Monday morning was back to the normal routine before the Mark saga began, Fiona was picking her own clothes and getting dressed in piece. When she came down she was still dressed and looked sexy as Fiona was now well used to knowing what was expected of her.
She drove herself to work and I'd given her no instructions to follow much to her surprise, and I'm sure Mark would be equally surprised when he went the whole day without getting something sexual from his manager.
It was a phone call that Fiona took just after dinner that caught my attention and unfortunately I just caught the end of it that went something like this.
".....yes Mr Mulherne I can stay later tonight it's not a problem.....ok I'll see you in my office at five fifteen...by now," she said before hanging up the phone.
I instantly thought this must be about Friday but Fiona would be none the wiser as she had absolutely no idea I'd sent the text to her boss, maybe he'd been over and saw Fiona in action? Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree.
Either way I was sat in front of my computer at five and waited like Fiona was for her boss to arrive.
He arrived on the dot, knocking once and walking in to her office with his usual swagger and air of authority even more prominent than previous times.
He let the door swing shut behind him and sat in the chair opposite Fiona with a big over sized smirk on his face, I knew then he'd seen Fiona in action on Friday and he was over here today for his turn.
There was a minute of very awkward silence and I watched as Fiona shifted awkwardly in her seat almost knowing something was a miss, and then Francis spoke.
"Do you like working here Fiona?" he asked.
"Erm yes Mr Mulherne....why do you ask?" Fiona asked clearly a little confused and apprehensive.
"Because if you want to carry on working here Fiona you'll come and stand here," he said pointing at the floor right between him and her desk.
"Erm....Mr Mulherne," she went to ask.
"You heard me, I wont repeat myself Fiona," he said oozing authority and power.
Fiona shifted her chair back and walked round to stand on the floor right in front of her boss and her desk.
Francis looked her up and down for a minute or more and the silence was clearly making Fiona very uncomfortable and she shifted on her heels in front of him until he spoke again.
"Take your clothes off," was all he said to Fiona.
"I...I'm sorry....," she stammered.
"Take your clothes off like you do for Mark Cross," he said watching and waiting, his gaze never leaving Fiona.
"I....I...don't know what..," she began to stammer again before Francis cut her off.
"Shall I put it like this Fiona, take your fucking clothes off or I'll rip them off you stupid fucking whore, I'm sure Mark never had this problem getting you naked on Friday before he fucked you did he?" he said standing up right in front of Fiona causing her to step back and lean against her desk.
"No.....Mr Mulherne," she said looking up at him pinned against her desk.
"I didn't think so," he said reaching out and easing her jacket from her shoulders letting it fall on to the desk behind her.
His big hands then came to the front and began unbuttoning her shirt that she's selected to wear, she didn't move or say a word as her boss methodically opened the five buttons on her top until it fell open as the last button was released.
He then pushed the shirt from her shoulders until that to joined her jacket on the desk and his right hand began tracing a line with his forefinger down from her neck in to the big void of her cleavage.
Still nothing was said between them as his same finger ran along the frilly top of her left bra cup until her moved downwards finding her nipple through the fabric with ease and then pulling it between his forefinger and thumb, he did exactly the same with her right boob before standing back and admiring her again.
"Take the bra off," he said and then waited.
Fiona lifted her hands behind her back and in a swift movement popped the clasp and her bra slid forward down her breasts stopping just above her nipples although half of her dark areola was now visible.
Francis again using his right forefinger pushed on the bit between her breasts on the bra enough for it to fall away and from her body landing on the floor between them.
"You have cracking tits Fiona," Francis said reaching out and cupping her right breast and then pulling her nipple and rolling it between his fingers.
"AH..AHHH," Fiona couldn't help but moan and Francis smiled and pulled her nipple some more knowing that she liked it and his smirk let me know that he was enjoying toying with Fiona.
"Now lose the skirt and knickers," he said sitting back down in the chair in front of her.
It was futile protesting so she reached round and unzipped herself and pushed her skirt over her bum and hips down to the floor before stepping out of it so that she now stood before her boss in her black heels and red French knickers.