Melissa sighed, leaning forward on her desk with a frown. This night was, to put it bluntly, a bunch of bullshit. Her promotion to regional manager was supposed to come with additional responsibilities, sure, but babysitting a store during its reset? This was grunt work. It was for an assistant manager to deal with, like that annoying Gabby who kept kissing her ass every chance she got. Or for the store's actual manager James.
But James was out with an emergency surgery, so it fell to his direct supervisor to be on-site during the reset. It fell to Melissa.
At the very least, the brown-noser was so eager to prove herself, she was happy to do the heavy lifting, leaving Melissa to mostly relax. But she was still here, a night wasted. A night she was supposed to be on a date, her first in months.
"Fuck," Melissa sighed, looking at her phone. One in the morning, still another seven hours until this ungodly shift would be over. She opened her phone, once again cycling through the same six sites she usually did, pointlessly hoping there'd be a new article to read in the dead of night; no dice.
She could walk the floor, make sure everything was running smoothly. No, of course it was, and she'd always hated when the district manager would wander the floors when she was an associate. Besides, micro-managing was clearly Gabby's thing. That, and kissing her ass.
'Mm, she is a good little ass-kisser, though,' Melissa thought, smirking. 'I bet she'd do a good job covering every inch, worshipping my rear, putting her little tongue to work-'
Melissa caught herself, shaking her head. This was no time for thoughts like that. Not on duty. Just because that butt-slut Ainsley could get away with it - obviously she knew how to get men worshipping her rear - doesn't mean she should entertain the thought. Not at her level.
But fuck it if she couldn't keep her thoughts straight any longer. She flipped through to her dating app, found the messages with Peter... the photos... the videos... all sent as she'd instructed, like an obedient boy. And though he'd accepted her rescheduling, assumed it was just her teasing him out more, she still couldn't come to terms with it herself. Because she'd needed that date.
She hadn't had a good fuck in months.
"Shit!" Melissa cursed, louder this time, slinging her phone down in frustration. Peter was going to be her reward. All the long hours spent earning this promotion, fighting and outperforming to prove her worth at the expense of anything resembling a personal life. And now the job she'd worked so hard for was getting in the way of her fun. If not with Peter, she should at least be alone in her bedroom with her toys. Instead, she was alone in the back office with nothing to do.
Alone all the same, though...
More wicked thoughts.
Melissa looked to the office door, shut. No window, or any way to see in on her. The desk she sat behind, meanwhile, was between her and the door, and there was no way to see what was going on under it; she gripped at the hem of her skirt. She glance over to her personal laptop, filled with all sorts of fun distractions in files marked discreetly and buried in unmarked subfolders.
Melissa considered for a moment. The only reason anyone should come back here was if there was a problem. And the way Gabby was trying to impress her? She'd only do so in a truly serious case. Odds were high she'd be alone in the office for hours. Free to do whatever she wanted. No, what she deserved. And even if someone came in, she could play it off, right?
Of course, as she opened her laptop, she knew the answer to that last question no longer really mattered.
As her computer loaded, Melissa stood up. She looked down, considering the outfit she was wearing. Standard office attire, really, something to fit her position: a whit, buttoned blouse under a black suit jacket, with a matching skirt that ran just to her knees. Stockings for her legs, heels below that. Normally, she'd have worn pantyhose, but she'd been dressed for her date when the call had come and hadn't bothered to change out of them. As she slid the skirt up her hips, she was glad for the ease of access to the matching black panties she wore below.
For a moment, Melissa considered losing her bun, but letting her dark blonde hair down would likely raise more suspicion than she needed. Instead, she slid back into the seat and lowered it, making sure she was only visible above the waist and spread her legs. The store's A/C sent a shiver along her body as the cold air breezed past her bare thighs, but she knew the growing heat inside her would make up the difference soon enough.
"Now what to watch..." Melissa muttered to herself, her voice dropping into a secretive whisper. She clicked through her different folders until one caught her eye and sent a smirk to her lips. She hmmed to herself as she clicked on it, a selection of office-themed videos appearing.
'Might as well indulge the setting.'
Melissa slid a finger along the edge of her panties as she selected one of her favorite videos. A brunette, dressed not unlike herself, was interviewing candidates for a new position at the company. The current interviewee was handsome, built, and eager to say the right thing. He was qualified, the brunette acknowledged, but was he willing to go the extra mile? He assured her he was as she stood and slipped around the desk. She would need proof, she said, leaning on the desk's edge in front of him, smiling at him as she started to hike her skirt up. The man was stunned for a moment, but he soon smiled, too. Anything for the job, he said, getting on his knees, submitting to the brunette's demand, slipping her panties aside and diving in to eat--
"James, you there?" came a voice with a sharp knock on the door. Melissa jolted upright, removing the fingers that had just started teasing inside of her and clumsily pausing the video. Fuck. Fuck! "James, it's Sam, I... oh!"
The door swung open on that last statement, revealing Sam, one of the store associates and Melissa's former coworker.
"Why knock if you're just going to barge in anyway?" Melissa huffed, still adjusting in her seat. She pulled extra close to the desk just to make sure her exposed bottom was hidden and trained an annoyed look on Sam. "What is it?"
"Sorry, Mel, I didn't know... I just asked Gabby if the manager was in, she didn't say it was you. Where's James?"
"He's out, so it's me tonight. Turns out a promotion isn't a full-proof way to get out of this bullshit reset after all."
"Shit, sorry you have to be here with us," Sam ssaid with a laugh, one that died quickly as her eyes sharpened on him. "Sorry, Mel."
"I'm your boss now, how about you call me Ms. Burton." It was an order, not a question.
"Yes, Ms. Burton," Sam said, his head bowing slightly.
Submissively.
Melissa bit her lip, her exposed pussy twitching at the sight. Maybe this situation could prove beneficial after all.
"Well, what is it?" she asked, allowing one hand below the desk to trace the sides of her slick entrance.
"I'd been hoping to talk to James about my vacation request. It still hasn't been approved."
"Is that so?" Melissa asked coolly. "Well, no reason I can't take care of that. Let me just see."
