“Oh, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I started, quickly straightening in my chair, caught off guard by the young woman who’d just walked into my office. She nervously looked up from her papers, having just crossed the threshold of my frosted glass door, wide open for entry as usual. I rarely closed it unless the matter at hand was truly private.

“No no, come in, please.” I cleared my throat, locking the phone as I put it face down next to me. My last message sat unfinished in the text box, patiently awaiting the return of my attention. ‘I love you, mi Perrito!’ Lucas’ favorite thing to hear from me. I know how much he hated when I didn’t finish my texts to him, but I was a busy woman. He had to understand that, and if he didn’t, he would need to learn. Besides, I could apologize to him for it later. I also knew how much he loved my apologies.

“M-Ma’am, I have the reports you asked for?” I looked at the pretty brunette standing awkwardly in my office, half in the room, frozen on her way to my desk. Irene was her name, my personal assistant. New. Standing as though in the lion’s den and staring down the same fearsome creature. If I knew the other members of my personal staff in the slightest, they’d been telling her wild stories about me.

‘She’s a monster. She’ll eat you alive!’

‘Watch out, say the wrong thing and she’ll bite your head off!’

‘Good luck in there, Irene… No one ever makes it past their first week before she fires them!’

I appreciated giving a good ribbing myself and I knew the people that worked for me, hand selected save for Irene. They would only tease in good fun. I could see right away though, Irene had completely bought in to the rumors.

She stepped forwards timidly, approaching my desk like it was a ticking time bomb, her body language dripping nervous fear, face and chest flushed crimson. She held my eyes for a breath of a moment as she handed me a manila folder before they dropped to stare at the industrial grey carpeting. I worked my jaw back and forth at the display, my predatory response kicking in at the natural display of submissiveness. My thoughts strayed as I thought of leaping over the desk to chase her, catching her against the wall as I played with her, tested her limits…

Giving myself a mental shake, I took a steadying breath and opened the folder, waving for her to sit in one of the chairs arranged neatly in front of my desk. The reports were the same, dull, uninteresting but useful statistics of the company. The same reports I got every Friday morning. Most often utterly mundane. But… The labor of keeping up with all aspects of the company occasionally bore fruit. People could be very lazy. Managers getting too comfortable with their positions… Some decided to cut corners, problems West Valley Ag has suffered from in the past. Cutting corners was something I’d promised the board would never happen again under my watch as CEO.

“Very well, then please, report.” I said, my voice dull as I did my best to hide a distinct lack of interest.

Irene droned on and on, shyly glancing up to me from time to time with a nervous smile. I’d smile back reassuringly; it was her first day delivering the reports. I pretended to seem absorbed in her words but truthfully, I had long ago tuned out what she was saying, my mind instead drifting back to her body. She was on the plump side, thick. Her corporate suit hugged her frame tightly, squeezing her large breasts together under her low-cut shirt, ample cleavage on display. My gaze strayed down her body, taking in her rounded stomach and shapely hips, the high cut skirt just barely managing to cover the clasps of her garter belt. How very old-fashioned… I thought to myself. Her supple legs, covered in black stockings, were struggling to cross at the knee, her large thighs resisting the effort. The sharp 4 inch heel of her high-heel shoe danced nervously as it dangled on the tip of her toes. A simple black bow was pinned to the back of the heel. Cute. Adorable even.

It wasn’t long before I found myself lost in my daydreams, ravaging this beautiful female specimen, pinning her arms to the wall above her head while I stepped to her fore. ‘You are mine…’ I’d whisper in her ear after I nibbled my way up her chin, tasting the skin strung taught with pleasure against her straining jaw. Her skirt I’d hike up to her waist, exposing her milky white thighs, marred only by the thin black straps of her garter, kissed with pink roses at the seams. My sex, hard and probing, would find its way between her legs as I crouched, rutting my insatiable desire against her, my thighs around hers, pinning them, squeezing them, adding to the friction as the tip of my sex found the opening to her’s, and plunged deep as my body slid flush against hers. Her mouth agape, a gasp would slip from her, hitching in her throat as I sucked my pleasure from her lips. I’d start thrusting, grunting each time our bodies met as I…

“Ms. Perez? Uhhmm… Ms. Perez? Do you… Do you have any questions?”

I blinked, suddenly aware that I had been staring at the valley of her thighs where her folder sat propped against her leg. My lace underwear, all at once too tight, stretched across my growing member. I brought my eyes up to meet her gaze and let my bottom lip fall free from my teeth, where I had unconsciously been chewing on it. I smiled at her, hoping that my salacious intent wasn’t completely evident.

“Yes Irene.” I said sweetly, glancing at the clock. Nearly thirty minutes I’d been fantasizing about this girl… I heard her gulp from across the table as I settled my stare on her.

“Uh… Um yes. Yes Ma’am… W-what is your question?” Her head was tilted forwards meekly as she struggled to keep eye contact with me, her gaze flicking away again and again to dance across my body. Irene’s fingers clutched tightly on the folder in her lap as she nervously uncrossing her legs, wriggling her petite foot back into her heel.

“How has your first week here at West Valley Ag been?” The report I’d read later. There was nothing she could tell me that wasn’t in it already. So instead, I changed gears, starting with an innocent enough question. I didn’t make it a habit to prey on my underlings but… Seeing as I hadn’t hired this little morsel…

“M-My week? It’s been… Uhmm… It’s been great so far… Ma’am.” Sweat beaded on her brow as her jaw muscles clenched and unclenched.

“It’s so cute how you call me Ma’am.” I quirked a smile at her, looking coyly at her under my lashes, “It’s fine of course… But if you’d rather, you can call me Miss Perez. Or Miss P, or S even.” My gaze turned sultry as I gave her a half smile through my steepled fingers. “Or Señora…” I whispered the last, low enough that it would tickle her ear without understanding.

“Y… Yes, yes of course Ma’am. M-Miss Perez.” I laughed, filling the room with my throaty chortle.

My phone rang, interrupting me, the laughter dying as I frowned and glared down at it. I didn’t like interruptions… Checking the screen, I softened when I saw it was a message from Judy.

“Be out late.” Read the notification on my device.

Out late… I grinned as I formed a plan. Free for the evening tonight, it would seem. I looked back to Irene. The girl was all but shaking.

“Irene…” I rose from my chair, not caring that the bulge of my excitement under my skirt was clearly visible, and strode round the table. Cupping her chin in my hand, I raised her eyes to mine, holding her with my stare, a delicate smile on my bright red lips. “Relax Irene. You’re doing a wonderful job.” It was a soft command, and I watched as her shoulders relaxed. The fearful anxiety behind her eyes melted away as it did from the rest of her body. I felt her rest the weight of herself in my palm, like a loving dog resting its muzzle in its master’s hand.

I smiled again, “Bien mi Nina. Now…” I released her, letting my fingers drag slowly across the soft skin under her jaw, flicking her chin with my middle finger as I leaned forwards. “I need you to be available tonight… For your official first week’s evaluation. Very important. It will determine your future here at West Valley Ag…” I delighted in the fearful tremors that ran through her body. “Unfortunately, with my schedule as it is, I will need you to come to my villa. Normally I would conduct something as important as this in the office but… I have to leave early this afternoon to meet with prominent business members in the area and I won’t be able to conduct this vital evaluation here. In fact, since I won’t be able to return this afternoon, I will need you to do a few things for me…”

I rattled off a list of small but not insignificant jobs rapid fire. Nothing that really needed to be done anytime soon but… One thing I had learned over the years was how to motivate people. It wouldn’t hurt her to do these jobs; I wasn’t that petty. It would help her position at West Valley overall as long as she didn’t burn out, and it would help to soften her for what I had planned for her tonight.

Irene finished jotting down her notes as I hurried around the office, gathering my coat and a stack of files including her reports under one arm.

“I’ll see you at… Say 6:30 tonight?” I said, hand on the door frame as I looked back at her over my shoulder. I winked quickly and began to walk away, measuring my paces before I stopped, strode back to the speechless girl, and handed her my personal card. “Ah. Here’s my address…” With a final half smile as I bit my bottom lip, I turned and walked away, leaving Irene to marinate as she would on the events of the last hour.

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