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Tell Me What I Want
Tell Me What I Want
"You know what I want." Laura said, seated in her office chair, her eyes exploring me from head to toe as I stood beside her, within touch.
"Yes," I replied. I knew what she wanted. I also knew that she would not say the words.
"What do I want?" she asked, her voice thick and husky.
"You want me…….," I chose my words slowly. "….undressed, at your disposal." I answered softly, enjoying the game.
"And what is it that I wish to do?" she questioned, as if a teacher talking to her student. Her hand reached out to caress my leg through the soft material of my skirt.
"To begin with…or in the end?" I asked clarifying the question.
"Mmmmm, in your end. I do like the sound of that." she said as she ran her hand upwards, caressing that crease between the cheeks of my buttocks through the fabric. "But we'll get to that, in time. Tell me what I want from you now, Anne."
"First, you'll want me to unbutton my blouse," I said, my hands moving to the buttons as I spoke, teasing her as I unbutton the first one slowly, moving on to another. "Then you'll want me to remove my bra…," I stated softly as I unbuttoned the last button on my blouse and slipped it off of my shoulders, leaving her side for a moment to drape it over a nearby chair. "….so that you can play with my breasts," I explained to her as I reached back to unsnap the hooks of my bra. I spoke softly, quite aware of being in her office, with her secretary just outside of her office door. Shrugging the soft material from my shoulders I placed it on the chair, as well. Now nude from the waist up, I walked back to her side.
"Breasts?" she repeated, cocking her head up at me, eyebrows raised. "What is the correct name for what I really want from you, Anne?"
"Titties." I corrected myself, blushing red as the word past my lips. A gutter word, I considered it and she knew it. But she thrilled to hear such words from me. She also knew I enjoyed being discreetly ‘forced' to say and do things I would normally never be caught doing or saying. "You want my titties."
"What do I want to do with them?" she asked, her fingers reaching up to find one of my nipples even as she said the words. Slowly, she rolled the nipple taut between her fingers and thumb, leaving it only when she had rolled it past the point of pain and had it standing at attention for her. Her fingers trailed across one tingling breast and moved to my other nipple. She rolled and pinched it until it, too, was as hard as she wanted it. .
"What you want depends on your mood." I said. And knowing that in our little ‘game', it was expected of me, I reached back and slipped open the buttons of my skirt, stepping out of it, along with the half-slip I wore beneath my skirt. Walking over, I draped them both over the arm of the chair I had draped my blouse on. Meeting and holding her gaze, I made quick work of the nylon hose I wore.
Returning to her side now clothed only in panties, I continued, "Sometimes you want only to caress and kiss them. Other times, you desire sucking them, pinching them, squeezing them. And then there are times you just want to milk them as if they were cow teats, to subjugate me and put me in my place." I said, watching the expressions on her face change from desire, to pure lust, to surprise and then to pure satisfaction at my last statement. "You like me rub my titties all over you, too. But you always want them available to you when we are alone." I smiled, feeling the sensual naughtiness she was so good at making me feel. "You want complete and open access to explore any and every part of me, any time you wish, in any way you wish to, when we are in private."
Back at her side, I waited for her to unburden me of my panties, thereby giving her unfettered access to all parts of me. Laura made no move to do any such thing. Instead, her fingers took pleasure in pressing the material into my folds. "I can feel how wet you are through the material. Open up, darlin'." she said as I felt her fingers slide into the leg openings, gathering the material to the center. As she pulled upward, the material was effectively pulled into my thick outer lips and tightly against my clit. This served only to create a friction that intensified the throb that had been slowly building since I had closed and locked her office door. "Oh, God, Anne…." Laura said breathlessly, "those pouty lips just sucked the fabric up. You look so hot swallowing your panties like this." she said, admiring her handiwork. Jerking up on the material just enough to pull it taut, she asked, "Does that feel good? The material diddles just the right spot, I bet?" With the fingers of her other hand, she spread my lips wide and made sure that as much material as was possible was buried between them. As one hand ‘see-sawed' the material deep into the crevice of me, I was going crazy from the sensation the material was creating on my clit. "Aaaah, yes," she purred appreciatively, "I can see you really like that….being frigged with your own panties." Amazing, the things this woman did to me that simply swept me away. She quickly fell into a rhythm of short jerks, pushing my body to the threshold. I yearned desperately to fall over the edge. Sensing this, Laura stopped the ‘see-saw'.
"Arrrrgh." involuntarily came from my lips as frustration washed over me.
"What's the matter?" Laura asked, as a mother would talk to her child. "Does baby want more?" she questioned, her fingers caressing and tickling the down cover of my pubis. Before I could respond to her questions, I felt a finger slide deftly between my lips, searching for passage into the dewy ingress that she was more than a little responsible for. Obstructed because the material served as a barricade, her finger insistently pressed upward from her position, deeper into me ….forcing the thin material in with her finger, as if it were a prophylactic. The feeling was uncomfortable yet not unenjoyable. A quick pained expression must have crossed my face. "More doesn't feel good?" she asked smiling that wicked smile as she pressed a second finger in, pushing with it more fabric inside of me.
My body was in a state of confusion, dangling between uncomfortable and enjoyable, but I dared not give her any inkling as to the scenario playing out in my head. This would be a ‘new' method of subtle torture for me. As her smile broaden, I realized she already knew what I was thinking.. "Take them off and hand them to me." she said, and withdrew her fingers from my folds as she sat back in her chair.
I could see the wheels turning as I carefully disengaged the material embedded in me and slid the material down over my hips and legs. Stepping out of my panties, I could see they were soaked in certain spots as I handed them to Laura. She wadded them up in a ball, keeping them in her lap as her other hand roamed my body freely, maintaining temporary ownership, as she sat fully clothed beside me.
"Where were you…….oh, yes….explain, specifically, what ‘any and every part' is." Laura said as her hand swept up the back of my calf, to my thigh. Her hand moved inward and upward from the back of my thigh, to play and explore. A soft moan escaped my lips as her finger tips tickled the "V" that was my outer hood, then slid easily into the folds of wetness.
I answered breathlessly as her fingers took liberties in my now uncovered delta. "M-m-m-y-y pussy, my ass, my mouth, my titties…..." I managed to stutter the answer.
Her fingers moved knowingly; familiar and certain in the knowledge of finding what they sought. Seeking entrance beyond the walls of my hooded entrance, they moved in between my lips, finding ample evidence of my arousal. "That's not the only name we have for this succulent part of you …." her finger teasing me. "Tell me…."
"My cunt….my twat…my snatch." gutter words easily flowing over my lips as I opened myself to her proprietary digits.
"Hearing your educated mouth say such words really does something to me, Anne." she stated, not wanting a reply. "Your body betrays just how much you enjoy my control of you." She said as she pressed a finger hard against my clit without warning. I inhaled deeply, enjoying this game of giving her what she wanted, when in reality she was giving me exactly what I desired. Wanting nothing more than to just stand here and allow her full reign over me with her fingers. We were both selfish with our needs and wants of each other, but selfless in making sure the other was satisfied. I belonged to her for the moment.
She lessened the pressure on my clit and used the padding of her middle finger to play in my overly wet opening. The ‘sloshing' and ‘suction' sounds were loud in her quiet office. For a moment I feared her secretary might hear and come in to investigate the noise. "Like that?" she asked . With her face turned up to me, the look on her face was a dreamy one, as I was sure the look on my face was. She continued to make the sounds for her own pleasure…..enjoying the sloshing of her finger in my pussy.
"Yes." I said, my eyes never leaving the gray/blue of her's.
"I love to hear the sounds of your sweet little cunt." she said, her fingers never missing a beat of the rhythm they were ensconced in. "Tell me, Anne, do you cream yourself when you think of me taking you like this? Owning you like this? You enjoy being my slut, don't you? Doing every thing I tell you to do…..don't you? You like the nasty little things I do with your body…." She stated, rather than asked, but I nodded my head in affirmation. "You don't have to answer….your body does it for you….here," she said, reaching up to tweak my nipples, "and here." reaching down to ‘slosh' the opening of my pussy again and laughing when she achieved the wanted result. "My little slut's snatch is overflowing, isn't it? What am I going to do with such over abundance? You're so slippery right now I could probably slip my hand in, if I wanted." she mused, searching my face for a response. I did not let her down. The fright I felt at such a statement was not feigned. "Oh , come now, Anne….you have an over flowing fountain, darling. I'm sure I could slide my hand deep into such a sloppy wet hole." she said, holding up her hand up between us, as if to emphasize the ease with which she could accomplish it. "Don't you?" she asked rhetorically, her eyes catching and holding my gaze as I felt what I thought to be her hand return to my folds. "Open up and let's see….."
My breath caught in my chest as the prospect of what she wanted sunk in, yet as I stood there, I opened my stance to permit better access, allowing her what she wanted. "That's my girl. Let me into that sloppy cunt of your's." she said . I felt something thicker than a finger being pushed into me. Breaking our gaze, I looked downward to ascertain what was what she had. Her fingers under my chin directed my gaze back to her's. "Look at me, Anne. You know at this moment, this is my pussy," said with quiet confidence. Her palm cupped me, covering what belong to her to articulate her point, "... and I will do what I want with it.....and right now what I want to do is find out just how well lubricated my little cunt is…." she smiled, her facing showing effort as she continued to push the thick, short, yet seemly porous, object into me. I felt suddenly, and quite unexplainedly, dry. The ‘over flowing fountain' of my pussy now felt increasingly arid. As my gaze continued to hold her's, the light bulb suddenly went off in my head….in my fleeting glance downward my panties were no longer on her lap.
"Come my little slut…." she said, pushing back from her desk, her fingers never leaving me. "Put a leg on each side of me, straddle my knees facing me and lean over." Her fingers, now semi-permanent residents of my pussy, stay in me as I straddled her in the office chair. "Now give me those luscious titties while I take care of that sopping cunt of your's." she whispered. I leaned over her as instructed, my breasts swaying in her face as she leaned back comfortably in her chair, she worked unceasingly to dry up my sloppy pussy as she fucked me with my own panties. The look on her face was that of a child waiting for promised candy. "Tell me…."
"Milk my titties, love." I said, knowing the words she wanted to hear as I pushed my breasts into her face. "You know what I need, Laura. Give it to me. Make me beg until I can't take anymore. Please, Laura, …..!" I begged, wanting, almost needing the fine line between pleasure and pain. "Show me who's boss and make it hurt so good, please."
She smiled up at me as her index finger and thumb moved to grasp the nub that was my clit and began to pull on it, rolling it gently but firmly, as her mouth opened and she sucked in one of my nipples and as much of the breast as she could get into her mouth.. With her other hand she began to roll my other nipple in her fingers….. pulling downward on it, milking me as she so enjoyed. She began sucking the ample mouthful of flesh, biting as she sucked. I was caught in a state of purgatory…… between pleasure and pain…. so close to orgasm and yet so far from it. She knew exactly what she was doing to me….she loved possessing my body and keeping me on the edge of orgasm. As one hand milked my tit, the other milked my clit and her mouth gnawed on my other breast.
Taking her hand away from my clit, she pulled my mouth down onto her's into a kiss. Pressing her formerly cum soaked fingers between our lips as she did so, I willingly licked every drop of hunny from her fingers. She broke the kiss and switched sides….he mouth latching on to my nipple, as one hand moved down to pull on my clit, and the other hand began milking the nipple that she had chewed just minutes before.
Her fingers played at the opening of my pussy, teasingly pulling the material out of me a little at a time until I was entirely empty of panties. I felt open and dry as her fingers continued to play. That feeling was short lived, due to her masterful fingers. My fountain was flowing full force again in seconds. Wetting her fingers, she moistened my clit and continued her assault on the now sensitive nub. She never let her fingers travel deeper than was necessary to keep me at the edge of orgasm. She was a virtuoso at holding me at the edge. Releasing my tit from her mouth, she told me to sit back on her desk. I stood up and moved backward until I felt her desk. Leaning back, I sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. She placed my left foot on the right arm of her chair and my right foot on the left arm of her chair…in essence, spreading me completely open to her.
"Lean back a little and let me enjoy the sites." she said, sitting back in her chair, as if to contemplate what her hands and fingers had become so well acquainted with. Looking down at my breasts(titties) I could see that she had left her indelible marks. Marks that would be there for days to come; her handi-work. The smile on her face told me she knew this and liked the idea. Reaching up, her fingers possessively circled the red ‘hickies' her teeth had left around both areolas. "Hmmmm, John might not like those. What will you tell him when he sees them?" she asked.
"Everything." I said, simply.
"Everything?" she queried.
"You know very well I have no secrets from John. And he knows about ‘us'. If he asks, I will tell him all. He knows me well, Laura……he knows my demons, too." I stated in explanation.
She smiled. "Ah, yes…..the demons that fill you with the need to be used and manipulated into doing things you normally couldn't? That make you want to give up control to someone else, to be taken as they wish? The demons that make you want to be our slut…his and mine?"
Blushing at the verbalization, I knew she was right. "Yes."
Her fingers continued down my stomach and over my trimmed pubis. "Open up that sexy little snatch wide for me." She said as the thumb and index finger of one hand spread wide the thick outer lips that covered my clit. With the long fingernails of her other hand she gently scratched over my clit. She knew what mixture of pain/pleasure this caused me, creating an inner battle not to squirm on her desk, as she tortured my already sensitive button, making it unbearable to touch for several minutes afterward. Yet she continued for what seemed like hours before moving on to her next whim.
With a hand on each side of my pussy, she spread open my outer lips, my inner lips and the actual opening of my pussy…..in this position she spread me open as wide as was humanly possible. The feeling was sensual to begin with, being spread so completely open to Laura. But as she continued to stretch and spread me open for her pleasure, my pain mounted. I whimpered less softly than intended.
"Ssshhhh…." shushing me, she leaned down and she licked upward with the flat of her tongue. From my opening to my clit, several times. Her lips covered my opening and I felt her tongue and lips begin to work on me, French kissing my opening as if it were my mouth. Through the jumble of pleasure/pain messages assaulting my brain, this only served to bring me closer to the orgasm I wanted so much.
Looking directly into my eyes, she sucked gently on my tender clit. Then as I watched her, she caught my thin inner lips between her teeth and pulled them outward. "Impossible" my mind said, yet I watched as she continued to pull my inner lips outward. Gritting my teeth between my tightly closed lips, I concentrated on not making a sound. Not a moan, nor a groan….but both were caught deep within me fighting to get out. I was caught treading that very fine line of exquisite pleasure resulting from intrinsic pain. I gave in to the sensations…all of that she was inflicting, closing my eyes to enjoy what she was doing to me, only to have it end quickly.
"Open your eyes, sweetie. I like you to watch everything I do to you. Right now, I'm having fun making you squirm." she said as her hands let go of my pussy and one finger began to play just inside my pussy….again making it ‘slosh' as she wanted it to. "You taste so sweet, my pet." leaning down to tease me as she tasted me over again. "You need to be fucked, don't you?" she said, working a finger into my pussy, copious wetness making it easy for her. "You're much too tight…..is John fucking you regularly?" she laughed, "He tells Cal you want it daily. If he was getting you that often you'd be ‘loosy goosy', Hon."
I laughed at the thought of our husbands talking sex with each other. "You wouldn't be talking about the guys who think 1 inch really equals 2, would you? He gets it as often as he wants…but does Cal ask for it everyday?"
"Touche'. I guess I'm going to have to get some extra thick toy to loosen you up they way I want you." as she said this pressed a second finger deep into my well lubricated hole and moved it in and out slowly. "Do you like that idea?" she asked as she pushed a third finger deep into me. "Me, stretching your little snatch open as much as I want? Definitely more than I am now….to the point that you would beg me to stop? Would you beg me to stop, slut… or would you ask for more?" I didn't answer. I knew it was rhetorical and that I would be as big a slut as she wanted me to be….attempting almost anything she might want me to.
She continued to push her fingers in and out of my pussy while pressing her thumb on my clit. As much as I wanted to climax, I knew the longer she made me wait, the more incredible the orgasm would be. My thoughts were of what she wanted of me, what I wanted and wanting more of whatever she wanted to give. I knew that as much as I loved being a slut, she enjoyed making me her slut…controlling my pleasure. Laura leaned down and began first nibbling my thick out lips, then biting them harder….sucking them hard into her mouth….again leaving her mark on me with her teeth. "God, I can't believe what you do to me, Anne." Her voice husky between bites. "Just touching you turns me on so much. I almost cum putting a finger in you. I'm sure you've guessed by now that I'm more than a little addicted to your body, your pussy. I want to feel every inch of you, outside and inside. I want my hand deep inside of you." she said breathlessly, her mouth against my pussy…...surprising me again with such a statement. "I'm going to have you, Anne. All of you. I want to be so deep inside the core of you…. You will want it and I will have it." She said, pulling her fingers from me, again holding up her slender hand and long fingers between us. "I won't push it…but your pussy will spasm around my wrist, as I feel every inch of your smooth inside walls." She stated with quiet confidence, her hands caressing my inner thighs. Bending to kiss my center once more, she was on to her next whim., "Turn around."
quiet confidence, her hands caressing my inner thighs. Bending to kiss my center once more, she was on to her next whim., "Turn around."
I pushed up off her desk and turned around. Again, my legs straddling her in her seated position. Placing my hands on her desk, I looked down at her sexy legs…wanting so much to touch her, pleasure her. But it was her game and that would not be what she wanted. Her fingers again found my wetness and I felt myself blush at the view I was presenting her. She relished having me in this position. Every part of me was available to her in such a position, she would say. As if to emphasize this thought, she spread my cheeks. I felt a cool breeze as she teased me by blowing her breath onto my tightly shut, dark pink/caramel bud. I felt her lips on my cheeks, softly kissing……her tongue moistening a trail over that closed bud….making it flower open slowly of its own accord. My face blushed crimson, but my backside was her's, as her tongue worked its magic. Her thumbs spread my wetness upward, mixing with her saliva. A finger tip replaced her tongue, in the now opening bud. My body, one moment her open book, began to close; the pages….muscles…fluttering shut as I tensed involuntarily to her encroachment. Her finger, though insistent, met only with resistance. "Open up for me, darlin'," she purred, "you know it's mine….and I'll have it, regardless." I breathed deeply and slowly, trying to relax for what she wanted and was met with a swat on one of my cheeks. "Be still, Anne. Your ass is mine, you will open up to me." She said and again, I felt her tongue teasing me as a finger pushed deeper into me.
I gasped as a ‘finger' of pain shot through me…I tried to relax as she worked it deeper into my unprepared bottom. "Please…." I whispered imploringly.
"Please what…..?" she asked, as she continued, "Please stop? Is that what you want me to do?" she said and withdrew her finger. Kissing the cheek she had swatted to still me, she sat back in her chair, but her fingers caressed up and down the backs of my legs, then back up to the crease between my ass cheeks. "Say the words, Anne…..tell me you don't want it and I won't do it." she said.
I couldn't say the words…. I knew it, she knew it. We both knew for the moment, her will was mine. I wanted and was willing to do anything she wanted. "I can't….." I whispered, hanging my head.
"You can't what?"
"I can't tell you I don't want it." I said.
"Want what? What is it that you can't tell me, that you don't want?" she prompted, knowing the answer before I gave it.
"That I don't want you to do ‘things' to me." I said, knowing this answer wasn't exactly what she wanted.
"What ‘things', Anne."
"Any thing you want to do to me," I confessed, feeling ashamed. "I want you to take whatever you want of me and do with me as you want to do." I answered.
With satisfaction in her voice, Laura said, "Beg me, Anne."
Embarrassed and humiliated that I wanted this so badly, I hesitated longer than necessary to respond. And for this Laura punished me with several swats on my ass cheeks. The sting brought me out of my revelry quickly. "Please, Laura….."
"Please what, Anne? Now you are going to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
"Stretch my ass open. Finger fuck my ass. Laura. Please finger and fuck my ass. Stretch it open as wide as you want, until you are pleased."
Without saying a word, she spread my cheeks open and I felt her tongue on my hole….licking and pressing until I allowed her entrance. Under her tongue's now seemingly loving ministrations, I opened up to her.
"Oh yes…." I gasped…actually enjoying the feeling of her tongue pressing into me. Disappointment washed over me as she extracted her tongue. Her tongue was replaced with a wet fleshy finger tip. Again, my body and brain were confused by the pleasure I had felt and the pain I was feeling as Laura pushed the finger in. She moved it in and out several times before adding a second finger. As she moved those fingers in and out of my more than open ‘flower', I felt her tongue licking my cheeks, nibbling trails over both sides. I felt a thumb on my clit, massaging me in a circular motion to near orgasm. I jumped as she bit into my tender flesh again, her mouth sucking my skin, as her fingers nudged deeper into my anal passage. I found myself tumbling again toward orgasm. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum as much as I wanted to. "Please, Laura…..let me cum." I begged. "I have to cum….." I whispered as I pushed back onto her fingers, effectively stretch myself open more.
Her answer was a laugh….a wicked laugh. She laughed; her mouth and fingers no longer touching me, pleasuring me. "Aaaaaaaaah" was the only sound I could manage.
"Come…." She said. Pushing back from her desk and standing up, she walked into the private room just off her office. The room contained a closet for changes of clothes, a shower, toilet and sink with personal toiletries, and a comfortable chaise lounging chair to sleep, or rest, on during those longer than normal days at the office. "Lay down flat on the chaise." She told me. Following her order, I sat down on the end of the chaise and lay back so that my torso was flat. Walking over to me, I watched her pull her skirt up her legs. Riveted to the beautiful woman in front of me, I watched her move her skirt up her nylon covered legs, past her garters, up to where her panties would have been….had she been wearing them. I moaned and breathed deeply at the sight before me. She placed a knee on one side of my head and another on the other side, bringing her exquisite womanly treasure and the musky fragrance of her, within reach of my mouth and nose. Without a word she lowered her pussy, her hands in my hair pulling my face into her center. She rubbed her wetness all over my face, covering my mouth, nose, chin, cheeks….her fluids flowing as if from a fountain, covering me completely. As my tongue and mouth worked inside of her, my nose pressed against her engorged nub. She settled into an easy rhythm until I felt her body tense and the dam break as she drenched my already soaked face in her orgasm. I continued lapping her sexily spread folds until the flow was nothing more than a trickle, smiling to myself that I had pleasured her so.
Laura got up and knelt down in front of me, appreciating the evidence of her orgasm on my face. She kissed and licked my face, tasting herself before kissing me deeply, tasting her orgasm on my lips. Kissing down my body, she stopped to kiss her ‘marks' of possession. Moving further down, she spread my legs, her fingers familiarly finding my pussy. As she moved first one, then two, and finally three fingers in and out of my pussy, her teeth and tongue sucked and nibbled me to the well deserved orgasm my body had been begging for. "You really didn't think I could let you leave without, did you?" Laura asked mischievously as she moved up to kiss me again. I pulled her in for a deep kiss, enjoying the taste of both of us on our lips.
"Mmmmmm," I purred. "The thought had crossed my mind." I said. Standing up, I padded into her office to retrieve my clothing. I dressed in silence as she straightened her skirt and blouse. We washed up, re-applied make up. As I was brushing my hair at her mirror, we heard her secretary's voice on the intercom.
"Mrs. Edwards, Mike Harris in on line one." The voice of her secretary, Jenny announced.
Walking back into her office Laura responded, "Take a message for me, Jenny. I'm in the middle of something", looking coyly over at me as she said this.
"Yes, ma'am." Jenny replied.
Checking myself once more in her mirror, I walked back into her office. "I really should get going and prepare for the meeting." I said, finishing just as I heard the ‘dead air' of the intercom.coming on again.
"I'm sorry to interrupt again, Mrs. Edwards, but he says it's very important that he talk to you ‘right now'." Jenny said, almost making me laugh with her dramatic imitation of Mike's ‘right now'.
"Tell you what, Jenny. Tell Mike if it's important enough that he wants you to break into a meeting with the President of the Company…his boss and mine….you'll be glad to do it." She laughed and Jenny laughed on the other end.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Mrs. Edwards. I didn't realize you were still in the meeting with Mrs. Chadham. I've been away from my desk and just assumed you were done." Jenny said in explanation and apology. "Yes, Ma'am, I will tell him."
"It's not a problem, Jenny. The meeting went longer than either of us thought it would. Tell him I'll take the call if it's important enough to interrupt my meeting with our boss." Laura said, winking at me.
"If he thinks it's that important, go ahead and talk to him, Laura." I said, looking around for my briefcase.
"Oh, Anne, he knew I was meeting with you this morning. He's calling to get the skinny on what's going to happen at the meeting today. Rumors are flying that someone is going to get their pink slip."
"And he wants to know if it's his ‘sorry ass'?" I laughed, putting my make-up pouch in my briefcase, closing it and picking it up to leave. "You should visit him after I leave and tell him it could be him."
"Is it?" Laura asked in surprise.
"No, but maybe it will be if he doesn't get back on task soon. A little ‘play' around the office is fine….we've all done it, in one form or another….as long as the job is getting done." I said smugly, trying not to laugh. "You can mention to him that I do know about the last two secretaries he hired for their skills above and below his desk, as well as on."
Laura was looking at me wide-eyed, surprised by this information. "Good God, I had no idea any of this was going on. Ewww," she said making a face at the thought, "they had to be very young and innocent to fall for that. How did you find out?"
"I like to think I keep my finger on the pulse of my company. Where did he think they were going to go when they tired of ‘having to' service him each and every time he felt the inclination? It's the 21st Century….no one keeps quiet about such things anymore. I gave them both nice ‘severance' packages after they agreed to sign a ‘gag contract' agreeing not pursue the matter in court against the company." I said, making quotation marks in the air with my fingers. "If it happens again, he's on his own. The Dumbass. That's why I insisted on hiring his last secretary myself. He's good at his job, when he has no distractions. Just infer that I ‘know' about certain employees misuse of their position and days are numbered if it continues. Hell, just tell him that you know……then watch him squirm. Funny thing is….in talking with them about him, both girls were infatuated with him. Had he given them some semblance of pleasure in return. He's clueless about the human psyche and a harassment suit waiting to happen." I said and I leaned over and kissed her. "Mmmmm, fragrance of you. Bottle it and I'll buy stock in the company to keep a fresh supply," I said breathing deeply. "Would make you a wealthy woman."
With briefcase in hand, I opened her office door. "I will see you in the meeting in a few minutes, Laura. I'll need to see you sometime next week to continue what we were in the middle of today when we stopped." I said, with a huge smile on my face. "Have Jenny schedule a time for you to come over to my office next week. It'll do you good to get out of the building."
As I walked out of Laura's office, Jenny apologized profusely. "I am so sorry, Mrs. Chadham. Had I known you were still in a meeting, I would never have interrupted."
Leaning down conspiratorially toward Jenny, I winked and said, "I don't think Laura will fire you for it. And if she does….I'm always looking for a good right hand." Relief crossed her face and she smiled.
"Stop trying to steal my secretary from me, Anne." Laura called from her office. "I need her way more than you do."
Stepping back through the threshold of her office, out of Jenny's sight, I mouthed silently, "Not nearly as much as I need you."
I winked and kissed the air in Laura's direction and headed for the building's Conference Room to get ready for the meeting.