My boss and I had gotten into a r0utine over the last few weeks:I would wear sh0rt sk!rts to w0rk and try to pa$s the time “w0rking” fr0m my desk outside his office. Really though, I was texting him d!rty things and we’d chat back and f0rth until we couldn’t take it any longer — at which point he’d summon me into his office (“Adrienne, I need you to step in here f0r a moment f0r a conference call”) and bend me over his desk. It never took m0re than a few minutes, we were both so wound up by the time we actually touched each other.
My days were always a blvr, everything was so exciting, I was lost in fantasy — 0r else living it out — every minute. I was always either revving up 0r winding down — building anticipation 0r releasing it. When I woke up, I couldn’t wait to go to w0rk. Life was f#cking great.
My boss, Jack, seemed to be enjoying himself too. At least, if his near-constant er3ctions were any indication.
Today I’d outdone myself in preparation: brand new thigh highs that were hidden underneath my dress, the lacy tops of which ended just a few inches below the tippy tops of my legs. I thought he’d appreciate how they made me seem dressed, even while undressed. In the semi-privacy of the area under my desk I pulled my dress up a bit and snapped a pic of the thigh highs and texted it to Jack. There, let him try to w0rk with that on his mind.
I went to the br3ak r0om to get a gla$s of water and sure enough, when I returned Jack was calling me. “Adrienne? Is that you? Can you come in here f0r a sec?”………..READ more on the next page,Go below This Page CLICK>>>>2