My misgivings did not prevent me from taking another turn, nor Rachel after she had recovered from another draining orgasm of her own.
He left us that night a broken man. Pam threatened that, if he did not withdraw his name, every single woman in the office would come to know of his new predilection. He lived with the fear that, on any night, he might be taken again and that, next time, it would not just be the three of us.
I thought that we had completely traumatized him but Pam was not convinced. She knew that it would haunt his dreams for months to come but there would come a moment when he would want to exorcize his demons.
She said that we should not surprised if, later on, he was to approach us even though he knew that we were out of his league. He would want to try it again but he would be reduced to scouting telephone kiosks for “business cards” desperately hoping that the grainy photographs had some basis in reality.
By any reasonable measure my own behaviour had been appalling but I was coming to learn that in the corporate world I had chosen to inhabit pure ability would not, by itself, be enough.
We had simply fought dirty tricks with a few of own; the trouble was that I found it so damn arousing.
The atmosphere at work in the ensuing days was exceedingly strange. Mark took a couple of days leave at short notice and, when he returned, he talked to me no more than was absolutely necessary. He could not look me in the eye but, once or twice, I caught him staring at my body when he thought that I was not aware.
There was also a noticeable tension between him and Rob and I assumed from this that he had kept his promise and withdrawn his support.
I was happy to relay the news to Pam but she was still feeling low. With Dorothy going her P.A. position must have hung in the balance anyway and if her own boss was prepared to sacrifice her it was hardly a vote of confidence.
I felt sure that Pam would pull a rabbit out of the hat, that she would find some way to get to Dorothy, but as days passed things seemed forlorn. It was upsetting to see someone, normally so strong and vibrant, meekly resigning herself to her fate.
I do not when I reached my decision but, having done so, I felt empowered. I checked on the grapevine to see just how high my stock was standing and was pleasantly surprised with the result. I really enjoyed my time at the bank but now I was prepared to sacrifice it to help Pam albeit safe in the knowledge that other openings were there if I needed them.
It was an audacious plan but it would be a measure of just how far I had come. For the next couple of days I tested the limits of the dress code. I bought a business suit with a skirt well above the knee and wore bras and blouses that emphasised my bust.
The looks that I got from both male and female colleagues confirmed that I had achieved the desired result. Even the normally reserved managing director found the time to stop and speak to me, a fact that I filed away for possible future reference. It was on the fourth day that I received the expected call from Dorothy asking if I could spare her a few minutes. Pam, sitting in the outer office, looked surprised to see me but I simply smiled as I knocked and entered.
Dorothy was seated at her desk but rose to take a seat on the twin sofas that she used for meetings. “Would you switch the sign? Thanks.” I slid the plate on the door to show “In conference” and closed it behind me. The sofas were set opposite one another in the window bay and I sat across from her.
For the first few minutes she asked me how things were going and told me that she had received glowing reports. Having softened me up a little she cut to the chase but even had I not known what the subject would be I could, by now, have guessed.
Even as she spoke to me her eyes had flitted intermittently from my blouse, with its hint of cleavage, to my skirt which had ridden up as I sat. “Look, the purpose of asking you here was just to give you a gentle reminder about the company dress code.”
I gave her an innocent smile, “Have I contravened it?” “I would suggest that you are pushing the limits.” “How so?”
She was expecting me to meekly take a slap on the wrists not to question her judgement. “Your blouse is a little…open.” I looked down at my breasts as though they were new to me. “You think so? Don’t you think a woman should take a pride in what she has?”
She shifted uneasily. “There is a time and a place.” “I agree but it does cheer things up. As long as it’s not tarty, I can appreciate another woman’s breasts as I’m sure you do. ” She was a little confused. She had standards to maintain but she clearly did not want to be thought of as a prude. “As I say, a time and a place.”
“You think I’m showing a little too much?” “Frankly, yes.” “I’m sorry. It’s just that…the way you kept looking them…” I left in hanging. She had been looking at my chest as she spoke but now she brought her eyes to mine a little too quickly and tried to change tack.
“There’s also the matter of your skirts.” “My skirts?” “The hemline.” “A little high?”
As I said it I lifted my skirt a fraction more as though I was checking and she followed the movement without thought. It was important to keep her off balance. “I don’t think it’s any shorter than those that you wear from time to time.”
This effrontery from such a junior member of the staff left her temporarily speechless. “I’m with you. If you have nice legs let them be seen.”
I made no move to drop my skirt and she stared at my legs in disbelief that such a thing should be happening in the middle of her own office. I waited a couple of heartbeats and then deliberately misconstrued. “I don’t mind you looking…its rather flattering really.” She visibly blushed and I pressed my advantage. “It’s nice when men look but only another woman can appreciate the time and effort it takes.”
I lifted my skirt high and displayed my legs as though they were a work of art. I turned them slowly from side to side and her eyes were transfixed. I was wearing stay ups with a pair of virginal white panties. “Cover yourself up”
It came out in a whisper and I made no move to comply. Instead, I smiled at her. “You can come a little closer if you like. “
It was the crucial moment. Everything to that point could have been laughed off, explained, but now I had taken her to the precipice. I had absolutely no idea about her inclinations, other than a brief relationship with Rob, but the lesson that Pam had taught me was that it did not matter.
If it was what I wanted, and if I wanted it strongly enough, then it was simply a matter of imposing my will. Of course, having a natural beauty helped enormously; that was the lure but it was the inner allure and the ability to focus it that counted. It was almost a form of hypnosis, freezing my prey before the strike.
She half rose and leant towards me. On the face of it she was going to pull my skirt back into place but the movement became transmuted. Her hand was shaking as it slowly turned aside and she brushed the back of her fingers across my inner thigh.
My own heart was racing but it was imperative that I stayed in control. “Come here…” She was off balance and it was natural for her to put a knee on the floor to steady herself. “Closer..” She adjusted her position, going down on both knees, and I noted that her eyes had drifted up my legs and were now fixed firmly on my sex.
I looked for myself and found, to my own surprise, that there was a rapidly expanding damp spot on my panties. In the tension of the moment I had become aroused almost without noticing.
I had entered the room without any clear plan knowing only that, if I could make her succumb, events would unfold naturally but now I felt a greedy need to force the pace.
As she remained rooted to the spot I lifted myself and slipped my panties off altogether. The immediate effect was to suffuse the room with my musky scent and, for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicked towards the door but the attraction of my naked sex overwhelmed her.
She was toying with professional suicide but she was being embraced by the same madness that had so affected the others. Her body teetered as some last vestige of sanity tried to pull her back from the brink but the scales were tipping and she was drawing ever nearer.
She paused at the last, making one final effort to resist, but she was so close that I could feel the warmth of her nervous breath against my sex.
The temptation to simply pull her on to me was strong but it was important that it was her decision and so I waited with growing impatience. She was, by now, breathing my very essence and must have almost been able to taste me.
I watched with a half smile as she made an effort to swallow, confirming my surmise, and then she closed her eyes. With a tenderness that I was not anticipating she pursed her lips and placed the gentlest of kisses on my sex. She then withdrew a little to run her tongue over her lips and, finding nothing to dislike, she did it again.
For a minute or two she rained kisses on my sex taking up the dew of my arousal like a beautiful butterfly. It felt wonderful but there was more to come. She began a nervous, but loving, exploration with her tongue.
At first she was content to play along the soft ridges of my labia but then she grew bolder. She firmed her tongue and slowly worked her way within and I felt her joy as she frolicked in the lush oasis.
I had wondered if it would be different with a woman, and told myself that I would try it just once, but her loving touch was so delicious that I knew that this would not be the last. I was certain that this was her fast time and much of my pleasure came from her fetching naïveté.
She would have been content to bring me hours of pleasure but time was not on our side. “Wait..” There was a look of almost childish petulance as I gently disengaged myself but she smiled as I removed my skirt.
“Lie here.” The sofa had no arms and it was easy for her to lie at full length. Perhaps, for a moment, she thought that I was about to return the favour but she did not seem perturbed as I knelt over her bringing my sex back to her mouth.
I gently parted my labia and her eyes brightened as my clitoris was revealed. She began to lick it in a way that, I now knew, only a woman could. My orgasm began to build immediately but I retained the presence of mind to reach into my jacket pocket and, as her eyes closed in her own private rapture, I began to take the photographs.
Epilogue
The cull, when it happened, was not nearly as bad as people feared but it was sad to see anyone have to go.
One who did leave unexpectedly was Mark. He was offered an eye watering deal to stay on but he went anyway. Much to everyone’s surprise he joined one of our lesser rivals and only Pam, Rachel and I knew the real reason. As Pam had predicted he started to follow us like a dog in heat and he could no longer stand the humiliating rejections.
Oddly, given the uneven start to our relationship, I found that I missed Rachel when she took up her New York appointment but she made me promise that I would stay with her when I was in the city for a training course later in the year.
Mark’s departure opened the way for me to take another step up the ladder but the downside was having to put up with Rob. He found his prospective trophy wife, a minor royal of all things, but she and her family were making his life a misery. His wretchedness was increased, of course, because he still had Pam as a colleague.
Her gratefulness for the photographs was almost embarrassing. The images were basic, taken using my cell phone, but, needless to say, Dorothy withdrew her name. Better still, the HR manger was promoted to the board on Dorothy’s departure and, being a long time friend of Pam’s, he persuaded her to try for the, now vacant, management job. When her promotion was formally announced it proved to be a universally popular appointment.
Pam sprang some further surprises a little later. It turned out that she had turned the photographs to greater advantage than I imagined. She sent me an image of her own but it was hard to tell if the face, buried deep in a thick nest of curls, was expressing misery or pleasure. I had the feeling that I had not seen the last of Dorothy.
Shortly after that she asked me if I could store some of her personal effects for a couple of days whilst she was in the process of moving to a bigger flat. I said yes without hesitation and gave her a spare set of keys.
When I arrived home that evening I hoped that she had not saddled me with too many bulky items and so my heart dropped when I saw something large looming through the glass door to the living room.
I entered the room and it took me a second or two to recognize it, not least because it was bedecked with ribbons and a sign announcing “A Gift for You!” I walked around the chair and there, set in the seat, ready and waiting, was Simons smiling face.
Go to the page:| Page 1 | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5 | Page 6 | Page 7
