I've worked my way up to exectutive status through long hours and a lot of ass-kissing. It's nice to be on salary, finally; and to enjoy all the perks that come along with it. People in the office think I'm an asshole, but who cares? The good part of being an asshole is that you don't have to care what people think. That and you generally get your way most of the time, too.
Like me and my secretarys. I only hire temps. That's because once you've fucked 'em, who wants them hanging around whining and bitching at you all the time. Once they get laid by an exec, they think they own you. So it's back to the temp agency for them and their slutty asses.
Today's new girl was a beaut! Her kelly-green, tight-as-hell-dress had "slut" written all over it. I could tell she didn't temp for the money. These "administrative assistant" types had notches in their lipstick cases for each executive they laid and got something out of. Well, I could see them coming a mile away. So I always get laid and get away with it scot free!
"Nice to meet you Ms. Steadman, you may call me Mr. Cole."
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cole." Her eyes sparkled and I could tell this temp wasn't going to last more than a day.
I was in the break room getting some coffee when she walked in, "I know it's not your field of expertise, but I'm having trouble with the copier. Could you help me Mr. Cole?" She pouted slightly and seemed a little out of breath. I think I knew right then and there what the problem was, and it had nothing to do with the copier.
I followed her into the copy room and watched while she bent over and opened the copier door. She fumbled with a couple of the internal switches like a good little actress and said, "I just don't know what the problem could be." She remained bent over, her ass in the air, and looked over her shoulder at me "innocently".
Not to be led down the primrose path so easily, I assessed the situation from where I stood in the doorway and immediately found the problem. "Did you try plugging it in," I asked. I hoped I came off like a total asshole and made her feel like an idiot. Women love that.
"Oh!" she laughed. "Oh, oops!" She laughed some more and plugged it in. "Go figure, works like a charm now," she said. I turned to leave when she said, "Wait, come here and tell me what you think of this quality." She pressed a button and made a copy of a document unknown to me.
"Looks fine to me," I said, after I walked over to where she was standing. She pressed herself closer to me and I could smell her perfume. This had "setup" written all over it. I could tell she was trying to entrap me into making an advance so she could sue for sexual harrassment. Well, we'll see who wins this little game.
"Tell me, Ms. Steadman, if you wanted to lighten it a little and increase the sharpness, would that be possible?"
"Oh, of course," she said, and pushed a couple of buttons. I leaned over to see what she was doing and she moved closer to me. The copy printed as she looked into my eyes, trying to seduce me. I let her think I just was the kind of fool she was looking for.
"See, that's much better, Mr. Cole."
Her hand brushed my crotch as she reached down to grab the copy from the output tray. "Oh, excuse me!"
I turned and walked out, leaving her stunned that I had left this cozy little meeting without making a pass. She walked into my office a half hour later, I could swear the skirt of her dress was hiked up a couple of inches.
She sat down on the chair across from my desk with her legs crossed and began taking dictation. She began bouncing her knee a little bit and wiggling suggestively in her chair. I knew she was trying to turn me on. The fact that I knew this made her look ridiculous.
"Is there a problem, Ms. Steadman?"
"What? No, no sir," she said, clearly embarrassed. And the meeting in the dictation finished without incident.
As the day wore on, she tried several of these little tricks. She was turning me on, of course, but I never let it show. By the end of the day, she seemed to have worked herself into a frenzy. It was obvious she hadn't planned to be here longer than it would take to get me to make a pass at her so she could sue. My coldness was throwing a little spike into her plans.
At the end of the day, she followed me onto the elevator. She seemed flushed and I recognized in her a state of ongoing arousal. I could see her hard nipples through her dress and her breath seemed quick.
She began a conversation with me on the elevator, something about a local bar, and followed me to my car in the parking garage. She seemed on a course to keep on talking to the air after I pulled away, but as I was ready to close my car door, she asked if she could have a ride home, that her ride was not going to be able to make it.
I agreed and we drove back to her place. She nervously chatted the whole way while I thought about how badly she would want me within the hour. How badly she would want me to fuck her like an animal in her own apartment with no reward of a harrassment lawsuit.
By my ignoring her advances she was forced to keep up this seduction game the whole day and managed to work herself into a frenzy. We entered her apartment and she was all over me.
When the door closed behind us, I grabbed her and shoved my tongue down her throat. I ripped her dress open from the back while she unbuttoned my trousers. We were both nude by the time we got to her bedroom, with a trail of clothes behind us.
"Now what is it you've been wanting all day, Ms. Steadman?"
"I want you to fuck me, please. Please fuck me Mr. Cole!" Aha! She had said it – begged for it, actually. Now it was not sexual harrassment for me to fuck her – it was just mutual satisfaction!
I threw her down on the bed and she spread her legs like a whore. I fell on top of her and rammed my cock deep into her tight hole. I guessed she didn't get it rough like this too often and that she was loving it. I fucked her hard for a long time while she screamed and grabbed the bedding.
Then I pulled out and she asked why I stopped. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees."
She did as she was told and I fucked her pussy hard from behind. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back with one hand and grabbed her hips with with other. I rode her like the fuck animal she was and she screamed and orgasmed, her pussy walls grabbing my cock.
I pulled out and turned her around till she was sitting on the bed facing me. I held her hair while I came on her face; loads and loads of cum all over her pretty, conniving face. And she ate it up.
"Wow, you're a really great secretary!"
"That's 'administrative assistant', asshole," she said, as I gathered up my clothes.
I laughed as I said, "Well, you set out to screw me today, but it looks like you're the one that got screwed." I was on my way out the door when I said, "Oh, you have a little cum in your hair, there."
I laughed and shut the door right before her shoe would have hit me in the face.
Ah, it's great being an asshole.