Chris looked around the room, trying to remember the last time he actually was in it. When he and his now ex-wife bought the house, the room was originally going to be an office, and then turned into a kids room. Since the divorce, it became clear that it would remain an office for near future. This night, he found himself sitting being the desk on his laptop, killing time ready news articles on his laptop. He had papers spread across the desk, but they all had nothing but scribbles and nonsense written on them. He had on one of the two suits he owned and tried to loosen the tie up as much as he could while still keeping the businessman look going. The jacket was already draped across the chair but he was still dressed nicer than he had been in months. Just when he began to tap his fingers nervously, the door opened.
In walked Sam who had on her own business attire. She was decked out in a blouse with the top three buttons undone to show off an amazing amount of cleavage. Her skit went just down to above the knee and had on one of the few pairs of heels she owned. She had a small stack of more nonsense covered papers in her hand, which she placed on the desk.
"Here are the documents you asked for, Mr. Johnson."
"Thank you, Miss Thomas." Sam stood upright and bit her lower lip. "Is there a problem Miss Thomas?"
"No...well yes. Can I close the door the speak more privately?"
"Absolutely. Is everything Ok?"
"Yes, I hope it will be." Sam closed the office door and tugged on her blouse to expose a little bit extra. "So I've noticed that you have been spending more and more time in the office. You always leave after me and you are always here for before come in."
"I've just been very dedicated to work."
"And I respect that. That is why I love working for you. But I have noticed that you've been working really hard since your divorce, and I just want to make sure your personal life is as good as your professional. You need to remember to get yourself out there."
"That's very sweet of you, Miss Thomas. What do you suggest?"
"Well, when was the last time you just...went out and had fun with someone?"
"What kind of fun?"
Sam began to stutter. "Well I mean..." she began playing with her hair.
"Do you mean sex?"
"Yes! Because you are a VERY attractive man" Sam started rubbing his arms. "It would be a shame if you lost time in your peak."
"Why thank you for the concern. You are a very attractive woman. You have two...wonderful...eyes."
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson."
"You're welcome. However I feel this isn't the most appropriate conversation we should have. You are my secretary."
"Oh...I'm sorry."
"So I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for this."
"I'm sorry. Please don't fire me."
"I won't. But bend over."
"Really?"
"Yes, bend over my desk."
Sam put her index finger in her mouth and flashed the most innocent looking face she could. "If it means I get to keep my job, I suppose I could."
Sam rested her elbows on the desk and wiggled her ass in the air.
"What are you going to do to me, Mr. Johnson?"
