by Mia Ford
“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.
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 friendly 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 h
ow 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.
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…”
I know that she’s waiting for me to respond, but she already knows the answer to her own question.
“I know now, other men will look at me.”
I love listening to her voice.
“I don’t need to hang on to the 'country boy' as you call him, he can just be a vision of days gone by, a stepping stone for me towards bigger and better things. Especially seeing as he can’t keep his dick in his pants.”
I sit at my desk shell-shocked in a way; she’s like a caterpillar that has changed into a butterfly, or a butterfly with horns. It’s as if she’s going to grab life with both hands and shake it till it gives in. Fuck, I’ve created a monster.
I may have created a monster, a sexual monster. And she may just be keen on exploring all of her hidden feelings and emotions, and be open to experiencing new things. I’m going to show her how to get that beautiful face smiling, and she’ll get a big grin on my face in the process.
“I think that it’s time to get you smiling again, don’t you think?”
“I’ve had my fair share of doom and gloom. Since, I’ve been here all I do is work. I don’t even have any fun. It’s as if I’m ninety not nineteen,” she shrugs.
She may have been living like that, but she sure as fuck doesn’t look ninety.
“I’m up for anything that will make me feel happier,” Isobel says and I know what she wants me to do. It’s an open invitation to take her right now. That’s too fucking easy sweetheart, I told her that I’m nothing like her country boy and I meant it.
My mind’s hurting, I’m constantly talking and thinking in two different trains of thought, my speech is polite, yet it has a profound meaning behind it. I want her, and I want her a lot. Thoughts of her nude body are writhing over me... fuck it makes me horny, just not yet. I have to get her primed for my advances, and she needs to be wanting me as much as I want her. Very soon. Yes, it will be very soon I think to myself.
“Just one more to type up and we’re all done and dusted for another day. Do you think that we’ll finish at the same time tomorrow?”
“No, I have a feeling tomorrow’s going to be very different indeed, much more exciting than today,” she has no idea that I’m talking about our fun and games. I’m not referring to work. No, this is far better than work.
As she said, she would do anything to smile again. Fuck, by the time I’ve finished with her she’ll be grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Cool, so what we are gonna do then?”
“I’ll let you know later; I don’t want you thinking about it too much, it’ll take the edge off it. Don’t you like surprises?”
She’s smiling and hesitating before she answers. Every girl loves surprises, especially one’s as young as her.
“Okay, Christian, you win. You’re the boss and your wish is my command, so to speak.”
“You better believe it, what I say goes, no matter what.”
“Do you need anything else?”
“No, just get back to your desk and carry on with what you were doing.”
I watch her jiggly ass again and lay my head back and close my eyes, then an image comes to me of her knelt over me and rubbing her bald pussy against my face. I grab the cheeks of her jiggly ass and squeeze as her pussy opens with the touch of my tongue, her clitoris throbs with every flick and her ass wobbles with every squeeze and slap.
I know that if I don’t get out of here, then I’ll end up fucking her on the desk or even worse, tasting her sweet pussy. I call her on the intercom, “Isobel, you done yet?”
“Just finishing now, the files are uploading, and then I need to shut down the computer.”
“I’ll start closing up then while you finish off.”
I don’t hesitate in getting out of my office. I’m like a little kid thinking about the experiment that’s going to happen in science class. The one that I’m giving her tomorrow, then I’ll know for sure if I’m going to play with her in so many different ways that she won’t be able to sit down straight for the following week.
“So, are you ready to find out what your task is for tomorrow?” I ask as I throw my jacket over my shoulder.
“Yes, please, I find it a little exciting to tell you the truth, it’s like Christmas.”
“Well, your first task is quite simple.”
I hesitate before telling her, but I can tell that she’s dying to know.
“Come in the office tomorrow with a short skirt. No panties.”
“You’re kidding, no panties?” she replies, “Isn't that a bit, you know, risky?”
“Fuck, you were butt naked in front of me and country boy, another few seconds and you may have slid your finger into your pussy. What can be more revealing than that?”
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��Well, I did say, I would do anything,” she’s trying to figure out a way out of it.
“And?”
“I suppose I better honor my side of the bargain, after all we did shake on it.”
Was she pissing me off? Or am I just getting a little frustrated myself? I imagine her sat at her desk facing me and lifting her skirt as she types tomorrow. While spreading her legs as she looks at me, my eyes fixated by her virgin pussy. I’m gagging for her and getting angry in the process, I never wait this long for a fuck, and I don’t know why she’s making me feel differently about her.
“Just make sure that you send me a photo, to prove you’re not wearing any tomorrow.”
I need to leave her desk, or I’ll do something that I’ll fucking regret.
“I could just show you.”
I’m walking away and thinking that I don’t need to hear anymore of this conversation. I knew that I should have sent her a text, but if I did that and she changed her mind then she could use it against me. This is safe, for now. Besides I have a feeling that she’s more excited about this than I am.
I turn to face her, “You could show me. But it won’t be the same. Photo. Don’t forget.”
Then I walk out, if she’s not wet by what I just proposed, then she soon will be. I’ve got a hard on right now. One that needs to be released as soon as I get into the fucking car.
Isobel
I’ve woken earlier than normal; it’s a little after five and I’m wide awake. Maybe it’s thoughts of my first task that make me feel wide awake. I lay on the bed contemplating if I shall proceed with his work, it’s a lot to ask. And even though I’m a highly-reserved sort of girl, I find it exciting.
I think the one thing that is persuading me to go to the office is, just how sexy Christian is. He’s the ideal man in looks but not attitude that stinks and he can be a complete ass most of the time. I think of his physique, and how he’s tall and has dirty blonde hair. Hmm, in a way he has the same features as Leo. I think of his blue eyes, and how they just melt me and make my legs go weak whenever he’s close to me.