Whose eyes are those?

Carmen carefully applied her makeup in the mirror, figuring that some extra blush might hide her own. The eyes staring back at her looked so different to the eyes that met her from the reflection in Rose's ensuite and they looked especially different from those which met her gaze from the polished surface of Rose's glossy shoe. Was it normal for an intern assistant to shine her boss's shoes? At this point, she couldn't be sure. Indecision and uncertainty plagued her, to the point where she wasn't sure if she was excited or terrified to return to work. Whenever these thoughts resurfaced, Carmen could only laugh at herself, she was being ridiculous. Wasn't she?

The subway smelled of smoke and body odour. Carmen's nose scrunched up and she pouted, sat alone in her gym clothes with the bright blue bag resting on her lap. A woman wearing a form fitting business suit stepped through the car and Carmen didn't even need to raise her eyes to know it wasn't her boss. It wasn't the fact that Rose would never take this route, nor the fact that her shoes were all wrong. It was the unpleasant perfumed scent she carried, or maybe it was a nice perfume? Either way, Carmen did not care for it at all. Far too sweet, manufactured. 

This time, the rails were not on her side. Carmen was almost fifteen minutes later than the day before and when she stepped into the thick air of her boss's office, she could hear the shower running from the ensuite. Looks like Mrs. Grew had finished her exercise already, Carmen concluded with heavy disappointment. Maybe this was for the best, she could focus properly now, without the distractions from the day before's ill-fated workout session. Either something was wrong with herself, or something was wrong with Mrs. Grew. Some normality from her usual daily routine would do her a world of good. 

Ignoring the usual heady aroma of the office, which was predictably stronger in the gym corner, Carmen began her first set with growing confidence. Without Rose beside her, she felt strength return back to normal, ditching the rubber dumbbells and starting to convince herself that things would be normal today. That was until she noticed the heap of Lycra spilling over the side of the laundry basket in the very corner of the room. Carmen recognised the outfit immediately, the same that her boss had worn during yesterday's workout. With some effort the intern turned away and continued her set, but instantly found the weights felt much heavier than they had been mere moments ago. A minute later, she defeatedly placed the weights down and leant over to retrieve the neoprene dumbbells. Carmen's eyes widened as she realised she was face to face with the leggings that were draped over the side of the laundry basket. Curiously snaking a finger over the black material, she found it was still warm to the touch. The shower was running faintly in the background and so Carmen lost control of herself momentarily, too exhausted to reel herself in as she brought the sweaty heap of clothing to her face and pressed her mouth and nose against it. It felt like electricity, like a light switch being flicked on as her skin ran flush and a twinge of excitement jolted through her body. A spark of pleasure, turning her on. 

The clothes slipped between shocked fingers and collapsed into a pile on the floor by her feet, traces of Carmen's blush transferred in clear contrast against the black. Even so, she bunched them up and returned them to the laundry bin, like she was disposing of hazardous material. This was so fucked up, she knew that she would never act like this in the right frame of mind. Even now she could feel herself heating up, yearning to resume her descent into the black abyss of Lycra and seeing where it would take her. Morbid curiosity at how depraved her boss's scent could make her, an innocent young woman who had never even made it to the bedroom with a guy she liked. Carmen didn't even masturbate, but found herself having to fight her hand from slipping into her gym shorts with each long second she stood there aimlessly. 

Carmen was far too distracted to have noticed the shower no longer running, nor the door to the ensuite creaking open, as a perfectly made up Rose stepped out with a firm clack against the office floor. The sound of her heel hitting the floor is what finally broke through to the intern, who spun around like she had been caught in the act, guilty eyes failing to meet her boss's. 

"My, what do we have here? This is certainly unexpected. Care to explain yourself, Carmen?" Mrs. Grew's voice is laced with sick delight, taking pleasure in her intern's state of shock and panic. 

"I-I... it's not, I uh, I just m-"

"Gyms are meant for exercise, silly, not standing there with nary a single piece of my premium equipment being used. You do seem to have broken a sweat, so I'll give you a pass."

The wave of relief was enough to distract Carmen from all else, she had gotten away with her sudden perverted deeds... it didn't feel great, especially because Rose was right... she was sweating profusely. 

"Can... can I take a shower now, please?" 

"Of course you may, afterwards I was thinking we can sit down and discuss how things are going so far."

"Oh, okay. That sounds like a good idea, actually..."

"Perfect, don't keep me waiting too long then."

Carmen registered that as a command somewhere in the back of her mind, nodding passively and heading into the shower. She had worked out even less than the day before, knowing that her routine was a complete disaster at this point. Without thinking about it, Carmen grabbed the bar of soap which was still covered in fresh suds, running it over her body lubricated by the warm stream. The soap slid freely over her smooth skin, covering every inch of it, slipping under breast and arm alike. Carmen tried to calm herself in the relaxing shower, but found herself avoiding one particular spot out of necessity. Were she to press at that pooling heat yet again, she wasn't sure if she could stop it from erupting. Carmen was a live volcano, volatile to all things Rose. Maybe this discussion was finally her chance to clear things up, before they went too far. 

When she stepped out of the bathroom and back into the office, Carmen was surprised to find the desk entirely vacant. She had expected to conduct the conversation in the same manner they had the interview, but instead she found Mrs. Grew sitting comfortably on the couch the intern had napped on the day before. The woman was patting the space next to her on the red leather, one leg crossed over the other with a notably shiny heeled shoe dangling from her pantyhose. 

This arrangement was obviously much more intimate and friendly, which made Carmen feel incredibly conflicted. Tentatively, she took her seat next to Mrs. Grew and sunk into the cushion slightly, recalling how comfortably she had been sleeping on the furniture before. Rose had not been this close in a while, there was only enough space for two to sit and there they sat. Carmen wasn't sure where she should look, her gaze trailing down to her lap, then to her boss's dangling shoe. 

"My eyes are up here, hon." Rose's words were spoken softly, but firmly. Carmen understood them as an instruction and met her boss's gaze, gulping inadvertently. What was this, the intro to a cheesy porno?

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable, we have quite a bit to discuss before we get on with work." 

"Oh uh, we do?" Carmen tried to breathe evenly, wondering if she was going to be called out for her perverse behaviour, did Mrs. Grew find her makeup on those gym clothes? Why did she even put all that stupid makeup on when knew she was going to shower after her exercise, she just... wanted to look her best. 

"That's right, mainly boring processes, they'll probably put you right to sleep." Rose's eyes narrowed, a thin smile hidden on those cherry red lips. 

The intern was still breathing calmly, Rose's scent tickling her nostrils already, so soon after her shower too. The young woman felt herself stiffening, wanting to avoid doing something she'd regret again from the distraction of her boss's aroma. She would have to focus extra hard on the conversation, ignoring everything else that could lead to her job being compromised. 

Rose began to talk, Carmen listened closely. She wasn't distracted anymore, or you could say that she was letting this be her distraction. Just need to nod in affirmation at each mandatory talking point, or snide little joke made by her boss. As the conversation progressed, Carmen's breathing came to slow down, deeper heavy breaths filling her lungs and escaping her lips. She wasn't using them for anything else, Rose was talking to her, not with her. Rose would talk and Carmen would listen, it was as simple and easy as that. Despite being so focused on their conversation, Carmen was too distracted to notice that Mrs. Grew was talking in circles. Too distracted by listening to really listen. Carmen had stripped away the form and left only the essence. She was told to listen, so she listened, the body of Rose's words hardly mattered much at all. 

Thankfully, it was so easy to listen, to focus on nothing but the act of listening. The couch was impossibly comfortable, no wonder how she had so easily slept through half her shift on it before. There was something else that felt pretty nice, Carmen realised, but tried not to pay it much mind. It was a hand, Rose's hand against her knee. That felt totally appropriate, like it just belonged there right in that moment. Eventually, the boring processes came to an end and Rose was proven wrong. Carmen had not been put to sleep by them at all, she was more awake than ever. Just in time for her performance review, too, which felt a little odd after only two days of work. That was irrelevant though, because the essence was that her boss was praising her. Praising her a lot, actually. Like, Carmen could barely sit still with how giddy the compliments were making her. Mrs. Grew somehow managed to undo days of mounting apprehension and dread over the strange environment Carmen was becoming more and more suspicious of. She simply drowned it all out with praise, commending Carmen on the smallest of things to keep her spirits mounting. 

"You make a lovely cup of coffee!"

"You're so punctual, I mean you've never been late to work."

"I like that you show respect, especially to superiors."

"You never question the tasks I give you, which is refreshing. Isn't conflict a bore?"

"You know your place in the office, I respect that."

"You can get your hands dirty, I like that."

"Carmen, you're not afraid to get down on your knees if you have to. It's very commendable."

"You're so good at listening, did you know that?"

"You know to act professional, even when you're aroused."

"I like how quickly you get aroused, though."

"I like your clueless little stares, your thinking face is adorably simplistic."

"I love your body, Carmen."

"You find it so easy to relax, don't you?"

"You'd be more comfortable if you undid a few buttons, that blouse looks a bit tight. Go ahead, I insist."

Carmen was still too focused on the essence to recognise the form, she was such a good listener. When Mrs. Grew allowed her to undo a few buttons on that restrictive blouse of hers, she breathlessly thanked the woman and did so without a moment's notice. She felt grateful, just taking deeper breaths as her eyes traced up Rose's lounged position. Her boss liked how quickly she became aroused, and this was no exception. That sleeveless blouse combined with the loose cardigan did something to Carmen, especially with the arm held over her head to show that slither of smooth bare underarm. What was it about her underarm that felt so naughty, so tempting? Like a vice it held her eyes in its grip, pulling her closer.

Rose grinned, shifting a little closer and holding her arm higher over her head, seeming to relax against the couch innocently. Carmen meanwhile, was ragged with sudden desire. The intern was staring, her body leaning in and nostrils flaring. That was it! She remembered that sweaty heap of gym clothes, the way one huff seemed to make her weak, make her body buzz. If she just... pressed into Mrs. Grew's... it would... she would... 

"Carmen, I love how easily you give in to your lust."

The final compliment tipped her over the edge, Carmen leaning in close to bury her face in her boss's pit. As it drew in, only inches away, the air filling Carmen's lungs seemed so much more exciting. She felt activated, on a single minded trajectory towards a place of no return. Carmen parted her lips, letting her mouth hang open and hot breath collapse against her boss's inviting skin. Her eyes were completely unfocused, almost glazed, her face twisted into an unrecognisable effigy of sapphic fervour. Carmen tilted her head as she pushed her face into the angled underarm, as though she were kissing a lover. Her nose brushed the smooth, shaven skin and her eyes finally fluttered closed...

Ring Riiiiiiiiing!

The phone at Mrs. Grew's desk suddenly rang, breaking the intern's single minded focus for just a second before she could plunge into the deep void before her. "Ah, dreadful timing. Oh well, be a dear and answer the phone for me." Rose uncrossed her legs and planted a quick kiss on Carmen's cheek, which the intern didn't seem to mind at all as she rose to her feet and stepped over to the phone. 

"Hello, you've reached the office of Rose Grew, do you have a message I can pass on to her?" Carmen was a little taken aback at the lack of expression in her voice, almost sounding like the robotic answering machine. "Oh, okay one moment... Mrs. Grew, it's for you. It sounds important."

"No rest for the wicked, hm? Very well then, I'll go and take it on the go, else I'll be late for my four o'clock meeting. Hold down the fort, pet." Rose grinned once again and kissed Carmen's other cheek with a possessive pull, making the girl squirm as both her cheeks heated up with a bright red hue. She was still giddy from all the praise, this just sending her over the edge. 

"Y-yes, Mrs. Grew."

Carmen felt high and floaty on her feet in the now empty office, stepping back over to the red leather couch and dropping onto her knees. One hand went to hold her hair, while the other slid straight under her skirt. Without really considering her own strange behaviour, nor that of her overly intimate boss, Carmen pressed her face into the warm leather which had been occupied by Rose only moments before.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Carmen knew that if she took this any further she was at risk of becoming addicted to her boss's musk. Moments after that though, the first orgasm rocked through her body and all that pent up heat erupted against her fingers at long last. 

Carmen spent the entire subway ride home pressing her thighs tightly together, cursing every unpleasant inhale of the gross air filling the car. She should save up for her own car, not that she could really do that on an internship while renting alone. The girl deflated, not even attempting to recall the day's events and make sense of them. She had the distant worry that she was being overwritten, slowly but surely, or moulded perhaps. Every whiff of Rose had her malleable as play putty. Carmen knew that she shouldn't go to work tomorrow, but she knew that she would go anyway. She had waited too long to cut herself off from this, now she was hooked.

Some of the other passengers gave the girl wide eyed looks, like the intern was some kind of zoo exhibit. It wasn't until she looked at herself in her bedroom mirror that she knew why. Two bright red sets of lips adorned her blushing face, the girl had completely forgotten. She had been marked.