Lucy was sitting at her desk, filling out a PT-47 form for Billing, but she couldn't shake the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Jessica, the boss's secretary, had been staring at her oddly ever since lunch, always looking away when she saw Lucy look back. In light of the recent layoffs, Lucy felt decidedly unnerved. Henry, the head of the third floor marketing division, and Lucy's direct superior, was due to come back any minute from lunch. Lucy herself had just had lunch, and she knew that the company told administrators to fire people on Fridays, just after lunch, to minimize the possibility of an incident.
Sure enough, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding' a few moments later, and Hank strode out. He walked into his office, stopping briefly to whisper something in Jessica's ear. Jessica pressed a button on her phone, and Lucy's blood ran cold as the dull twanging ring of the intercom emanated from her phone. Lucy calmly picked it up, and heart Jessica's sweet voice ring in her ear, "Do you have a few moments for Hank? He wants to speak with you in his office."
Lucy's heart sank. She took a deep breath, stood up, and started walking to Henry's door. She knocked lightly, waited for him to say "Come in," before turning the knob. She walked in, and sat in the low-backed chair in front of his desk. He was standing, looking out his window at the gorgeous ocean view, one of the perks his seniority gave him. His jacket was on the back of his chair, and his white shirt and khaki pants clearly advertised his muscled chest, and wonderfully firm ass. If he weren't her boss, Lucy knew perfectly well she would ask him out, but that momentary diversion of her mind didn't detract from the meeting at hand.
"Do you know why I asked you here, Lucy?" he queried, and turned to face her. He took a few steps towards her, walking around his desk.
"I'm not entirely sure, sir, but I may have an idea," she tentatively began.
He smiled, and continued walking towards her. Standing beside her chair, he continued speaking. "If you're not sure, then I'm afraid you don't know." Leaning down, he kissed her, full, on the lips. Lucy bolted up, her relatively long skirt rustling as she did.
"Hank, that's not appropriate, especially consid—" Lucy found her objections abruptly cut off when Henry's hand covered her mouth. She had barely a moment to process this when, with a powerful shove, she felt herself trip over his slightly outstretched leg, and start to fall. His hands slowed her slightly, but it still stung as she fell to the ground. Before she knew what was happening, she felt fabric land on her back, and heard a zip. She tried to scream, but his hand muffled it to nothing. She heard the 'click' of an intercom opening, but ignored the sound as she struggled against his pin.
Her mind was whirling in a thousand directions, when she heard the door open, and saw Jessica run in, opening the door barely enough to fit her slender body in. With a start, Lucy turned her head towards the secretary, her eyes pleading. Jessica kneeled down, and, to Lucy's surprise, helped Henry flip her on her back. Not realizing what was going on, she felt Henry kneel on her lower thighs, and Jessica's hands pin her shoulders down. Lucy thrashed futilly, as she felt something pinch down on her clit. She hadn't even noticed when it hardened, and she cursed her body for betraying her, arching her back as a shot of pleasure went up it. Only then did she notice that Jessica's pin gave her a clear view up her skirt—and that she wasn't wearing panties. The small pink line dripped down on her forehead, and Lucy realize that Jessica had to have been playing with herself... the odd stares now made sense, and everything fell into place. Then, as she felt something pushing inside her, everything fell apart again, as her mind disrupted, awash with newfound pleasure.
