Tasha giggled again and stood outside Jim’s closed office. She had forgotten just how inappropriate her uniform could look. When she’d left school at sixteen she’d been five foot three and was now just over five foot seven and the plaid skirt had been fairly short then, so was considerably shorter now. She’d left two of the buttons on her blouse undone and added the tie that sat very low. She looked down at her feet and giggled at the virginal white ankle socks she’d teamed with black heels. Maybe she should have gone with conventional underwear rather than the crotchless white panties and peep-hole bra. She considered changing, but decided against it as she looked across at her reflection in the large mirror opposite her in the hall. She twirled her plaits around her finger and laughed a little nervously as she considered that only a little over five years ago she had looked like this, more or less.
Suddenly, her phone on the stairs beeped.
She grinned at the message. He was really getting into this and wanted to play the game properly, role play, well maybe she would have an advantage as she was the actor.
Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation as she heard the car door shut. The front door opened slowly and revealed a very handsome Jim, corporate Jim wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a dark grey tie. She was tempted to smile or to kiss him, but she wasn’t sure whether they were going straight into things. He stopped in front of her and looked down at her, dark eyes shining with desire and excitement.
“Natasha, I believe you have been a very naughty girl today,” he said with his face almost touching hers.
Clearly, they were going straight into things and although him calling her a very naughty girl was beyond ridiculous she couldn’t help but hitch her breath with anticipation.
“No.” She pouted petulantly. “I haven’t done anything wrong,” she protested and noticed the tiniest expression of amusement spread across his face.
“That’s not what I hear,” he replied seriously.
“Then you hear fucking wrong.” She stared up at him, unsure just how long she could do this. How long she could play this part that prevented her touching him, reaching for him and kissing him.
He arched a brow. “We’ll take this into my office…later…when you’ve had time to consider your actions and the consequences to them.”
He walked into his office leaving the door open. She was unsure whether she should follow, but remembered he’d told her not to enter until called.
She’d been waiting five minutes, maybe ten when he appeared in the doorway.
“Natasha, come in.” He pointed to a space in front of his desk. “Stand there.” Oh so slowly he walked around his desk until he sat in his chair and studied her.
She stood slightly off balance, thrusting one hip forward and noisily chewed gum.
“I’m very angry with you, Natasha. Why is that?”
She shrugged as she considered unleashing her smart mouth.
“Answer me!” His shout made her jump and suddenly she felt genuine nervousness.
“I don’t know, sir.” The last word made him smile.
“Sir,” he muttered to himself. “I think you know exactly why I am angry with you, Natasha,” he said. “But you should tell me why.”
She shrugged again and continued to chew the gum loudly. “Dunno, sir.”
“Then maybe I should help you to think about it, until you do remember why you’re here.” His words prompted another apathetic shrug from her that was followed by a loud pop when she blew a bubble with her gum.
He silently passed her a square of paper that she accepted and with a frown stared down at it. “Gum,” he told her flatly.
She huffed but immediately wrapped the gum in the paper.
He moved around to her side of the desk and held out the waste paper basket for her to throw the gum into before moving so that he stood behind her, close enough to know he was there but not quite near enough to feel. The words he whispered against her ear couldn’t be missed though. “That will be the only thing you do spit out tonight.”
She let out a shallow breath and realised she was already very aroused and began to regret her choice of crotchless pants that offered no resistance to her arousal that was already leaking from her softening core.
