Jill nervously shifted in her seat on the office chair. It was a deep cushioned leather chair in Bill's expansive office on a top floor of an office tower in Manhattan. This was her first important meeting since she was hired by Bill as an Executive Assistant.
Dressed very elegantly in a short, red flowery print dress, Jill looked more like a young woman out on an upscale Sunday brunch than an office meeting, but Bill had chosen the dress for her. The neckline plunged dangerously low between her large, firmly rounded breasts. Even though her nipples did not show through the dress, it was apparent that no bra was beneath the dress from the way that her breasts swayed and jostled with her slightest movement. There was certainly no ability to bend over without her breasts nearly falling out of her dress. To complete the look, the dress was quite short but not tight and flowed delicately away from her hips. She had always been extremely modest; she was not used to revealing so much cleavage or thigh. But, she knew that Bill liked the look on her. It was very sexy, yet classy, too.
When she was introduced to the people from the other company, she noticed the eyes of the CEO of the company, introduced as Phillip Laurent, drift from her own eyes down to her perky breasts just briefly as he shook her hand. The touch was electric to her and she wondered if he felt it as well. Laurent was tall, slim and very handsome. He wore a silk suit and tie that must have been tailor made for him. Bill had briefed her earlier that Laurent was the man that he was intent on persuading to enter into a contract with the company.
Now, as they all sat in the open area of Bill's massive office suite, the deep cushioned chairs and couches in a rectangular shape, giving the sense that all were equal but also providing an open view of each person, Jill felt insecure and out of place. "I don't know the first thing about business," she thought. But Bill had praised her keen mind and her confidence had steadily increased.
Jill looked at Bill's desk and her mind drifted.
They had had sex only once in the three weeks since she had been hired, immediately after her interview and right after he offered her the position, right in this very office. Jill knew that Bill was a wealthy man, but when she arrived at his corporate headquarters and was ushered up to the penthouse executive offices, she was completely wide-eyed at the immense wealth that was displayed. It was quickly evident to her that a job with this corporation could make her life much easier.
She had worn a dress like the one she wore this day. There were several people in the office for the interview along with Bill. Despite being very nervous, the inexperienced young wife felt that it had gone well. The others in the room excused themselves after the initial part of the talk was over.
When the interview was finished, she stood before his desk and almost reached over it to shake his hand. Bill got up from his chair and told her to stay where she was. He told her that the interview was almost over. As he walked around his desk, he told her that she was one of three finalists for the job.
"You have the least experience," he said, "but I think you are the most highly motivated."
"Th...thank you," she managed.
She remembered the nervous feeling that came over her. Bill walked behind her and put his hands on her hips. Jill felt his body just next to hers. She didn't move.
Sensing her body trembling slightly, Bill lifted the hem of the dress and lay it on her shapely buttocks. Each movement was slow and deliberate, giving her time to protest if she wanted.
Jill's mind was in a panic. "How will I explain this to Tom," she wondered oddly. Then she remembered, "I am alone. I can't depend on our marriage anymore," even though she still harbored hope that her separation from Tom would make him want her back. "What should I do?" Like a captured prey, she stood perfectly still!
Then he pulled her panties down. The thin silky underwear was around the flare of her thighs, hanging there erotically.
"Please" was the only word that softly escaped her lips.
His demeanor was very aggressive. She didn't want this to happen, but she needed the job and the salary that they spoke of was thousands above her qualifications. "You need the job!" she told herself as she felt her panties sliding down her thighs. She knew it was shameful for her to stand there and let him do this to her!
There was no sense of making love. She heard his pants unzip. Then she felt his stiff rod lay up on her ass cheeks.
"Arch your back, Jill."
Her body reacted as he ordered. She lifted her ass higher in the air for her soon-to-be new boss.
"Wiggle your ass for me."
When she did, she felt the rubbery tip of his cock against her pussy lips. His big cock slipped into her smooth pussy.
He fucked her really hard for three or four minutes, leaving her bent over his desk, until he grunted, and spewed his cum inside her. When he pulled out, her pussy was full of his hot spunk. She stayed in that revealing position for a few moments, breathless and ravished. Her panties were around her knees and her skirt was pulled up around her waist. Her pink pussy peeked out from between her soft buttocks.
It was only after Bill touched her ass and said, "You better get dressed," that the innocent blonde even began to regain her bearings. He added, "You can start work on Monday."
She lifted herself off the desk, full of embarrassment, and began to pull her panties up her thighs. The feeling of having been used like a slut was overwhelming.
"He's an animal," she thought. "He's a dog," she reflected angrily. But her shame soon returned. "What does that make me?" she wondered. "I'm like a female dog, yes, a bitch, who just lets a dominant male mount me and fuck me when he wants." Her humiliation was horrible.
She smoothed her dress and walked out of the office trying unsuccessfully to act like nothing had happened. The tell-tale signs were the redness of her chest and the look of shock in her blue eyes.
Bill had been so busy with work since then that he had not so much as made a pass at Jill. She was gratified that the hard-driving man treated her completely professionally and courteously. But she knew that he would permit no disobeying him.
Jill's eyes glazed over at her thoughts. Something brought her back to the present. She looked at the other company's CEO. Laurent briefly looked at her, his eyes drifting downward toward her succulent thighs and down her calves to her little feet encased in her new silvery Christian Loubouton high heels. The criss-cross straps around her ankles gave off a subtle submissive look to the exquisite blonde.
Jill looked at Bill whose face told her that she needed to pay attention to Laurent.
So Laurent's a leg man,
she thought to herself without looking back at him. Jill could not quite force herself to spread her legs for him to see, but she did raise her thigh when she shifted in her seat, exposing her smooth thighs almost to her panties! She acted as if she was totally unaware that her legs were exposed. When she felt his eyes drifting up her leg, Jill reached towards her ankle as if to adjust her shoe. She knew her big breasts were nearly falling out of her dress.
His eyes fixed on her legs and then moved up to her titties before meeting her eyes as Jill looked at him while playing with her heel. Their eyes locked just briefly before Jill's blue eyes went down to the floor demurely. The gorgeous young woman looked very innocent and submissive. She felt the blood rush to her neck in shame, but she did not shift her position. Her blushing just made her appear that much more vulnerable. She was trying to help Bill, no matter the hesitancy she felt.
She listened intently to the conversation between Bill and Phillip, but the words seemed to flow together. In her nervous state, she missed the meaning of most of what was said. She knew that her role would come into play very soon and she self-consciously fidgeted in her chair, unconsciously raising the hem of her very short dress further up her shapely legs, exposing the smooth flesh of her beautiful thighs.
Her blue eyes drifted to the others seated in the office. Her eyes met Sean's eyes but there was no acknowledgement between them as that would have been inappropriate. She looked at the three people accompanying Phillip. One was an accountant from his office who was middle aged and disinterested in her while the other was a younger man whose role she did not know but whom she found glancing at her frequently during the meeting. The third person was a woman in her early forties who was quite attractive and dressed very professionally, but with a sexy look.
No one spoke, however, except Bill and Phillip.
I need to put everyone else out of my mind,
Jill thought to herself.
Try not to be so nervous!
But, telling herself did no good. She was nearly trembling with nerves.
Then the young blonde noticed something about her braless breasts that mortified her!
My nipples are hard!
She could not believe it!
