My next encounter with Claire was about a month later. She had turned 19 since then and I had recommended her for a full-time job as a coordinator in a different department with our company. I'm told she had backed down on her college course load to work with us full-time. To the wise elders it looked as if she might go husband hunting instead of getting a liberal arts degree right after a recession. Not the worst idea I've ever heard.
Anyway I was promoted to a V.P. spot that I rightfully deserved, not a lot of fuss just moving to a bigger office and mostly a new team. I also would specifically be in charge of Claire's group as my main responsibility. She seemed a little surprised to see me before the news was in wide circulation.
I'd seen her a few times after she swallowed my load in exchange for a W-2. Mostly just a polite wave. One time she was wearing a very sexy white silk miniskirt and some of those cork wedge heels girls wear in summer; she was bent over a cabinet and she came back up and saw me checking her out. She blushed a little, with an air of flirty response too. Call me old fashioned but once you've tasted my cum I don't get too bashful about admiring your physique. Nobody was around so I just gave her a boyish thumbs up and went on my way.
The next time was at a morale building happy hour session on a Monday. The whole office went to a local tavern and had a few drinks. I don't think anybody put together that Claire was under 21 and when the average age of the group is 50 the waitress didn't seem to even consider the existence of a minor.
Claire had a few Long Islands, clearly strong enough but not shots of tequila exactly. The hours dwindled on and most everybody else left. She was wearing some very tight black slacks, simple black heels, and a gray blouse tucked in to her pants. It was summer so she was sleeveless and you could tell she had a lacy white bra just peaking out from under the blouse material. [For an overview of her gorgeous teen body see Chapter 1]
I got up to leave and walked out to my car, a black range rover. By the time I had pulled in to reverse I saw her stumbling a bit to her own shitty compact car. Cute car for a 19-year old I suppose but I doubt if my knees would've fit in it. I realized she probably was about to drive a shade too tipsy for the law and rolled down my window.
"Why don't you let me drive you home. You look just a little inebriated for the road."
She looked up to register who was talking to her, gave a coy smile and said, "Not a bad idea. Plus you're the boss." She climbed in to the spacious interior of the SUV and buckled in. She leaned over on the arm rest with a flirting look in her eyes.
"As long as you don't try and take advantage of me, sir."
I laughed a little. Sure: fucking what would be a vice-grip, wet teen pussy is a great way to end the day but I really just thought not murdering a pedestrian was in everybody's interests in this scenario and wanted to get her home safely.
We didn't talk much, just the typical stuff about how she was liking the new assignment and what her college plan was now. She also only lived a few minutes away so when I parked in her apartment building, a few blocks from the college campus, I thought it had been a job well done and short commitment. She could easily walk to work and back to her car tomorrow. I was surprised when she took the initiative to step things up.
As soon as I put the car in park she leaned over the arm rest and placed a hand on my chest, "My roommate isn't home if you want to come up for a while."
I decided to play it off a minute, "Hey I just wanted to get you home safe. No need to thank me." I made sure to add a little rejection in the tone because, as I learned when I was her age, for whatever reason chicks go wild to prove themselves to you if you suggest you don't want them. Mix that with the Long Island Iced Tea cocktail and I was pretty sure I could've had this bitch ball-gagged in my basement getting paddled or cleaning up my house in a sexy maid outfit, with a butt plug just for good measure.
"Just keeping me safe huh?" Claire said, "I guess men your age are more protective. Like daddy's I suppose..." As she spoke she let her hand trail down to my crotch and she started gently rubbing my cock. "I kept thinking about you after...you know..."
"When did you think about me, babe?" I asked. My blood started pooling in my dick and she knew she was having an effect on me, but I remained in control here and wherever else we would go.