Jonathan was out for lunch with two of his favorite office girls, Jessica and Madison. He watched them both push the kale around on their plates and realized that both of these girls probably had an eating disorder of some description. How did he never notice this before?
What was the point in taking these girls out to eat? They could just fuck in the comfort of his office. Or, he rationalized, they could both sit under his desk, taking turns sucking his cock while he placed business calls. He had even mastered the art of cumming mid-phone conversation. He prided himself on his skill at filling up a girl’s mouth while closing a deal.
However, he couldn't stop thinking about Sienna. He found it hard to believe that she would come to work for him after the way that he treated her as a kid. She sure had changed. The 15-year-old Sienna that he remembered had been built like a mini linebacker and had acne on her acne. He remembered how big her eyes had looked, and he always figured it was the thick lensed nerdy glasses that she had to wear. Yesterday he saw a poised and intelligent woman, with a cute hourglass figure and huge sad brown eyes. He was confused at the remorse he was feeling about the way he had treated her. He hadn’t had any sort of real feelings for years. What was it about her that was bringing all of these turbulent thoughts and memories to the surface?
Jessica had her hand on his cock under the table and was trying her best to excite him. When her touch wasn’t working, she let out a little huff, made a pouty face at him and dramatically placed her hand back on the table.
"What's wrong with you? You are, like, acting all distracted." Jessica asked, peevishly.
"I was just thinking about my new assistant.” He replied absentmindedly.
Madison set down her fork and cleared her throat, but she knew better than to say anything catty.
Johnathan picked up on the cat claws though. “Easy now, no need for jealousy, I’m just concerned about whether or not she’ll be able to keep up with the work load," he lied.
He had no doubt that she was smart as a whip, he was concerned about her working in such a fucked up environment. He popped a piece of baguette into his mouth while he waited for his steak.
"You mean that mousey little brunette who needs to go on a diet?" Jessica didn’t have quite the tact of Madison. "Well, let’s just hope that her 'assistanting' skills are better than her horrible 'outfit choosing' skills."
"There was nothing wrong with her outfit." Jonathan said, not knowing why he felt the need to defend Sienna. "And she’s not mousey, that particular hair color is called brunette."
"You hate brunettes. And since when have you been attracted to chubby girls?" Madison snipped. "You've never hired a brunette in the entire time I've known you, and I've worked here for years."
"I don't hate brunettes." Jonathan said.
In order to change the conversation, he winked and ran his fingers along the edge of Madison’s low cut silk shirt. "I like curves."
"Oh, you're doing her a favor. I get it." Madison said, relaxing in her seat. “Why don’t you let me come over tonight and help you forget all of this work drama? I will show you a very, very, good time” she said as she licked the dressing off of the tip of her fork.
"I bet you would." Jonathan said, leaning forward, thankful to not have to defend Sienna any further.
"Hey, I can help too." Jessica said, nudging Madison. "Share him please, don't hog all the good stuff." She pleaded in a baby girl voice.
"Don't worry girls, there's plenty of me to go around tonight." He said grinning at them as the waiter finally came with his steak.
He only ate half of his meal. Something was up with his appetite. He found that he was repulsed by the way the two girls judged someone that they didn’t even know.
When he finished his lunch, he went back to the office after letting the two girls paw at him in the town car. They took turns sucking his cock, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t come. What was wrong with him? This had never been a problem.
He realized that he was thinking about Sienna the whole time. Was it guilt? It couldn’t be attraction. He had the city’s most attractive girls fawning and falling all over him. He needed to figure this out. For his sake, and the sake of his cock.
As he walked back into his office he couldn’t help but stop at the storage room to see Sienna. Her back was to him and she was deep in thought. He paused at the doorway and watched her work. She was methodic and efficient. She had taken off her shoes and was padding in between the filing cabinets in her stocking feet humming. Her hair was piled on her head in a heaping mess. She looked beautiful.
She bent over to pull some files from a low drawer and he felt his cock rise stiff against his pants as he watched her full ass fill out her skirt. Unnerved by his reaction he turned to leave, tripping over a pile of files that had been stacked by the door.
Sienna turned, startled.
“Geez, are you ok?” she hastened over to help him up.
“I’m fine” he said, shaking off her attempt to help him. “Who the hell left this pile of files here?”
“I did” she said, her eyes lowered to the ground.
He felt contrition rising within him. She was working hard and he had not been paying attention. His ego was hurt and his immediate reaction was to be an asshole. However, he looked at Sienna frantically cleaning up the slew of jumbled paperwork and something in him shifted. Instead of yelling at her, he tossed his tie over his shoulder and bent down to help her pick up the papers.
She turned, met his eyes, and inhaled his scent. The same scent from the jacket, but today it smelled good. She felt her face go red. What was wrong with her? Was she a masochist? Why was she feeling this urge to lean in and kiss the lips of the man who had once treated her so badly?
"Are you almost finished?" Jonathan asked.
"I’ve put a dent in it."
He handed her a stack of files and lingered close to her body and watched while she juggled them against her full, soft, supple, milky gorgeous breasts. Definitely real, he thought to himself and he stepped back hoping to god his giant boner wasn’t visibly apparent.
"Good, it needs to be done by Friday. I have a business meeting next week and I'd like to be able to develop a presentation over the weekend using the data from the files." Jonathan told her, backing out of the room holding his briefcase, like a shield, in front of him.
Who was this bumbling idiot? he abraided himself. He was like James Bond with women. Why was Sienna having such an effect on him?
"I would like to talk to your IT developers. I’ve put together a list of suggestions that I think will help maximize the value of all of this information. It will just depend on how we design the new database”.
“Of course.” He replied.
She turned and continued to work.
“Amazing” he whispered under his breath.
"What?" Sienna turned back to face him.
“Oh, nothing. I just remembered I have to call Mr. Hamazing back about a deal.”
Sienna smiled at Johnathan and he felt his heart race. He stepped forward and swept a stray strand of hair from Sienna’s face behind her ear.
"Have dinner with me on Wednesday."
Sienna hesitated.
“We need to plan the Christmas party. It’s a work-related dinner.”
"I would, but I have the feeling I’m going to be burning the midnight oil here trying to get all of this done by Friday." Sienna gestured to the piles of files.
“Let me get a couple of the girls to stay late to help you out.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather do it alone than with any of your other ‘assistants’. I actually think that they would make it take longer.”
Johnathan sighed. She was right. These girls weren’t good for much more than looking good.
“How about I help you then?”
“Seriously? That seems like a billion degrees below your pay grade.”
“This is my company and it needs to get done. Perhaps this is my penance for not hiring any competent assistants.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. We can order in food, turn up the music, and get this place out of the paper dark ages”
Sienna hesitated. Why was she reluctant to be alone with him? She needed to put on her professional hat and ignore the strange feelings rising up in her belly.
“Ok. Let’s do it. I’ll be here tonight if you want to start today.”
“Can you cancel my evening appointments for me and order in some food?”
“Sure. What would you like to eat?” She whipped out a notepad and pulled a pen out of the mess of her hair.
“You pick.”
“Is pizza ok?” Sienna blurted out without even thinking. Shit. Pizza. She should’ve picked something healthy.
“That’s fine with me.” Johnathan replied and turned to hide the smile on his face.
Sienna watched him turn and stride back out the door, jingle bell rock blaring from the reception area. Was that damn song on repeat? She wondered.
She felt like she was betraying her teenage self. She had finally identified that it was lust that she was feeling towards Johnathan, it wasn’t fear. There was no way a feminist like herself should allow herself to be attracted to such a narcissistic man. But, she was. The wetness in her panties didn’t lie.