervently wish that she had chosen a longer, less tight, skirt and wondering why she had chosen this one on this day of all days because it was one that definitely showed a hint of panty line. Harriet fidgeted; she should have definitely gone for a pee.

'What an earth are you doing,' snapped Devon, ' and see me tomorrow about dress code.' This casually lobbed grenade exploded in Harriet's ears.

'Go on then you silly girl,' Devon said, 'stop daydreaming and remember what I told you.'

'Of course, Ms. McGuire,' stammered Harriet trying to recover her composure. 'Gentlemen please follow me.' She smiled winningly but got no response.

She pressed the lift button and as they waited for it to arrive, she said 'I'll take you up to our engineering department first gentlemen,' but the men were deep in conversation and completely ignored her.

Such rudeness thought Harriet, but then it dawned on her that it was probably for the best, because what would happen if they asked her a question that she could not answer? A flutter of panic ran through her stomach.

The lift arrived empty and she politely ushered the men in and pressed for floor 5.

One of the men muttered something to the other and the second man let out a little laugh glancing at Harriot. She tried not to flush.

The lift stopped at floor 3 and a whole crowd of exuberant young technical staff got in laughing and chatting. They were obviously heading for the staff restaurant on floor 4.

'Drat, 'muttered Harriet as the two clients were forced to step back further and further until they found themselves pressed against the back wall of the lift with Harriet in close attention in front of them. It was quite a crush.

'Sorry,' she said in a tight, little voice as she felt the backs of her thighs move against the body of the client behind her to her left.

The lift door had closed but the lift didn't move.

'Not again,' one girl at the front muttered crossly, 'they were supposed to have fixed this,' she went on. The lift lights dimmed and people groaned as the emergency light came on.

It soon began to get a little stuffy and Harriet was aware that the package of the client on her left behind her was probing into the fabric of her skirt.

Harriet tensed but tried to keep her cool. Perhaps he didn't really have anywhere else to go and neither did she. It was only a few seconds later though that it sunk in that he well knew what he was doing, frotting against her, slowly dragging his cock from side to side across her buttocks.

Harriet broke out into a sweat willing the lift to move. How was she going to get out of this situation without losing her job?? She could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. She thought she heard the rasp of a zip being opened. Surely not? It must have been her vivid imagination. But then she stiffened as she felt a fully erect, warm penis nosing rudely into her bottom crack through her skirt.

'Oh my god,' breathed Harriet in shock.

Then a warm mouth was at her ear whispering, 'Play with it my little English flower,' as her hand was taken from behind and her fingers were wrapped round a bare smooth, hard pulsing prick.

'D d don't,' she whispered, in a panic that the girl in front of her would realize what was going on, but to her relief the girl's phone rang and her fellow passenger's attention was taken away.

'Do it,' the client hissed, 'you do remember what Ms. McGuire said.'

Reluctantly Harriet began to slide her slender fingers lightly up and down the man's hot length.

Then she felt his hands move up under the back of her light sweater caressing the smooth skin of her back with stubby cool fingers. She bit her lip as she felt him unfasten her bra and then move his hands round to her front and ease her firm breasts out of her bra cups.

Harriet tensed again. If anyone should look round now they would see his hands manipulating her breasts under her sweater. He started to palm them and tease her tight little nipples until they went hard making her squirm. She closed her eyes almost past caring, wanting it. Her nipples being teased like that always drove her to distraction. Her now busy fingers roughly squeezed and squeezed his rampant pulsing cock and she heard him gasp and move away.

Harriet was almost shaking and let out a little gasp as she felt the hands of the other client behind her move possessively across her tight skirted bottom, squeezing and rubbing her buttocks, busy fingers searching for her panty line.

Her tummy trembled and despite the salaciousness of her predicament she felt her panties getting wet. Insistent fingers trailed backwards and forwards across her panty line, back, and.... forward,........ back and forward, and then suddenly delved down between her legs. She felt faint as he began to grope her pantied vagina through her clothes.

The lift phone rang and somebody picked it up. 'Five minutes,' he said as people started to murmur.

On and on he fiddled with Harriet and then she jolted in shock when he stuck his hand right up her skirt and began teasing her where baby soft skin of thigh meets cunt.

Her mouth went slack as his fingers trailed maddeningly slowly back down to her knee and then right back up cupping her mound, making her squirm. helplessly.

She was on the edge and clamped her hand over her mouth as she felt her panties being see-sawed down her thighs.

'Sexy girl,' he whispered, 'your panties are soaking.'

The lift phone rang again and the same young man picked it up. 'Now, 'he said with a grin and the buzz of conversation returned just as the client let out a little grunt of pleasure as he slipped two fingers right up Harriet's wet exposed pussy and started to finger fuck her tight little hole. Her breathing quickened.

'Oh oh,' she panted trying not to writhe. She clamped her hand over her mouth as his thumb found her aroused clit escaped from its hood and began to make little circles round it.

The lights flickered on then back off, then flickered on again. There was a low buzz as people spoke quietly.

Harriet moaned as she felt her pussy squelch. she shuddered at the point of no return and clamped her thighs together, her cunt clutching at the thick finger as her orgasm racked through her.

The lift lurched into motion.

Harriet was in a daze.

'Fix your clothes Harriet,' urged the client who had had his finger deep up her wet pussy.

Harriet blushing furiously, pulled back up her pink panties and got her bra back on just as the lift bell dinged and the door opened.

When they finally reached floor 5 the client who had had his finger up her said, 'Shall we meet the engineers now Harriet? Most interesting day so far and very eventful lift journey I have to say!' His colleague grinned and nodded.

'Could you please excuse me for a minute first,' Harriet murmured, blushing prettily. 'I really have to pee or I am going to wet myself.'

The clients' eyes narrowed as she wiggled hurriedly across the hallway.

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The following morning Harriet was sent for.

'Well Harriet I have to say our clients found you very accommodating, very accommodating indeed and insist on taking you out to dinner tonight murmured Ms. McGuire.

'No buts Harriet,' she continued as the young girl opened her mouth to speak. 'Not if want to stay here that is.... Here is the address of their hotel. Be there at seven and don't fuck it up, or else; there's a new contract at stake, you will please them, no.?'

She locked eyes with the blushing young girl.

'Use what you've got Harriet,' said Devon quietly. 'Why do you think I chose you?'