Screwing the Boss
“You sneaky bitch. What are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything. I need staff, you applied for the job.”
“No wonder your name wasn’t on the fucking correspondence. Did you think I wouldn’t come if I knew?”
“Oh I knew you’d come sweetie,” her eyes gleamed at the double entendre, “why do you think you were short listed?”
“Well, I’d like to think it was because of my professional capabilities.”
Kelly’s booming laugh crashed through Duncan’s defences.
“Look,” he said, careful not to raise his voice, “are you serious about this job, because if not, you’re wasting my time and yours, and if you hadn’t noticed, I need to get a job as soon as possible.”
“Of course I’m serious. Everything else aside, we worked well together, and I know exactly what you’re capable of. I need someone like you to help me turn this company around. They took me on to bring in fresh ideas and talent. Get this place out of the dark ages.”
“Fair enough. Let’s get this show on the road. I assume I’ve got the job?”
“Well, we need to conduct a proper interview or it would appear strange to the other staff. I need to assess your abilities.”
“You know damn well about my abilities,” he grumbled, “So why don’t you just get on with it?”
“Maybe I need reminding. It’s been some time, after all.”
Kelly stepped towards Duncan, a smile on her face. Duncan felt the familiar twitch in his groin. Fucking bitch, he thought, she knows just how to get to me. When they’d had disagreements before, she’d always won. She’d turn on the charm, turn on Duncan, and they’d end up having hot, angry sex, the argument forgotten.
Kelly stood in front of him, close enough for her perfume to invade his nostrils and encourage his hard on even more. Just as he was sure she was going to lean in for a kiss, a noise at the door had Kelly jumping away from him and sashaying towards the door, opening it to a struggling Fiona, who was carrying a tray of drinks. Duncan hurried to hide his erection behind Kelly’s desk.
“Thank you Fiona, would you pop the tray on the table please? And if I have any calls, take a message please.”
Fiona did so, and Kelly nodded, dismissing her. The door clicked shut. Kelly walked over and locked it, ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed. She turned to Duncan with a predatory grin on her face.
“Come on then Mr Steel; let’s see what you’re made of.”
Emboldened by the security of the locked door, Duncan stepped from behind the desk. His erection was clearly visible in his suit trousers. He took a step towards Kelly. She took a step towards him.
All the attitude slipped away as they looked at each. Kelly placed a hand directly on Duncan’s cock and moaned as she felt how hard it was.
“It’s been a while.” He uttered. “Seemed to have some trouble attracting the ladies.”
“They don’t know what they missed.” Kelly replied, then placed her lips on his, and kissed him hard, whilst stroking his cock through his trousers.
Duncan was already fit to burst, having already had one erection in the lift, and no sex for a long, long time. He returned Kelly’s kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth sensuously. He explored her warm mouth with his tongue, and suddenly Kelly captured it between her lips, and started to suck it gently, simulating a blow job.
Duncan’s erection, despite his belief that it couldn’t possibly, grew harder. He wanted to have Kelly’s tempting lips wrapped around his cock, not his tongue. He grabbed her pert ass and pulled her into him, and ground his groin against hers. Kelly smiled as Duncan’s movements caressed her sensitive nub through her clothes. Though she’d never let on, she’d been pretty short of sex herself, and the prospect of having Duncan make love to her again excited her. He’d always been a good lover and her favourite sessions were after they’d argued. The sex had always been extra hot then.
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