“Miss Perez?” I looked over at Miss Perez sitting in the wing back chair. Her head was back, eyes closed, wine glass in hand resting at an askew angle as her wrist tilted away from her forearm. What caught my attention though, were the fingers at her chest, fiddling idly with the last button straining to keep her blouse closed about her breasts. I could already see… A lot… The Balconette bra she had on was white lace that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. It’s fine patterns were transparent enough to hint at edges of the large, dark brown circles beneath without completely giving away their secrets. Still… I could see the hard nubs of her nipples straining against her blouse. I gulped, heart fluttering in my throat as I tore my eyes from her cleavage and fixed them to hers.

“Miss Perez… Miss Perez, Did you want me to set up an appointment for next Wednesday with Blue Line Productions?” I spoke loudly this time, clearing my throat as I fought for her attention. Her eyes snapped open as she focused on me, her bronze cheeks kissed with claret.

“Ah… Next Wednesday. Yes.” She sighed, her hand falling from her chest as she straightened in her chair.

I gave myself a mental shake and added a reminder on my laptop as I put the file aside and pulled out the next. The pile was already nearly half done and it’d only been a bare half hour. At this rate, we’d be done before 8 o’clock. And then… I gulped, leaning forwards to take the next folder off the stack, feeling my dress tighten, tugging against my stomach and thighs. I opened, placing the folder across my thighs, noticing the frill of my stockings that had started to show. A hot, devilish heat inside me kept me from pulling down the hem of my skirt…

“Ah, this is the Greenfield account… I was a bit puzzled about this one.” I glanced at Miss Perez, making sure I had her attention. “The figures look off to me based on the other accounts I’ve seen. It still shows green for the average sales standard but something’s not adding up…” I surmised the account, and pointed out the particulars to Miss Perez. I was so focused as I pulled up the notes on my laptop that I hadn’t noticed she’d gotten up till she started pacing in front of the coffee table. “Oh! Uhm…” I started, distracted by her thick, muscular thights and prowling gate. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman was stalking prey. Stalking me… “Like this entry here. I-It’s listed as a sale instead of a write off. But I double checked the receipt. It is non existent, and was definitely not sold to anyone. West Valley disposed of this property in February, a write off, according to asset management.”

I looked up at Miss Perez and jumped when I realized she was standing above me, peering down at the folder in my lap. I’d gotten so lost in my notes that I hadn’t noticed the clack of her glass as she set it down on the table. I glanced up, quickly lost in the shapely swell of her breasts that hid everything but her eyes from me. But she was looking at the report in my lap… I took the opportunity to let my eyes slide down her tight body, marveling in the way the silken blouse clung to her tight stomach, how her skirt followed the swell of her hips as they ran down her legs. And… My breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on where the vee of her legs should have been. Instead, I couldn’t help but noticed a bulge under the front of her business skirt. A very… Large… Bulge…

“Uh, Miss Perez?” I gulped

“Hmm… Irene. I’m impressed with your diligence. You’ve caught something someone has been carefully hiding by the looks of it, trying to make their sales look better than they actually are.” My chest swelled with pride and happiness at the complement, despite Miss Perez’s voice turning cold and hard. Miss Perez suddenly bent over. Her hand found my thigh for support, palm resting on the frilly top of my stocking. Her strong fingers dipped low between my legs, shifting higher as she ran a purple nail along a line in the report, asking me to pull up the details. Just one more subtle shift and Miss Perez’s fingers would be caressing the fabric tucked against my already tingling sex. I could feel the wet spot against my lips growing by the second as my anticipation made me gush. I dared a glance down her open blouse, instantly rewarded by the bronzed globes tucked inside her bra, lacy edge scantily covering the dark brown nipples beneath.Fuck…I could see a fair bit of her areolae peaking over the top, inches from my face. It made my mouth water…

“Who is in charge of the Greenfield account?” My eyes snapped back to the paper as Miss Perez pointed a perfectly manicured index finger tipped with deep purple at one of the entries.

“O-oh, um… I’m not, not sure. Let me see.” I rifled through the pages of the report, multi-tasking as my fingers flew across the keyboard next to me. The thought that Miss Perez probably knew just who that account belonged too never crossed my mind distracted as I was.

Though I was sure at this point I wasn’t going to get fired, the other notion of the evening now hung heavy in the room. I could barely concentrate on the documents in front of me. Miss Perez’s hand was lingering on my thigh like a hot brand on the haunch of one of her horses, a thought that sent a giddy shiver through my body. The Perez brand on my body…

“Irene… Irene?”I shook my head… I’d only just met the woman and already I was fantasizing about her owning me! I gave myself a gentle shake, trying desperately to push my lusty thoughts into a box and lock it shut.

“Ahemm… Ssorry, uh… Walters. Walters is in charge of Greenfield and-” Sandra sat down, cornering me against the couch and the mess of files and equipment on the other side of me. My heart was in my throat. I could feel her next to me, pressing hard against my side, heat radiating like an oven as she casually put an arm over my shoulders. She crossed her hard, muscular legs, knee knocking mine as her foot casually caressed my shin.

Oh gods… OH GODS.

The carefully locked box trembled inside me.

“Hmm… Take a note…. Meeting with Walters. Subject: Full report on promising Greenfield sales figures Monday morning.”

“Y-yes Ma’am…” I didn’t even catch the subtle gotcha that Miss Perez was setting up for Walters, didn’t even think to spare a thought for the trap he would be walking into Monday morning. Instead my mind was near completely focused on Miss Perez’s leg rubbing against mine as my left hand flew over the keyboard.

Fuck… Backspace… More… There. Monday morn-

Miss Perez’s hand clutched at my shoulder as she leaned forwards, reached across me. Her breasts pressed into my upper arm, spilling out of the vee of her unbuttoned blouse. I glanced back at the nipples slowly working their way out from the edges of the bra and licked my suddenly parched lips as she retrieved her wine glass. Somehow, even as she settled back against the couch, her breasts remained cushioned against me. My core tightened, muscles working as the pleasure between my legs began to mount.

I was frozen. Again. Something I was coming to accept as my state of being whenever I was around Miss Perez… She was so casual, sitting there with her arm around me, chest resting comfortably against me, swirling her chardonnay. I jumped when her foot flexed, the smooth, polished leather of her high heel sliding up my stocking clad shin.

To my horror, a tiny moan escaped my lips. Eyes wide, I did my best to cover it with a demure cough and clearing of my throat.

“Next?” She turned to me, a sly smile stretching her plum purple lips.

“Next? O-oh, next, yes um…”

And so it went, for the next twenty minutes, Sandra asking me questions about accounts and meetings and details I felt ashamed I didn’t know yet. Though she seemed unfazed by my lack of knowledge, it flustered me and my mistakes grew, mounting until finally we came to the last page.

“Take your time Irene.” She soothed me as she pet my thigh.

Over stimulated nerves sent shocks of desire racing up my leg. I couldn’t help it when my thighs suddenly parted of the own accord, not wanton, but still an offering. As if accepting the unspoken invitation, Sandra’s fingers slipped between my legs, thumb massaging as she soaked in the warmth of me.

“M-Miss Perez-” I began but she cut me off, turned to me, her lips coming to rest so close to my ear that I could feel her silken skin against mine and her breath against my cheek.

“Please Irene. Call me Señora…” Señora’s fingers were suddenly against me, coaxing a moan from my lips as I found myself melting into a puddle of pleasure.

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