It was a warm and sunny early August morning when Brian Smith pulled into the parking garage in the building below the office of his engineering firm. The construction season was in full swing, but design work was slowing down until the winter rush for next spring. Brian was coming in early as he usually did to get a jump on the day. He took the elevator up to the rear entrance of the office.
Typically on a Monday morning Brian was the first person in the office. There was a small staff of 10 that kept busy, but he like to get in well before 6:00 A.M. to get through e-mails and other administrative items before being bothered by the questions and concerns of the day. Brian entered the rear door and went to the break room to put on a pot of coffee, to his surprise there was already a fresh pot brewed.
He left the break room and headed down the aisle of offices and cubicles that his staff used. All were empty, but as he approached the front of the main office space he could start to hear what sounded like a video playing on a computer. He quickly realized the noise was coming from the cubicle of the new college intern, Nicole, who was hired just the previous week. She had seemed very eager to get started on her career during the interview process. Brian was happy to have her on staff to help out with what design tasks she could, with her limited experience and also take some of the pressure off other staff to answer phones and speak to clients who stopped by the office. As such her cubicle was near the main entrance to the office so she could greet any clients that came in. Brian changed his path to his office in the back corner to swing by her cube to say "good morning," so that she knew her early arrival and initiative did not go unnoticed.
As he approached Nicole's cubicle from behind, Brian noticed the sound of the video was not that of a standard news item or YouTube spot that she may have been catching up on before getting started on work in the morning. Instead it was the unmistakable moans and quiet slapping of porn. Brian slowed as he approached and could see over Nicole's shoulder onto her screen a video of a women bent over a counter or desk being fucked from behind. This was wholly inappropriate for the new hire, but Brian did not yet reveal himself. Nicole was an attractive 23 year old college senior with strawberry blonde hair, more strawberry than blonde, shortish at about 5'-2", a body that still just had that bit of baby fat or "freshman 15" that gave her a girlish softness that was very enticing to Brian. During the interview process he had been very professional and thought nothing of it but he was definitely attracter to her. A plan started to form, as he continued to walk past and to his office.
Brian continued on, and nearing the back side of Nicole's work space, he could further see over her shoulder as she sat slightly slumped in her chair. To his surprise, Brian began to see, that not only was she watching an inappropriate video on her work computer, the front of her pants were open and she appeared to be masturbating with her hand down the front of her underwear. This was not proper behavior, new hire or not, but this further compromising position played right into Brian's hands. He continued on walking past Nicole's cubicle only slightly slowing to look over to her and say, "Good Morning, Nicole," as he past.
This, of course, jolted her from her trance, she sat bolt upright as she pulled her hand from her underwear and quickly reached for the mouse to minimize the video that was playing. Brian continued past and turned back to his office without acknowledging her stammered response, "er...um...hi...um...I mean... good morning...Mr. Smith." Brian smiled slightly as he sat down in his office and thought, "this is going to be interesting."
"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit..." Nicole thought as she hurriedly redid her pants and belt. "What was I thinking?" She had just been hired to Mr. Smith's firm and only started working last week. "If I fuck this up what will I tell my friends, my parents, and my professor who recommended me for this internship?" What could she tell her parents had happened to get her fired in just over a week? How could she face her professor in class? What would she tell her friends? "Oh, fuck! My friends!" she thought.
Nicole had been extremely excited to get an interview with Mr. Smith's firm and had talked about it with her entire friend group. When she arrived for the interview she was immediately taken aback when meeting Mr. Smith. He had stood up to greet her as he walked in the office and towered over her at 6'-5". Everything in the interview process and her first week of work had been completely professional, however, she would occasionally steal glances and had noticed the athletic body lurking under his office casual clothes, and did she notice a particular glint in his eye every time they interacted? "C'mon Nicole," she would tell herself, "he's at least 10 years...maybe 15 years older than you. That's ridiculous."
After her first week of work Nicole had made plans to go out with some of her friends. After a few drinks the conversation had shifted to how she liked her new internship. Having only been on the job for a week there wasn't too much to talk about yet, just getting used to how things worked. Maybe it was the lack of excitement in the first week of work, or the few drinks, but she had started down a rant about her tall boss with just a little bit of grey in his short, dirty blonde hair. They teased her mercilessly for over a half hour about wanting to be, "...some cliché porn secretary, bent over her boss's desk, being punished, and fucked...and what a little slut she was."
That had planted the seed; not only the cliché fantasy, but that term, "a slut." She had been a "good girl" not a prude, she had had two boyfriends in college and experimented liberally, but never the "slut." She didn't go out just to pick up a cheap fuck and had mainly spent her college years with friends and studying. Now, with that thought in her mind, Nicole started to think, "Maybe I should get out there more."
In anticipation of going back to work Monday morning, Nicole had spent Sunday evening thinking about exactly that. She had tossed and turned all night trying to forget about the sensation that grew in her chest and between her legs, but she didn't want her friend's to be right after the teasing, so she resisted her urges. Finally after a few hours of sleep she woke early decided to just get up and go into work.
As Nicole arrived at the office, well before anybody else would get there, surely, she settled in to getting ahead on tasks to get ahead for the day. Nicole's thoughts, though, once again returned to that image that her friends had put in her mind. Her boss's desk, which played such a role in this fantasy, was just around the corner. The familiar tingle returned. Nicole thought about making it through the whole work day without some relief. She glanced at the clock, 5:45 A.M., surely nobody would be here for at least an hour and a half, one hour minimum, she thought. She pulled up pornhub on her browser and searched.
Now, here she was, watching "...some cliché porn secretary, bent over her boss's desk, being punished, and fucked..." with her hand down the front of her underwear trying to drive her new fantasy of being a slut out of her mind with a self-induced orgasm. To her complete horror as well, caught by the man with the co-leading role in that fantasy.
Nicole quickly tried to compose herself as she watched Mr. Smith walk away to his office. She sat up fully straight, redid her pants fully, and tried to quickly tuck in her shirt. She couldn't help but notice Mr. Smith's muscular shoulders, back, and legs through his office clothes and that did nothing to slow her mind and its fantasy, or slow the flow of wetness from between her legs that had been worked up due to her previous actions. Her mind raced, what was she going to do, what possible innocent explanation could she come up with? Maybe he didn't see; he didn't stop; he barely slowed to say, "Good Morning." No, of course he saw.
Brian sat down at his desk and set up his laptop just as he would any other Monday morning. Silently he thought and planned as well. How long should he let Nicole stew before calling her into his office to discuss what he had just witnessed? Unlike Nicole, he was regularly in the office this early, the clock on his desk ticked over 5:56 A.M. and he knew he had a least an hour and a half before anybody else on his staff would be in.
Deep down the young intern knew she would have to confront this issue that she had created. Perhaps, beg mercy and forgiveness, it would be okay, it would all work out. Then in the far reaches of her mind, that fantasy started to germinate again, would he punish her, get her to say she would, "do anything," to save her job. "Damnit, Nicole, stop that, this isn't some school girl fantasy." she thought, "this is the real world these things don't happen, and you're going to lose your job."
This admonishment did nothing to quell the rising feelings in her chest and between her legs. Nicole took a deep breath, resolved to confront the issue head on, and got up to go to his office and talk directly to Mr. Smith.
The head of the firm was somewhat surprised when there was a knock on his door jamb after only a few minutes. Sheepishly, he saw, Nicole peer around the corner, "Mr. Smith, do you have a minute to talk." He glanced up from his computer and saw her head around the doorway, reddish blonde wavy hair falling just past her shoulder. She was visibly flush in the face which brought the faint, but distinct freckles on her cheeks, which he could now see extended down her neck and onto her chest above the open top button of her dress shirt. Was she blushing with embarrassment or was there cause more primal?
"Yes, Nicole, I think we should talk." Brian responded.
That confirmed it, the tone and the surety in his voice, Mr. Smith definitely had seen what was happening, Nicole thought as she enter and stepped up to the front of his desk. She could still feel the wetness between her legs and knew it was starting to dampen her panties under her form fitted dress pants.
Brian pushed away from his desk and leaned back in his chair as Nicole entered. Quickly taking her in fully as she stood a foot or two back from his desk. She wore a simple white button down dress shirt, somewhat messily tucked into grey dress pants, likely due to a quick adjustment from her earlier "situation." The shirt and pants were tailored to slim around her waist but out to accommodate her chest and hips. Somewhat more formal than typical of the firm, Nicole was trying to impress in the business world and Brian didn't mind the way the clothes, though conservative, accentuated her body. She was short, fit but soft in the way that young women are as they are just finally growing into their bodies, a very nice proportion in Brian's mind.
