As I arrive at the office in the morning, I see Isobel sitting behind her desk. Last night, she gave a full show to the guy who’s name has escaped me. It just goes to show how insignificant he is, and the sooner cutie Isobel realizes it, the better for her. She deserves way better than that fucker.
I sit wondering what her background is, and what that dip shits background is. I picture him as a farm worker, wearing flannelette with a piece of straw shoved in his mouth, and a straw hat to fend off the sun. I bet he looks a real country boy and has an IQ lower than the number of letters in his name.
I have work to do, but I can see Isobel’s legs under the table, her skirt’s hitched up. I wonder if she hasn’t got panties on?
Fuck, I need to get laid!
“Isobel, can you come here?” I call out.
I watch as Isobel grabs her pad and pen and walks towards my office, my eyes are drawn to her breasts, just the right size to show some wobble as she walks. God damn, I bet her ass wobbles like that as well, I think as she takes the seat opposite me, now.
I can see she is still upset, maybe she’s thinking that she shouldn’t have revealed herself to the country boy, or at least not on by video chat. He probably recorded the whole damn thing. A virgin by name and a virgin by nature she’s probably still young, sweet and very innocent.
I watch Isobel as she busily scribbles notes in her pad as I dictate my morning verbal needs, usually I would send her an email. Or even do it on the intercom, but today I want to watch her in action.
I keep an eye on her young fingers and imagine them wrapped around my erection. I give myself a mental slap and try to concentrate on what I’m doing. All the while she’s taking notes like a good girl. A perfect submissive. I can hear Isobel sniffle.
“Here,” I say as I offer my handkerchief.
“Thank you,” she replies keeping her head bowed.
“I see you’re still upset, it’s not anything I have done, is it?”
“No, not at all. It’s Leo, and how he belittled me and made me feel worthless. He says he was thinking of sleeping with Dede, this girl in town.” She hesitates before replying, “But I know that it’s not true. He’s already done the deed.”
“Fuck him, he doesn’t deserve you; you should be with someone who can improve your future and put a smile on that beautiful little face of yours,” I reply using my sexiest bedroom tone.
I sound like a bit of a gentleman, but I know, it’s just my mind being manipulative to get what I want. I find myself talking like a real pussy, but in reality, there’s only one pussy I have on my mind on, and it’s sitting opposite me blowing its nose into my handkerchief.
“Why did you do that strip for him just to keep him?”
I’m not interested in what she says; I just want her to talk about her stripping last night...
“Well, he said he wanted to sleep with this other girl…,” she starts to say.
“It’s okay, you can use the word fuck if you like,” I say cutting off her sentence.
“Em, alright, as I was saying, Leo said he was going to fuck this Sandra Fox, the bitch... if I didn’t let him fuck me,” she goes on, “I got this opportunity to work here, so he says I’ve been hanging on to my virginity for too long and should have fucked him a long time ago,” she adds.
“Is that it? No more juicy details?” I ask leaning on my desk feeling my dick rise up.
Isobel may think I am interested, but I can see down her cleavage and can just picture my head between her breasts.
“So, what is this Leo guy like, and why are you so upset over him?” I ask, “I picture him as a real country boy, straw hat and chewing on the straw or chewing tobacco, you know, that spit and howdy pardner sort of guy,” I add as I think of Isobel sitting there completely naked while taking notes.
“Nah, he’s nothing like that, he’s kinda cool; jeans, t-shirt and a motorcycle, a bit of a bad boy image, but soft at heart, all the girls love him,” she says, as her eyes well up with tears again.
“Ah, I get it, a Danny from 'Grease' type of image,” I reply with a giggle.
“Who?” Isobel asks.
“Don’t tell me you have never seen Grease, as part of growing up. It's a classic film. “Wella, wella, wella and tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight? Tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?” You never heard those lyrics?”
“Nah, before my time, sorry,” she sighs and somehow she makes me feel old.
Fuck me, the generation of today, have no idea what they’re missing, classic films passing them by.
“So, does this Leo guy make you smile?” I ask as I walk around my desk and perch myself in an ideal position to look down her top as I talk to her.
“Well, he used to until he started mentioning losing my virginity to him and then everything started to become too much, especially when I came here and left home.”
“To me, he sounds a dick and doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it,” I add hoping she’ll take the bait.
“I saw everything last night you know, every curve and every crease, I had a real boner for you.”
Isobel blushes,“I’m not sure what to say to that, and if it’s a compliment,” she replies, her face glowing a rosy red color. She’s the perfection of innocence. Fuck, I want to take her right now!
“I never realized how sexy you were until last night, maybe you hide it well, a little too well,” I explain, “I see your upset, but you need to grow up, don’t let that dick use you like that.”
“Maybe you’re right, I need to move on, I need to smile more,” she replies as she wipes her eyes and looks at me with those puppy dog eyes.
I start to dictate again, yet I’m thinking of a plan, a devious scheme. I want her and her emotions. And she is not dumb by any means, just sexually frustrated, and I’m going to be the one who can change all that for her.
“You can go and type them up for me and bring them back to me before we finish,” I say as I watch Isobel and her wobbling ass walk from the office. Fuck!
I can see Isobel from my desk, and I picture her on all fours, as I slide my cock into her tight pussy, she jiggles her ass, and the vibrations send shivers through my body.
I finish her up on my desk, my mind not with work as I can see Isobel stand from behind her desk. Then she enters and walks towards me, her little jiggle catching my attention.
“Finished those notes?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“Er, yes, all done,” she says, “can I go now?” she adds.
“I just thought, you told me you needed to smile more, and move on from country boy Leo, is that correct?"
“Maybe, or it might just be a figure of speech,” she replies looking so fucking delicious.
“Well, I don’t know how it is, things are much simpler from my point of view,” I respond in a harsh but sexy tone. “As I was saying, you need a smile on your face, and I believe I’m just the man. A real man who can show you how to achieve this. Now, Isobel, do we have a deal?” I hold my hand out in front of me to shake hers, because I realize that maybe last night she didn’t take me seriously. I want to give it to her so fucking badly that it hurts.
“Deal, yes, thank you, Sir, I will look forward to your ideas,” she replies as Isobel leaves the office and all I can think about is, ‘Let the game begin.’ I’m going to enjoy messing with her, but most of all she won’t remember this guy’s name either when I’m done. So, it’s a win-win situation not just for me, but her too.
Chapter 5
Isobel
Part of me feels as if I’ve sold my soul to the devil. I want to go back into Christian’s office and tell him that I didn’t mean to make a deal. I’m emotional and all over the place at the moment, but then I see another missed call from Agnes. So, I decide to take an early lunch and call her outside away from the office, so that I can get some fresh air and try and think clearly.
“Hey.”
Usually, I’ll be laughing and just hearing a fr
iendly voice would put a smile on my face, but today’s different. Entirely different from any other day, so I decide not to be cold, but more direct about the way I’m feeling right now, because I don’t feel great. It’s not her fault, I just don’t want to pretend with her. I never have to, which is why we’re best friends.
“Isobel, I’ve been so worried. I called last night, and your phone was switched off, and today you’re not returning my calls or my messages.”
I clear my throat, “I can’t deal with this right now.”
Besides my boss has just offered to take my v-card. All in the space of two days, last night I was begging Leo to stay with me. My boss offered something, but today he kind of confirmed it. That’s what I really want to tell her, but I want to know about Leo and Dede first, before I say anything more about Christian.
“You know Leo’s family are selling some of their stock.”
I nod, but then she carries on talking.
“Well, we’re buying one of their horses and so I went to check out the horse with dad, because he’s hurt his knee and he can’t ride at the moment.”
She’s rambling, something that she only does when she’s nervous. I don’t interrupt her, but listen attentively.
“I saw Dede pulling up, and then they were kissing, the photo I sent you. Anyways, it was before last night. I’ve seen them a few times around town. Kissing, holding hands. Then last night was the last straw. I just thought that I can’t let him go around town disrespecting my bestie. Dad said that I shouldn’t tell that it’s none of my business. But I love you. And a real friend would say something, they wouldn’t just sit back and watch their bestie’s boyfriend completely disrespect them all the time.”
I didn’t know what to say because I never knew about his parent's financial issues, but I never knew that it was so bad that they’re selling stock. I never thought that Leo would disrespect me like that. Especially with someone like Dede.
“Did it just start when I left? The photos were from the last two weeks. So maybe he’s hooking up with her, because he’s lonely and I’m not there.”
She’s not saying anything, so I repeat my question.
“Maybe they just started going out together, and they’re not sleeping with each other. Or do you know for sure that it started before then?”
“You do know that Dede was a tramp back at high school?”
I hate her using those words; I know that she’s defending me. But when a guy sleeps around he’s the King of high school, but as for girl’s we get called sluts and every type of derogatory word under the sun.
“Don’t call her that. Please. I know that she’s been after him for so long and it’s not like she didn’t know about Leo and I. But he’s the one that cheated on me. Not her.”
“Both of them,” she blurts out and I know that she’s angry, but she’s wrong. If Leo loved me, then he wouldn’t look at her twice. He would tell her o sling her hook.
“It doesn’t matter. I guess that this has been going on for a while,” she’s avoiding my question and I don’t want to put her in a spot. It’s not fair, I realize that Leo’s the one that I should be talking to about all of this. I don’t bother because something tells me that all he’ll do is lie and say that Agnes is jealous and made up stories about him. I know Agnes hates his guts, she’s told him enough times.
She sighs, “I saw them a couple of times when you were here and asked him. He denied it, but now it’s as if he doesn’t care.”
“Why do you say that?”
She hesitates in replying and says, “When I was taking a photo of them kissing. He stopped and then winked at me after I took the shot.”
“Bastard!”
“Exactly! This is what I mean Isobel. He’s not even worth thinking about, let alone your tears. Just promise me one thing.”
“What?”
I’m hardly able to speak as I’m holding my phone in my hand and watching everyone pass me as I sit in the center of the square quite near to the office. Sometimes, when I don’t feel like going to lunch with the rest of the girls in the office, I come out here and watch everyone pass by. I don’t have to talk to anyone and sometimes, I make-up a little story about everyone else’s life. It always feels more exciting thinking about others, than my boring life which is why I came to the city. I had wanted a little sense of adventure before I got married. The realization that I’m not going to get married anytime soon should make me sad, but it has the reverse effect, it comes as a welcome relief.
“Just don’t waste any tears on him please. Go out with some of the girls. Like Jean, the one who works in finance. The one that’s helped you so much since you’ve been there. Have fun for once in your life.”
“I thought that working in the city was fun.”
“Yes, but every time I call you, you’re either sleeping or on your way or at the office. Just go out and enjoy yourself. Please.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice.
“Okay, I get the message.”
I’m thinking about what my boss said, what he’s offering and the excitement of not knowing exactly what’s install brings a smile to my face.
“I’ll have fun. Don’t worry about it.”
“Phew.”
“As for you?”
“Isobel, I have a horse to train. Not only does their son not know how to look after women, but his parents haven’t been looking after the horse.”
She sounds as if she wants to say something else, but then she says, “Okay I need to go. Remember call me anytime. I’m here for you, and I can’t wait until I come.”
She’s not the only one, in around four weeks time she’ll be here. By then I’ll have waved goodbye to my v-card, and I’ll be lusting after my boss.
“Love you too and take care.”
This time I go back to the office, not with a frown or even tears in my eyes, but with a big fat smile. Things are going to change; I can just feel it and not for the bad. Only for good.
Chapter 6
Christian
I look at my watch, it’s getting late, we’ve had some rush work come in, and we have to complete it by this evening. I watch Isobel as she beavers away typing frantically. Even though it’s only been just over twenty-four hours, her attitude and demeanor seem to have changed for the better. Today, she’s not upset and has done a fair amount of hard graft. If it had not been for her, I would’ve been right in the shit today. Not that I’ll pass on any praise, it’s her job, and as we know, you have to do everything to please a real boss. A billionaire boss!
A big grin crosses my face; I always get a kick out of remembering I’m the boss and a hugely wealthy boss at that. It’s as if I click my fingers and things just happen, maybe it’s the power I hold when I mentally wave a huge stack of notes under someone’s nose. I’m not one for caring, because of, either way, I get what I want, and I’m not bothered how I get it.
“Isobel, you appear different today, what’s changed?” I ask as she lifts her head from her keyboard.
“I listened to what you said yesterday and had a good think last night,” she replies with a slight smile.
“A good think about what exactly?”
I sit here thinking, I hope she doesn’t think too hard she may realize I’m gagging to get in her pants, that will be all my effort gone to waste.
“You know, the situation with Leo and that, and maybe he’s a country boy at heart and cannot get that out of his system. He may just be a small-town boy who has no vision of bigger and better things, but, I have. I know there’s a life outside of country fairs and harvest time.”
“I understand all that, but what are you trying to say?” I ask hoping to get some real answers.
“I know, I do deserve better and should let the past lay where it lies..”
“Well, don’t hold me responsible if it all goes wrong, not everyone’s situation is the same. You could find that you’re a country girl at heart, but just have aspirations of being a big-time city
girl,” I’m beaming a huge grin.
Jesus H. Christ, I am starting to sound like a role model for a 19-year-old virgin.
What the fuck’s wrong with me?
I hope she doesn’t look at me as a father figure, that’ll really screw my chances of fucking the living daylights out of her.
Fuck, I could be there with her right now, with her nails digging into my back, and her shouting, ‘Christian, Christian, fuck me harder.’
“I won’t blame you, no matter what happens. Maybe that stupid video chat was the best thing that ever happened to me, especially since you told me you were feeling horny because of it…”
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