Rachel. Employee of the week, month, year and probably of her whole life. Sexy, blonde and incredibly successful for her age. One look from her striking blue eyes could make men shrink away or drool like love-sick fools. She was half a head shorter than me, but she would’ve been a full head shorter bare foot. She always wore deliciously tight skirts and sheer see-through tops, which left the majority of her boobs and legs on display for any horny office dwellers to admire. Including me, her boss.
It was a commonly known fact that Rachel was seducing each of her superiors as she moved up the hierarchy at my company. Crafty little minx. There was no other way to explain how she had risen so fast from being a simple sales assistant.
But honestly, I wasn’t complaining. I knew she had her eye on me, and I wanted her to try me. I kind of needed a new secretary. Older-than-a-dinosaur Julie, my current secretary was nowhere near as… ‘interesting’ as the younger alternative. The sooner Rachel got to me, the better.
Now, a bit about myself. I inherited this company from my father, who decided to retire at 55, already richer than we had ever dreamed. Throughout my childhood, he taught me everything he knew, and on my 21st birthday, he handed over the reins to his little boy.
In terms of rapid rises to power, Rachel wasn’t the only one who had experience. Although I didn’t have to do anywhere near as much “sucking up” to get there.
So here I was, a single, rich, good-looking man in his mid twenties, waiting for a girl to come along. Yeah, ladies usually do come running after me.
Someone knocked on my office door and I smirked smugly. I had dismissed my secretary for the day and wasn’t expecting anyone. Except Rachel of course.
“Come in.” I said, and neatly slid a few papers into a black folder as my future secretary walked in.
“Ah, hello Rachel, I believe you wanted to talk to me about something?” I smiled at her pleasantly and checked her out. She was wearing her usual style of black pencil skirt, which moulded around her ass and thighs beautifully. Her pale purple shirt was unbuttoned down to her breasts, and the top half of those gorgeous boobs were so tantalizingly bare. Oh, I could’ve just reached out and squeezed them then and there!
“Yes. Sir with all due respect, I believe I deserve a promotion.” she said confidently.
I leaned back in my chair and pretended to contemplate this for a moment, but instead let my eyes drink in the sight of the beauty in front of me.
“And why is that, Miss Peterson?” I asked, curious that she was so certain of herself. A smile crept onto my lips and she must have noticed, because her face completely transformed. Her expression became intense, smouldering with passion, telling of nothing but lust and longing. When she answered, she spoke slowly, letting each word sink in.
“Because, Mr Harris sir, I have the courage and initiative-” she stepped around to my side of the desk “-to do certain things-” she spun my chair to the side, and leaned down, so we were face to face, “-that the other employees-” she grabbed the knot of my tie and pulled me close to her, our lips barely staying apart, “-would never dream of.” She whispered the last part and kissed me demandingly, the force of her kiss pushing my head back into the chair.