Secretary Secrets (PM Interest)

[Naturestrikes]

Roxanne was a slut.

Or so, that was her name whispered amongst other employees. Wearing a short black skirt with heels that pushed her 5'2'' body a few inches taller, she didn't look dressed for the office. Especially wearing a white shirt that was too small and the buttons holding the shirt over her cleavage looked as though they strained to keep her breasts in place.

Working in the offices of a company that supplied industrial goods often proved difficult. Particularly with only two women working there, the other woman suffering a midlife crisis and seemed to take joy in displacing her misery in the form of bullying Roxanne.

''You look ... Revealed... Today, Roxanna.''

A normal comment from Gertrude, it seemed. Roxanne glanced over, grey greenn eyes narrowing at the comment. She wouldn't have been surprised if the 'slut' rumour stemmed from the woman's gossip.

She was already late in ringing a few companies and providing her boss with his coffee. She scurried to the nearest store, and ordered his cup whilst glancing anxiously at her watch. Ten minutes since the time she should have been in his office.

Shit.

With the coffee in hand, and a stack of papers tucked under one arm, she pressed the phone to her ear and tried to explain to her brother that she might be late to his birthday meal that night. She arrived at the office finally, looked her boss in the eye and set down his cup.

''Apologies on being late, sir.'' Her chestnut locks were ruffled from the wind outside. She noticed her boss's eyes were brazenly not meeting her face.

''Sir?'' she coloured a little, a hand on her hip.

 

[LordLuck]

Wilhelm tried to conceal his stare lifting another report from the pile before him. Under his small, reading glasses, the slightly older man thanked the heavens he was sitting down.

Damn, she's hot.

No wonder why Gertrude was pinching Roxanne with every comment. Jackson had already noticed. The other staff as well. Nobody filed any complains so far, the older woman was far too discreet to openly smack-talk his secretary. Creating a scene in the office wouldn't work at all.

Poor Gertrude, though. Her husband had a stroke last month, and since then she was being miserable to everyone in the same room as hers. But it was not of his bussiness.

"I'm glad you apologise, miss, for you are awfully late.", Wilhelm accidly commented, turning the report upwards so to stare right through the paper over Roxanne's barely concealing white shirt.

Damn, the manager though again. I can see her bra under the shirt's fabric.

"Sit down, miss Roxanne.", he ordered in his gruff, low voice.

Wilhelm wasn't too older than Roxanne. Actually, he wasn't even six years older than his secretary. But all of his mannerisms turned him older. He was always serious, always unsatisfied, always stern. This morning, however, he was specially bitter.

"I do hope my coffee is still hot, otherwise that'd be another topic on our discussion, dear."

 

[Naturestrikes]

It didn't necessarily hurt her, receiving such comments from Gertrude. She merely returned the comment with a dirty look, her eyes narrowing and her lips pressing tightly. She didn't want to spur the bitch on with a reaction, but it mithered her even if she didn't particularly show it.

She gingerly sat herself down, adjusting her windswept locks to rest over her shoulders. She stared at the cup of coffee and prayed. It had taken ten minutes to get from the coffee shop to the office. There was a probability that it wasn't as warm as it should have been. Hopefully he wouldn't bitch about it, but knowing her boss she was probably in for a mouthful with that mood of his.

She saw his eyes scanning her chest and she felt a little self conscious. But also amusing.

''What is it you requre of me, sir?'' She asked, her hands resting on her lap. Her boss had a lot of paperwork to sift through. She could imagine his stressed self wasn't going to make her morning pleasant. She kept face and waited his words.

 

[LordLuck]

A lot, the manager thought to himself.

Reaching for the coffee, he lowered the report down into the pile. Before sipping, Wilhelm already knew it would be bitter. He sensed the warmness through the cup, and his frowed expression already told Roxanne of his stress.

"I have a lot of work sitting on my table, miss.", he motioned his arm over the pile, "And I do not really have time to waste hearing complains about your... manners."

He sipped. Too cold, too sweet.

"Shit!", Wilhelm spat towards the garbage bin. Now it had came to him.

"Roxanne, I'm really, really...", he took a deep breath,"...tired of this." Calming himself down, Wilhelm took out his glasses, leaving them over the pile.

"Some people of the staff are complaining about your... actions. This is the third day this week that you arrive late. This pile of reports here? I should be done with them yesterday afternoon, and now I have to read them all today because YOU forgot to deliver it."

He took another deep breath.

"And this coffee? Please, girl! I could get something better at the office's kitchen! Anything to say in your defense?"

The manager tried to look stern, but Roxanne's plump cleavage kept distracting him.

 

[Naturestrikes]

Her boss was right, there was an awful lot of work tto do and it didn't help with the work being delivered late. It left little time for completion, which put her boss under a lot of stress.

Her manners...?

Before she could ask, she jerked in shock as he cursed when sipping the cup. For a moment she thought he'd hurt himself or that it was poisonous. It took a moment to realise she'd brought him shit coffee, and that it would be another added thing to the list of his bitching.

''Look, I'm sorry, sir, I...'' She paused as he continued, her cheeks colouring a little. She didn't know what to say, and she was scared he was going to fire her. She bit her lip and mumbled, ''Please sir, I can change. I'll be on time!'' her eyes looked pleading, her hand on her big round cushy breast.

''Oh please sir...'' She whimpered.

 

[LordLuck]

Oh great. Now you've scared her.

Wilhelm took his left palm to his forehead. Shit. Ah, well... even though it was her fault, the manager wasn't really in the mood to lash out at his secretary. After all, she was the hottest he had ever employed.

"Roxanna, I like you. I really do. But I must be able to rely on you, miss. I can't have you arriving late and then have the rest of the staff complaining about how I do not take any actions. I can't have you late to arrive, nor late with the paperwork, nor late with my fucking coffee!"

He sighed.

"This can't go on. You see, I can't go easy on you. Gertrude is complaining about you all the time. Jackson is unnerved that I threatened him after he arrived late, but did nothing when you did."

"I must be able to trust you, Roxanna, to rely on you. As you must trust me."

He pulled his chain behind, taking a space before him and the desk.

"I'm going to test you for this trust, miss. Come here. Stand before me."

As Roxanna didn't move, he motioned to herself.

"Come. Now."

 

[Naturestrikes]

She calmeed a little as he continued to speak. Her soft pink lips pouted, and she tossed her hair to the side. She put on her puppy-eyed pretty face to aid her in convincing him to not fire her.

Of course Gertrude would complain. She envied Roxanne's youth, and it was obvious Gertie had eyes for Wilhelm.

''You can trust me, sir.'' She told him firmly, before he asked her to stand before him. For a moment, she hesitated. After seeing how Wilhelm's eyes were drawn to her chest, being so imposing would feel uncomfortable.

But it was a trust exercise. She didn't want to lose her job.

She pushed back her hair and adjusted her black mini skirt, walking around the desk and standing in front of him obediently, her back straight and her eyes regarding him with caution. She took a moment to let her eyes roam over his sitting form, and found her mind wandering as to whether he had a big cock or not...

Snap out of it!

She shook her head, then asked, ''Sir?''

 

[LordLuck]

Roxanne was really gorgeous. Wilhelm almost didn't blinked as she stood up and came to him. He noticed her eyes, and knew that she had took control of her fear... or had her? He had seen that face before... when Roxanna had begged a raise, weeks ago. She had an almost imperceptible increase of income... and perhaps he would call her for that. Maybe...

The manager slapped his own tighs, lightly.

"Sit on my lap."

He stared almost coldly right into his secretary eyes. He had eyed her ass - the miniskirt flowing around as she walked.

Shit. She was really hot.

"It's an order, miss. Sit on my lap."

 

[Naturestrikes]

''Sit on my lap.''

Her eyes widened considerably, a light pink glow spreading over her cheeks. She glanced at the lap that her eyes had just locked themselves on and thought about this. It wasn't really feeling like a trust exercise anymore. It felt a little weird being asked to sit on her boss's lap.

Still, she couldn't say no. He seemed so insistent.

She gritted her teeth behind closed lips and turned slightly, lowering herself onto his lap, her round ass nestling firmly against his crotch. ''Like this?'' She asked quietly, a little tense from the strange request.

This whole exercise came from a boss who obviously enjoyed the sight of her cleavage...

 

[LordLuck]

Roxanna acquiesced his request. Unwillingly. Of course she did. What were you thinking, Wilhelm? Are you looking to be sued for sexual harassment?

He couldn't act strange now. Actually, he had to remain cold and in control, less this situation would become much less pleasant.

But she complied. Good lord... she's so... soft.

"Exactly like that, Roxanna."

He couldn't control himself anymore. His groin started to bulge, his member complaining through the fabric of his trousers, quickly stiffening under his secretary's ass. And what an ass...

"But you're looking unconfortable, dear. You're... tense. Please, make yourself confortable."

He had not to adjust Roxanna over his lap, for she landed rightly on the spot. Still, Wilhelm laid both hands at his secretary's tighs, grabbing them hard and greedily.

"You must relax, Roxanna. This is a trust exercise. Show me how much do you trust me."

 

[Naturestrikes]

She might have been a slow, clumsy young lady... Sure, she arrived at work often with the wrong reports and often at the wrong time. It had taken her four times to get Wilhelm's coffee order right and Gertrude often referred to her as a 'wrapper in the wind', meaning she floated wherever the currents took her.

She sat down, albeit gingerly. She felt a rising pressure between the soft crease of her thighs, poking up against her skirt.

She wasn't that slow, or stupid. Her boss was aroused by this.

She couldn't relax, she stiffened with his big hands on her slender thighs. She pretended to relax, shifting a little on his lap uncomfortably. Her ass creating soft friction for his hard cock...

 

[LordLuck]

"Do not be afraid, Roxanna. I'm not doing anything you would refuse me."

Wilhelm forced her down on him, her ass sliding over his growing member, the rough contact almost making him mad. He barely supressed a groan as Roxanna adjusted herself.

"Good. Please, now tell me, what's in your mind, dear?"