She was back, she didn't know why, but she was. She'd spent all night agonising over what to do, her mind racing furiously as she recalled the 'Interview'. She should report them, she thought, she should tell people what a sick, perverted man that CEO was. She should stay away from there, most definitely, not go back. But as she thought on it she recalled the way he had made her stand there naked. The way he'd studied her, how his hands had cupped her breasts, how his finger had teased her pussy.
Most of all she remembered being slammed against that desk, of cumming around her new bosses cock as she watched his pretty, red-headed secretary finger herself to her own orgasm. As she had lain there in her bed, as she relived the event in her mind her fingers crept down to her soaking pussy, slipped inside and stroked herself to another orgasm.
And so... here she was, the day after, standing once more in the huge foyer, waiting for the elevator to arrive.
With something akin to dejaVu she checked her appearance in the mirrored interior of the elevator. Her hair pulled back in a sensible style, her makeup fresh, minimal. She'd put on a different skirt and shirt, her shoes still the same comfortable pair as the day before. The elevator dinged, doors starting to slide open, impulsively she flicked a hand down, loosening a couple of buttons before stepping into the hall.
There was no sign of Nicole. She paced up and down, unable to keep still as she waited, wondering what to do. There'd been no clear instructions for her, just the order to turn up again in the morning. She didn't even know what her job was, surely there wouldn't be any more of... well, her boss may be perverted but he did run a company, she was sure the rest of it was legitimate.
A door opened down the hallway, a male head appearing "Kelly?" came the query.
She nodded, taking a few steps down "Uh yes, I am". He smiled, beckoning to her. "Great, I was hoping you'd be here soon. Nicole's busy, she's said that you can do a job for me though. God knows I need some help".
Kelly headed into the room, a comfortable office with a desk with a small seating area with a couple of armchairs and a coffee table. The man turned, extending a hand to Kelly "I'm Steve, I'm a project co-ordinator around here. I'm working on a tight deadline at the moment and I'm absolutely swamped. Lifes just been work work work, going home to sleep a couple of hours, then more work." he gave Kelly a broad grin, a dimple appearing in one cheek "That's why I was glad to hear Nicole was getting some assistance around here. With all of us working so hard she's in a lot of demand".
He moved to an armchair, flopping down with a sigh, raking a hand through his thick blond hair as his blue eyes looked her up and down. "Well then, what's your specialty?"
Kelly fidgeted, looking about the room "Uh... I can type around 80 words a minute, dictation.. I do shorthand.. "
Steve laughed, shaking his head as he looked at Kelly "Not quite the skills I've got a need for today, come a bit closer."
Kelly frowned, what did he want then? She moved closer, standing just before him "Uhm... I'm not bad at formulas, spreadsheets.. if that's what you want."
A large hand encircled her wrist, jerking her down into Steve's lap, one strong arm curving about her waist and shifting her back against him. "Oh... I'm interested in spreading you alright" he whispered in her ear.
Kelly tensed, her back stiffening, Holy crap! She licked her lips, head twisting a bit to look at Steve "Uh, I'm not sure what Mr Farrar has told you I uh... "
Steve laughed again, a low, deep chuckle, his free hand moving to her shirt and starting to undo her buttons. "Oh, he's told me enough Kelly" he lowered his voice, "He told me that you've got a tight little cunt that's wet and hot. He told me you've got just what I need to relax so that I can keep on working all day."
