Dijon sat comfortably in one of the two wing backed chairs in front of the desk. She had one knee crossed over the other, her short skirt showing several miles of her famous long legs. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and she kept tensing and pulling with her arms. She was nervous for some reason and it showed.
Her five person entourage was waiting in the outer office. That was part of the problem. She was not used to being alone with a stranger and it was said, Wild Bill Olsen was as strange as they came. He had not risen to greet her. He had just indicated the chair and went back to scanning the photo proofs on his desk with a magnifying lens. He made notes in the margin as he went.
The nervousness was beginning to edge toward anger as time stretched on. She was not used to being kept waiting. She'd had star statues for a very long time. She may have retired but she was still a famous and influential member of the clothing and entertainment community.
Then Dijon noticed something strange that shot her idle mind straight to the erotic. Bare female toes, at least they had pink polish on them, were sticking out from under the center panel of the photographers desk. Her mind supplied a young blonde female assistant on her knees under the desk giving the middle aged man seated there a blowjob.
Dijon smiled as she remembered a certain press interview she had give many years earlier as her boyfriend of the time had ate her pussy under a desk very similar to this one. How she had answered any of the questions coherently was beyond her now. She had ended the interview abruptly and had barely held off a monster of an orgasm until the last person had left the room. She and the boyfriend had spent the rest of the afternoon fucking wildly on top of the desk.
The tingling itch of her hard nipples rubbing subtly on the silk of her blouse brought Dijon's mind back to the here and now. The tensing of her arms made her shoulders move slightly and the silk material responded. Her eyes moved slowly from the toes under the desk to the front of her blouse. Twin peaks stood up clearly in the soft cloth. She wanted to rub her breasts but kept her hands in place.
Wild Bill Olsen sat the viewing loop aside and straightened in his chair. "Sorry to keep you waiting but I had to go over these while the subject was still fresh in my mind." He picked up the phone, pressed a button, and said, "Nancy, would you come get these proofs and send them to the client. I've marked my choices in red."
A moment later, the door opened, and a tall willowy blonde came in to get the proofs. Her long strides made the short tight skirt she wore ride up her thighs. The tight skirt also showed off her ass to perfection as she bent slightly to take the proofs. Dijon wanted to squirm in her chair but held herself in check.
As Nancy turned to leave, she smiled and nodded to Dijon.
Dijon smiled and nodded back. Then she turned to watch the woman walk to the door. Nancy was either a model or an ex model, her walk was so sexy and sensuous.
"She is stunning, isn't she?" Wild Bill asked with a grin after Nancy shut the door.
"Yes, she is," Dijon said as she turned back to the man behind the desk. "Is the young lady under your desk equally as stunning?" Dijon noticed that the toes curled tightly against the lower edge of the panel as she asked the question.
Without missing a beat, Wild bill replied, "In more ways than might meet the eye."
"Is she enjoying the blowjob as much as you are or is it the fact that she has been caught?"
"Both actually. She normally comes three of four times before I do, she loves sucking a dick. As for being caught, I think this is the first time she's ever been caught." Bill said with a grin as he looked down toward his lap. There was a deep moan from under the desk. "Yeah, it's her first time getting caught and she's coming her brains out."
Looking up, Bill asked, "How did you know? I thought I'd kept my face fairly straight and my voice level."
"Toes," Dijon said with a grin. "The front of your desk has toes with pink nails." There was a bump under the desk and the toes disappeared. Dijon laughed and added, "I was enjoying those toes. They were very expressive."
"This isn't something that has happened before except with Nancy and some of the staff going in and out. You are three hours early after all," Bill said. "We were having some lunchtime fun, if you get my drift, and we didn't have time to.... I hope we haven't offended you."
Dijon smiled as she reached up with both hands and caressed her full breasts. "Quite to the contrary, it reminded me of a time I did the same thing during a press interview. We didn't plan it either. It was one of those spur of the moment things. Quite satisfying but very kinky at the same time."
Wild Bill shifted in his chair and blew out a long breath. "Yeah, kinky is a very good word."
"She's still at it. I take it."
Bill nodded and sighed. "She doesn't give up my old bone until she's finished with it. That's how this got started."
There was a bumping sound under the desk followed by a soft moan. The toes with the pink nails appeared under the edge of the desk again. "How many is that for her now?" Dijon asked softly.
"Uh, one before you got here and three, maybe four small ones since you've been here," Wild Bill said with a far away look in his eyes.
Dijon pressed her thighs together tightly as she returned her hands to arms of the chair. Playing with her breasts in front of this man had shot jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. "It's a lucky young lady that gets to enjoy her work."
"She is definitely enjoying her work right now. She's doing her damnedest to get me off in front of you." Bill paused and looked down. Smiling at the person under the desk he said, "You gave yourself away with those long beautiful toes."
Dijon grinned as the toes in question wiggled and then grabbed the edge of the panel. As the person under the desk groaned softly, Dijon uncrossed her legs and then re-crossed them the other way. Her skirt rode up but she left it with three inches of thigh showing above her stockings.
"Do you eat pussy?" Dijon asked in a breathy whisper.
Wild Bill nodded as his eyes dropped blatantly and stared openly at the models exposed legs.
"Does your young friend under the desk eat pussy?"
Bill glanced down at his lap and replied, "Not since college, that I know of that is." There was a deep moan under the desk.
Dijon uncrossed her legs and moved her foot over as far as the arms of the chair would allow her leg to go. She felt the skirt slide up more and coolness touched her overly warm pussy. She never wore panties or a bra unless she absolutely had to and this was one time she glad she did not.
Wild Bill looked up and his eyes locked onto Dijon's exposed pussy. He groaned and licked his lips at the sight of her smoothly shaved outer lips, which were slightly parted, the pink inner folds exposed. Bill licked his lips again and whispered, "I think you two are ganging up on me."
Dijon grinned and wiggled lower in the chair, her legs going wider. "What makes you think that?" She asked softly as she moved her left hand over to rake her long red nails over her smooth plump mound. She raised her right hand and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.
"First off, there is this warm wonderful mouth doing all sorts of nasty things to me under this desk and then there is one of, if not the most famous model in the world, flashing me across it. So yeah, I think I'm being ganged up on. Not that I'm complaining, I might add."
Dijon grinned as she slipped her right hand under the open blouse and caressed her bare breast. Pinching and rolling her nipple, she took a hissing breath and then moaned as the middle finger of her left hand gently rolled the bundle of nerves above her clit back and forth.
"I wonder if she can get you off before I get myself off."
