This is exactly why I prefer working with men. Which I know makes me sound like a female misogynist. But sitting in a room for hours on end while her perfume hits me like a wave every time I move an inch, is increasingly challenging at this hour.
We’ve been at this since yesterday morning. I have no power against the stale cookies left on the table from yesterday’s lunch. And I certainly have no power against this woman. Lauren Callahan. Her name is infamous even in this office.
I don’t usually go for older women. Not that I can “go” for her. She’s not technically my direct manager, but she is superior to me. And we’re in the middle of a pitch process. No sex is worth sacrificing a budget like this from a brand so recognizable. I won’t be responsible for the agency losing because I can’t control my hormones.
The rest of the team has gone by now, which I guess are the perks of being a junior staff member— you get to sleep the night before a pitch. I don’t mind though; I love the adrenaline attached to this process. It’s like putting on a show for some sorry corporate assholes who have too much money.
But I’m usually a lot more confident by this point in the process. The pitch deck is done, we’re mainly just finalizing the design before tomorrow’s run through. But tonight, I don’t feel confident. I feel like an intern who’s in front of the company president on the first day of the job.
“Slides 1–12 are done. Can you check them for me?” she asks as she looks up from her laptop.
I nod slightly, having trouble saying a simple “yes” as she looks at me with those stupidly clear, green eyes. Who has eyes like that?
As if reading my thought process, she gives me a slight smirk and looks down at her laptop again. I force myself to look at the slides in question, but I can vaguely feel her eyes back on me.
She’s probably just curious about me. She came to town from our Austin office and we’ve been stuck in a conference room for two days together. Which is a weird experience — in one way intimate and in many ways, not. I know nothing about her except that she’s an Executive Vice President and the company darling. Not to mention, she has perfect green eyes, and perfect wavy brown hair, and perfect plump lips, and perfect…. fuck.
Read. I tell myself again.
“These look good,” I say to her, chancing a glance up. She’s looking at me again.
“I think we can call it a night,” she suddenly says as she closes her laptop. “The design team will finish it up in the morning before the run through at noon.”
I’m slightly surprised by the abruptness. The deck is definitely looking great, but usually the pitch lead wants perfection before allowing sleep. I won’t complain though— my eyes are starting to swim with PowerPoint slides and though it might be empty, there’s an inviting bed at home waiting for me.
“Sure. I think we’re in a good place,” I respond.
She closes her laptop and stretches. I avert my eyes immediately because I know exactly where they would go. I only look once she’s standing since it would be weird to continue to look at anything but her at that point.
“Do you want a drink?” she asks.
I’m not sure why I seem to answer this woman in slow motion every time she poses a question, but I need to stop. It’s not a good look. I’m a Vice President here for god’s sake.
“Uh yeah, sure. Where do you want go?”
“I thought I saw a bottle in your office? Or are you saving that for a special pitch?”
There’s that smirk again. I can’t help but smile back.
“Well I was waiting for a contract from Dior, but I guess we can drink it now instead.”
“Dior does everything in house. And usually in French,” she sasses back.
I’m not sure why but this whole exchange makes my mouth dry. I stand up and follow her unbelievably sexy backside to my office.
One of the perks of working the agency grind is that HR is a little more flexible than many corporate jobs. No, they probably wouldn’t condone my thoughts about Lauren tonight, but they don’t mind if the VPs and above have small bars in their offices. I’m pretty sure some of the male VPs think they’re modern day Don Drapers with their monogrammed decanters and brown liquor (they’re not).
“Have a seat, you can take the nice chair.” I point to the chair behind the desk. I need to get the other chairs in the office replaced. I’m still using the hard, white ones that came with it.
“Not in your own office. Never let someone do that,” she says low. Instead of sitting, she simply leans against the side of the desk and watches me grab two glasses from my small office bar.
I suddenly feel a rush of confidence. If she’s going to flirt, why can’t I too? I pour the drinks slowly, knowing her gaze is on me. I gently and very intentionally put the blonde hair that falls into my face behind my ear. Women love my hair.
I don’t even know if she likes women. Not that it matters, I tell myself. I need to focus on what matters, which is the pitch we’re izmir escort working on and not the fact that her sexy smirk makes me want to rip her clothes off right here. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I know she does like women. And I know it does matter. Why does it feel like we’ve already crossed some line? Just from her smirk? Just from my intentionally seductive pour?
I hand her the drink and can’t help as I look down at her lips. And I don’t care anymore that I’m being obvious. As I stare, she takes a sip while one hand still holds her body up from the desk. And now I’m in an internal battle with my eyes, willing them not to look down at her tits as she swallows her sip.
Her mouth isn’t any safer to look at, but I can’t help but stare at the slight wetness left there from the bourbon. I try to capture it to memory as fast as I can. Knowing we won’t be alone like this again. Not here in my office after midnight on a Tuesday.
“Sit down,” she quietly demands as her head nods to my desk chair.
It was certainly not a question. And while it was said almost in a whisper, I move past her to my chair, not willing to mess up this moment. I can feel an unknown motive vibrating from her as her eyes follow me and I’m desperate to see what happens next.
I sit down and turn my chair slightly so I can see her better. For a moment we both just sip our drinks. I haven’t eaten since the lunch they brought in for us and I’m feeling the bourbon easily now.
“I’m glad I got brought in for this one. I’ve been hearing about you for a while and I’ve been curious,” she says as she tilts her head slightly. Appraising me.
The confession takes me by surprise. This woman is a god in this agency. She’s flown in from pitch to pitch, wins business, and then heads out to the next one. She’s one of the brightest strategic marketing minds in the world and has the accolades and respect to prove it.
How has she heard of me?
“You’re skilled at business development. I’ve seen the case studies from your wins. But I must say, in the room, you’re even more impressive,” she says in that low voice again right before she takes another sip.
“Thank you. I enjoy this part of my job,” I say lamely back.
She’s quiet for a moment again as she takes a drink, looking at me over her glass. Apparently, this is actually the company’s Don Draper. And I’m totally falling for it.
“Are you a bottom?”
If I had been drinking, I would have spit it out. Instead I uncross my legs for lack of anything better to do and give what can only be described as a mix between a nervous laugh and a cough.
She must be wondering where the articulate, confident strategist went that she’s been working with. Or not. Maybe she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Not usually,” I answer back honestly.
“Are you comfortable being a bottom?”
I simply stare at her for a moment before responding. For some reason, this conversation with her feels natural. Even here, sitting in the chair I sit in every day working, but I can’t say I’m surprised it progressed so quickly. Lauren Callahan seduces like she does business. Efficient, to the point, and successfully.
“Yes, I’m comfortable with it”, I tell her as she sits up from the desk and slowly moves over to me. She resumes her same position but right in front of me, so the desk is right behind her. My knees are almost touching her.
“Unbutton your shirt for me,” she whispers into my ear as she leans down and gently caresses my cheek. It’s both tender and hot. I answer by starting to unbutton before she even resumes her position and leans against the desk again.
Once my shirt is unbuttoned, she removes it from my shoulders, folds it and puts it on the desk next to her. She leans behind me and undoes my bra with an almost reverent touch. Before removing it completely, she leaves it where it is and looks into my eyes. I’m lost in her eyes for a moment before I realize she’s saying something to me.
My voice doesn’t even sound like my own it’s so husky with want for this woman.
“Is this okay baby?”
Her hands stay in the same spot on my bra as her intense gaze sears into me. I can only nod as her use of the word “baby” sends a jolt of electricity to my pussy.
But she takes that nod as consent and discards my bra. With an impressive amount of control, I do not possess in that moment, she carefully folds this too and places it on top of my shirt.
“You are so beautiful” she says as she takes in my body with her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about what’s under your shirt for two days.”
“I have too,” I say back, while staring directly at her tits.
She gives me her signature smirk as she laughs, “Oh, is this what you want baby?”
As she moves her hand to the bottom of her shirt, I almost can’t believe what’s happening. She pulls it over her head and now carefully folds it before placing it with my bra. Somehow the controlled and careful way she’s treating alsancak escort our clothing makes me excited and I can’t help but think back to her question about me bottoming. I’ve never been with a woman who commands a room so easily.
It’s not that I haven’t relinquished control to a woman before. But most of the women I’ve dated have been fairly vanilla and strict “roles” didn’t come in to play as much. Now I’m starting to realize just how much better this dynamic can be. Lauren in control is so very, very sexy.
“Take off my bra, baby.”
My hands move faster than even my brain, and in an instant, I can feel her warm, impossibly soft skin underneath my fingers. I brush her hair off her shoulders before lightly grazing them down her arms and to her back. I feel a rush of satisfaction at the shiver I can feel underneath me.
I’m now very aware of how wet I am. And I can feel my clit throbbing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it like this. It’s almost painful how turned on I am. Luckily, I’ve always been good with bras, even the annoying, front clasp ones, and her bra is off within seconds.
“Fold it, darling. We are not teenagers.”
I fold one side of the bra over the other and set it on top of the growing pile of clothes on my desk while looking up at her gorgeous bare tits. I can see it in her eyes that she knows I’m enjoying this. More than I ever thought I would. How she can make something so sexy and condescending at the same time is beyond me. The fact that I want more of it is even more disorienting.
All slow seduction over, she quickly moves in to straddle me and firmly grabs the back of my head and pulls it close to her tit.
“Suck,” she demands.
My tongue takes over and does what I’ve been daydreaming about for two days. I can’t help the moan I let out against her chest. But she seems to like that, letting out her own gasp as she feels the vibration from my mouth.
“Mmm. Do you like them baby?” she asks.
“Yes. You’re so beautiful,” I all but gasp back as I go back to devouring her tits.
I pull each nipple and let them go with a pop. Swirling my tongue back and forth I don’t even care that I’m being messy and nowhere near smooth. She doesn’t seem to care as she pushes her tits further into my mouth.
She suddenly pulls my head back and looks directly into my eyes. Her usually clear eyes are dark, her pupils huge and black.
“God you’re sexy,” she pants. “I want to hear you moan. I want you to come around my mouth. Do you want that baby?”
I nod with an open mouth. She leans in slowly and takes my mouth with hers and it’s only now that I realize I’ve never tasted a woman’s tits before I’ve kissed her. Until tonight. But tonight has many firsts. Just ask my poor, most likely scandalized desk.
But the wait for her mouth was worth it. I again can’t help the moan that escapes me. As our tongues slide against each other’s she can’t seem to stop her own moan from entering my mouth and it gives me another rush to know I can affect her too.
But then she’s climbing off my lap and I suddenly miss her body pressed against mine. The sadness dissipates quickly as I realize what her plan is. This woman wastes no time and I’m beginning to wonder how we kept things so professional until now.
As she nestles herself on her knees between my legs, she keeps her hands softly in her lap and looks up at me. Even here, in such a submissive position, she is wholly in control.
“Pull your skirt up, take your underwear off and spread your legs.”
At this point I’m growing excited by the demanding tone she takes with me. I’m not used to being in this position, but it’s natural with her. I do as she says in record time, even taking the time to fold my panties like I know she wants.
“Excited much?” She laughs as she gently strokes my bare thighs. “Don’t worry baby, I’m excited too. I can already see how wet you are for me.”
I obviously can’t see my own pussy, but I can feel what she sees. I can feel myself dripping for her. I resist the urge to touch myself to see. I have a feeling she wouldn’t accept that.
“Tell me what you want,” she asks as she starts placing small kisses and licks up my thigh.
It’s hard to keep my legs from shaking let alone think and speak, but she stops and looks up at me.
“Baby. I want to make you feel good. But you’re going to ask for it. Tell me. What. You Want,” she says slowly.
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
“And then what?”
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
“How many baby?”
“Two, and then three.”
“Mmm. Good girl. Say please and you’ll get your wish.”
By this point I’m going crazy just trying to control my body. Everything in me just wants to grab her head and direct it to my center. But I know that’s not her game. And quite frankly, it doesn’t seem to be mine anymore either.
She doesn’t say anything more as she dips her head and drags her tongue from my entrance buca escort up to my clit.
The first moan escapes me quickly and I let it. It’s sexy knowing we’re in this office with nobody to hear me. She seems to think so too because I can hear her own moan against my pussy.
She sucks my clit into her mouth, moving the tip of her tongue over it. And I know I won’t last long like that. I move my hips up and she seems to know I need more friction, so she releases my clit and begins a steady lick up and down my folds.
“Fuck, oh god. Lauren, fuck. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I can see the smile in her eyes as she looks up at me. “That is the point, darling. You may come.”
And with her words I come in seconds and scream her name as I fall over the edge. But I barely have time for two breaths post climax when I feel two fingers plunge into my pussy. She’s now almost at eye level as she pumps her arm, so her fingers go in and out.
“How does that feel baby?”
“Fuck! Good, another please,” I beg.
She answers with another finger and continues to pump in and out.
“Mmm you’re so tight for me. I love fucking you. The way you say please makes me so unbelievable wet baby.”
I don’t even care at this point that I’m just a writhing mess in my office chair. Her words mixed with the fast pump of her fingers is making me lose all sense of propriety.
“Harder. Please, Lauren. I’m so close.”
“I love that dirty mouth. Tell me to fuck you harder again.”
“Baby please. Fuck me, fuck me. Harder. Please!”
At this point I’m all but yelling. In one swift move, she pulls me up from my chair and puts me against the desk, so my stomach is against it.
She plunges her three fingers back in and fucks me from behind, pushing her body against mine with every thrust. Every time she thrusts deep, I let out a low, guttural moan, and I know I’m close to coming for the second time.
I grip the desk, pushing against it slightly so she can fuck me harder.
“Are you going to come baby? Come for me. Come all over my fingers.”
Somehow my body responds to her demand immediately and I scream as I feel my pussy tighten around her three fingers. She continues her ministrations but slows her pace as she brings me down from my orgasm.
She keeps her fingers inside me as I breathe heavily against the desk and she’s basically holding me up. The kiss she delivers to the back of my neck gives me shivers. She’s so gentle with the removal of her fingers, I can barely feel it happen. But I feel the loss once they’re gone.
This confident, demanding woman from two minutes ago is suddenly soft and gentle. She sits me down in the chair and helps me get my skirt down. She then buttons my shirt back up, so I look almost presentable.
I reach out for her, aware that she hasn’t had any release yet. But she gently grabs my wrist before I can go far.
“No. Tonight was about you. And it was amazing. Thank you.”
I don’t know what to say back because the truth is, I could fall asleep in this chair right now. This woman did something to me I’ve never experienced, and my body is screaming for rest. I can simply stare up at her and watch as she casually puts her bra and shirt back on.
Once dressed she reaches down and grabs my underwear off the floor, placing it in her pocket. She leans over me and whispers into my lips.
“This is what happens when clothing gets discarded so loosely. These are mine now.”
I know I must look like a mess in the chair and all I can do is watch her go, not even able to muster a proper goodbye. She turns back one more time once she reaches my office door.
“Don’t forget to save the pitch slides to the drive. See you tomorrow gorgeous.”
I’m not someone who can wake up easily. Even if I go to bed at 8pm, I will soak up every last snooze until I’m lying in bed coming up with excuses as to why I can just snooze my alarm again.
But this morning I wake up alert and don’t bother to hit the snooze button. I’m not surprised. I often wake up easily after a night of really hot sex and I remember every bit of last night. Flashes of Lauren’s sexy smirk and blazing green eyes cross my mind as I close my eyes and stretch. I can feel her presence other places as well.
What I am surprised about is how fast these quick memories send a jolt to my pussy. Like a magic wand touched me…only more enjoyable.
I pick up my phone and look at the time. It’s still early. That’s what happens when you wake up to your first alarm, idiot. I have some much-needed time.
I close my eyes as my hand finds its way under my underwear band. I leave them on since I know this won’t take long. I’m just so fucking turned on and probably never stopped being turned on since last night.
It doesn’t take long to get close to my orgasm. I move from lightly circling my clit to slipping two fingers inside myself. I want to feel full again, stretched. It’s not nearly the same, but as I remember her commanding voice telling me I can come, I do.
Fuck. That woman.
I leave my hand there for a moment, enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm. And it dawns on me that it’s been a while since I masturbated to someone I know. Someone I fucked already. Or who fucked me I guess is more accurate.