Look at her. What a beauty. There may be hope for this one yet. I sure hope so, because the last thing I want to do to Penny is fire her. In fact, I’d really like to keep her around the office for a while.
I mean, those curves are dangerous. I knew she had something sexy going on underneath those clothes she wore in, but it’s more than obvious no one has taught this girl how to dress and show off what she’s working with. In her new outfit, she’s an absolute goddess. My bulge is threatening to tear out of my pants, and I’m practically foaming at the mouth like a hungry dog as I rake her physique one final time with my eyes as she stands before me, so helpless, so innocent…
“How much secretarial experience do you have?” I ask her. My question seems to jolt her like a punch to the gut or an electric shock. She’s scared of me. I guess I have that bitch Gretchen to blame for that.
“N-none,” she stammers. “Sir.”
“None?” She shakes her head, obviously ashamed. I thumb the buzzer on my desk. “Carlos, get in here.”
Her face goes pale. Seconds later, the doors to my office open and Carlos pokes his head in. “Yes, sir?”
“How did a girl with zero secretarial experience get this job?”
“Well, sir, you went through the rest of the applicants so quickly,” he replies. “And while she may not have any job experience, Penny here had fantastic high school grades and was offered a full ride to NYU—”
“High school?” I turn my eyes back to Penny, who now looks ready to run out of the room. “You haven’t even finished college yet?”
She shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“How old are you, Penny?”
“Eighteen, sir.”
My cock twitches, and my testosterone levels rise to dangerously absurd levels.
“You can go, Carlos.”
“Yes, sir.” Carlos slips out, closing the door behind him. My cock stiffens to full mast as I hear the latch click, signifying that Penny and I are completely alone. The clothes she picked out at Saks are absolutely perfect on her. The skirt hugs her thighs and hips just right, showing off a breedable physique that makes me want to bend her over my desk and pump her little pussy full of my seed before sending her off to do the rest of her work for the day.
She may have just bought that outfit, but I’m ready to strip it off her – everything but those Louboutin heels – and ravage her tight, young, innocent little body like the savage I am, while she looks up at me with those big, naïve globes and moans my name over and over while I give her the ride of her life.
That settles it. This girl is mine.
Even if she ends up being the worst secretary in the history of mankind, I’m not letting her go. I’ll keep her on the payroll just to keep her close to me. I can’t explain this feeling I have inside, but it’s like I’ve been waiting thirty-eight-years for her to walk through those doors, call me sir, and look at me with those eyes just begging for my approval.
And I’m going to give it to her. Because she deserves it.
“These are the ties?” I ask, reaching for the boxes on my desk.
“Yes, sir,” she says quickly. “I think you’ll like them…”
I open the first box and find a beige Bruno Cucinelli with diagonal black and white stripes across it.
“Good girl. You’ve got good taste. But I already knew that based on what you picked out for yourself.”
She stops fidgeting, and her eyes go wide as though she can’t believe what she just heard. With a quick double-take, she looks herself up and down. “You…you like it?”
“Do I like it?” I repeat, setting the last tie aside. I step closer to her, very close, close enough that I can tell that she stepped through a tiny mist of perfume this morning – not a lot, but just enough. And I like it.
“You know what I like about it, Penny? I like that despite having no secretarial experience whatsoever, and having never worked in an office setting, you clearly understand the balance between sexy and professional and managed to pick something out for yourself that tells everyone here that you are my girl and need to be taken seriously, but also shows me that you are drop-dead sexy with the body of a goddess.”
She reacts like an innocent girl should: She freezes, her jaw drops, and her eyes glue to me, wide and trembling like the rest of her body. I can practically watch her brain working as she goes through a list of potential responses suitable for her brand-new boss. But she can’t settle on one, and all that comes out of those plump lips that I can’t wait to have wrapped around my dick is, “Um…”
“Tell you what, Penny,” I say, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her with me as I back up to my desk. “Seeing as how you seem to be so good at doing what you’re told, why don’t you do something for me?”
“Y-yes, sir?”
“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me? Right there in front of me?”
I point to the ground in front of me as I spread my legs wide. Penny looks up at me for a split second, then without hesitation, she drops to her knees, never taking her eyes off me.
“That’s it.” I grin, rubbing my hard cock through my pants. “God, look at you. So, sexy. You know how hard you have me already, Penny?”
Her mouth is still hanging open. I can see the sweet pink flesh of her tongue behind her lips, nice and wet and ready. I’m so fucking hard right now I could hit a home run with my cock. My blood is coursing through my veins as I unbuckle my belt. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a girl this badly.
My buckle comes undone, and I reach for my top button as Penny kneels obediently before me. The Gucci blouse she’s wearing has a high collar, but I can tell she’s got some nice plump tits under that pricey white fabric, and I’m just dying to see them. But just as I reach down to cop a feel, the buzzer on my desk blares out like a foghorn, completely shattering the serenity of the scene. Penny nearly jumps out of her skin.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath as I thumb the button. “Yes?”
“Mr. Crown, your call from London is ready.”
I glance at my watch. “Shit, is that now?”
“It is, sir,” Carlos replies.
“Right. Tell them I’ll be with them in a second.” I lift my finger off the button, reach down and take Penny under the shoulders, and hoist her to her feet in front of me. She barely weighs a thing, and holding her like this makes me want to cancel all business for the day and just take her home with me and do terrible, filthy things to her until the sun sets.
“I have to take this,” I tell her. She nods her head immediately.
“Of course, sir. I understand.”
I have to smile. She’s so good. So eager to please.
“Report to Carlos. He’ll fill you in on how the office works, what your duties will be. I’m not sure how long this will take or what my schedule is like for the rest of the day, but hopefully I’ll see you later. If not, we’ll catch up tomorrow. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
She turns and heads toward the door, giving me the first view of her ass I’ve gotten in that new skirt of hers. And Jesus, what an ass it is.
“Oh and, Penny?”
“Yes?” she asks, turning.
“Drop the ‘sir.’ Just call me Jude from now on.”
“Yes, s—” She catches herself. “Yes, Jude.”
I nod. “Good girl.”
Christ, I think as she slips out the door. This girl might be the one.
