A conversation between our intern Elise and another of my employees I overheard a few weeks ago clued me into Elise's concerns on how her internship was going.
She was a hard worker and I fully planned on recommending she get full credit in college for her work here, but she had also made a few mistakes. She had handled them professionally, and deserved credit for fixing them and learning from them, but still she worried. Should I recommend a C or lower to her college, I had learned, she would be kicked out. Her parents would be enraged. She was Chinese, ABC, but her parents were traditional and she feared their anger. Tiger mom and all.
I managed our small office, and had been professional, but a year of striking out with women had made me horny and angry, and up until a few days ago I would never have dreamed of doing what I planned on doing, but Elise started looking good to me. I started to feel her vulnerability, her concern that she might not make the grade.
So it came to pass on her second to last week on a Thursday afternoon I stockpiled some work for us that caused the two of us to remain at the office after everyone else had left for the day.
I summoned her to my office, asked her to sit in the chair across from my desk. I really hadn't thought of her sexually in any way for most of her internship, but as she sat there, hands folding primly on her lap in her black skirt, sensible but just above the knees.
"What's up, Tim?" she asked, leaning forward slightly. I took the time to let some inhibitions down and appreciate her chest, as it pushed again her blouse, a light blue, button up with small white polka dots. She had some curves to her, was a bit taller than average. I liked that she wasn't a stick.
"Elise, thanks for staying tonight. You're always such a good worker. You give a lot. I appreciate that."
"Oh! Thanks. I've really liked working here! I'm going to miss it when I leave next week."
"And we'll miss you too," I replied, "but I wanted to talk about your performance." I felt my trap starting to spring.
"Oh...Ok. I really do try my hardest. I know I've made some mistakes..."
"Yes, but everyone does and you're new here, with no experience. So that wasn't too much of an issue. So, I overheard you talking with some co-workers that you were worried about not getting a good grade from your work here..."
Elise blanched a bit, "Yes...I'm really hoping to get an A or B, Tim. My parents..."
"Asian parents..." I said, perhaps being a bit politically incorrect.
But Elise didn't seem offended, and instead rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "Yeah...I don't think I could face them. I'm only half kidding." Elise started to fidget a bit in her chair now, and was twiddling her fingers.
This was getting me incredibly turned on; I had no idea until a few days ago that this was something I'd want to do, but as it turned out I was on my way to fulfilling a fantasy I didn't know I had.
"Well, no worries, Elise, I'm recommending you get an A for your work here..."
"Oh my God! Thank you! This is..." Elise exclaimed.
"...but you have to be my sex slave for the next few hours." I finished.
Elise was silent for a moment, then laughed, "Nice, Tim." There was some ribald humor around the office, which she reluctantly took part in from time to time.
I didn't laugh though, but instead stared at her, deeply into her lovely Asian dark eyes. "I'm serious. Otherwise, it's an F."
"What the fuck, Tim?!" Elise replied, disgusted, and getting up to leave. "You can't do that, you even said I did a great job. Fuck you."
I got up, but didn't move towards her. "And you also made mistakes. Normal for an intern of course, but still mistakes that took up quite a bit of time to fix. I'm more than happy to give you that A, but if you want to leave, have fun flunking out of school, and dealing with your parents."
Elise hadn't moved from where she had stood up from the chair. "...I'll...just tell them that you creeped on me, Tim...I'll..."
"Your word versus mine. I have complete records of every time you messed up, every missed entry in our spreadsheets. Walk out that door and your life is ruined."
I had broken her. Her mistakes were of course run of the mill and excusable, but her drive to succeed and her strict parents had filled her with doubt. She was terrified of failure, and I could see it as she slumped back into the chair, defeated.
"What do you want me to do...what're you going to do to me?" she asked in a small voice. "I don't have a lot of experience..."
I smiled, coldly at her. "Don't worry. You just have to let me do whatever I want for the next few hours. I'll be gentle. Now come here." I walked around my desk and pointed to a spot on the floor right in front of me across my office where I had a couch. I sat, while she stood in front of me.
"Your mine, now, do you understand?"
Elise nodded, "Yes. Tim, this is awful, you know that?"
"I do, but being nice has gotten me no where this year. Now I'm going to do what I want. And what I want," I continued, taking out my phone, "is to do something with you I would never dream of doing in public. Keep standing there and spread your legs apart a bit and get closer."
Elise obeyed, until she was about an inch away from me. Seated, I put my phone between her knees, and took a few upskirt shots.
"Oh...my...God," she expelled, stiffly.
"That was fucking awesome." I responded, and started to flick through the five photos I had just taken. My dick was hard, but twinged a bit as I viewed shots of white panties swimming in the darkness up her skirt. "No pantyhose scope shot. Kind of sexy, although you're not really wearing the cream of the Victoria's Secret Catalogue "
"Gee Tim," she retorted bitterly, "If I knew you were going to rape me when I left the house this morning, I would have put on some lacier panties..."
Then just as quickly as she let that outburst out, she seemed to shrink a bit, and said quietly, quickly "areyougoingtorapeme?" As if she didn't want to know the answer.
"We're going to have sex, yes. And I'm going to shoot my load inside of you."
"Tim...please."
"Don't worry, I have condoms." Elise looked down at the floor, nothing to say to that.
Enough of this I thought to myself. I have to, needed to touch her. She was looking hotter with every second that passed. I got up from the couch and circled around her, until I was behind her. I gently tugged up at the bottom of her blouse, un-tucking it from her skirt. This was met with another gasp. "Oh, Elise, don't worry. I'm not undressing you yet. Just need to get a little bit more comfortable."
With that, I slid my hands down her thighs and around her ass until I was cupping her with both of my hands. I started to gently squeeze while massaging my hands around. It was a lovely little bump back there. Curvy but not overly huge, with just a little bit of give.
"Your ass is amazing." I purred. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"I guess you're telling me now," she responded, sounding weary.
