I get home to an empty home. Just the way that I like it, but there are times that I think about my parents. The only two people that I’ve ever really loved. A few years ago, they died in a car crash which eats away at me sometimes, and as for my other relations, well I could do without their company. They’re a bucket of sponges that’ll soak up anything they can get from me, and the more distance between them and me, the better. I have a vision of them all working in a mine, hell, they sure are the best gold diggers in the world.

I see a missed call as I pour myself a glass of bourbon. Just the right amount to knock me out until the morning when I go for my morning run. As I listen to the voicemail of my uncle. I think about them, my relatives. The one’s that always seem to have one problem or another. I decide to delete it, because I can’t even bother myself to listen to it. Besides it’s spoiling the smooth taste of my drink.

I know what it’s going to say. I’ll have to listen to another tale of someone being sick or needing something. I always wonder how they manage to be the unluckiest family in the world, because they always seem to need my help. Or rather they always seem to want money.

I head to my room after finishing my drink. I know that I’ll have a hard on tonight, because I’ve still got Isobel’s sweet pussy on my mind. One thing’s for sure, if she plays according to my room then she’ll have a taste of my sweet cock in both her holes and she’ll soon forget that guy. She’ll realize that what she’s getting from me is a lot better than gold. She’ll be thanking me for taking her virginity while on her knees begging me for more.

* * *

As I arrive at the office in the morning, I see Isobel sitting behind her desk. Last night, she gave a full show to the guy who’s name has escaped me. It just goes to show how insignificant he is, and the sooner cutie Isobel realizes it, the better for her. She deserves way better than that fucker.

I sit wondering what her background is, and what that dip shits background is. I picture him as a farm worker, wearing flannelette with a piece of straw shoved in his mouth, and a straw hat to fend off the sun. I bet he looks a real country boy and has an IQ lower than the number of letters in his name.

I have work to do, but I can see Isobel’s legs under the table, her skirt’s hitched up. I wonder if she hasn’t got panties on?

Fuck, I need to get laid!

“Isobel, can you come here?” I call out.

I watch as Isobel grabs her pad and pen and walks towards my office, my eyes are drawn to her breasts, just the right size to show some wobble as she walks. God damn, I bet her ass wobbles like that as well, I think as she takes the seat opposite me, now.

I can see she is still upset, maybe she’s thinking that she shouldn’t have revealed herself to the country boy, or at least not on by video chat. He probably recorded the whole damn thing. A virgin by name and a virgin by nature she’s probably still young, sweet and very innocent.

I watch Isobel as she busily scribbles notes in her pad as I dictate my morning verbal needs, usually I would send her an email. Or even do it on the intercom, but today I want to watch her in action.

I keep an eye on her young fingers and imagine them wrapped around my erection. I give myself a mental slap and try to concentrate on what I’m doing. All the while she’s taking notes like a good girl. A perfect submissive. I can hear Isobel sniffle.

“Here,” I say as I offer my handkerchief.

“Thank you,” she replies keeping her head bowed.

“I see you’re still upset, it’s not anything I have done, is it?”

“No, not at all. It’s Leo, and how he belittled me and made me feel worthless. He says he was thinking of sleeping with Dede, this girl in town.” She hesitates before replying, “But I know that it’s not true. He’s already done the deed.”

“Fuck him, he doesn’t deserve you; you should be with someone who can improve your future and put a smile on that beautiful little face of yours,” I reply using my sexiest bedroom tone.

I sound like a bit of a gentleman, but I know, it’s just my mind being manipulative to get what I want. I find myself talking like a real pussy, but in reality, there’s only one pussy I have on my mind on, and it’s sitting opposite me blowing its nose into my handkerchief.

“Why did you do that strip for him just to keep him?”

I’m not interested in what she says; I just want her to talk about her stripping last night...

“Well, he said he wanted to sleep with this other girl…,” she starts to say.

“It’s okay, you can use the word fuck if you like,” I say cutting off her sentence.

“Em, alright, as I was saying, Leo said he was going to fuck this Sandra Fox, the bitch... if I didn’t let him fuck me,” she goes on, “I got this opportunity to work here, so he says I’ve been hanging on to my virginity for too long and should have fucked him a long time ago,” she adds.

“Is that it? No more juicy details?” I ask leaning on my desk feeling my dick rise up.

Isobel may think I am interested, but I can see down her cleavage and can just picture my head between her breasts.

“So, what is this Leo guy like, and why are you so upset over him?” I ask, “I picture him as a real country boy, straw hat and chewing on the straw or chewing tobacco, you know, that spit and howdy pardner sort of guy,” I add as I think of Isobel sitting there completely naked while taking notes.

“Nah, he’s nothing like that, he’s kinda cool; jeans, t-shirt and a motorcycle, a bit of a bad boy image, but soft at heart, all the girls love him,” she says, as her eyes well up with tears again.

“Ah, I get it, a Danny from 'Grease' type of image,” I reply with a giggle.

“Who?” Isobel asks.

“Don’t tell me you have never seen Grease, as part of growing up. It's a classic film. “Wella, wella, wella and tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight? Tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?” You never heard those lyrics?”

“Nah, before my time, sorry,” she sighs and somehow she makes me feel old.

Fuck me, the generation of today, have no idea what they’re missing, classic films passing them by.

“So, does this Leo guy make you smile?” I ask as I walk around my desk and perch myself in an ideal position to look down her top as I talk to her.

“Well, he used to until he started mentioning losing my virginity to him and then everything started to become too much, especially when I came here and left home.”

“To me, he sounds a dick and doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it,” I add hoping she’ll take the bait.

“I saw everything last night you know, every curve and every crease, I had a real boner for you.”

Isobel blushes,“I’m not sure what to say to that, and if it’s a compliment,” she replies, her face glowing a rosy red color. She’s the perfection of innocence. Fuck, I want to take her right now!

“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.