The Upper Office

[TearsoftheWorld]

That's okay. I'm taking a break from being Bosslady.

 

[Mister J]

*slips in a pins a note to her wall*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*plucks the note and smiles*
Love you too, Mister...

 

[Lady Reiha]

Yes. Yes I did.
With my... Sick... Coughy... Self.
Erm.



Sorry, hun. *wetwipes Soru's head*

O_____________O



what's this about desks? And sloppy sick kisses?


*posts a poster on the wall too*

 

[jaF0]

white-almost-silver silk blouse, untucked, with one too many buttons undone, the skirt black and tight, hugging from hip, along thigh, almost to knee...one side slit in a way that only appears when I allow myself to slip into the chair and shows just the hint of what might be black stockingtop, taking far too long to cross my legs, the light glinting off the perfect black of my heels

Too long.

But it works if the slit is high enough and if the heels are high enough.

I also prefer the blouse tucked in to emphasize the narrow waist.

 

[Mephistophelily]

You were the first girl I ever kissed.

It was his doing. We were fighting in his car, joking at first... Til you used that word. You know I hate that word. So did he... And the look on his face... I still remember that. I think he thought I was going to strangle you with the seatbelt.

We kept fighting. Not so fake. I was pissed. You kept smiling...

"Will you two bitches just kiss and make up? I don't want claws ruining my car!" He was pissed too. Two girls fighting in a gay man's car...

"Fuck you!"
You were still laughing...
Until I took his suggestion.

You always had watermelon jolly ranchers. I could never stand them before. When I kissed you, that's all I could taste. That sweet flavor that lingered on your lips...

I remember you didn't seem to mind.
I remember you kissing back.

I remember him calling us more names... Calling his car the Converter.

And I remember you calling me that word again... and I know why.

I discovered I like a shot called Jolly Rancher in college. It tastes like watermelon.

You were the first girl I ever kissed.



*sighs, closing her journal and closing her eyes*
I hate that I miss you.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*tapes a picture into her journal*

The things a voice can do.
Sometimes it doesn't even matter what's said. Just the way you say it.
A recording of that voice, even without the physical contact... That voice, the one that sends shivers and aches through spines, makes thighs quake in need...
That voice alone can drive through you. Break you down and leave you begging.
The purr, the gruff tones. The depth and command.
That voice you know can pull you right over the edge.

And the right words...
...make it explode.

 

[Mister J]

*sticks a piece of folded up paper in her journal*

 

[Mephistophelily]

A mess.
Everywhere.

Papers left in corners, papers left on tables, notebooks and slips.

I should come up here more than I do. Boxes. Things like that. Reorganize.


May as well get to work...

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Groans and signs off the last few forms, sliding them back into their folders and slipping them into a drawer*

Oop, not that one. Ha. Need to buy a lock for you-!

*Right drawer. Closed and settled. Fingers tapping against the nicely graded Health Department note, debating a drink... debating a nap too.*

Ice.
Need some ice.
Too damn hot up here.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

I'm outside the window when I watch her come in. Dressed to the nines, that little pink and grey striped tie being loosened the only change in the outfit from her meeting with the Health inspector. She looks nervous, and tired. And Still working.

I've been a little remiss. Inspection coming up, has made me busy. But I've bought a new Air Conditioner. She could use one for the Office. I predrilled the holes. Attached my anchors, and screwed in the butterfly clip. The old Makita cordless somehow still working, even if it's battery is so old that my cell phone might have better. Industrial strength steel, stainless of course, and a weather sealant against the rain. A solid oak platform, painted for standards to match the building. Covered in a weatherproof varnish. No reason to let the bureaucracy find anything wrong here. She looks so warm. So hot. And so very... hot.

It's been a very long time.

The ladder gets chained up in the back of the building. The Air Conditioner in it's box. The gift receipt on top. And that long slow walk up the steps. Wondering what grade we received. No one could fault his kitchen, the seals on the AC. I even replaced all the pipe fittings to all our water supply lines last week. It's been exhausting. But not as much as it has been for her. She frets.

I stop with the AC on the bar to wash my hands and face. I won't get that smell of work, and the little bit of wood dust on the bar uniform off me. But I'll be clean enough to be presentable.

Walking up those steps is a long journey. Realizing the only reason there is no air conditioning in this office is I've never been up here. Better late than never I suppose.

"Bosslady. I brought you an air conditioner. It's been busy and all, but I figured you could use this up here. It's like a sauna in your office. "

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Hey, look who it is."

*Smirking as he stops at the door, large box in hand, his explanation for his visit announced. Sauna... Yeah. All the more reason I tend to avoid coming up here during warmer months. Place gets too hot. Spare clothes in one of the boxes can help to keep it cool... But still. Staying too long doesn't go over too well.*

"That sounds great. I see you've been tinkering about a bit. Did you see the good news? I've got a copy of it here, for the books and such. Guy was a nosey thing. We're rather lucky he didn't ask about additional supply areas." A light cough, a glance over brim of glasses. "Don't forget about the security cameras, Sweets. All the video... right here." A hand reaches out, tapping her computer. "Believe me, I've got some footage from things a long while back. And... more recent..."

*The mention of it being so warm up here seemed to cause the heat to want to flow even more. Another light puff given at the warmth, fingers gliding up to rub at neck, throat, down to undo a button from the blouse. The jacket was lost awhile ago. Far, far too warm for that.*

"Glad you found that, though. With the hot days so far, I was starting to think I'd be doing paperwork in panties come July...."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*That image was just overkill. The little sweat drops running down the curve of her neck, and her jacket already off. Her blouse just with one more undone button. And then that image of her. Watching scenes from past, Or what had just happened with his own visitor. Only in her panties, legs wide. Glasses fogged while she peeked over them. *

*The box came down and I was glad that it could cover my front right that second. A simple slit and the AC is heading towards the window. Placing it carefully as he applied the glue. A few wooden slats. I don't want her to have cool air at the price of dealing with mosquitoes.*

"That probably is good then. So you saw that I brought a visitor?"

*What was it about the boss that made my knees so jelly like. I'd just had a visitor downstairs, and there was none of this. She'd come for me and we'd enjoyed heavily. I wasn't tripping over my tongue like a tenth grader. But not many people were my boss. No one else in fact was. The AC rumbled on, with the fan on high.*

"Well it'll be cooler in your office now. But I don't think any one would complain if you were still doing paperwork in panties come July. And whatever beats the heat right?"

*I would not mind, I meant. Not one bit. Stepping behind her. In that chair. A much comfier one than the one downstairs but a chair nonetheless. Did the Bosslady still keep handcuffs in the lower drawer? hands touching her shoulders, and rubbing soft. Just so gently for now. A real massage, as my hands just move down her shoulders. My gaze just travels down the lines of her body, to her open blouse.*

"But I don't think watching home movies is helping with your heat problem."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I tend to peek." A little confession, a smirk given at him as he clicked on the new installation. Already the cool air was starting to drop the temperature, a relieved sigh leaving my lips as the breeze starts to creep over as he passes in front of it.* "Not telling you that you can't do it again. I gave you a key, the place is your second home too. Do with it as you wish. Just, ah. Make sure I don't get any fun voicemails from neighbors, okay?"

The unit works wonderfully, but does little on the thirst I'd picked up. I have a little fridge up here, but certainly not as extensive a selection as downstairs. Just a few personal favorites in tiny form, a small ice maker, and bottles of water. There's a momentary debate on grabbing a water bottle-

-Until he starts the massage.
"Ohhhh my god I need that."

Slinking into the chair a bit more, nearly putty in his touch.
"Mm. Yeah, I think you're right. If anything, it makes troubles worse. Even with the nice coolness you just gave me... I might be causing those phonecalls myself. As for the undies and files... What I do in my office is my own business, right? Just those who make their way up here need to worry about that...."

Right there. The spot that's been driving me nuts.
My fingers clutch at the chair, my head leaning back a bit more as I close my eyes and bite my lip. "All the things I know you can do with your hands, and you still can give a backrub that's so damn gentle..."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Technically I give you the keys."

*Fingers press gently down against the sore spots all across her back, her shoulders, and sides. So tantalizingly close to her chest. I remember what we did the last time. Fondly. But behaviour. Good behaviour. My fingers dace. Press, sweep and gently unwind knots. Moving her forward slowly until I watch her little shiver. Her head back. Eyes closed, and lip bitten. So simply sexy. So beautiful. I want her. I always want her, but she makes me feel like I'm in tenth grade again, with a crush on my best friend. Not a bad thing. But not conducive to things like this.*

"Practice boss. And I try hard."

*My hands gently grab her breasts through the blouse, her bra. My lips closing on hers. Upside down, tasting her lips, and sinking, a soft kiss at her cheek, to her neck. My hands gentle. So gentle when they squeeze, when my fingers push down from the top under the blouse. So quick when they spread and pop every button.*

"We both work too hard. I'm gonna close this door of yours, and then that state of dress you were talking about is my worry. Cause I think we both need this."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Details, details." Something that gains a little laugh, a hand lazily waving into the air. God he's good. Makes a mind forget what it was doing. Another little moan, enjoying warm touches handling against her skin.

"Practice? I should do that more. Lots of th-"
Words stop with wandering fingers, palms against my breast, his lips against mine. A tiny little sound, a whimper, my neck nestled against the back of the chair as he drifts away. A roving hand, easily opening last buttons between eager fingers.

"I think... that is a very good plan." A gentle nod, kissing against his neck as he leans over, a little nip as he tugs apart the last button. The hand beneath him reaches up, dancing against his cheek, the other tugging at my own shirt. He wants it off? Off it goes. The skirt is already a wrinkled thing, pushed up from my position in the chair and its own hatred of staying still, more a wrapping of black cloth about my hips than the skirt it was supposed to be.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*It's torture to leave. It really is. But I need to. To close and lock the door to this office, and when I turn around it's worth it. the locking of the door is just punctuation for the soundless flutter of that shirt of hers is to the floor. Her skirt bunching about her waist like a little black wrap, petty pure white panties with a slight trim matching the plain white bra. Who needs lingerie to be sexy. My lily could wear a paper bag.*

"You are so damn beautiful."

*My shirt joins the pile of clothing on the floor. My belt, the tight white slacks. I kneel, and I'm still as tall as she is sitting. A kiss again. Hands to her face, touching softly, tucking red hair behind her ears. Stroking softly and down. To the fridge. The little icebox, for a small cube. Then trailed slowly over Hot lips. Down a lifted neck, and over her collarbones. Melting swiftly and followed by a tongue, until finally it dwindles and melts as I trail it down her cleavage.*

"Mmm. Leave the tie on."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*I think he likes to see me blush, pink coming to paleness. The words as he moves back being this about, my legs parting to have my knees on either side of him as he drops to his own for a moment. My lips find his with the kiss, a little purr of a laugh lingering into it from the tickle of his fingers against my cheek, made a bit worse by the pass of my own hair. My own hand runs along his neck, up to rub gently along his ear, tracing down his chin, a sound almost like a whine as he pulls away*

Hey now...

*Ohh. I see. To the fridge, something quickly grabbed up in his fingers before he turns back around, the chill rested against my lips and leaving a wet trail. The shiver passes over yet again as he moves the path onward, the frosty movement followed up within moments with a pass of his tongue. My legs shift, clench against him, a hand resting heavily on his shoulder. The mention of the tie gets only a 'mmph' in response, no longer even caring if the thing's there at all.*

"O-Okay then."

*I want so badly to just wrap my legs around him. Hold him tightly. I've been told my legs are stronger than expected... But at the moment, they're simply shaking. The hands do it instead. Grasp into his hair, pulling him up from the Follow the Leader of the icecube. Another kiss. Eager lips against his, fingers cradling against his ears, the anxious beat of my heart being pushed through it.*

"S-sorry. Just... Yeah. I needed that...." Whispered against his lips before letting go, a smirk staying behind.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"It's ok."

*That kiss, those words. Her face. Blush on pink pale, skin. Heaving breasts in my face while her heart beats just as fast as mine. Hands releasing my head from anxious grabs.*

"I did too"

*For any one else I'd tease. Anyone else I'd make wait, I'd stroke my face against their thighs, scratch my fingers down, and part them slowly. Kisses turning into nibbles till I pulled away from their sex. There is no waiting. No teasing. No sweet little whispers, no taunting questions, No growling dominance. Just my lips kissing the fabric of her panties directly. My tongue pressing against that layer. My fingers pulling them aside, so I can lap sweetly at her sex. So I can kiss her sweet, and sloppy, and simple.*

"MMmmaah"

*I can't talk. I can not do much of anything but press my lips to her sweet little honeyed hole, and push my tongue inside. Those hands are present now. scraping softly. The rough pads along the inside parting her thighs. Over the arms of the chair. Leaning her back. Ready to catch her if the chair falls. Fuck me heels dangling sinfully as spidery points look to latch onto the desk. Thirsty. And looking for her to quench that. Tongue pushing inside as my hands grip her hips, her bottom, fingers tight to pull her closer to me.*

"I need this. I need you."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Warm breath, wet touch- his hair brushing against my thighs as he readjusts along the chair's legs, against me... I can feel my jaw trembling slightly as he gives a momentary tease, nothing lasting too long before providing the true contact between us. A sharp little gasp at the feel of his tongue, tracing against me, a tiny laugh at the sound of his welcoming kiss... A little Hello.*

"Hi to you too...."

*The last vowel held out now, his grabbing hands wrapped into the chair, against me, pushing in- pulling close. First grabbing into thighs, legs that threaten to tighten, his grip keeping me from doing so as he presses in and explores. My own hands flail for something- anything- to grab, thrown off by his heated breath against me. Chair. Head. Grab. Handful of hair. Don't pull that- Am I pulling? I think I'm pulling. I don't think I can think.*

Oh my god...

*My toes are curling into those shoes as they press against the desk, no longer concerned on my own pulling fingers as his own dig into my skin. He's claiming everywhere. Pulling... I can only give in to both him and the throbbing ache he's caused so quickly. The hand on the chair lets go, quickly moving up to my own lips, fingers latching onto them as I groan.*

 

[chronicle_tenko]

More.

That's what I want what I think when I taste her again. When my tongue pushes inside her when those first few drops hit my tongue, I want more. I pull her closer and her hands tangle, gripping frantically at anything and everything. The chair arms, my head my shoulders my hair. Tangling. Pulling. That perfect yank of control, and desire.

"More. I want more, and these are in the way."

*Fingers grabbed cloth that's just pulled to the side and curl tight. The other hand against the other elastic edge. Then a yank and they snap. Simply tear like cloth and they come off. A ripped reminder on the floor. A look into her eyes, one that says we'll keep going now. Hands encircle her waist, her bottom, and I'm between her thighs again. Fingers spreading her lips to let me lap at the hood of her clit. Soft softly at those folds, and gently push two fingers into her. Old perfect territory. Feeling how snug she is, how tight, and wet. I lick again. Thirsty, eat again, because I am hungry. Until back to that hood I go. Sucking those little flaps into my mouth while my fingers explore. faster, faster. Pressing up, down, twisting softly and slowly in her as i come to kiss her. A hand on her head. Share, her flavour with her.*

"You taste so good."

 

[Mephistophelily]

*A blur of thought and motions, my head just about everywhere and still managing to focus on him. So many things at once- Don't stop Oh my god That feels so good I can't yank his hair out stop pulling stop pulling

*A sudden set of growled words, ones I barely have time for my head to really take in before he sets to act upon what was said, free hand grabbing and helping in tearing away the barrier he's grown so annoyed with. I only gasp, glancing over to see the ruined garment tossed aside, the look on his face obviously uncaring on this as he gazes back up. Yes. Okay. Good. Screw panties.*

"Haa-!"

*That. Right there. His mouth teasing my clit, his fingers buried inside. I'm a mess with that. He could say, do, have anything he wants at that moment. The pass of his tongue sends further shivers through me, those fingers of my own now being bitten, holding back the whine and whimper that he's created. They yank away as he straightens up, hand still resting against me, fingers driving on. Lips. Kiss. Yes. This. Hungrily taking his lips, kissing him deeply, taking herself from him.*

*A want to touch. Take. Too hard to think, he's making it impossible. A hand reaches out, searching for him. A touch, just a touch, just a little.... There. Found him. Fingers wrap against his length, a firm grasp as my thumb runs over his tip. A thank you, for now. Promise of repayment. As well as begging. Wanting. Hips rocking from the chair, nearly grinding into his hand.*

"CT, please..."

*Right there. I can barely breathe. My hand leaves him, clawing at the chair, crying out, my body clutching to his fingers, refusing to let go as I actually let go myself.*

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*Faster. Harder Pressing deeper, thumb reaching out to tease and toy with her clit, fingers curling to press up pinch down gentle, and then rub, Circling slowly fingers making a come hither motion. Directly over her G-spot. Rhythm breaking as her hand finds my cock, and gently begins to stroke back. faster, Until she lets go, unable to keep up. Clutching the chair as I hold her. Bra being pulled down.*

"Oh fuck."

*Faster. Holding her body so I don't worry about the chair. A hand on her pinning her for support, Lips finding a stiff nipple and licking softly teasing around it, and sucking softly. My body rocking along with hers. So close, I can feel her clench. Her little sweet cries.*

"Lily, you're so fucking beautiful when you cum. Cum for me."

*More. Faster. Harder. My thumb pinching down, rolling that sweet bud of her clit. Teeth just gently scraping the nipple in my mouth. More and more of her breast. I want this, want her to come, need to feel her squeeze and seize. I want my Bosslady to remember how beautiful she is.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*What is he doing Oh God I can't take anymore of this I swear I'm going to lose it I can't- All of it, everything pouring through my brain as I press into his hand, digits finding perfect places, his thumb driving me mad... A mix of gentle cries and little laughs find out from my lips, the curious mix I don't understand myself- nervous and happy, scared and blissed-*

"CT, yes- god-"

*Teeth and lips and a claimed nipple, too much- far too much. Gone. There. The laugh turned to a cry, a hand clutching to his shoulder as my muscles left my control, cumming from his probing fingers and grinding touch. My body couldn't sit still, like an anxious child. Thank god for his hands, his weight against me. Breathing- find it- try to breathe... don't go and faint, that'd ruin everything....*

"Holy... hell."
*Whispered words as I find breath, another little laugh creeping through with it. *

 

[chronicle_tenko]

*I don't stop, but everything slows down. Her bucking body, those moans, that call of my name. She's cumming. For me, from me, on my fingers.. I hold her. Tight. Thumb stopping but maintaining pressure. Fingers giving slower more careful flicks. the teeth on her nipple, become the tongue in her mouth. Kissing, Holding. Letting her buck and shake and come down.*

"Holy... hell."

"You taste more like heaven."

*Fingers trace down her body, from her gasping lips. Greedily looking for breath. Down her throat, drawing down through the tiny laugh. That sweet musical sound, like every good memory at once. Down between her breasts, over the swelling heaving hills. Snatching her unbitten nipple between rough fingers and pulling gently. Across her stomach and belly button. Then away. Ice. More ice. across her throat, until I crunch the cube. Then to draw a nipple into my mouth. Another cube. Across her collarbones. Down over the tops of her breasts, curving and drawing, between her breasts and then.*

Crunch

*Another hot nipple made harder by when the icy depths of my mouth sink onto it. Fingers still inside her, and only moving oh so slow. Drawing this out, bringing her lust back. A hand grabbing the tie and making her look at me as I stand up. Drawing fingers out of her. Wet sloppy, sticky fingers. Covered in ambrosia. Fingers brought to her lips. And left. for her.*

"You said please. I won't stop you if you want. I'll grip this desk of yours, and let you. Let these fingers in your mouth turn into something Thicker. Longer, Harder. Hotter. I'll let you."

*The other hand cupping her face as I bring her to her knees. Careful not to choke with the tie, but to guide and pull her. Wet fingers in turn taken to my lips and sucked clean from hers. Eyes looking right into eyes. Lust. Animal passions, that have nothing to do with prolonging the experience. And everything to do with proving beyond a doubt how desirable she is.*

"Or I'll throw you on the table. Hike that skirt back up, and Fuck you like you've never been."