My panties are still in Luke’s pocket, but I try to look as professional and decent as possible as we make our way backstage to get everything set up for Luke’s presentation. He looks completely calm and in-control as he goes through his notes one last time, checking everything to make sure he has all his ideas in order.

“How are you not nervous?” I wonder aloud, watching as he straightens his tie and double-checks his prompts.

He shrugs. “I’ve done this a thousand times before, besides, my mind’s on…other things.” His eyes flick up and down my body, a small smile slipping onto his face.

I blush again. Because I want what he wants. Jesus, what kind of person do I turn into whenever this man is around? I perch on the edge of a desk off to the side of the stage, and try to think of some way to get rid of him for a minute. “Don’t you need to go to the toilet first or something?”

“Good idea, I’ll be back in two,” he says, getting to his feet.

My heart is hammering as I watch him head off through a back door towards the toilets. Perfect-now is my time.

I glance around to make sure no-one is looking, then dive onto the stage. There are a few people who have chosen not to go for the break, but they seem to be busy looking through their notes, or chatting with the people sitting next to them. Nobody is looking at the empty stage.

I walk quickly and confidently across the stage towards the lectern. Luke’s laptop is already on it. The lectern is covered by a heavy red velvet. I look around the hall once more. Everyone is busy doing their own thing.

Ducking down, I slip through the opening in the curtain around the lectern. As I guessed, the space underneath is wide enough to easily fit me if I maintain a squatting position. In fact, I can even get on my haunches. The curtain also completely covers me from view. I feel quite giddy. A part of me isn’t really sure that I’m actually doing this. I raise myself up on my knees.

Yeah, this is an appropriate response to my punishment. Just like me, he’ll have to come in a room full of people. Only, I didn’t have to face them. But it’ll be fine because the pool of light only falls on his face and his audience will mostly be looking at the sideshow. Besides, that look he gave me before he’d left for the toilet…he wants me to be daring.

I stay very still while someone introduces Luke.

A minute or two later, Luke walks out onto the stage to polite applause, and takes his place at the lectern. “Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen,” he greets them.

I reach up and run my hand over his package.

He looks down, eyes wide, but as soon as his gaze falls on me, he smiles. A secret smile. He wants this. He pretends to pull at something, while he tenderly tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. He starts his presentation. I typed it up, so I know where the jokes are and the laughter and applause will be. I wait for it and take advantage of the noise to unzip his pants. He carries on talking as if nothing is happening. I reach into his boxers, and wrap my fingers around his erection. It is at full mast.

“Right, let’s begin,” he says, moving closer to me and launches into his speech. He isn’t missing a beat.

Maybe I can change that.

Obviously, I don’t want him to screw-up and embarrass himself in front of all these people, so I time my touches to the moments when he reaches a natural pause, or takes a second to look down at his notes. I take my own sweet time. The whole idea is to make him ache for it, the way he did to me back in the audience only a half-hour ago until he decided to bring me to a climax. I jerk him for quite a bit, before I so much as even flutter my tongue against his head. He is rock-hard before I wrap my lips around him.

Then, as soon as I do…I go to town.

I slip my mouth down over his cock.

Above me, he sucks in a sharp breath. It’s not too obvious that it can’t be passed off as anything more than taking a moment to think, but he looks down at me as he does so, and his eyes are wild and glittering.

I widen my eyes in a “who-me?” gesture, then flick my tongue against the underside of his cock as I slide my mouth up and down. He feels warm and smooth in my mouth, and I love the power I have over him in that second.

How things have changed, huh, Luke?

He continues with his talk. The slides keep changing. I know the presentation runs for about twenty more minutes, and I want to make him come right when it’s over, so he can lose himself to the moment. In the meantime, I’m happy to torment him, to taste every inch of him until I know every ridge and vein of his cock.

I move my mouth up and press my lips to his head for a sloppy kiss, before running them down the underside. Then, I shift down inside his pants and catch his balls in my hand. Last night I didn’t get a good look at them. I was drunk and it was dark. Today I see them clearly. They are large and cleanly shaven, and I swear to God, I lick my lips as soon as I lay eyes on them. I widen my mouth, and lower them to his testicles, taking each one in my mouth and lovingly lapping at it as I slowly jerk his cock with my hand. I run a hand down his leg, and find it solid with tension beneath his suit.

Good. This is exactly how I want him.

I move back up to his cock-head, and flick my tongue out against his tip over and over again. I taste pre-cum on my tongue, the salty-sweetness that tells me I’m doing a fine job, but that’s not enough. I want it all. I want that power. He tightens his grip on the lectern above me, and I watch as his fingers tense on the wood at my every touch. God, I want this man. I want to make him come in my mouth, right here, right now. I still can’t quite believe that this is me, thinking these things.

I hear him reaching the end of his speech, and I could have sworn he is rushing, as though he has figured out my game. So I return my attentions to his shaft, tightening my lips around him, sliding up and down. I massage his balls lightly with my hand, letting my nails trail over his sensitive spots. If I’m not mistaken there should another paragraph of closing stuff, but he is already on his round-up. I lick, suck, touch, and play for all I’m worth. I’m determined—no, I’m desperate to make him come at the height of the applause.

And, to my great pleasure, he does.

I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I feel him unload on my tongue. I wanted this just as badly as he did. As the applause starts up, he reaches down and wraps my hair around his hand, holding me in place as he thrust hard into my mouth. His cock pulses as he finishes, and I keep my mouth sealed around him, swallowing every drop that comes out of his wonderful cock. I look up at him, watching as he desperately tries to keep a straight face.

How do you like it, huh?

He nailed his speech, and I made him come. What could be better? I stuff his cock back into his briefs, zip him up and withdraw myself back behind the curtain.

“Thank you,” Luke says and moves away.

The man who introduced him earlier is back to thank him and tell the audience that they have a fifteen minute tea break.

I hear the murmuring of the crowd as they leave their seats and start to disperse. I peep out from the parting in the curtain. The stage is empty. I crawl out, stand and walk away casually.

Luke is talking to a group of people. He is nodding, but his eyes are watching me. His cheeks are flushed.

I smile at him and wait quietly until he has finished with everyone else.

He walks up to me. His eyes are shining. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you fingered me in a crowded auditorium,” I shoot back.

“You deserved it.”

“So did you. Did you like it?”

He grins. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” he says, as he leads me offstage.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirms. “You just have a way of reading my mind, baby.”

“That’s what makes me such a brilliant assistant,” I tease.