Edward sat at his desk, studying a cost analysis and wondering how on earth his secretary had lasted eight years in her job before he replaced her boss and came to work here as the new administrative head of the company that managed a large zoo and wildlife preserve.
Really! He thought in annoyance. The woman’s spelling was atrocious! Hadn’t she heard of spell check? And the columns were all out of line, a total mish-mash of figures. How was he supposed to make heads or tails out of a cost analysis that was almost impossible to read? Not only were her spelling skills deplorable, he mused, mentally running through a check list of his secretary’s many deficiencies; but she wasn’t worth a hoot at any other part of her job, either. Her telephone manners were nonexistent! Just yesterday he had overheard her tell a supplier that if he couldn’t cut prices a little on the food for the big cats she’d throw him in with them as a snack the next time he made a delivery.
Edward shook his head, tut-tutting his disapproval of this sort of unprofessional banter. She cut up and joked around with almost everyone who came into the office. Edward heard her peals of laughter at frequent intervals throughout the day and listened grimly, his mouth pursed in pained disgust. And what a flirt! Good Lord! The woman vamped and teased every male within a ten mile radius! Suppliers, animal trainers and handlers, maintenance men and everybody in between—she shamelessly peddled her wares to all and sundry, apparently considering everything in pants fair game.
No, he thought, shaking his head in bewildered confusion, it was a mystery to him how she had managed to hold her job all these years without being shown the door by his predecessor, Mr. Grimes. The senile old goat had defended her right up to his retirement, Edward reflected. Wouldn’t hear a word against her. To hear him tell it, the flighty, inefficient Ms. Dobbs was a paragon of virtue….the best secretary ever! Edward snorted in derision. The old man had been a doddering fool, obviously. Someone who didn’t mind things being in a muddle, words misspelled and the office used as some sort of hootchy kootchy show with Ms. Dobbs prancing about in those ridiculously short skirts and revealing blouses she wore to work every day. In fact, Edward intended to have a word with her at the first opportunity about her attire. It was not at all suitable for business and he would tell her so in no uncertain terms and insist that she dress more appropriately for the office.
She would soon learn that, unlike that old fool Grimes, he; Edward, ran a tight ship and demanded professional behavior and efficiency from all employees. She would either straighten up and fly right or she’d be out on her ear without a recommendation!
Filled with righteous indignation at this imperfect state of affairs with his so-called secretary, he decided that there was no time like the present to get everything out in the open and lay it on the line for the distinctly un-businesslike Ms. Dobbs.
He pressed the intercom button firmly. “Ms. Dobbs, step into my office, please,” he commanded in his usual no nonsense tone.
The secretary opened the door and stepped inside. “Yeah?” she queried. “You want something?”
Honestly! Edward fumed inwardly. What a way to speak to your superior! “Yes,” he told her, “sit down, Ms. Dobbs. I want to speak to you.”
As she obediently took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, he noticed that she crossed her legs in a most undignified manner, which made her already microscopic skirt hike up to barely legal limits. Wrestlinghis eyes away from the sight of her firm, creamy thighs above the tops of black stockings held up by what was clearly a lacy wisp of a garter belt; Edward cleared his throat portentously.
“Ms. Dobbs,” he began—-
“Call me Wanda,” she interrupted. “You don’t have to be so stiff and formal.”
Edward glared at her, incensed. “Yes,” he said sternly. “I most certainly do have to be so stiff and formal, Ms. Dobbs; because this is a formal relationship. A business relationship where we do not need to be on a first name basis.”
“So, are you saying you don’t want me to call you Edward, Edward?” she queried with a saucy grin on her full red lips.
“That is exactly what I am saying,” he replied.
“Now,” he began, only to be rudely interrupted again.
“You are so uptight!” Ms. Dobbs said. “You’re stressed to the max. I can see it written all over you.” She got up and came around to stand behind him. “Yep!” she cried, as her hands kneaded his neck. “You’re just a bundle of nerves and wound up as tight as a cheap clock. Why, you need a good massage to get some of these knots out.” She leaned around and looked at him. “You just sit still and let me work on you. You’ll feel like a new man by the time Wanda gets through with you!”
Edward pushed her hands away from his neck roughly. “Of all the insane things,” he sputtered, almost incoherent with outrage. “I do not want to feel like a new man,” he informed her glacially, watching as she went to the office door—and locked it.
“What are you doing now?” he queried. “You’re mad! I have half a mind to fire you here and now.”
Ms. Dobbs walked toward the desk slowly, never taking her big blue eyes from Edward’s gaze as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She tossed it aside as she reached him and shoved Edward back into his chair when he attempted to stand up.
“You’re tense, Edward,” she told him, speaking slowly and soothingly as though to a mentally deranged person. “You’re all tense and just a mass of nerves. Wanda knows what you need, and Wanda’s going to give it to you. So just sit back and let nature take its course!”
With that, she leaned over him and pressed her moist lips to his. Edward felt her tongue thrust into his mouth and then flick out to lick his lips teasingly. Straightening up for a moment, Wanda reached under her skirt and stepped out of a pair of lacy panties. Then, before he could react, she straddled him in the chair and opened his fly.
Edward groaned as her skilled fingers lightly raked his now erect member. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife divorced him last year, saying that he was more interested in his work than he was in their marriage. There hadn’t seemed to be time for dating or even hiring a prostitute to satisfy his physical needs.
This is wrong, Edward thought despairingly as his secretary nimbly brought his stiff member to a state of throbbing arousal. He didn’t approve of familiarity between people who worked together! He should stop this NOW, he told himself desperately. But, Edward was unable to control his traitorous body as he felt himself eagerly responding to her skilled ministrations.
Ms. Dobbs lowered herself onto his rigid manhood and began rocking, moving up and down in slow, steady motions. Edward tried in vain to hold back his orgasm, but erupted like a volcano when he felt his secretary brush his lips with her ample breasts. “Now, see,” she told him, patting his shoulder. “You were all tense. I told you Wanda knew what you needed.”
Ms. Dobbs got up, straightened her skirt, slipped back into her panties and blouse; and sauntered from the office. She looked back to wink at Edward before closing the door.
Edward sat at his desk, stunned and shocked to the very core of his being by what had just transpired. Well, he thought wryly, at least now he knew how Ms. Dobbs had managed to hold on to her job all these years. For someone who was so hopelessly inept at secretarial duties, she was a model of efficiency in other areas. Still, he reminded himself grimly, he couldn’t simply leave things like this. He was the boss and would have to make it clear to his secretary who was in charge here.
Once again, Edward clicked the intercom on his desk to summon Ms. Dobbs to his office.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” he said.
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