"Stand still. Tom."
"Why, Sarah?" I started to say, but the last bit was muffled by her kiss. A quick glance upwards confirmed I was underneath the mistletoe at the office Christmas party. The woman of my dreams was kissing me, but I was too embarrassed to respond in kind. She ground her pelvis against my rapidly hardening cock. Her hug was more than playful. Her bountiful bosom was crushed against my sunken chest. My cock surged full of blood. I felt ashamed and frightened.
In my mind, I heard the laughter of our peers here at Imagine Excess International world headquarters- "Cube Farm Central", as we engineers dubbed it. As Sarah released me, however, I recognized that no one was paying any attention to us. The party was in an advanced state of disorder. It being Christmas Eve, the very married and totally parental had departed. A few staff members were sleeping or passed out in their chairs. A hearty and hardy few were still sullenly guzzling punch by the wilted buffet. Off-key renditions of seasonal favorites emanated from the farthest reaches of the cube farm. The door to the Inner Sanctum was shut- a sign that the Big Boss had found another trophy. The New Years promotions list would signal the victim- or winner, if you prefer to view play for pay as a fair game.
Sarah was not only gorgeous, she was talented. She was a supervisor in our little group, but had earned it on merit. She had served first as Acting Boss for months before getting the permanent title in mid year. Rumour was this was after she had been denied a raise three years running for refusing to join the Big Boss' 'Christmas Bone-us' plan.
Sarah was in line for the next spot, replacing her recently fired boss, to become the highest ranking engineer in the company- just one level below the Big Boss, and complete with private office, although next to Cube Farm Central. There was no other woman qualified, so water cooler betting was she wouldn't have to sleep with the Big Boss to get the job. Unless her male fellow supervisor traded the Big Boss a weekend with his ex prom queen trophy wife for the slot. Speaking of which, hadn't I seen his wife arrive a while ago? But I hadn't seen her in a while. I started to wonder of it was her in with the Big Boss. Not that I was really paying attention. Sarah was fair prettier than some plastic 'Barbie meets Britney' wannabe. Especially tonight, in the elf outfit.
Normally, Sarah wore sensible shoes with either a pant suit or a knee length skirt and very prim blouse. We had all been shocked today when she arrived for the party dressed as Santa's Fave Elf, in a skimpy short outfit with jingle bells on the toes of her stiletto heels, and a top cut in a deep V between her obviously braless melons.
Throughout the party, the guys had jokes about hoping Santa's would leave her under their tree Christmas morning. I overcame my stutter to say, "But her tits would get caught in the chimney." Boy was I embarrassed when I realized she had heard me.
Now Sarah was dragging me by the hand, I knew not where. As we passed by the file drawers, I saw four tangled legs sticking out of an alcove. I recognized the hosiery worn by Mrs. Trimble, the Big Boss' very proper sixty year old secretary. Unless I was mistaken, the shoes belonged to Ned the copy boy. I turned to watch, but Sarah whizzed me past very quickly. Before I knew it, we were in the vacant office, until recently occupied by Sarah's boss. I blinked twice as Sarah's half exposed boobs bounced in front of me with the door slamming behind.
"You were very naughty, Tom, saying that joke about my boobs earlier. And it's naughtier to stare at them now. Don't you know what Santa brings naughty boys?"
"A sexy elf?" I said, hoping.
"No, silly, a lump of coal. One as big as that lump in your pants."
I blushed, unable to take my eyes of her tits. I noticed that despite her protests, her nipples were tenting out the felt cups of the halter nicely. My alcohol fueled hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Sarah slapped them away from her chest with quite a bit more energy than necessary.
"Just for that, I think Santa wants this elf to punish you a bit more than just a lump of coal."
"Say what?" Despite my shyness, and Sarah's seniority within Cube Farm Central, her kiss, her outfit, and well spiked punch emboldened my mouth.
"Drop your pants and bend over the desk, Tom."
"Wha…"
Whack. Sarah's tiny hand flew across my cheek, the force spinning my face around, the nails drawing blood. "And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, come on, Tom – time to show me your mouse."
She emphasized her control by backhanding me the other way. What made the scene even more remarkable is that Sarah is a blonde sprite, barely five feet tall, fine featured with baby thin platinum hair. The spike heeled shoes tilled her pelvis forward, offering up her ample chest, but that, with her delicate features were all that really distinguished her from a tiny girl elf in the school pageant. The contrast was heightened by my physical presence- over six feet tall, big framed, beefy but not yet fat. I laughed. I was Baby Huey, not Rambo. But even granted that, being slapped around by this little girl-woman was ridiculous.
I was too stunned to react. Sarah scowled. Her bosom heaved excitedly. Any more motion and her tits would jump right out of her top. Her blue eyes bore into me like twin diamond drills.
"If you don't behave, no sugar plums for you. Now drop trou and lean against the desk."
This time I began to obey, but apparently not quickly enough. Sarah grabbed my arms and spun me around, pressing me against the desk. The warmth of her almost naked tits distracted me as her nimble fingers danced over my buttons, opening my shirt then loosening my pants. Her fingernails grazed against the tip of my growing cock. Her tongue slid down my cheek, tasting the drops of blood oozing out of the scratches. Her breathe tickled my ear as she mewed.
My pants slid to the floor. Sarah stepped back, forcing my hips to bend, my underwear covered ass staring up at her. Her hand whacked my butt. "Strip, I said."
I peeled this final layer off. My cock flopped forward, into a rigid ninety degree angle. I understood the expression 'hard enough to pound nails' for the first time. Jerking off had never made me THIS hard.
I turned my head, silently pleading not to be humiliated more than I was every day, just by being a minion in the cube farm where this goddess was the overseer. The silly elf costume, the kiss under the mistletoe all seemed weirdly out of whack with both her silent domination each work day and her forceful presence tonight. Of course, she had never been physical with me before. I had contained my lust within, and if she noticed me staring those days she wore see through silk shirts, stockings with seams, or skin tight skirts, Sarah had never let on. If anything, she had ignored me even more than she ignored Sam Waters and the other engineers with egos bigger than their Palm Pilots when they loudly and crudely joked about her being 'engineered by Frigidaire', or 'a beautiful waste'.
