It's been a long day, everyone's ready to go home and relax. They're all cleaning up the office when Ben thanks everyone for their hard work and tells them they can go home for the day. Everyone except Paula, he needs to speak with her in his office.
Confused, Paula follows Ben into the back, walking down the hallway to his office.
She's only been working here as an intern for the past two months. She's hoping she's done enough to impress them into offering her a full time position at the end of the summer. A professor from school secured her this internship, something she's been grateful for everyday of this summer. She feels no jealousy whenever she's talking to any of her friends working for tips at restaurants or earning minimum wage.
Walking down the hallway among the back offices, Paula reads the nameplates on each door. They all went home hours ago, the back office feels practically deserted. They're all technically her bosses, but she rarely interacts with anyone in the back offices. Ben's her direct supervisor, these other guys probably don't even know her name.
Reaching Ben's office, Paula realises all of her bosses are men. While the majority of the front staff she works with is female, a feature she finds comforting, none of the women have been promoted to the positions that come with a private office. Paula makes a mental note of this, determined to change this and become the first female executive at the company by blazing a lucrative career after she gets her degree.
Ben holds his office door open for her and she takes the seat across from his deak. Paula hears Ben lock the door behind them as she crosses her legs in the chair.
"You've been here a couple months now," Ben says as he walks past her to his desk. "We've loved having you with us, how have you been enjoying the experience?"
"I'm loving every second of it," Paula says. "The girls out front have been great with me, everyone's been so welcoming. Hopefully I don't have to say goodbye at the end of the summer, I'd love to return after I get my degree."
Ben smiles at Paula, then casually puts his feet up on his desk.
"I'm glad to hear it. We could use more hard workers and we're always looking for new team members who are willing to do whatever it takes."
"Oh my goodness, I'd do anything to work here," Paula blushes. "Anything."
Ben's smile grows. Taking his feet off his desk, he leans forward and looks at Paula intensely.
"It's been a hot summer, how are you finding our dress code here?" Ben asks.
"It's fine," says Paula. "Pretty much what I'd expect from a company like this."
"Well, it doesn't have to be," Ben says. "I've noticed you take your blazer off on your lunch breaks, and I personally think you look fantastic in those tank tops you wear."
Paula sits up straight in her chair, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and very aware of the fact they're alone in this locked office. She glances out the window behind Ben's shoulders, all of her coworkers cars have already pulled out of the parking lot. Nobody wanted to stay a second longer than they had to.
"I also can't help but notice you're hiding quite the rack under our business casual dress code," says Ben. "With boobs like yours you should be flaunting them, not hiding them underneath some black Banana Republic cloth. Feel free to take your blazer off now, by the way."
"No thank you," Paula whispers, having a hard time believing this conversation is actually happening.
"Suit yourself, but with our customers I fully encourage you to show your tits off more. I can't imagine your cleavage would do anything but improve our customer service scores."
Ben stares at her for a minute, Paula can't think of anything to say. She's praying this is the end of their meeting, that she can escape unscathed, besides his inappropriate comments.
"Actually, I've changed my mind. I want you to feel comfortable around me. Take your blazer off." Ben's voice has changed. It's less understanding now, less compassionate, more assertive and demanding.
Instinctively, Paula follows her bosses command, letting the blazer slide down her shoulders and folding it onto the back of the chair behind her. She feels far from comfortable, feeling his gaze on her skin.
"Doesn't that feel better?" Ben asks her. "It certainly looks better to me."
Paula thinks she hears the sound of a zipper, but it must just be her imagination.
The AC in the office is on full blast, without her blazer on to warm her up, her nipples are beginning to grow hard. Ben leans forward in his chair, his eyes still focused on Paula.
When he starts panting, she realises what's happening and jumps up to leave.
"Stay," Ben shouts.
Paula freezes, her hand on the doorknob, remembering the sound of the lock. She turns around to look back at her boss. He's stood up from his desk, only a couple feet from the door. His penis is sticking out of his dress pants, his hand firmly wrapped around it and stroking slowly.
Paula bits her lip, the animal deep down inside of her impressed by what she sees. Ben's dick is thick, thicker than anything Paula's ever felt inside her before. It's difficult to tell with his suit still on and his hand stroking, but Paula thinks his cock must be at least seven inches.
Now that she thinks about it, she's kind of always had a small crush on Ben. What woman isn't attracted to a man with power? And Ben certainly has a lot of power over her. At 6'3' with jet black hair and a chiseled jawline, most women would call him the prototype of tall, dark, and handsome. He's the youngest executive at the company, proving there's a brain behind the tanned muscles and finely pressed italian suits.
He's one of those guys who cares about his hair, something she appreciates in a man. With all the time she spends making herself look pretty, it's nice to be with a man who puts in more than the minimal effort when looking into a mirror.
Not that it's that hard for her to make herself look pretty. Standing at a lean 5'5' with long radiant red hair that runs past her ample boobs, Paula turns heads wherever she goes, even when she enters the grocery store in sweats and a tank top. Her ass has always been on the small side, so outside of work Paula has a tendency to show off more cleavage to make up for it.
"Come over here," Ben says, seeing he's secured Paula's attention.
Reluctantly, she steps away from the door, taking a few steps towards him.
"You know there are a lot of girls who want to work here," Ben says. "You're not the only intern who wants to come back next summer. Not to mention all the girls we rejected for the internship program who have been begging me for a second chance to join our team. How are you willing to show me you want it more?"
Unable to take her eyes off of his thick, juicy cock, Paula walks over to stand in front of Ben. He stops stroking his cock, lifting his hand. Now Paula can see it's more than eighth inches, the base still hidden in his dress pants.
He presses his hand against her face, brushing her red hair back behind her ear. Paula can feel him playing with her earlobe as he does it, sending a shiver down her back.
"Show me," Ben says, putting pressure on the back of her head.
