He was sitting behind the desk leaning back in his leather chair. He pointed " Take a seat Miss Pearl"
His eyes flickered back to his laptop and he continued typing, seemingly ignoring me. I watched him type, each stroke of the keyboard firm and measured. His suit fitted him well and his broad chest strained at his shirt. I found myself wondering if his caresses were as firm as his keystrokes. I flushed as he suddenly looked up sharply and then went back to typing.
I sat quietly, trying not to disturb him. I was here for interview not to daydream.Uneasily I fidgeted in my chair.
Eventually he looked up." Bored?" he asked sharply.
" No.. no not at all" I managed to stammer, blushing.
" Hmmm" He closed his laptop and leaned towards me across the desk." Well let's see what you've got".
I blinked." What I've got?"
" Work, Miss Pearl. Your resume. I have the copy you sent."
" Oh". I smiled, feeling foolish.
He looked over the document and asked a few questions about places I'd worked and past employees.
" Shorthand?" I shook my head slightly " Well a little", I admitted ,"self taught though"
He had a presence about him that had me sitting on the edge of my seat, and I felt very unsettled under his gaze"
" Some would be useful," he affirmed ," but I'm looking more for a personal assistant than a secretary. "
He rose and walked around the desk. " Dictation" he announced suddenly, pushing a pen and notepad in front of me." Take this down."
He moved to stand behind me. I was more used to a tablet, but I like to rise to a challenge so I did my best. Nervously I wrote as fast as I could and my hand trembled a little wondering what he was doing.
" No need to be nervous, Miss Pearl" he said resting his hand on my shoulder. His flesh was warm through the thin silk of my blouse and I shivered as he leaned over me.The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as his hot breath danced over them and I took a deep breath to calm myself.
" Not bad" he said stepping back. " Do you always wear provocative clothing in the office?"
I looked down at my blouse and sensible skirt not understanding. Placing his hand firmly under my chin he brought me to my feet .Without taking his eyes from me he calmly tore open the front of my blouse, continuing until the blouse lay in shreds and discarded at my feet and my lacy bra lay exposed to his gaze.
He smiled at my discomfort. " Personal assistant " he reminded me.
He reached with the other hand and cupped my breast, stroking the flesh through the lace. Grasping my chin more firmly he pinched a nipple hard, smiling as I tried to protest through lips held closed by his fingers.
" Checking the merchandise " he said, deftly undoing my waistband and slipping my skirt down my thighs to join the scraps of my blouse on the carpet.
Leading me by the chin he walked me over to the side of the office chair. his hand grasping my face almost painfully. Sitting, he bent me over his lap and ran a finger down to my crotch, roughly fingering my lips through the scrap of silk I wore. With a quick movement he ripped downwards and the panties joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. His hand was warm as it roamed over my heated skin, caressing and stroking.
I was trembling now, though not with nervousness. I closed my eyes waiting for the touch I knew was coming.
" Stand up" he said suddenly, moving a step back.
Disappointed, I stood and he turned me towards him. Running a finger down my thigh and along my juicy lips, he took me by the chin again, and held it to my mouth. Before I could even think about opening my mouth or not he forced the finger inside and I could taste my juices mixed with his salty skin. I moaned slightly and he smirked.
" Almost ready " he said, apparently to himself.
My eyes closed, I sucked on his large finger, praying for more ,but instead he ordered me to get up on the desk edge. I felt him moving in front of me and he lifted my head to show me a thick wooden pencil in his hand. " Pencil holder" he said grinning,pushing the tip of the pencil between my teeth. " Here?" He removed it again, walking to the other side of the desk " or here?"
I gasped as I felt the touch of the pencil tracing my folds, exploring them, slipping in a little as the juice flowed from me. I flushed with embarrassment and shivered with delight.
He grunted, thrusting the hard cold wood inside me - only somehow it wasnt hard, or cold or.. Just as I realised it was his finger deep inside me he stopped and flipped me over, walking to the other side of the desk. I lay there, exposed to his gaze, my body trembling. I saw his hand reach for his buckle as he groaned " Little Miss Perfect". He spread my legs wide , deeply inhaling my scent and moving swiftly on top of me, his hard member rigid, and his face flushed with desire.
I didn't get the job.I'm not sure I even wanted it. But I got to know the desk intimately over the next few months, not to mention some of the other office equipment, and " Dictation" became a guilty pleasure.
I have to admit it was the best interview I have ever had.
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