Boss Me Please

by Amy Brent

  I turned the corner and saw the curvy brunette standing by the desk that was going to be hers, wearing a pencil skirt and white silk buttoned shirt that many women wore to the office, but she filled it out perfectly. I let my eyes slide down her body to see her black heels with the red bottoms that were so popular and my cock hardened in my pants. Just then, I saw her turn her head and met her deep blue gaze as she raised an eyebrow at me. “Good morning, Miss Norden,” I greeted her as she watched me approach her.

  “Call me Amy, since I will be assisting you,” she suggested as her full red lips curved into a scornful smile. I liked her already, and I shifted on my feet to try and hide the evidence of that.

  “Call me Brett,” I replied as I opened my office door to set my things down. “I’ll show you around since I need some coffee.” I took her to the break room and showed her everything that we offered employees, making a strong cup of black coffee for myself while she chose to fix a Chai tea latte. I showed her where the restrooms were as well and then we went back to my office, where she sat across from me at my large cherry wood desk. “You have a top-of-the-line Mac at your desk loaded with all of the software that you’ll need. I am also providing you with an iPad for taking any notes as well as other mobile tasks, a cell phone strictly for business as well as access to my business email in case you have to handle any of my communications.” I leaned back before I sipped my coffee, taking in her pale skin and big eyes as I shifted again in my seat. I listed some of the software that we used, and she nodded a few times to indicate that she was familiar with it.

  “So, are you the kind of man that wants a beck and call girl as well as an assistant?” Amy asked in a gentle drawl as I tilted my head. I didn’t notice that during the interview.

  “Depends on what you’re offering,” I joked lightly as she surveyed me with a keen gaze. “Where are you from?” I asked as she sipped her coffee.

  “Born in Tennessee and lived there until I was fifteen. Mom moved here when my parents split, and I kept the accent since I was homesick for quite some time,” Amy responded as I nodded. “I suppose it’s grown on me now.” She shrugged easily.” Mom was in real estate for years, sparking my interest. I skipped the selling part and got into mortgage end of things. The idea of driving people around to see houses doesn’t appeal to me at all.”

  “You’ll see clients here as well,” I reminded her as I dropped my eyes to her lips for a long moment.

  “That I can handle,” she told me as she frowned. “Do you look at all of your assistants like they’re a piece of steak?”

  “You’re beautiful,” I told her, leaning forward as I cleared my throat.

  “Thanks, but you’re my superior, and I want this job. I don’t want to lose it because of a tryst with you,” Amy assured me as I stared at her in surprise. “You’re not that charming, so stop trying.”

  Even my former assistant flirted with me before announcing her pregnancy, and she was married for five years. I glanced at Amy’s hands and saw no ring as she shook her head. “Somehow I think that wouldn’t stop you.”

  “You’re probably right,” I replied as she rolled her shoulders back and sighed. I wanted this woman, and I knew that I’d stop at little to prove it to her. “Can we have dinner tonight?”

  “Stop this now. I am here for a job,” Amy reminded me even though I could see the want in her eyes. “Is there anything else we need to go over?”

  I took her to her desk and showed her everything on her computer as people passed us with various greetings. Amy was friendly but stuck to business as we went over the few things that she was interested in, nodding as she watched me. I made a point to lean a little closer to her to get a hint of the sweet scent that I noticed, something spicy that reminded me of the Fall. Damn, she smelled good, and she tensed as she sensed my closeness. “Let me know if you need anything. This is a direct line to my office,” I showed her a button, and she nodded as I walked through my door and cracked it, just in case.

  I was losing my touch. Amy didn’t seem to be affected by me in the least, even with the small amount of heat that I saw in her eyes. I laughed as I realized that it was just her first day. I had plenty of time to wear her down, and I turned on my computer to check some emails as I finished my first cup of coffee. There were plenty after the weekend, and I sent some responses back as well as making some phone calls to some of the top clients. There were always things to discuss, and I tested Amy out by sending her a message on the computer to make a reservation at one of the best restaurants in the city for Wednesday at noon.

  She messaged back telling me that it was done and I nodded in approval. She knew her way around an office based on her resume and seemed to be efficient with her tasks. Maybe I’d make a dinner reservation for Friday night since I was confident that she’d be my willing companion by that time.

  For this week, I had Aria to satisfy me. She was a local escort that I visited on the regular since she gave one of the best blowjobs I’d had and she was better with each visit. I sent her a text telling her to expect me later and set my phone on the desk as I rubbed my hand over my groin for a moment, listening to Amy chat with one of the girls out in the main room. I’d have her soon enough, bent over my desk or bed as I slapped that juicy ass of hers.

  The day went smoothly with Amy picking up well and making my job easier. I noticed that she had lunch with a few of the other assistants and watched them leave as she turned her head to look at me while the others giggled. They’d line up for me, and this one was acting untouchable.

  That would change. I took in her body for another moment before I turned to head back into my office.

  CHAPTER 2

  Brett

  I told Amy to have a good evening before I left for Aria’s apartment, catching her gaze as she looked up at me. She looked as beautiful as she had this morning, not flustered in the least. Not that I could see anyway. I took a cab across town and knocked on Aria’s door with some Thai food from the corner in my hand, starving since I’d sexted my way through lunch instead of eating. She opened it with a sultry smile on her pink lips, and her silky blonde hair loose around her shoulders. Aria was dressed in a skimpy black dress and heels, and she let me in as I pecked her cheek. We weren’t close by any means, but I was here enough to know her better than some people in my life. “Smells good. You’re going to spoil me,” Aria told me in her light, flirty voice as I set the bag on her glass coffee table.

  “How about you spoil me first?” I asked as my cock strained against my pants. I turned and unzipped my pants as her green eyes shimmered and she licked her lips. “Get on your knees.”

  She walked over to me and dropped before me as I watched her tongue glide over my head. I grabbed her head and forced myself into her mouth as she moaned around my cock, my image of her blurring with the one in my head of Amy taking me, making me harder. The idea made me grab her harder as I forced myself in and out of her mouth, making it all Amy in my mind. How would she look like this, taking me hard and fast?

  I heard a moan and someone shift as Aria tried to control the situation and slow down the pace. I stared down at her, disappointed with the blonde hair and lack of enthusiasm. “Fuck this. Get on the bed and take that dress off,” I told her as Aria looked up at me, knowing how much I enjoyed a good blow job. She stood and did as I asked, revealing her bare breasts and tight waist before I told her I wanted her from behind. I didn’t want to see her, ruining my fantasy and she nodded and climbed on her mattress as I climbed up behind her, kicking off my pants and shoes on the way. I grabbed at one of the condoms and slipped it on before I grasped her hips and thrust inside of her.

  I closed my eyes and imagined Amy in front of me, tight and wet. It was a relief to have Larisa drifting from my mind, and I held onto my fantasy as I took her hard and fast, releasing early as she cried out for her own. It took all I had not to call Amy’s name as I shot inside of the latex, feeling her tighten weakly around me to gain her own release. Jesu
s, I spoiled Aria. She was an escort and here to please me, not the other way around. I pulled out of her as she turned and gave me a dark look before sitting down to face me. “You used to care about my pleasure too.”

  I ran my hands through my hair and looked at her for a long moment, my eyes wild with lust. I loosened my tie and slipped my shirt off as she smiled. “Let’s eat, and then I’ll give you yours,” I said as she stood and walked across the room, naked and comfortable. We ate at the table, sipping wine as she asked me how my week was going.

  After we had finished, I stared out of the sliding glass door and breathed in the fresh air. Aria returned to the bed and turned on some music until I made my way back to the bed, pushing Aria against the pillows as I kissed her hard and dropped between her legs. I wanted to feel like doing something other than fucking her raw, and I took in her sweet fruity scents as our tongues danced together. I missed the one that Amy used, but I kissed Aria harder as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her lips before I slipped down to nibble on her jaw, then at the skin of her neck. Aria started moaning as I found her nipples with my teeth, tugging in time with her sounds as I desperately wished that it was Amy underneath me. I sucked harder and slipped a hand between Aria’s legs to feel her wet cunt, slipping a finger inside of her as she arched her back. Aria tensed as she edged closer to a release and I closed my eyes as she cried out, still pretending. Once she was sated, I grabbed another condom and sheathed myself before spreading her thighs and taking her hard again.

  It was my turn again, and I fucked Aria in life and Amy in my mind. I was caught up in it as I came and Aria moaned with me when I pulled out. She was gasping, and I looked down to see her dripping with juices as I licked my lips.

  This wasn’t enough, and I pushed myself back and walked to the table to finish my wine.

  Aria asked me to come back to bed, but I pulled my clothes on. “I have to meet someone.”

  “Brett?” Aria asked as she sat up.

  I was out the door and on the streets of Los Angeles, sweat pouring down my body. I decided to walk home and get some of my stress out, hating myself for wanting Amy so badly. I needed to find a way to make her mine since I hadn’t felt this way since Larisa. I stopped for a six-pack of beer during the walk and opened one the second I was in my spacious apartment. Even giving Rayna a generous amount in our divorce, partly out of guilt, as well as spoiling my grandson, I had plenty of money and always would.

  I took a shower and dried off as I tried to watch some scores on television. I was thinking more about Amy than anything else, and I downed the beer as I dropped my head back. I figured that Aria might be pissed off and texting me but my phone was charging in my room so I wouldn’t hear it. I decided to check my work emails and fired up my laptop as I stared at the television screen. I read the several that had come in before closing the computer and trying to take a deep breath.

  I knew when I saw Amy that I wanted her, causing me to wonder if I should have hired her at all.

  I had a restless sleep and was up early for a run before I showered for work. I dressed in a similar fashion as the day before and made a cup of coffee to take with me, tired from being restless the night before. Everything looked the same as it had the day before, week before or month before but I was primed to see Amy outside of my office waiting for me. She wasn’t there yet, and I unlocked my door to get my things inside as I opened the blinds. The sun was bright today, and I paused as I felt a presence in the room with me. I turned to see Amy walking in with a coffee in hand, dressed in a red dress that swirled around her knees and clung to her chest. “I needed a cup, so I grabbed this for you,” Amy said as she looked at me, revealing circles under her eyes, indicating the same kind of night that I’d suffered through. Did she think about me?

  “Thank you. I made some at home.” I paused for a moment, catching the pure want in her eyes before her eyes grew serious. “Didn’t you sleep well?”

  “I have insomnia sometimes,” she explained with a wry smile as she turned to leave the room. I wanted to call out to her to come back, so I could ask her what troubled her and kept her up at night. Instead, I stepped forward and took a slow sip of the perfect dark, strong coffee with a smile. It was perfect, and it showed that Amy paid attention yesterday, I started to respond to emails and set up some appointments while messaging Amy to get some reservations for me at various places for lunch and dinner. She was on it, just like before and things were added to my desktop calendar one by one. I knew that it was going to be a productive week, but still, Amy was on my mind and keeping me at half-mast as I looked down at the tent in my pants.

  She came in with a knock to ask about some of the software and leaned over as I looked at my screen and tried to focus on it, rather than her scent. “You remind me of Fall,” I murmured thoughtlessly before I frowned.

  “It’s a cider scent. I order it every Fall,” Amy responded as she leaned closer and the heat made us both jump. I licked my lips and pointed at the screen as she murmured something, making me harden further. “Oh, now I see. That makes sense…Brett. Thank you.” She straightened up, thrusting her full breasts out as I looked up at them while turning my chair around. She licked her stained lips slowly before she met my eyes, turning sharply on her heel to leave the room.

  I was in a frenzy, and I searched my mind for a way to have this woman. There had to be a way to get to her, and I leaned back in my chair as I thought about women in my past. I smiled. Jealousy always worked, even though it could be a low blow. I found a familiar number in my phone and sent Amy a message, requesting her to call the number and ask that Joss stop by later this afternoon. It was clearly an escort service, and I sent a text right after that asking her to stay a bit late and finish a report for me. I wanted Amy to see this and I watched as she agreed to both and then messaged again to say that Joss would arrive just after five when the office would be clearing out. Being the CEO meant that not too many people would say anything, to begin with, and it wasn’t the first time I’d enjoyed a woman in my office. This time, it wasn’t for my benefit completely. I wanted it to bother Amy to a level that she couldn’t stand it and she gave in to the obvious desire that had been brewing between is since the first moment that we saw one another.

  I worked the rest of the afternoon, finding something to throw together as a report for her to work on, loosening my tie as she came inside when I messaged her. I draped it around my neck, remembering the way that Larisa used to look at me before or after work when I did this. Amy did as well, and she swallowed as she looked at the paperwork in my hand and back at me. She opened her mouth to say something when we both heard a knock at the door.

  Perfect timing.

  I glanced up to see Joss standing there in a short, tight skirt and low-cut silk t-shirt, both in black to highlight her platinum blonde hair that was cut into a long bob. She wore some boots and looked gorgeous and every bit like the escort that she was. “Hello there, sexy,” she greeted me in her sultry voice as I smiled and watched Amy’s reaction. Something crossed her face, but she hid it quickly as she excused herself, glancing at me before she pulled the door closed.

  The click was hard, and I knew that she was bothered. Joss gave me a curious look and strolled forward. “New girl?”

  “Yeah,” I replied as I felt her hands unbutton my pants while she pressed her lips against mine. Joss was another one that I knew well, and I allowed it, closing my eyes as I felt her hand gripping my hard cock, hard for Amy. I wondered how much she would hear out there, how, much she cared. Joss stroked me a few times before the took my hand and led me to the leather couch that was against the wall that I shared with Amy. I lay back and watched as she crawled over me, taking me into her mouth tightly. I decided at that moment that all the sex would happen here, knowing that it was only Amy that would know anything. Everyone else was heading out for the night, and my office was relatively private, to begin with.

  CHAPTER 3

  Amy

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bsp; I closed the door and let out my breath. That woman was an escort, not that I didn’t know that already. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was doing her job in the room behind me as I sat down and glanced down at the papers in my hand.

  I heard something against the wall as I sat down at my desk. I winced and realized that this didn’t need to be done tonight, as it was for a future client. He wanted me to hear this.

  There was something that Brett didn’t know, something that most people didn’t know. I had a lot of school loans to pay back, and I had a second job at night and on weekends. I had three phones since I was a phone sex operator during my free time. It’s not something that I advertised on a resume or even casual conversation, but it brought in a lot of money and an odd sense of pride in the fact that I was helping people.

  The phone calls weren’t always about sex, but my mind jumped right into the fantasies that I’d been harboring since I first laid eyes on my boss. He was sexy and gorgeous, and I sensed that he knew what to do with a woman. I wondered what he would do with me if I were in there instead of the escort, frowning as I heard a moan. I knew that he had a big desk in there that he could throw me over, back or stomach, and have his wicked way with me. I imagined his fingers stroking my now throbbing clit, inside of me and bit my lip. I kept myself aware of my surroundings as I let this play through my mind, though it was emptying out increasingly.

  Would he fuck me with his fingers or his tongue? The idea of his face between my legs teasing me and tasting me made the juices seep into my lace underwear as I held back a moan that mirrored the one coming from the office behind me, and I stared forward for a moment.