Stephanie was sitting on a precipice; one where – if she kept eating – she would transition from curvy to Rubenesque. She wouldn’t just have curves, she would have rolls. Roll upon roll of beautiful seductive fat.
Part of Stephanie’s secret shame was that despite society’s general condemnation of largeness she loved that she was growing...fat. Fat. The very thought of the word stirred something deep inside of her. It woke up the nerve endings deep inside her clit causing the tiny nub to pulse and ache with want. “Fat,” she said aloud enjoying the sound of the word along with the pleasurable sensations in her body that it aroused.
Stephanie closed her eyes and thought of all the times that she’d fantasized about gaining weight. She’d had a secret stash of fat admirer magazines stuffed under her bed for years. At night, she would take out the magazines and admire the super-sized models with their magnificent thunder thighs and bulging bellies. She’d imagine herself as one of them holding her belly up for the camera and rubbing it and jiggling it seductively for the photographer as he immortalized her largeness in print.
Lust came to life between her lips as she curled her tongue and pushed out the word “fat” once more. As the word enlivened her being, she became aware of how fully stuffed her belly was and how its weight was resting on her plump mound which was in turn placing a gentle pressure on her clit as it pulsed, warmly cradled in its pillow of pudge.
Stephanie fantasized about her handsome boss Skylen Carlisle again. She imagined him as one of the fat admirer men that she’d read about in her magazines. In her fantasy, he swung open the doors between his office and the penthouse lounge and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He lowered his lips onto hers and declared “your curvy body and indomitable spirit have enraptured me and I can no longer deny the power of your loveliness”. Still indulging in her fantasy, Stephanie imagined she swooned and then moments later awoke to find his lips pressed firmly against hers, his strong tongue exploring her own as mutual lust overtook them both.
Stephanie shook her head.
Stop being silly. That could never happen.
Could it? She dared to hope.
No, it couldn’t. The rational part of her brain retorted.
Billionaire’s are enraptured by scary-skinny executives like Hailey Savidge, not curvy-hipped secretaries who long to be fat.
Anything’s possible in your fantasies, she told herself as she imagined Skylen Carlisle’s tongue firm and demanding, sliding against her tongue and his hands gentle yet strong, caressing her stomach. The mental image of his large hands pressing down on her expansive belly sent electric energy sparking out through every nerve ending on the surface of her skin. Linger. She felt his hands linger on her stomach, the rough bristle of his masculine palms brushing over the satin-smooth bed of her belly.
Her breath quickened as his massive hands moved up to the peaks of her breasts, lingering again, his fingertips pressing into the dimpling ridges of her nipples and his palms kneading her sensitive flesh. Stephanie bent her head down surveying the peaks of her bosom, which popped up like snow covered mountains over the top of her blouse. The skin of her two breasts glistened like frosting on the most decadent of glazed and powdered sugar donuts. She wondered what she tasted like and lifted each large breast to her mouth, sampling her decadent flavor with her tongue.
Without the aid of manual stimulation, Stephanie’s arousal grew quickly intense and without warning her slick inner walls were vibrating and a gush of fluid poured out from inside her core. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh,” she panted in short bursts as she leaned back in her chair and surrendered herself to pleasure as she felt her walls contract.
She sat up feeling wet. Too wet.
Luckily the penthouse lounge had its own washroom. I can step away from the desk for a moment. There haven’t been any phone calls anyway. She bolted up and ran inside the bathroom. Quickly she unbuttoned her slacks and pulled down her panties. Drenched.
Her panties and pants were completely drenched in her fluids.
Feeling her eyes fill up with tears again she rushed to completely remove her pants and panties while she could still see. Once off, she lifted her panties up to her face for a quick sniff test. No. Definitely not urine. Instead, her panties had the unmistakable scent of sex. A river of fluid had run onto her clothes and now they were soaked.
Damn it! She slammed her fist down on the start button of the wall mounted hand dryer. Warm gusts of air filled the tiny bathroom with the perfumed smell of her sex as she held her panties and pants in the air stream hoping that her pants would dry without staining and she could avoid the humiliation of having to walk around for the rest of the work day in stained pants.
Stephanie clenched closed her eyelids and breathed in her decision. She said her words aloud to strengthen her resolve. “It’s time to stop your silly schoolgirl fantasies, Stephanie. Fat admirers don’t exist in real life. They’re just the stuff of legend, made up to fuel girls’ midnight masturbation sessions. It’s time to grow up and go on a diet. No more cupcakes. No more weight gain. No more…beautiful…fat.” The words came out of her mouth with determined finality as she finished drying her panties and pants, cleaned up all traces of food from her face and meticulously reapplied her makeup.
Chapter 5
Skylen
“Move Sky!” Skylen screamed aloud under his breath as he stood at the doorway between his soundproofed office and his penthouse lounge where the gorgeous Stephanie sat waiting for him. His strong fingers gripped the doorknob one by one; and then with a quick turn and a hard push he opened the door.
Empty. His penthouse lounge was completely empty except for the delicious lingering scent of sex. The musky perfume of a woman’s sex filled the spacious waiting room and Skylen found himself breathing in deeply, capturing the scent with his nostrils and taking it down deep inside his chest.
Intoxicating. Every muscle in his body stood up at attention as he searched for the source of the enchanting smell. His ears were the first to know. They alerted him to the source of the fragrance. The wall mounted hand dryer in his bathroom was running. It's insistent whooshing of air paired with its low buzzing sound alerted Skylen to its current activation. What the heck? Is she cumming inside my bathroom? And on the clock? Skylen couldn’t believe his luck, Stephanie didn’t just have an insatiable appetite for food; she obviously had an insatiable appetite for other pleasures as well.
Unable to control his excitement to meet her, he walked up to the bathroom door and lifted his fist to knock and make his introduction. Are you mad, man? The rational part of his brain took over and forced his closed fist away from the door. You can’t just knock on the bathroom door. She’s your employee. You think your company’s current legal problems are giving you trouble. Well, they’re nothing compared to the shitstorm of bad publicity that would come down on you if you knock on that door.
Instead of joining Stephanie in the bathroom, Skylen stood in front of the penthouse lounge’s leather couch, adjusted his cobalt blue tie and waited for her to exit the bathroom.
He didn’t have to wait long. Stephanie emerged from the bathroom, her face perfectly painted in pink tones; shiny pink lip gloss and a bright flush of pink in her cheeks. Skylen wasn’t sure if the pinkness of her hue was from embarrassment over what she had just been doing in the bathroom, or if she had just over applied her blush. Either way, it framed her round face in a way that he found alluring and he felt a growing fullness in his pants. But, he knew he needed to remain professional for the sake of his newest company.
Don’t jump her bones. Don’t jump her delicious meaty bones. She’s your future wife, not a sex toy, his brain instructed, and he addressed Stephanie as professionally as he could under the circumstances.
“Ms. Rain, follow me into my office.” He turned his body away from his new secretary and walked into his private office with steady determination. “Please close the door behind you and then have a seat.”
; Did she notice my bulge? Skylen studied Stephanie’s face as she sat down across from him at his large gnarled wooden desk that completely hid the lower half of his body. Her eyes are filling with water. Damn it! Skylen knew he had to take swift control of the situation before Stephanie had a possible meltdown, ruining his plan to woo her. He spoke rapidly, his words flying from his lips.
“I will be traveling to California on business this weekend. Since my regular secretary Edith is unavailable, I wish for you to accompany me on the trip to work as my personal assistant. I will require your services from 7 am Saturday morning until 7 am Monday morning, for which you will earn double time pay for the full 48 hours. I apologize, but you won’t have much time to decide whether or not you are willing to accept this work. Go back out and sit in the lounge while you think it over. I will buzz you back into my office in fifteen minutes at which time you will give me your answer.” He tightened his chest muscles, trying to control the strained appearance of his gasp of air after speaking his last word.
“Yes sir,” Stephanie said still blinking as she scooted her chair away from the massive wooden desk, stood up and walked out of the office, her ass shaking aggressively against the black fabric of her pants with each step.
**Stephanie*
Brrring, Brrriiing
“Hello, you’ve reached Karen in scheduling. How may I help you today?”
“Um...hi Karen…ummm…this is Stephanie Rain calling from Mr. Carlisle’s office. Is Lizbeth available?”
“Sorry Stephanie, but Lizbeth’s taking your place working for Ms. Savidge in the customer service department. Ms. Savidge demanded Lizbeth work for her as her personal assistant until 5 pm today to make up for your absence. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“No…um….no thanks, Karen. I’ll speak to Lizbeth when she’s finished her shift. ”
“Thank you for calling the scheduling department.”
click
Stephanie bit her bottom lip and panted as she hung up the phone. She needed Lizbeth’s advice to help decide whether or not she would be wise to accept Skylen Carlisle’s offer of extra work. Dabbing away the moistness in her eyes with a tissue, she pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and wrote down the pros and cons of his offer.
Pros:
#1: $2400 pay for two days work; nearly enough money to pay for an entire semester of community college.
#2: An opportunity to impress Mr. Carlisle with my work ethic. Edith is nearly 70 years old and the rumor in the secretarial pool is she’ll be retiring any day. Perhaps if I prove myself to be a capable secretary and make myself indispensable to Mr. Carlisle, I can be her replacement.
Take it. Take the job silly. No. I must think this through and make my list of cons.
Cons:
#1: Mr. Carlisle could fire me. I could do such an awful job as his secretary that he could fire me on the spot and tell me never to show my face at Mountain Peak Enterprises again. I’d be out of the best job I’ve ever had. And I’d have to go back home and work for mom’s soul crushing pageant consulting business. I just can’t do that.
Pull it together. Keep writing down your cons.
#2: Lizbeth said that Mr. Carlisle has peculiarities. What are they? Is it even safe for me to travel alone with him? Maybe he has some freaky S&M fetish and he wants to tie me up. He is a billionaire after all.
Handsome playboy Skylen Carlisle hot and bothered for you? You wish. Now you’re just being silly. Silly. Take the job. You need the cash for college.
Stephanie shook her head again and again and shifted her weight in her seat. As she parted her legs the musky aroma of her sex wafted up to her nose like perfume. An uncomfortable realization donned on her as she breathed in the overwhelming fragrance of sex.
Your boss thinks you’re a whore. He smelled the sex on you and now he thinks you’re the office slut and he can buy a weekend between your legs for $2400. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of her lips and she smiled brightly as she imagined her boss using and enjoying every curve of her body for an entire weekend. Mmm…he’s so sexy. Forty-eight hours spent with him in his bed would be the most exciting 48 hours of my life.
Stephanie frowned. I really need this job. I can’t afford for Mr. Carlisle to pay me to be his whore for the weekend and then feel uncomfortable around me and decide that he never wants to see me again. She concluded that taking the weekend job offer had a high risk of her ending up jobless on Monday morning. I can’t risk that…no matter how much fun it would be to play slut for Mr. Carlisle for the weekend.
Chapter 6
Skylen
“Thank you for the opportunity, but I am unable to accompany you on your business trip this weekend. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, Mr. Carlisle.”
Skylen could feel the line of his lips harden. So this is the end result of 15 minutes of head shaking. ‘I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, Mr. Carlisle,’ she said. He clenched his fists beneath his desk. She didn’t even bother to make up a perfunctory excuse. She just said no. Skylen forced the edges of his lips to soften and his brows to unfurrow. No one bobbleheads me and then tells me no. Especially not the woman I’ve wanted to marry for the past three months.
Skylen took his time to allow his facial and neck muscles to soften and the lump in his throat to roll back down into his gut. He watched Stephanie tilt her head to the side during the long silence. She parted her lips and allowed her upper teeth to graze her bottom lip but then pressed her lips back together again, sealing her mouth shut. Skylen’s brown eyes never left her hazel gaze during the extended pause in the conversation.
I will have you Stephanie Rain; if not as my wife then as my willing lover. I will make you beg to submit to my desires and you will love every second of what I convince you to do for me. Skylen lifted his open hands from beneath his desk and placed them flat on the wooden desktop. I won’t allow sentiment or foolish romantic notions to distract me from winning my prize again.
Skylen stared in silence at the spinning gears of his platinum wrist watch. He waited for the seconds to click forward from 4:59 pm to 5:00 pm before speaking. “You are now off the clock and are free to leave my office whenever you want to. Nothing I am about to say to you has any bearing on your current or future employment. Everything I am about to say to you is between a man and a woman, not an employer and an employee. Do you understand?”
Stephanie wrapped her arms across her chest and kneaded her flesh like she was giving herself a hug.
“Um, Mister Carlisle, Sir. I am uncomfortable with this conversation.”
“That’s perfectly normal and expected. Discomfort aside, do you understand what I’ve just said to you? Do you understand that you are free to leave anytime you want to? Do you understand that this conversation has nothing to do with your job in the secretarial pool? Do you understand that right now I’m not the CEO and you’re not my employee? I’m just a man and you’re just a woman. If what I’m telling you makes sense say the words “I understand Skylen.”
He moistened his thin lips with the edge of his tongue as Stephanie’s chest rose rapidly and then dropped just as quickly. Her hazel eyes twinkled with moisture, but she did not blink.
“I understand Skylen.”
She shifted in her seat; her gaze never leaving his.
A familiar heat warmed his body as a rush of blood flowed through him and settled in his manhood causing it to swell and harden against the cool silk of his boxer shorts. He lowered one hand below his gnarled wood desk, released his throbbing member from the restriction of his pants and began to stroke its length as he spoke to the woman he once hoped to wed.
**Stephanie**
“Since you won’t go on this business trip as my secretary, you will go as my property.”
Stephanie’s heart lurched forward in her chest and its beat quickened as if she’d just climbed a flight of stairs after eating a dozen donuts. Her words sprung from her lips just as quickly.
“Property. You w
ant to own me? Like a slave; like a sex slave; like the women chained and whipped in all those horrible videos on the internet. No way. Forget it. I’m leaving.”
Stephanie bent her body to the side to grab the leatherette straps of her work purse and leave. But her purse wasn’t in Mr. Carlisle’s office – it was still sitting outside in the penthouse lounge next to Edith’s desk – so her hand was just grasping at empty air and the flailing of her fingers against nothing made her feel foolish and small. She rapidly lifted her fingers from her side and put them to work pressing her open hands against the knotted curves of Skylen’s wooden desk. With one swift push, she distanced herself from the imposing structure and from the billionaire’s proposal.
When Skylen leaned back in his mahogany brown leather chair, twisted his angled features into a smirk and laughed, Stephanie could feel the muscles in her face tighten and lift into her your words can’t hurt me sardonic grin. She expected the billionaire to point his finger in her face and scold or mock her using the tip of his sharp tongue.
Don’t move Stephanie. Brace yourself. Wait for it. She needed to know his intention before she left. Was he going to punish her with words or would it be worse; perhaps he’d fire her. She had to know which it would be before she left his office or she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep for the entire weekend. Hopefully, it would be a quick torture with cruel words like the ones she’d heard from people in her past and then her life would return to normal. Messy food slut was a definite possibility, or maybe he’d just go with the traditional messy Stephanie. She could stand cruel words, but she didn’t think she couldn’t stand the loss of her precious job. Brace yourself. She prepared herself for punishment.
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