“Did you see the legs on the temp?” Harry leaned out of his office to watch her disappear up the hall as he closed his coat.
“And those tits. She’ll go far in this company. “ John closed his laptop and stood to leave, jealous of whoever she’d fuck to get promoted, and aware that she’d make management before he would though he was obviously more qualified.
She smiled at everyone on the 4th floor making her way to the elevator.
“Working late tonight, Alexa?” Jay from accounting stepped onto the elevator after seeing her.
Alexa smoothed her short skirt and tossed her hair back, “Yeah, you know. Trying to impress the boss!” She beamed.
As the elevator stopped on the 6th floor Jay looked around confused, realizing he’d gone up instead of down. She patted his chest as she exited, “Have a good night.”
Alexa unbuttoned one more button and straightened the folder in her arms. She looked around at the names on the doors, she hadn’t been on the 6th floor yet, this was only her 2nd week as a temp.
She knocked on the glass and was surprised to hear a woman’s voice tell her to come in.
“Are you Kris Morgan’s assistant?”
“No, all the assistants have gone home for the day. What have you got there?” The woman stood, revealing a curvy figure in a black Vera Wang with pearls and a blazer. She sounded British, very high and proper.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Alexa shrugged and set it down. “It’s a variation I made on the Daily Sales Activity Report.”
“And you waited until now to deliver it? Isn’t that telling.” The woman opened the folder and looked it over. She was probably in her late 30’s, she was voluptuous and striking.
Alexa shrugged. “You know. I was hoping to meet the boss.”
“Yes I see.” The woman nodded. “After hours. Alone.”
Alexa was busted. She nodded. “Yeah, well. You know. Hey has anyone ever told you, you look like Jaqueline Bisset in The Deep?”
“This report won’t work, it doesn’t show net, it doesn’t show a Year to Date total.” She dropped the folder into the garbage.
Alexa said, “Well maybe that’s for Kris Morgan to decide.”
“I am Kris Morgan, you imbecile.”
“Oh!” Alexa looked startled as Kris moved toward the door and closed it. “I didn’t realize. I assumed-“
“That I’m a man. You came to get a leg up by getting your legs up.” Kris ran her hands down her body.“Heard a rumor that one or two temps went from this company to management positions at other branches? Heard that they were gorgeous young girls, that the boss liked?”
“Well… yeah.” Kris touched Alexa’s blouse. “I didn’t get this far in a man’s company without doing quite a few things exactly as the men do them.” She slowly opened the buttons, gently gliding her fingers in between the fleshy mounds of Alexa’s breasts.
“Symbiosis is a wonderful thing. We can both do for the other, we can both get what we want.” She pulled Alexa’s blouse down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Then she walked around behind Alexa and took off her bra.
Alexa smiled, aroused and pleasantly surprised. She’d never been with a woman before. This one not only spoke her language, she was gorgeous. And British.
Kris pushed gently on Alexa’s neck, leading her to bend over the desk. Her tight skirt riding up as she spread her legs, laying her hands flat on the desk.
Kris smiled as she looked at her bent over, offering her ass.. “Yes, I’m quite pleased with this.” She pushed Alexa’s skirt up so it hung around her waist, and she took the letter opener from the desk. It had a short sharp blade a long wooden handle.
Kris ran the blade point gently up Alexa’s leg to her crotch. “Love those shoes, dear. Dolce and Gabbana?”
“I wish. Knock offs.” She breathed heavier as she felt the blade against her skin, moving under her underwear.
“Demure feet. Size 7?” Kris’s voice was sexual and powerful.
“Yesss.” The elastic made a snapping noise as the blade cut through at the crotch. Tantilized, Alexa rolled her head back.
Kris stood in between Alexa’s bare legs and flipped the letter opener around in her hand. Tapping the wooden handle against Alexa’s pussy lips, she ran her other hand up Alexa’s back.
“You need a little bit of a spanking for that pathetic report.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Morgan. I’ll do better next time.” Alexa rolled her hips a little.
Kris smacked the handle against Alexa’s cunt lips. And again. And again. Each time a little harder. She waited letting Alexa’s pussy swell. Then she hit it again. And again.
Alexa was surprised at how wet she was. She spread her legs farther and held her bare ass higher hoping for more.
“That’s right, you will do better next time. Include the sales projections and last year to date’s actuals. And send it by email so no one else can claim credit. Send it to your supervisor, only cc me.”
“Wow, that’s a great idea.” No sooner had she said it than the sting of the wooden handle kissed her pussy lips again harder. Kris ran her hand down Alexa’s back, running her fingers through the crack of Alexa’s ass, down through her pussy lips.
“Well you can’t really fake wetness like that. You’re either a total slut, or you’re into me. Either way works.” Backing up a step she smacked each one of Alexa’s asscheeks with the handle and then ran it down her crack to her wetness.
“Now get on your knees.”
Alexa pushed the now wrinkled skirt that was hanging around her waist off and kneeled naked except for her shoes. Kris leaned back on the desk in front of her, hiking her dress up. She slid her foot out of her shoe, and pushed her foot inbetween Alexa’s thighs.
Awkwardly Alexa separated her knees around Kris’s foot and kneeled down again, lowering her pussy to the top of Kris’s foot. “That’s right. I want you to fuck yourself on my foot. Rub your pussy into my foot. Oh you are allowed to cum by the way, should you be so inclined.”
She was spreading her thighs trying to rub herself on Kris’s foot, humping like a little animal. She looked up and there was Kris’s pussy. She didn’t wait to be told, she ran her hands over the perfect mound gently separating the lips with her thumbs. As soon as she saw Kris’s clit she salivated. Lapping and licking at it, following her instincts. She explored the long line of the pussy crack all the way back to the taint. Kris leaned back onto the desk, not moving her foot from Alexa’s heavy wet cuntlips. She spread her legs and let Alexa find her way.
Alexa held onto Kris’s clitoris with thick suction into her mouth and pushed her thumbs back into Kris’s pussy. She ran them over the sides of the clit mound, up into the inner labia, into the soft heat, to the edge of the hole. Kris was wet, and the harder Alexa suckled on her clit, the wetter she became. Alexa kept pressing her thumbs into the opening, pushing them at the crowning hole. She could feel Kris’s body flexing and releasing, and in one breath she pushed, and both of her thumbs were up inside of Kris’s cunt.
Kris moaned, and her thighs trembled. Alexa fucked Kris with both her thumbs at the same time pushing them a little deeper, pulsing them a little back, deeper in and then pulling back, again and again. Fucking Kris with her thumbs as she sucked on Kris’s swollen aching clit.
“Yes!” Kris’s voice rang out for no one but them to hear.
The next morning Alexa sat in her cube surrounded by other various peons, assistants and temps.
“Come on Alexa, night security said you didn’t leave until midnight! Who the hell were you doing?” They nagged.
“I was working.” Alexa spied the company delivery man coming toward her with a shopping bag from Dolce & Gabbana. As he placed it in front of her, he opened the note to read it out loud. Alexa pulled out the shoes. Size 7’s.
“Alexa, Thank you again for staying so late to move all my old files down to the basement. Apologies on your heel getting broken on the steps. Accept this replacement as a token of gratitude for a lot of hard work well done. Signed, Ms. Kristine Morgan.” He handed her the note.
The others grumbled. “Wow, you really were working. And for that witch. Sorry we doubted you.”
As heads began to turn back to their own business, Alexa’s supervisor came up the aisle.
“LOVE what you did with the Daily Sales Activity Report!”
Alexa turned away smiling to herself.