As everyone began to clear out of the meeting room, Reese wa..

As everyone began to clear out of the meeting room, Reese was absent mindedly staring up at him in his well-tailored suit and complementing his tie when his eyes moved across the room to lock on to her's. "Reese, can you stay behind-- I'd like a word with you," he calmly stated. It should have been a question, but it struck her in the gut like a command. She felt a flutter of hesitation, before she swallowed her butterflies and squeaked out a simple "Of course, sir." He only smiled back, but it was slightly wider than one would expect for a simple office exchange.

She waited patiently for the room to empty before trying to stand up to walk over to him, but he cut her off dismissively. "Don't bother getting up," he said with a hint of intention. Again, her chest thumped at the sound of his commanding voice. He strode over to her confidently and stood directly in front of her, towering for just a moment, before he sat coolly on the board room tabletop, making her to still look up at him. She remained seated, frozen in place with anticipation.

She shouldn't be letting her feelings get in the way of doing her job, but something about the way Mr. V carried himself made it hard for her to focus her thoughts. When he spoke to her, approached her, or even looked at her, she got lost in his presence. Right now was no different, but something about his demeanor seemed to have shifted.

"Listen," he started "I know this is your first week, and you've shown yourself to be a capable administrator, but I make sure I only surround myself with exceptional people. And that means that you can't just be meeting expectations- you need to be exceeding them." He paused to let that message sink in.

She was already disarmed by his attention, but now she began to doubt herself. What did she do wrong? What could she have already missed in her first week that warranted a one-on-one? As her mind scrambled to justify her worth to him, he segued on toward making his point more clear.

"You're first and foremost my assistant. I need you to be able to assist me in every facet that this job demands of me. I want you to learn, anticipate and prioritize meeting my needs before I know them myself. If I'm to succeed at this high of a level, then as I said before I need nothing but excellence from you. Already this week has caused me a great deal of stress, and I haven't had a moment of relaxation. You sit in on these meetings, so you must at least be aware. I'm needing a release and I'm surprised you haven't scheduled a solution for that problem yet."

Again, she was struck wordless. She had done some preliminary research on her new boss when she found out who she was interviewing for, but it's only been four days. How was she supposed to know what she didn't know? She wanted to gasp out "this isn't fair!" but the air never made it past her throat. She knew deep down that she was the right person for this job, and she wasn't ready to just give up because she was caught off guard. She swallowed hard and tried to find a way to crawl out of her hole and into his light.

"Well, thank you for bringing this to my attention sir," she replied, trying to buy her spinning mind another moment to find the right words, "I'm sorry for missing your cues. I'll focus more of my attention on you, starting immediately! I'm confident that I can exceed your needs moving forward. As far as your stress right now, I'll need to ask for your expertise: what's the quickest way I can help you relax, sir?"

She caught herself pulling her shoulders back, tilting her head and adjusting her posture as the words came tumbling out of her mouth. What was she doing? This was a high paying job for an executive of a massive tech company. She would never have behaved this way at her previous job. But something about Mr. V was different. She found herself warming up in his presence. If he stayed this close for much longer, she was afraid she might melt.

He flashed his predatory grin once more at her words. He thought to himself that she might be perfect for her position after all.

As his smile confirmed her deepest desires, the warmth she had just been feeling caused her to instinctively unbutton the top buttons on her blouse. The heat she felt was spreading and although she wasn't technically melting, she felt her pussy throb with lust as it began to soak her lace panties.

"Well, this is a good start," he baited, "and from what I've seen so far I think a woman of your skills and talent should be more than capable of finding the clear path forward on your own. Now, show me what exceeding my expectations means to you."

The air in the room all but disappeared for a moment as her mind raced through every possible scenario. When all of her mental games left her dizzier than before, she was made to shut her mind off and let her carnal side take over.

She finished unbuttoning her blouse and let it fall off of her shoulders. Her pert breasts were moving gently up and down ywith her nervous breath. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was ecstatic that she had chosen to wear her lace set today, but her body continued on as if there wasn't a thought left in her head but pleasing him.

Her eyes were glued to his as she stood up to slide her skirt down to the ground and finish shirking her blouse off of her body. Her curved waist and pronounced hips became all the more apparent to him as she stripped down to a more satisfying amount of clothes.

She sat back down on her stool and put both of her hands on top of his knees. Her face was just above his waist, the perfect angle for one of her "executive level" blowjobs. As her hands started to wander up his thighs, she felt her mouth start to salivate at the thought of unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out of his boxers. She couldn't wait to get a taste, but the phrase echoing in her otherwise empty head stopped her. 'Exceed expectations' became the mantra-- his mantra-- that she couldn't escape.

She resisted the urge to grab his belt. Somewhere deep down, she knew that she should be making his cock hard before she even has the chance to see it, much less touch it. It's the only thing that would exceed expectations, she reasoned.

Instead, she rolled her stool backward and began to tease him. She spun around, so that her back was to him and she started grinding her hips on the seat of the stool. Her round ass cheeks kept rocking back and forth, begging to be grabbed, desperate to be spanked.

She imagined his dick was sitting in the middle of the stool as she rubbed her clit hard onto the wooden seat. Her hands wandered up her body and she suddenly questioned why her bra was still on. She unsnapped it with grace and let it dangle in one hand before she carelessly dropped it onto the ground. Her needy fingers dove back into the flesh on her chest as she massaged her breasts and teased her nipples. She was grinding harder and harder on the stool, yearning for a real cock, instead of this warm, wet, wooden seat. She kept pulsing and undulating, almost forgetting that he was in the room until she came hard on her own love button.

Her clit ached as she drifted back to reality. She peeked slyly over her shoulder to discover that her plan had worked. His swollen cock was perfectly outlined by the thin, tight fabric of his suit pants.

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