Scott sat at his desk, not really working, but looking out the window at the city skyline. The winter sun hung low in the sky, dipping behind the other buildings turning the sky a deep purple and fiery orange all at the same time. In his hand was a small scotch, a personal favorite after a long, trying week in the office. Despite all the issues that came up with the building outfitting project, he knew that just an hour before they had finally settled all issues and the project would finish on time and under budget; something that he prided his work and reputation on. Control of situations came naturally, but at a cost.
He thought about the hours spent tracking down manufacturers, shipments, tradesmen, and other vital details for every project. Being able to juggle work schedules, coordinate workers and contractors, dealing with delays in shipments and modifying when work would occur often took a lot of time and relationship building both with his employees, contractors, and manufacturers to ensure that his company's needs were met: employment satisfaction, trustworthy contracting jobs, and discounts on items required to outfit the job how the customer wanted, when they wanted it, and always at or under budget. It was Scott's guarantee and earned him a reputation that was hard to beat with his competitors. Employees came to work wanting to work, always on time, and willing to do what was needed while incredibly satisfied with the benefits and what they earned in return.
Scott stood from his chair and walked over to the minibar in his office to add a few cubes of ice and some more scotch. He sighed, thinking about how while he was successful, in control, and never lost his temper with those that worked for or with him; he never really had time to meet his own needs and wants. Only in his late thirties, not only had his dedication to his work and company cost him any chance at a family, but there was also hardly any time to go out to relax and meet someone. Relaxation for him often came from a soak in his jacuzzi at home and a full-body massage to loosen muscles and de-stress.
This Saturday morning routine always prepared him for the coming week, though lately that had become rather difficult to focus on relaxing during the massage instead of the office. The massage was always professional, but he found his mind wandering to his new assistant he had hired 6 months ago. Her intelligence, work ethic, and productivity were better than anyone he had ever met. She had been several years out of college when he interviewed her, but he had been blown away by her maturity, ideas, and self-sufficiency earned her the job on the spot. He wondered why someone with her experience wanted to work as an executive assistant for a small company like his. He had asked her one day, after providing her a jewelry set and gift card to her favorite spa in town for her birthday and her simple response was that Scott's company had the best employee retention rate and satisfaction rate, so she wanted to watch and observe why that was up close and eventually start her own company.
Lynn was stunning, something that Scott had not failed to notice. Her long brunette hair, grey eyes, and curves never failed to warrant a second glance of people visiting the office as she left after bringing them into Scott's office for a meeting. Her hips had a natural sway to them, and her ass had to be the product of her outdoor lifestyle on the weekend and evening he knew she spent in the gym. None of that mattered to Scott at the time he hired her, he only cared about her acumen and what she would bring to the team. As the months went on though, he could not help but notice that her dresses and skirts became more curve hugging than they had been, and that shirts often became lighter, and he would notice the darker lacy bras just barely visible underneath or between the buttons on the shirt. Her breasts were another thing that clients could not help but notice, but were by no means large, but perfectly sized for the rest of her luscious form.
Scott closed his eyes and thought of the other day when she'd worn a white pencil skirt with what he knew was a black thong underneath as he could see the light shades as she would leave his office back outside, with a black shirt that fit her just perfectly with a keyhole revealing the crevice between her breasts. As the months went on, he had been so caught up in the current job that he had not been out in a while and he found himself fantasizing about her, stroking himself to the thought of bending her over his desk and fucking her. He never would act on it though, it would not be appropriate and would ruin not only him, but his company and all his employees.
With another sigh as he stared out the window, he knew that this weekend would be no more relaxing than the past few as he could not get Lynn out of his head. Today had been no better than earlier in the week, with her green and brown plaid pencil skirt that had only come up to about mid-thigh, a white button-down shirt that she had kept one button too many undone, and clearly a black bra underneath. She had worn boots that, while they did not have tall heels, came up over her thighs. She had completed the look with the jewelry that he had given her for her birthday, a freshwater pearl necklace whose brown and white tones went perfectly with her outfit as did the earrings, and her make-up was just right, the subtle red on her lips driving the fantasy deeper into his brain all day. His thoughts went to the fact that she likely had a date right after work and did not want to waste time going home to change before going out, as both his company's office was in a prime spot downtown, and his apartment just a few floors above where he currently stood with the exact same view, though he could better see the mountains and natural forests from there that Lynn so often told him she went hiking in.
Scott turned to the sound of a knock on his door to see Lynn enter carrying a few files for him. It was unusual for her to bring him things to work on at this time on Fridays, but he could not help but feel his cock begin to stir at the sight of her dressed and clearly freshened up ready to leave for the day and enjoy her date with some guy. A pang of jealousy ran through his mind as he pictured some faceless man taking her that night in bed.
"Just a few more things that need to be taken care of before Monday sir. A few purchase orders that need your signature and a request for a bid on a new office building going in on the other side of town. They want it by Monday afternoon." Lynn said with a smile on her face, standing at the door with the files in her hand.
Scott smiled at her smile, though in his mind he pictured her lips being split by his dick and cumming down her throat. He quickly shook the thought clear of his mind, reminding himself that this was his assistant and he needed to control his mind.
"You can bring them over here. I'll have some reading material this weekend." Scott said with a sigh, moving over to his desk. Lynn approached, coming around the side.
"There are a few spots that you need to sign." Lynn said, leaning over his arm and pointing to a spot on one of the documents in the first folder. "This is a purchase request for the executive office they want installed. They finally chose colors and finishes."
Scott stood there looking at the document, feeling what felt like her nipples pressing into his arm and her hips pressed close to his. Her perfume had never smelled so good to him, making Scott wonder if it was new. Lynn moved just enough to switch a different folder to the top of the stack and opened it.
Scott was not sure what happened, but the next thing he realized was that his hand came up under her arm and wrapped around her slim throat. He pulled her back into his throbbing cock and reached his other hand up and tore open the shirt Lynn was wearing, sending buttons flying across his office. With that done, Scott undid the belt buckle and buttons on his slacks, releasing his cock into the room. He released Lynn's throat and spun her around to face him, and then forced her to her knees in front of him. The message was clear and the look of shock on her face would normally have caused Scott to pause, but pent-up desires had taken over the normally controlled man.
