He wandered out, still in a daze. What happened? There had been that client, that gorgeous client, what a knockout! She’d made him a job offer, at one third his salary. Of course he’d told her no. Even if it was a job where he’d be surrounded by beautiful adult actresses. Perfect, erotic objects… No. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn’t even like girls like that, his girlfriend was Asian and perfect, petite, small breasted but gorgeous.

He shook his head again. Why did he say but there. She was gorgeous, who cared about the size of her breasts they were perfect. Like small plums. Plums goddammit, what were small plums anyway, he asked himself. Grapes? Dammit.

And that woman. God. Perfect everything. What he wouldn’t give to have sex with her. Just to run his hands over that perfect body even. Wow. Especially those full, heavy breasts. They’d been perfect, jutting forward without sag. Probably underwire. Yet something inside him said probably not.

He tried to pretend everything was normal as he sauntered over to his secretary’s desk.

“How’s tricks?” he asked her casually.

“I can pick up a roll of quarters without using my hands” she quipped.

“That’s a good one, means you can support yourself when I fire you.”

“You wouldn’t fire me, I’m the only one who can keep your girlfriend from dragging you out of meetings because you forgot to buy flowers.”

“It’s true. How do you do that?”

“I buy her the flowers you forgot and sign your name.”

“You’re amazing.”

“And you haven’t even seen me pick up those quarters.”

“Can you really?” he asked her.

“Sorry boss, you gotta pay to play.” She leered at him goodnaturedly.

Yet he blushed. Like a school boy. ‘What’s happening to me, he thought. Why does she look so good today? Meredith, his secretary, was wearing her normal red blouse, artfully unbuttoned to reveal cleavage without seeming to, and a black skirt. She had long legs in black thigh highs and short black leather boots. He shook his head.

’Why am I noticing these things’ he asked himself. ‘I work with her all the time, and she’s never had this effect on me. I’ve never had trouble keeping my eyes off all that gorgeous cleavage before. Why now?’ Meredith noticed her boss, Alex, gawking down her blouse. She pulled her shoulders back to give him more of a view. He was blushing, she noticed. Ohmigod he’s blushing she thought. I totally have him. He must be so turned on from talking to that client that he doesn’t have enough blood to think straight.

She smiled like the proverbial cat post canary snack and played with the button on her shirt.

“I’m sorry boss, was it something I said? I was just kidding, it’s not like I’d really take off all of my clothes and show you my trick, I mean not unless you asked me really nicely.”

He flushed an even deeper red. But she saw the bulge of his erection, noticeable in his tight khaki slacks.

“So what do you say we get a drink together before going home?” she asked, her voice a deep smoky purr.

“Nah” he choked out “I promised the girlfriend dinner.”

“You could call her and say you’re going to be all tied up and can’t make dinner. Who knows, it might even be the truth.”

He blushed even harder and she smiled wider. ‘I so have him’ she thought.

“I can’t lie to her” he said “she knows everything.”

“I’ll call and tell her” she offered, still playing with the button on her shirt. His eyes were glued to her chest. ‘Thank you Vicky’s secret’ she said under her breath. “lying to wives is what secretaries do best. Well second best, there’s still that quarters thing.”

He swallowed audibly. She couldn’t quite believe it. It was like she was playing with a horny teenager. She could probably get him to jump through flaming hoops at this point. Which actually sounded interesting come to think of it…

‘Stay on track’ she thought. “Just one drinky pooh” she cooed at him.

“Okay” he said. “Just one drink.” He was trying to play it cool but his voice broke. She pretended not to notice. She lead him off to the bar by his cock, figuratively if not literally so.

Nipples first and giggling she wafted into the bar. Eyes glued to the back of her tight vinyl skirt, he followed.

“I could do with some champagne” she said.

“Okay” he said. ‘Champagne, why am I buying her champagne?’ he asked himself. ‘Nipples’ he thought to himself in answer. ‘Large creamy breasts and a perfect ass’ he thought. He was incredibly turned on. ‘Cock in charge, go!’ he muttered to himself.

“What was that?” she asked.

“One glass, then I have to go” he answered coolly.

“Hah” she scoffed.

“Hah” he echoed.

“One glass and we’re just getting started. Now get me some champagne” she ordered him.

Dimly that bothered him. Even with as little blood as he currently had up there he didn’t like being ordered around.

“Please” she said laying her hand lightly on his arm. The warmth of her fingers seemed to sear his flesh. She batted her long eyelashes at him and he folded like a 99 cent card table.

“Sure” he said and flagged down the barkeep for some champagne.

A few drinks into the evening she headed for the rest room. Alex tried to think past his erection and the drunken haze creeping up on him. He’d gone through a period where he couldn’t say no to an attractive girl, his teens and twenties to be precise, but he was past that now. So why was he suddenly wrapped around his secretary’s finger? It was a puzzle he was in no condition to solve.

“I love a man in a suit” a new voice said.

He turned to see one of the bar flies, a thirtyish blond woman in a cocktail dress. It showed a generous amount of cleavage leading up to a mouth painted cherry red and enough perfume to hide the scent of husband hunting desparation.

At least that’s what an objective person would see. The condition Alex was in his eyes got to her breasts and all engines stopped. Not really true, he took in the lipstick and the desparation in a glance, but his eyes reversed back to her breasts very quickly.

‘Barslut’ he thought to himself. Yet that only increases his arousal. Something about the fact she was flaunting her assets so to speak only turned him on more.

She lit a cigarette and lifted to her lips. She inhaled deeply and blew it out. His cock strained in his pants. Rochelle saw Meredith, though she didn’t know the secretary’s name, returning to the table. She leaned into Alex and kissed him hard on the lips. He returned the kiss avidly.

A lesser woman would have turned away in disgust, or upended her beer over both of them. Meredith was a woman however, as previously stated, of many talents and hidden depths. She yanked the bar fly off her boss by her long blond hair and then slapped her hard across the face. The slap resounded throughout the bar and drew the attention of every male patron.

The bar fly threw herself at Meredith, taking them both down to the floor. They rolled over a few times till Meredith managed to get on top and stay there. She hit the blonde once hard across the jaw, the girl went limp and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then playing to the crowd Meredith pulled her hair again, raked her nails down the girls face and ripped the barfly’s shirt so her breasts spilled out. The bar broke up in a spontaneous standing ovation.

Meredith wandered over to Alex who was staring at the exposed breasts in rapt wonder. She slapped him hard across the face to get his attention and when he turned to her, his wide blue eyes welling with mute innocence and hurt, flashed him. He smiled with a child’s joy at her and she kissed him soundly.

“You’re coming home with me. I only live a block down. You’re far too drunk to drive” she told him firmly.

He just nodded and said “Okay.”

At her apartment the second stage of guilt pangs hit him.

“I should call Jane” he said. Jane was his girlfriend.

”No way” she told him. “You’re ass is mine for tonight and there are no phone calls aloud.”

He was getting more used to her taking charge. It was even starting to turn him on. She slipped off her blouse, standing before him in only her very sexy, brand name, Victoria’s secret bra and her vinyl skirt. That helped.

Her breasts were full and firm and the same coffee color as the rest of her. She was half Mexican and half anglo and chock full of hybrid vigor.

“How much do you want me?” she asked him.

“More than anything” he told her.

“Good” she said and kissed him, pressing her body tight against him. He cupped her breasts with his hands, circling the nipples with her thumbs. She moaned into his ear.

She cupped his ass with both of his hands and bit him hard on the neck. Alex moaned low at that. He pulled her skirt down and slipped his hand between her legs, over her panties. He rubbed his hand over the satin fabric, pushing it inside her as he slid his middle finger back and forth along her cleft.

“Fuck me” she whispered into his ear. She undid his belt buckle and his pants slipped to the floor. She gave his briefs a tug and his cock popped out, at rigid attention. He yanked her panties down and slid inside her, her cunt a moist caress for his cock.

He lifted her by her ass and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed him deeper inside her. He lifted her up till he was barely inside her and then let her drop, letting gravity help drive him all the way inside her.

She screamed as the sensation tore through her.

“Yes, fuck me harder” she cried.

They slammed their bodies together against the wall, then slid down to the ground. She ended up astride him, lifting herself up. When his energies began to flag, she removed her bra and let him watch her breasts bouncing before his eyes. Immediately she arched his hips and drove himself inside her with renewed zeal.

She could feel her excitement building, she’d dreamed of having her boss inside her for a long time, to have him inside her and totally enthralled by her body had been beyond even the realm of fantasy. Now it was happening and she could barely hold off her orgasm. She wanted to stretch the moment out as long as possible.

She lifted herself off his cock entirely, then circled it with just the lightest touch of her vagina. He was moaning his need and desire, begging her to slide down and envelop him in her moistness and warmth. She just kept circling, building the tension, letting the desire mount. Then she thrust herself down upon him.

The sudden warmth took him over the edge and he came inside her, his semen spurting with more power and intensity than he’d ever felt. Her own orgasm immediately followed, ripping through her body like a tsunami through a fishing village.

Completely drained, she dropped her body atop his. She kissed the hollow of his neck, the sides, his shoulders. She savored the feel of his body against her.

He drank in the scent of her, the perfume she wore at the base of her neck, the feel of her breasts resting against her chest. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in deeply.

“That was…”

“Okay” she said, “for the first time. Next time I expect you to impress me.”

“Ave Cesar” he said softly “moratorium est salutet.”