Enzo
Audrey had been my secretary for over a week before I got a glimpse of her legs. January in Chicago was brutal, but we had a brief respite, and the temperatures climbed up to the 40s. Audrey showed up that day in hose that bagged around her ankles and an unfashionable, frumpy skirt.
“Hi, Enzo.” Audrey handed me my coffee and turned, almost doing something that looked like a little bow. “Can I get you anything else?”
I shook my head. “Stay here for a minute. I’ve got a call coming up, and I want you to take notes.”
“Oh! Okay,” Audrey said. She nodded her head and ducked out the door to her desk. When she reappeared thirty seconds later, she was clutching a yellow legal pad and a pen. She stood there, uneasily watching me.
“You can sit over there,” I said, gesturing towards the black leather couch in the corner of the room. It was a large sectional that I’d used as a bed many, many times and I knew how comfortable it was.
Audrey lowered herself down onto the couch as though she was sinking into a pot full of boiling water. “This is comfy,” she said, a blush rising to her pale cheeks. “I like your office a lot, Enzo.”
I hated the way the hair on the back of my neck stood up whenever she said my name. “Thanks. I didn’t decorate it though. The company has people for that.” I rolled my eyes. “I think they were afraid I was going to put up a pinup girl or something.”
I actually had put up a pinup girl. Well, a vintage shot of Marilyn Monroe topless. It was an expensive print, and I’d hung it up on the first day. But then my secretary complained about feeling sexually harassed, so down Marilyn went. I think she was still in the closet, probably waiting for me to hang her up once again.
“Enzo?” Audrey’s voice was quiet. “What’s so funny?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said, waving my hand dismissively in the air and picking up the mug of coffee. It smelled good. From the very first day, Audrey had always gotten the cream and sugar ratio perfectly.
Sitting down at my desk, I watched Audrey carefully out of the corner of my eye. Despite being clad in those horrible stockings, she had nice legs. I winced as she turned around, exposing a large run up her left calf.
“Audrey,” I said sharply. “I’d like a Caesar salad for lunch, with olive oil and vinegar on the side. Make sure the kitchen prepares it with chicken, not fish, and no cheese.” I looked at her over the tops of my reading glasses. “Can you get started on that?”
Audrey frowned. “I thought you had a call?”
I looked down at my blank schedule. “Nope,” I said cheerily. “Must have been mistaken. But I’d love that salad now, thanks.”
Audrey’s cheeks flushed, and she shot up from the couch like she’d been burned. “Okay, I’ll be back soon,” she said in an unsteady voice as she rushed from my office. “I’ll make sure the salad is right, Enzo.”
“You’d better,” I muttered under my breath as I watched her dart away in clunky orthopedic loafers. Leaning back in my chair, I steepled my hands together on the mahogany desk and waited patiently for Audrey to return with my lunch.
She was back in less than five minutes, pink and blushing and sweating. “I ran up the stairs,” Audrey said, panting as she handed me the salad. “The elevators were down, or had a long line, or something.”
I chuckled. “Audrey, don’t feel that you have to exert yourself like that.” I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the salad. “This looks good. But a little less oil and vinegar on the side for next time, please.”
Audrey bit her lip and nodded. She smiled at me before turning on her heel and clomping out of my office.
I grinned.
# # #
The day was almost over when I realized that I needed to give Audrey some files to start annotating at home. I called her, but she didn’t come in. Frowning, I stood up and walked over to the door. Audrey almost never left her desk—she’d even asked my permission to use the bathroom during her first week. When I saw the empty seat spinning around, I narrowed my eyes.
“Audrey!” I called out louder. “Audrey, come in here right this instant!”
I didn’t even see her as she darted across the office and smacked right into my chest. She was much shorter than I was, and the top of her head barely grazed my chin as we collided. I was surprised to discover the feel of her body under all those layers of ugly clothing; she actually had an incredible body. She wasn’t heavy, but nice and curvy, with a big, firm rack. My cock stiffened in my pants as I wondered whether or not her ass felt the same way.
“Oh my God,” Audrey squealed. She leaped backward away from me, tripped over her own feet, and fell crashing to the floor. Her face was bright red the second her ass hit the carpeting. “Enzo, I am so sorry! I just stepped away for a second to check on those copies you wanted by the end of the day. Do you still need those?” Her voice was insistent, eager to please.
I shivered with sudden, uncontrollable lust as I imagined how eager to please Audrey would be in the bedroom. She was so submissive; so eager to let me dominate her in the office. I wondered how pliable she would be between the sheets.
“It’s okay,” I said carelessly, extending a hand down to Audrey.
She gulped as I waved my fingers in front of her face, blushing even more, and then finally put her warm, sweaty little hand into mine. My fingers tightened around hers and pulled her up to her feet. Despite all of the clothing, I was amazed to discover how lightweight she was.
“I’m really sorry, Enzo. I swear I’m not normally this clumsy. I really have no idea what just happened.”
I licked my lips. Almost as if by imitation, Audrey stuck her tongue out of her mouth and moistened her own soft, pink lips. I watched, feeling hypnotized at the sight of her plump tongue. She had a good mouth, not too full, but slightly wide and a little crooked in the center. I closed my eyes and steadied myself against my desk as I imagined that fervent little tongue working over the stiff head of my cock. I had a feeling Audrey was the kind of girl who’d lick away my precum without even being asked.
“It’s fine,” I said again. “And yes, I still need those copies.” Audrey turned on her heel. “And Audrey?”
“Yes?” She spun around, looking flushed and breathless. As I watched, she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked her lips again, swallowing hard. “What is it?”
“Come in here again at the end of the day, right before you leave.” I smirked. “I have something I want to go over with you. Sort of like homework. A small assignment that needs to be done, but I wouldn’t prioritize it over your current work.”
Audrey’s face creased. She licked her lips one last tantalizing time and then slipped out of my office.