Andrew & Elsa: the Office Affair

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Part 1- Elsa

I love girl's night!

At least once a month, sometimes more, I get together with my BFF/roommate Heather, our work colleague Olivia, and my fiance's secretary turned friend Cassidy for drinks and gossip at Heather's house. I live with Heather-if you can call it that since at least five nights a week I'm sleeping at Andrew's place. Tonight we invited a newcomer to join us- Lucy- who was a new Beginner's Acting professor at Manchester University, working with Heather, Olivia, and me.

Tonight we were lounging in Heather's living room. Heather and Olivia shared the couch, Cassidy was in the armchair, and Lucy and I were on the floor. Each of us had our alcoholic beverage of choice and we were laughing about some freshman antics that one of Lucy's students had gotten into that week.

After recovering from a laughing fit Lucy glanced around the room. Her eyes caught on a vintage fur wrap that hung on the hat stand in the corner.

"Oh my god, is that a real fur wrap? Whose is that?" she asked.

"Oh, that's mine," I answered.

"Do NOT get me started on that mink," interjected Cassidy.

Heather and Olivia exchanged a look and laughed.

Lucy took a drink of her margarita. "Well obviously you have to tell me that story!"

We all chuckled and silently debated over who should tell the story of the infamous mink wrap.

I started, "Well, the mink was my grandmother's. She wore it in the 1950s and 60s. But after she died, I inherited it. I never wore it when I lived in the states. It just lived in my cedar trunk."

"Until that fateful day," added Heather. "Before they got engaged, Elsa visited Andrew at work, but she wasn't herself. She was Mrs. Eleanor Wallace, posh socialite and seductress."

Lucy looked intrigued. "What do you mean?" Lucy had met Andrew once or twice at social events, but didn't know him well. She knew he worked for a big law firm.

"Let me take over, since I was also a victim of this ruse," Cassidy chimed in. "I was in my first month of being Andrew's private secretary at Gordan, Fraser, & Moore and one afternoon a random lady calls asking to have a private meeting with Mr. Bennet. So obviously I pencilled her into his schedule. Then Elsa arrives, but she's got on a ton of makeup, a dark wig, and that mink wrap! She looked like she could eat me for breakfast. I was so intimidated that I could barely talk to her!"

I giggled and blushed, "I'm so sorry I did that to you!"

"I forgive you, BUT I won't forget!" Cassidy cackled.

"We spent an entire afternoon giving Elsa a makeover!" Olivia added. "She had this gorgeous brown wig and we did her makeup so thick she was hardly recognizable at all!"

"So wait, you visited Andrew at work?" Lucy was still trying to catch up.

"Yup," I admitted. " I showed up at his office in a disguise, under a false name, and then fucked him on his desk."

Heather and Olivia died with laughter. Cassidy nodded and Lucy's mouth dropped open.

"God, it was so hot," I confessed before taking a big drink of my white wine.

"But," I clarified. "He knew it was me the moment I took my clothes off. I mean, he recognized my body and my tattoos. So, it was like the ultimate roleplay fantasy."

"I, however, had never met her before!" Cassidy continued. "Andrew was my boss and I was totally convinced that he was having an affair with some woman in his office. It wasn't until that night at a G, F, & M banquet that I realised who she really was."

We all laughed for a long time.

Lucy finally spoke again, "Would you ever do that again?"

"Oh, I don't know. I mean, it was so fun, but I don't want to just do the same thing over again. I would want to surprise Andrew somehow."

The girls were all silent for a second, each pondering that.

"That wouldn't be hard to achieve," Cassidy said quietly.

We all looked at her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Cassidy took a sip of her whiskey ginger then continued.

"Well, I have access to Andrew's calendar and I have clearance to reserve conference rooms so...I could just put a fake meeting in his schedule."

We all stared at Cassidy in surprise at her offer to help with such an illicit activity.

"What?" she laughed. "Some days it's really boring in that office. At least this gives me something to do!"

We all laughed at that.

"So what do you think, Elsa?" Olivia asked. "Want to do it again?"

All the girls looked at me expectantly.

"Of course I do!"

The rest of the girls' night turned into a planning session for my visit to Andrew's office. Cassidy promised that first thing Monday morning she would find an open afternoon in Andrew's schedule and book a conference room.

I was so excited to surprise Andrew at work again. Doing it for the first time had been one of the most thrilling adventures. Andrew and I talked about it all the time and I know it fuelled dreams for both of us on nights we weren't together.

Our rendezvous was set for the next week after that girls night. Cassidy had really gone above and beyond in her planning. She'd booked the executive conference room and had put a performance review with Mr. Fraser in Andrew's schedule. I knew Andrew had absolutely no idea what was in store because he told me that night that he'd gotten a calendar notification of this unplanned performance review meeting.

"You always do well on performance reviews," I reminded him while pulling his arm around me where we were snuggled on the couch watching telly.

"Yeah, but usually they're only once a year and I have more notice that they're coming," he sounded unnerved. "Also, I've never met with Mr. Fraser; it's usually with one of the high ups in HR. Plus, that evening I have a massively important client dinner."

"Oh, right. The politician?" I feigned forgetting when in truth I knew exactly what he was talking about. He'd been stressing about it for weeks already. I was actually going with him to this client dinner; it was something that made me feel like an important, fancy lady.

"Yeah. Normally I would spend the afternoon prepping for the dinner, but I'll be prepping for a review instead."

Andrew seemed annoyed and nervous and for a moment I felt guilty, but I knew that he was fretting for nothing. He was great with clients and he was already as prepared as he needed to be. Ultimately, a visit from Mrs. Wallace would probably be the relaxing afternoon he needed before a big important meeting like that.

I slid my hand onto Andrew's thigh and tried to reassure him, "You're gonna be great, babe. All the partners love you and so do your clients."

"Well, it wasn't the news I needed today."

"I know, babe. I'm sorry."

Andrew was having a rare moment of complaining. But I knew what would get him back out of it. I moved my hand from Andrew's thigh to over his crotch. Under the nylon of his gym shorts I felt his cock immediately respond.

He gave me a knowing look and a small smile. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his shorts and gripped his cock which made him moan. His arm around my shoulder pulled me closer so his lips could touch mine. We kissed while I began to jerk him off. My tongue pushed against his and I felt his free hand grasp my breast over my sweater.

I moved my lips down Andrew's chin to his neck, giving some playful nibbles to his warm skin.

When Andrew was good and hard in my hand I pushed myself up to my knees on the couch.

"Should we take this to the bedroom?" he asked with a smile.

I pulled my sweater up over my head and kissed him again.

"No. I want you right here."

Andrew took a quick inhale at the idea of taking me right there on the couch and his arms wrapped around my waist. He gently pressed me down onto the couch kissing the exposed flesh above my bra. He gripped my leggings and dragged them down my legs along with my underwear and deposited them on the floor. Andrew stood for a moment; his cock, which I had stroked to full erection, was sticking out of his shorts, but he pushed them down his legs and came back onto the couch, settling himself between my legs.

With one hand he gripped my hip and with the other he guided his hard cock to my waiting opening and pressed in. I whimpered and loved the feeling of him filling me up.

Andrew got fully inside me and before he started to move he leaned down to cover my body with his. I gripped his torso and he put his hand through my hair.

"I love you," he whispered as he slowly began to move.

"I love you, too."

It was slow and sensual as we made love on the sofa, the sounds of TaskMaster playing on the telly in the background.

~~~~~~~~~

Three days later, I was in the back of Heather's car as she drove me downtown Manchester to the Gordan, Fraser, and Moore offices. Like before, Heather and Olivia had given me the full glamour treatment. My dark chestnut wig had a film noir feel and my makeup was done to the max with a thick, dark red lipstick, black false lashes, and an iconic Marilyn mole.

The car stopped in front of the extremely tall building and I stepped out on the hand of the valet attendant feeling the little flutter of nerves in my belly. Yes, I had done this before, but it was still thrilling and risky.

My black, pointed toe stilettos clicked lightly against the marble floor as I crossed the lobby to the elevator.

"Floor eleven, please," I asked as I stepped into the lift with a handful of men and women in suits. My red wrap coat stood out amongst a sea of black, grey, and navy and I felt more than one pair of eyes on me. Many stops later, the lift opened at floor eleven and I stepped out, the glass doors of Gordan, Fraser, and Moore ahead of me. I took one more deep breath as the door was opened for me by some intern in his wonky bowtie.

At the reception desk I gave my name, "Eleanor Wallace for Mr. Andrew Bennett."

The receptionist checked her computer monitor and picked up her desk phone to inform Cassidy that Mr. Bennett's next client had arrived. After just a minute Cassidy arrived at reception to escort me back to the conference room. I had warned her that she could not reveal that she knew who I was, but I saw the conspiratorial smile on her face as came into the lobby.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Wallace! Please follow me."

I followed Cassidy past the intern cubicles and past the hallway where I knew Andrew's office was. We made our way back to the executive wing and the very corner conference room. Cassidy pulled out a keycard to scan into the room. The door beeped and we stepped in.

When the door clicked closed behind us, Cassidy grabbed my arm.

"Oh my God, Elsa! You look incredible!" She gushed. She collected herself, but still had a huge smile on her face. "Okay," she breathed deep. "I will go tell Mr. Bennett that they're waiting for him. It will be just a minute."

I nodded my understanding. Cassidy gave me one more smile of encouragement before dipping back out the door.

With Cassidy gone, I had a chance to look around the room. As described, this was the nicest conference room in the building where the title partners held their meetings. It was in the very corner of the building and two of the walls were almost entirely floor to ceiling windows. You could see the entirety of oldtown Manchester with its charming Tudor buildings. Of course the focal point of the room was the massive conference table. It was walnut and black epoxy, custom made with the G, F, & M logo engraved in gold into the centre.

I made my way across the room, making sure to take in the Manchester view through those glorious windows, to the far end of the conference table. I stashed my purse under the table and slipped off the red wrap coat I wore. Underneath I wore only my lingerie - a black corset with lace accents and garter straps attached to insanely soft silk stockings. And of course, a teeny tiny thong to cover the ultimate prize.

I took a seat in the high backed swivel chair at the far end of the room and spun to look out the window. When Andrew opened the door, I didn't want him to know it was me until the final moment.

About sixty seconds after I sat down I heard the beep of the door and Andrew's soft footsteps into the room. The door clicked behind him and there was a long pause of absolute silence.

Finally he spoke.

"Mr. Fraser?"

That was my cue. I slowly turned in the chair to face him, relishing in the look of shock on his handsome face.

Part 2- Andrew

I hate performance reviews!

It would have been easier if I'd had more warning, but this one had been sprung on me. And to make matters worse, it was with Mr. Fraser himself, the CFO. Just what I needed, especially when I had other things I needed to prepare for too.

To say I was stressed when I woke up that morning would be an understatement. Truth be told I'd tossed and turned all the previous night, and despite Elsa's best efforts to calm my nerves the previous day, I was still on edge as I dressed.

Memories of a few nights before flooded into my mind as I tried desperately to focus on something more relaxing than what was to come when I arrived at the office. Just thinking about her hand sliding into my shorts made me shudder, but despite my best efforts my head was just too full of more unpleasant thoughts for those images to stick.

On my way to the Gordon, Fraser and Moore building I mentally went through my review prep once more, getting all my facts in order and bringing to mind all the business I'd brought the company in recent months.

By the time I arrived at the big imposing tower that housed the G, F and M offices, I was actually feeling a little more confident. I kept reminding myself I was good at what I did, and as Elsa had helpfully reminded me so often, the partners loved me. That helped, and I felt a bloom of love in my chest for her as I thought about cuddling up with my gorgeous fiancé whilst she reassured me.

"Good morning, Mr. Bennett," Cassidy, my red-headed secretary, greeted me with a bright and eager smile as I walked out of the elevator and down the hall towards my office. At least one of us was in a positive mood that morning.

"Good morning," I replied with a forced smile. "Anything I should know?"

"Your performance review with Mr. Fraser is at 2:30pm in conference room C. I've cleared your schedule this morning so you can prepare for it," she informed me, checking her computer briefly and then turning her smile on me once more.

"Thanks, I'm not looking forward to it," I confessed. "Any idea why it's with Mr. Fraser, and not someone from HR?"

Cassidy shrugged her shoulders and seemed to ponder the question for a moment. She was giving me no indication that anything was amiss, or I was being set up for something special. Looking back, I am amazed that Cassidy was able to pull off the ruse so convincingly. Maybe she should consider a career switch, and give the West End a try. My loss would be the theatre's gain.

"Maybe he wants to replace Mr. Moore with you as a partner?"

I actually laughed at that, the first time I had in days.

"If you're right I promise you'll get a huge raise in pay!"

"I'm going to hold you to that Mr. Bennett," Cassidy giggled before she became a little more serious. "I've put all the important files on your desk, I think that is all of them, but if you need any more just let me know."

I thanked her, and went through the door into my office. My mood had been lifted for the moment, but once I sat down at my desk, it darkened again. The stress I'd felt upon waking had returned as quickly as it had disappeared. A check on the clock told me I had several hours of free time, so I set about doing that all important pre-review busy work.

A quick check of the files Cassidy had piled on my desk and I was confident I had everything I'd need at hand, and after spending the next few hours in my office doing mock interviews with myself, and organising my files and documents, I felt I would be as prepared as I could be for what was to come.

In reality, as I would soon find out, I could not have been more wrong about that.

Those several hours seemed to both fly by, and last forever. I know that makes no sense, but honestly it is the best way I can describe them.

As I was reviewing my records and rehearsing my answers to any potential questions, I kept looking at my clock, and it would be only 5 minutes since I last looked. But when the knock on my door finally came at 2:30pm, it felt like I'd only just started.

"Mr. Bennett, it's time for your performance review. Mr. Fraser is waiting for you in conference room C," Cassidy informed me after knocking and opening my door.

Normally she would buzz me on the intercom about appointments, but for big things like this, she always entered my office to deliver the message in person.

"Thanks Cassidy, I'd best not keep him waiting."

I took a deep breath and got out of my chair, my heart beating fast in my chest. I was used to the pressure of dealing with high profile clients, so I shouldn't be nervous, but whenever I interact with one of the partners in the firm, my usual cool evaporates pretty quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it won't be nearly as bad as you think," Cassidy said, and I caught just the slightest hint of a smile touching her lips. For just a second the corners seemed to lift, but she quickly composed herself again. I was so focused on my meeting I didn't register it at the time.

Knowing Mr. Fraser was waiting for me - and he wasn't a man who liked to be kept waiting - I hurried across floor 11 and down the hallway. Using my keycard to open the door of the corner conference room, I stepped inside the big room, closing the door behind me, and was greeted by the huge table that dominated the floor space. Nobody was sitting at it.

I looked around at a loss for a moment. Then I saw the high swivel backed chair was turned to face the window. Not being privy to what generally went on in this room - since it was usually reserved for only the partners in Gordon, Fraser and Moore to use - I assumed Mr. Fraser liked to take in the view that the big windows offered as he waited.

I didn't want to disturb him, but he'd given no indication he'd heard me enter the room either. Finally I decided it would be best to at least let my presence be known.

"Mr. Fraser?"

Almost as soon as I spoke, the chair started to swivel slowly to face me. I took a quick inhale of air and put a smile on my face as it did so, but that breath just as quickly spilled out of my lungs when I was face to face with the occupant.

Mr. Fraser was an older man, with white hair and a severe, serious face, lined with age. The person in his chair was none of those things.

I was stunned into silence when my eyes met an absolutely gorgeous young woman. She had deep chestnut hair and wonderful long eyelashes, her lips looked incredibly pouty painted in dark red, and she had the most amazing mole that captivated my attention. It was like a movie star from the Golden Age of cinema had stepped into the 21st century.

If her beauty was breathtaking, her outfit was mind blowing. I was so shocked that for a second or two, I didn't even realise she was clad in only lingerie. Her silky flesh on display and accentuated perfectly by the black material of her corset, which covered select parts of her in the most delightfully sexy way.

"Hello Mr. Bennett," she said in a husky voice with a polished London accent, which fit perfectly with her film noir look. "You seem surprised to see me?"

My eyes dropped when she recrossed her legs, and my breath caught when I saw they were clad in black silk stockings and heels. My gaze swept from her feet, back up to her supple thighs and I noted with a huge jolt that garters held the stockings up.