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?”

“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.