Hobson's choice from the other perspective:

It was Monday morning and the Executive Board meeting was finally coming to a close. I had allowed my mind to wander back to the session I had enjoyed in the car with my driver this morning. My nipples still aching a little from her teeth marks as she savaged my petite breasts while I shoved my fingers deep inside her. I could still smell her juices faintly on my fingers as I ran them under my nose.

“Well Lily,” Mike the CEO stated as we arrived at the final item of business. “I’d like you to run your eye over this Engineering Works we’ve acquired. See if there is anything we need to be concerned about and give them the usual ‘nothing to be worried about’ line.”

“Sure, no problem,” I replied, smiling, though inwardly cursing the fact i’d be wandering round a factory full of blokes freaking out because a woman was in their factory. I gathered up my papers and headed down to the underground car park where my car would be waiting,

I smiled as I approached the car. My driver Nicole, tall, blonde and efficient was waiting behind the wheel but sprang up and opened the back door for me. She looked so perfect in her black jacket and skirt you wouldn’t know they’d been ripped off her a couple of hours ago when she’d be told to get on her knees in the back of the car.

I spent the hour driving to the factory concentrating on getting the background detail on the engineering works right. Occasionally, I would glance up at Nicole and admire the curve of her neck and the earlobe. Reminiscing about sucking and biting that neck earlier as I’d twisted her nipple with my thumb and finger, hearing her whimper and beg as I fingered her deep and hard and fast.

At the Engineering works, I met the management team. They were all polite and slightly intimidated, which is always a good sign. Derek, the director seemed well meaning but tended to talk too much. I had already reviewed the figures before we went through with the acquisition so I asked for a tour of the building so I could get a better idea of scale and production first before we got into the nitty gritty.

As we walked through the canteen, listening to Derek wittering on, I glanced round the room when suddenly I saw her. The only woman in a sea of men. Perhaps that was what made her stand out at first but there was something about her I found mesmerising. She was sitting laughing at something a companion had said. Her eyes sparkled and her skin radiated a healthy glow. I felt my pussy tingle. I knew even then I had to have her.

As casually as I could, I stopped Derek in mid flow and enquired who she was.

“That’s Katie Hobson,” he replied. “She’s our newest and probably best project manager. her team are way ahead of target this month. She really knows how to inspire them,” he gushed. I glanced at him, wondering if he had a crush on her. Either way, it didn't matter. I began formulating a plan in my head to ensnare this Katie Hobson.

I carried on with the rest of the day, endless meetings as we discussed the financial future of the company. All in all it looked a good company and as the Holding Company, there was really little we would need to do or concern ourselves with as long as the money was rolling in. the shareholders would be happy. However, I could see he was nervous, obviously worried I was going to say there would have to be cuts or something when all at once the idea of how to get her came to me.

As is the norm in most organisations, I figured the secretaries were the most efficient form of unofficial communication.  I waited until I was standing in the outer office, within earshot of the three secretaries before announcing to Derek that there were concerns over the financial future of the company and there may be some redundancies. I moved to reassure him that we were going to keep the situation under review so wouldn't be announcing anything official for the next few weeks.

“I’m going to be here for the next few days shadowing some of the teams so I can see first hand what issues might be affecting productivity,” I told him. “I’ll start tomorrow with Hobson’s team. I’ll be here at 9.30,” I announced before turning and heading out to the waiting car.

As I left I could see the shocked look on their faces and knew it would be all round the company within minutes.

***

As I sat in the back seat of the car heading back to Head Office, I smiled to myself, eagerly anticipating tomorrow. I could feel the tingle between my legs and as the car sped along the dual carriageway, I leant back in the seat and slowly allowed my fingers to play over my body, a hand caressing my left breast while the other ran along my thigh, dipping inside my skirt.

I could see Nicole glancing in the rear view mirror as she watched me lift my ass off the seat to allow me to pull my skirt up round my waist. I spread my legs, knowing she was watching as I ran a finger along my slit, feeling the moisture seep into the fabric of my panties. God I was wet already. The anticipation of the chase, or the hunt or whatever it was was sending intoxicating thoughts and desires from my pussy to my brain. My finger slipped inside the silk material and I groaned as I pushed it with a squelch inside me.

“We’ll be back at Head Office in two minutes”, Nicole informed me as she watched me finger myself in the rear view mirror. My only response was to pull the sodden middle finger out of my panties and hold it up to her before slowly sucking it clean.

Ever the professional, she didn’t let it affect her driving but I did smile as I saw her cheeks redden.

***

The next morning, I was up and showered and deciding what to wear by 7am. I decided to forego the usual black underwear and chose a little white lacy bra with matching panties. As I pulled the tan hold up stockings up my thighs I checked myself out in the mirror.

I was petite and found that people almost always underestimated me because of my size. At 5’2” even wearing heels, I was the smallest in the room but I had played this to my advantage throughout my career.

The white fitted blouse was tight enough to show the outline of the lacy bra through it. The wonderbra doing its best to accentuate my 30b chest. I slipped the fitted grey pencil skirt on, smoothing it down before putting my feet into my heels. I looked in the mirror as I ran the blood red lipstick around my lips. The redness in contrast to the pale skin and black hair. As I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, I started to fantasise about what how I was going to turn Katie Hobson into my new plaything.

***

I waited outside the boardroom until I heard Derek telling Hobson I was going to be shadowing her. I knew the jungle drums had let everyone know redundancies were on the cards so I knew she would be on edge.

I walked in, playing it cool, barely glancing at her even though my pussy was tingling at the sight of her close up. The auburn hair had a gorgeous high sheen to it, her brown eyes sparkling and her lips were full and luscious. even though she was wearing overalls, her breasts looked firm and proud. At 5’7, she towered over me but what really fascinated me was how as she looked at me, her eyes seemed to glaze over, like her mind was elsewhere as he eyes seemed to be checking me out. Could this really be so simple I wondered.

She showed me the female changing rooms and went off to get me a pair of overalls. I quickly stripped to my underwear and pretended to be getting undressed as she came back in. She stopped short, blushing when I turned round, she looked as if she had been admiring my ass. I stood, looking at her, challenging her with my eyes to say something. I was gauging if she was the confrontational type.

She stood there, unsure what to do so I smiled, said “Thanks” and got dressed. Letting her watch as I covered up my lingerie with the blue overalls.

I watched her as she led the team. She was a good leader. I could see she was fond of her team and led by example. I knew she would be protective of them. The rumours had obviously got to the team as all of them made nervous glances at me every time I wrote something down. I kept walking close by her, allowing my perfume to linger near her to remind her I was there.

As the shift ended, I knew it was time to make a move.

“Do you have time now for a quick chat?”, I asked her, giving her one of my fake smiles. “There are a few things I want clarification on before I write up the final report.”

She appeared really thrown by this. “Of course”, she stammered, obviously worried that I had appeared to make a decision already on these redundancies.

“Good”, I said, still smiling. “Let’s go and get changed out of these,” as I fingered at the cheap overall material while pulling a face.

I followed her back to the changing room. I’ve always had a thing for taller, larger women. Making them do what they are told excites me. ‘Small woman syndrome’ one of my ex girl-friends called it.

As the door of the changing room shut behind us, I dropped the notepad onto the bench and began unbuttoning the overalls. As she turned to look to see what the noise was, I looked her in the eyes, slowly revealing my bra and sliding the overalls of my shoulders.

“You run a good team,” I told her. “It’s too bad they won’t be together much longer.”

“Now wait a minute,” she interrupted, “You can’t make a decision to shut down our team on the basis of a couple of hours observation.”

“It’s not based on a couple of hours observation” I replied, as I let the overalls drop to the floor. Now wearing just a lacy bra and panties and hold-up stockings I continued. “The company has been told to make economies. I’ve had to make tough decisions.”

I paused, running my eyes up and down her body before looking her straight in the face. “I’ve been told to cut a team. You haven’t convinced me as to why it shouldn’t be you. Show me what you can do.”

She just stood there open mouthed as I sat on the bench, legs slightly parted, leaning backward, arms stretched out behind me. I licked my lips as I watched her brain trying to comprehend what she was seeing and hearing.

“Lost for words?” I asked in a mildly flirtatious manner. “You really need to put that tongue to better use if you are going to impress me.”

I figured it wouldn’t take long for her to make up her mind. I sat there, swinging one foot, watching her, feeling my insides explode with joy and excitement as I saw her lick her lips and her eyelids drop.

As she slowly popped the overall buttons, I almost forgot to breathe as she exposed herself to me. She looked embarrassed as her cheap everyday black cotton bra and panties were revealed. I held my breath as she kicked off her boots and stepped out of the overalls. She stood there, unsure of herself and what was expected of her. Her eyes were a mixture of fear and excitement.

She really was perfection. The pert breasts, the smooth flat stomach, the curvy ass and lovely long legs. The perfect package for me. I sat there, silent,  watching her, waiting for her to submit.

She slowly took a step towards me. I arched her back and parted my legs more, watching her intently as she took another step towards me. Her eyes were focussed on the floor but she took a quick glance up at me and i’m sure she could see the lust and excitement in my eyes. I looked into her eyes, then indicated the floor with a subtle nod of my head.

She barely hesitated for a second and as she knelt between my legs, I could feel myself grinning as I stretched and ran my fingers through my hair, my breasts pushed out as I spread my legs wide open. So easy in the end.

I looked down and watched as she put her hands on my knees, leaning in and running her tongue gently over the lace. I allowed a soft moan to escape my lips to signal my appreciation, encouraging her to continue. She moved her head closer and I could feel her tongue run along my pantie-covered slit. Knowing she could taste the juices that were already dripping out of me.

As she went to grip the waistband of my panties I hissed “Use your teeth you fucking slut!” She stiffened and slowly raised her eyes to me. “You heard me,” I said in a quiet measured tone, leaving her in no doubt about her place.

She lowered her head like a good little slut and ran her mouth all across the crotch of the panties before gripping the front of the waistband with her teeth and pulled. I lifted my bum off the bench and brought my legs together, allowing the panties to slide down my thighs as she pulled them off with her teeth. I felt them fall to the floor around my ankles.

I spread my legs wide open again, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of dark matted pubic hair above my slit, which I knew was already slick with my juices. I sat there in silence as she ran her fingers along my stockings, then as her fingers touched my  inner thighs I moaned softly. When she parted my lips with her thumbs and flicked her tongue over the tip of my throbbing clit I moaned again and ran my fingers through her soft luxurious hair.

As she continued to circle and tease my clit with her tongue, I pulled the hairband from her hair, allowing her hair to fall down around her shoulders. I twisted the hair through my fingers then gripped it hard, pushing her face deeper into me, pushing her face against my wet pussy.

“Harder, deeper you slut” I ordered as I began to grind myself against her face. Her nose was pressed against my clit and her tongue began probing the entrance to my pussy. God the feeling of her tongue teasing at my hole was too much, I needed her inside me.

As if she could read my mind, she shoved her tongue inside, swirling it around, mouth pressed against my pussy as her fingers moved round, spreading my ass cheeks. I slowly slid myself down the bench, letting my ass hang over the edge.

I could feel my juices were flowing freely out of me, coating her chin as well as running down my ass crack. My body was pulsing, little bird cries coming out of my mouth as I writhed on the bench, silently begging her to fuck me harder.

When she coated the tip of her index finger with my pussy juices and circled my tight little rosebud sphincter I felt my eyes roll in my head, my cries turning into a deep guttural moan as she slowly pushed her finger a little way inside my ass.

The dirty slut then began sucking on my clit with her mouth while forcing two fingers crossed together deep into my soaking wet pussy. I felt her curling her fingers round, the knuckles pressed against my insides.

As she began fucking me in both holes, building up a steady rhythm, I felt the orgasm approaching. As the finger pushed deeper into my ass, the fingers in my pussy were pulled back to the entrance. Then, when she withdrew the finger out of my ass, I felt the two fingers being shoved back inside my pussy; hard, fast and deep. She was fucking me so hard, hearing my pussy squelch as she slammed her fingers into me.

I lay back on the bench, my legs wrapped behind her head, pressing her face deeper into my flooded pussy. I pawed at my tits, scooping them out of my bra, rolling my fingers over them, the dark red nipples hard and pointy as stretched and pulled at them.

As the orgasm broke over me, my hips began bucking against the bench but still she continued to fuck me. I tossed my head from side to side, panting, my little bird cries getting more and more breathless before with a shriek I went rigid.

I wailed as the orgasm broke over me. Her fingers still going in and out hard, slamming into me as I spasmed her way through the orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity I collapsed back onto the bench, feet dropping to the floor as I lay there, trying to get my breath.

I felt fingers slide slowly out of me. Through half-closed eyes, I watched as she brought her fingers up to her mouth, slowly sucking first one hand then the other clean.

“Not bad” I finally said, as I sat up. I looked down at the pool of my cum juices on the bench and smeared over my thighs. I stood up, looked down at her kneeling at my feet and told her, “Clean me up. Use that tongue of yours to lick me clean.”

I stood, legs parted and watched as she crawled beneath me and ran her tongue along my thighs, licking the juices as she slurped and licked my thighs, ass and pussy clean. Finally, she finished and sat back on her heels.

“Now the bench,” I ordered as I reached for my clothes. I watched her kneel there, lapping at the bench like a cat as I dressed. By the time she was finished, I was buttoning the final button on my blouse.

I walked over to where she knelt, putting my hand under her chin and tilting her head up to look at me. My cum glistening on her face. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, tasting myself on her.

“Well. the good news is, I have decided to recommend that we do not make your team redundant.” I paused, smiling at her. “However,” I continued. “I will be putting you on special measures. I will be keeping your team under close supervision and will be monitoring you very closely.”

I straightened up and looked down at her. Her face almost pressed into my skirt.

“I think there will have to be quite a few more sessions like today before I am satisfied with you,” I told her and with that, I turned and opened the door.

At the door, I paused, turned, and looked at the slut still kneeling on the floor.

“And for god’s sake buy some proper underwear”, I snarled at her and with that I let the door slam behind me. Leaving her kneeling there in her sodden panties.

I slowly made my way back outside to the car. Nicole, holding the door open as usual. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow as I slid into the seat, looking slightly dishevelled.

“I think we will need to be back here tomorrow,” I informed her as I lay back in the seat and sighed contentedly.