Training the Receptionist

by Juniper Bell

  “Cabdriver? Why didn’t you tell me you’d need a ride? I would have ordered you a car.”

  Ordered me a car? What exactly did he mean? I looked at him blankly.

  “Next time, let me know. We have an account with a limousine service. I don’t want you taking any risks. You work for me now. Your safety is important to me. Understand?” He held my gaze until I nodded. Did he know how my heart melted at his words? I’d never had anyone worry about me before.

  “Now, today, I have a special job for you.”

  Was he about to accept my offer? I took an eager step toward him. More than anything, I wanted to sink to my knees and pull down his zipper with my teeth. He put up a hand to stop me.

  “Not now. I have a busy day today. But there’s something I need from you. I hope you’ll help me out.”

  “Anything,” I blurted. “Anything you need, I can do.” Reckless words, I know, but that’s exactly how I felt.

  “Good. Come here.”

  I moved closer to him. His eyes were warm and welcoming. They embraced me, filling me with a sense of belonging I’d never felt before in my life. When I stood in front of him, he lifted his hand and curved it around my face. I nestled my cheek against his warm palm. His thumb brushed my cheekbone.

  “Do you know you’re beautiful?” A vulnerable look shivered across his face. “Beautiful women are trouble.”

  “That’s not me.” I would lay myself across subway tracks rather than cause trouble for Simon.

  “We’ll see. Let’s not worry about that right now.” Quietly, softly, he stroked my cheek. It was such a tender touch, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. When was the last time I’d been touched with gentleness? Maybe my mother had done so, but I didn’t remember. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the dream.

  “You and I are two of a kind, you know.” His warm breath drifted across my cheek.

  “How’s that?” I wasn’t even sure I’d said the words aloud, but he seemed to hear me just fine.

  “We’re survivors. We hide ourselves behind a bright, shiny surface, waiting for the one person who understands to find us.”

  The truth of it thrilled me. I nodded, eyes still closed.

  “I think you might be the one who understands. Are you?”

  I wanted to be, oh, how I wanted to be. “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Then I hope you’ll understand why I want you to do what I’m about to ask. I can’t leave you unsatisfied any longer. I don’t want to. You need release. You deserve release, my lovely one.”

  A smile lifted my lips. Sweet release was on its way. What magical thing did he have in store for me?

  “But it’s not time yet for you and me. I need more proof of your dedication. Will you prove yourself to me?” His hand was under my chin, his breath on my face. I felt it flutter against my eyelashes.

  If wearing an obscene teddy wasn’t proof, if answering phones while tied to a chair wasn’t proof, what did he want from me? My mind boggled. I was suddenly panicked. But I tried to hide it. “Of course.”

  He saw through me right away. “You’re scared.”

  “Yep.” No point in lying.

  “But you agree anyway.”

  “Yep.”

  “You darling.” His lips covered mine in a kiss that made me literally stumble. His other arm came around me to hold me up. With his mouth and tongue, he drained me, then filled me up again. I thought I’d been kissed before, but now I knew I never had. This kiss was an oath, a contract, an invisible chain binding us to each other.

  Chapter Five

  After the kiss ended, he lifted his head but kept hold of my chin. “Soon, you’ll trust me. You’ll do what I ask without question, without fear.”

  If he said so. My doubt must have shown in my face.

  “We’ll work on that. For now, this is what I want you to do. When Brian gets here, I want you to invite him behind your desk. I want you to ask him to kneel on the carpet, out of sight. Swivel your chair to the right. Then I want you to hike up your skirt and bring his mouth to your sex. I want him to make you come. Nothing more. I don’t want your mouth or your hands to touch him. He can do whatever he wants for his own satisfaction, but he cannot touch you with anything except his mouth. And I want you to know I’ll be watching. I have a camera mounted at just the right angle. I’ll see everything you do, and everything he does. I’ll see your face while you come. Understand?”

  He wanted me to do what? It was a good thing he was holding me up, because I might have dropped to the floor otherwise.

  “If you’re unwilling, I’ll understand. I’ll be disappointed, of course, but I will understand.”

  Disappointed. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t the one for him after all. That I wasn’t the one who would understand. Or that I wasn’t special.

  “And I want you to know that I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that wasn’t pleasurable for you. I wouldn’t ask you to fuck him. I only want you to get some satisfaction. Are you willing?”

  “Y…es.” He waited. I guess he could tell I wasn’t finished. “But why Brian? He’s such a…goofball. He’s not my type.”

  “Of course he isn’t. That’s not important. He’s irrelevant. Merely a tool to be used for your pleasure and mine.”

  That seemed kind of cold. “Used?”

  He laughed softly and ran his thumb over the palm of my hand. Immediately I went weak in the knees. “Don’t worry about him. He will have the privilege of putting his mouth on your beautiful pussy. He’ll consider himself the luckiest man on Long Island.”

  “But what if, what if he doesn’t want to?”

  “Then I’ve misjudged him, and believe me, I never misjudge these things. I saw the way he was looking at you. You could ask him to polish your shoes with his tongue and he would do it. No need to worry about that, my dear.”

  My dear. The chain around me pulled even tighter, if possible.

  “If it’s for my pleasure, why not, I mean, I’d rather…” I leaned toward him.

  He stopped me with a gesture. “Not yet. Don’t you trust me to know when the time is right?”

  Trust. That again. Wasn’t it enough to do whatever he said? I had to trust him too?

  I made one last desperate attempt. “We may not get any packages today.”

  “In that case you’ll have one more night to wait. Sooner or later, we will get a package. In fact, I happen to know my partner sent one yesterday. A very intriguing package, as a matter of fact. If it doesn’t come today, it’ll be here tomorrow.”

  “What if someone comes in while he’s, you know…”

  “I’m not expecting anyone this morning. We don’t often get casual visitors. You’re safe, most likely.” His expression hardened. I got the message. No more objections. Apparently Brian and I had a date, though he didn’t know it.

  “I guess I’d better get out there. It’s almost package time now.”

  “Yes. But first—” He held out his hand with a commanding gesture. “Your panties.”

  My knees went weak. How did he do this to me? And really, why did I even bother to wear panties to work? I bent over and reached under my skirt to pull off my panties. He watched like a hawk the whole time. Once again, I wished I’d worn the Up Yours panties, but instead I’d worn a light blue thong. Since they weren’t my most comfy pair of panties, I didn’t mind handing them over. Especially when he tucked them in the inner pocket of his jacket.

  With an intimate smile and a caress on my neck, he let me go. Numbly, I walked back out to my desk. My mind was kind of frantic, like a gerbil on a wheel. I like getting oral as much as the next gal, but Brian didn’t exactly rev my engines. Without Simon next to me, without the powerful effect he had on me, the way he put me into a kind of drugged state of arousal, would I be able to do what he asked?

  But if I wanted more of Simon, if I wanted him to know how I felt about him, I had to get Brian to go down on me. Maybe that would be an easy task. Maybe not. Some guys didn�
�t like it. Not only that, he had to make me come. Would a puppy dog like Brian have any skills in that area at all? Would I have to give him a tutorial on the topic? Was it my turn to administer some training?

  As the minutes ticked by, I got more and more antsy. Phone calls came in, I transferred them back to Simon, and each time my tension grew. Around ten, a man came into the office and I nearly jumped out of my skin. But it was a client I’d never seen before. I greeted him politely and ushered him into Simon’s office. I aimed a quick glare over my shoulder at Simon as I left his office—he couldn’t have warned me, the bastard? He met my look with an amused wink.

  Back at my desk, another worry took over. What if Brian showed up while Simon was still with his client? Should I wait until he was gone, or go ahead and get started? Would the client also be able to see what was on the video camera? And what if he came back out in the middle of the whole thing? What a dilemma!

  Luckily, the client left fifteen minutes later.

  I punched the intercom button to buzz Simon. “That was mean.”

  He chuckled. “Just keeping you on your toes.”

  I heard the elevator bell ding. Someone was getting off on our floor. I held my breath. Sure enough, Brian, whistling and pushing his dolly, came waltzing around the corner.

  “You’re on,” said Simon, and clicked off.

  Oh, that son of a bitch. He was toying with me, that’s what he was doing. My outrage, combined with relief the client was gone, swept me to my feet. Simon was going to pay for this. I was going to put on the show of his life. Turn the tables on him. I was going to get him so turned on, he’d never let me out of his sight again.

  “Hey, hot stuff, how ya doin’?” I purred the words the way Brandi does. Brian looked like he might have a stroke from surprise. I sat on the desk and crossed my legs so my pinstripe skirt rode up. His eyes got wide.

  “Uh, uh, uh, good,” he stuttered. “How are you?”

  “Better now. I’ve been thinking about you all morning. You’re late.”

  “Sorry, you’re right, I, uh, uh, had to stop at the bathroom. I would have skipped it if I’d known, but that would have been…anyway, I’m here now.” I thought I saw beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. This was amazing to me. Where had this power come from, the power to make a boy like Brian quake in his shoes? I hadn’t been aware of it before now. Or maybe I had, but chose to ignore it.

  “I’m very, very glad. I don’t think I could wait much longer.” I reached toward him and slid my finger under his belt. Then I remembered Simon’s orders—don’t touch him with your hands or mouth. But I wasn’t touching him, I was touching his belt. Wasn’t that a gray area?

  I pulled at his belt and he stumbled eagerly toward me. To be safe, I took my finger off his belt and crooked it at him.

  “I’ve been having a problem all morning long,” I sighed. “Would you mind helping me out?”

  “S-sure.”

  As if my finger was a leash, he followed me behind the desk. I flattened my hand and motioned to the floor. A little bit awkwardly, stumbling over his feet, he lowered himself to the floor on his knees.

  “I can’t concentrate on my work. I’m too distracted.” I sat in my chair and positioned myself the way Simon had asked.

  “I need a man, Brian. I need a man to lick me. Give me a release. When you walked in, I was thinking about you and touching myself. See?” I pulled my skirt up and his eyes nearly jumped out of his head. No panties, thanks to Simon. But lots of moisture, also thanks to Simon.

  Brian’s mouth gaped open like a fish on the line. For a second, I wondered how this dude could possibly make me come. But Simon was watching. I had to try. I spread my legs apart.

  “But…what about your boss?” Brian peered over the desk and scanned the room.

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s holed up in his office working on something.” Working on his boner, no doubt. “I’m the one you should be worried about. Come on. Come closer.”

  Brian, on his knees, shuffled forward.

  “Lick me, handsome. Suck me off. I’m so hot for you right now. I want your mouth on me. Yeah, that’s right.” I did my best to sound like a porno. It seemed to work.

  He bent down and, with one last glance at my face, as if to make sure this was really happening, licked my pussy. I gave him an encouraging moan and he licked again.

  “Oohh, that feels good, Brian. You are so good.” I shifted my hips to make his tongue collide with my clit. He probably wouldn’t have found it on his own. Sometimes you have to help the dudes out. “That’s right, right there. Don’t stop.”

  It felt good, I won’t deny it. But what excited me most was the thought of Simon watching. It felt like he was everywhere, all around me, seeing and appreciating everything I did. When I spread my legs even farther, it was so Simon could get a better look. When I threw my head back and moaned, it was so he could get off on my excitement. I pictured him in his office, glued to the monitor, hand on his crotch, watching me get off, and a terrible thrill filled me.

  I pumped my hips against Brian’s mouth. He worked like a champ, nibbling and sucking, though I could tell he wasn’t the world’s foremost expert on oral. I closed my eyes and imagined Simon’s black hair between my legs instead of Brian’s sandy brown. What would it be like to have Simon’s beautiful lips caress my pussy? Feel his three o’clock shadow graze against my flesh? His hands force my legs even farther apart? The thought made me crazy and I felt the electricity build inside me.

  “Oh, that’s it, that’s it, I’m coming…” I shut up, because all I could think about was my unseen audience of Simon. His eyes on my crotch. On my face, so he could watch my arousal build. On my breasts, which he must know longed for his touch. Brian’s tongue flicked and twirled on my clit. I imagined Simon’s green eyes urging me on. Heating me up. I imagined his hand on his cock, huge and swollen from the sight of me. I imagined how much my wide-open thighs and wet pussy were turning him on. And I came. I bucked like a wild thing as Brian struggled to hang on. The chair rocked and rolled, and started to swivel, but in the back of my mind, I knew this was the best angle for Simon. I used all my extra brain cells, the non-orgasmic ones, to focus on keeping the chair in one place.

  “Oh man, that was amazing.” I could barely breathe. “You’re a life-saver, dude. I can’t thank you enough.”

  Brian sat back on his heels. I saw the lump in his pants. I knew he must be hurting. But Simon had said nothing about what should happen next. I didn’t want to do anything unauthorized. Besides, I had no interest in Brian’s cock. Simon’s, on the other hand…

  I pulled down my skirt. “What are you doing later?”

  Brian, pink from his hard work, perked up. “Meeting you? I hope?”

  “Here’s my number.” I scribbled Brandi’s phone number on a scrap of paper. “If I’m not there, ask for Brandi. She’s my friend, and we’re supposed to get together tonight. Maybe you can join us.” I winked at him.

  Dazed by that prospect, he stood and reeled out of the office. I quickly called Brandi. “Can’t talk now. I gave a super-cute guy your number. Treat him right, okay? He’s a good guy. If you’re super lucky, maybe he’ll go down on you.” I hung up before she could say anything more than, “Huh?”

  I gotta say, there are times when having a slutty best friend has its advantages.

  While I was calling Brandi, the intercom from Simon’s office lit up. I could barely wait to get in there. What would he say? I’d proven myself. Proven my dedication to him. How would he respond? Even though I’d just had an orgasm, my body heated again at the thought of his reaction.

  I pressed the intercom button. “Yes,” I purred. I was getting good at that purr.

  “Get in here. Now.” Something was wrong.

  I scrambled to my feet and hurried into the inner office suite. I hovered at the door to get the lay of the land. Sure enough, Simon didn’t look like a happy camper at all. His face was dark and his eyes a green so deep i
t was almost black. “Was that good for you?” I asked, clinging to the hope I’d done good.

  He jumped to his feet and started pacing back and forth. “It should have been.”

  Something had upset him.

  “I did everything you said to do,” I said, bewildered.

  “Yes.”

  “Couldn’t you see it? I sat how you told me to.”

  “Yes!” He smashed his fist on the desk—wham! “I could see it. You did everything I asked. And yet…I didn’t like it.” For one instant, his eyes met mine, and I shivered at the wildness in them. He looked crazed, like an animal who’d stepped on a thorn. “I didn’t like it,” he said again. “And I don’t know why.”

  More than anything, I wanted to make things okay. I said the first thing that came to me. “Was it… Well, I didn’t do everything right.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You said not to touch him. I put my hand on his belt.”

  He stopped his pacing. “That’s right, you did. To pull him closer.”

  “Yes, but I didn’t actually touch him. I touched his belt. I don’t think that should count.”

  Simon watched me with alert eyes. The savage look was gone. “So you knew at the time it wasn’t what we had agreed?”

  “The thought occurred to me. That’s why I decided to take my hand off his belt. I figured it was a gray area, but I didn’t want to take any chances.”

  A smile tugged at Simon’s mouth. His scar twitched. Despite his obvious effort to keep from laughing, he couldn’t stop. A chuckle emerged. Then a full-on belly laugh. I smiled too, out of sheer joy that I’d shifted his mood.

  “Gray area. You really are a treasure. Fine, I’ll grant you it could be considered a gray area. But a gray area is, by definition, not entirely correct. Or entirely incorrect. I will forgive your mistake, but, I’m afraid, only after it’s been addressed.”

  “Addressed? Didn’t we just address it?”

  “Not entirely. I’m going to have to punish you.”

  I stood rooted to the beige-carpeted floor. “Punish? But it was such a small thing.”