Julia arrived later than usual at the car park and had to drive past her normal bay as it and others nearby were occupied.

She parked and locked the doors before walking to the closest exit — a route that took her past the attendant’s hut.

“Bit later today, Miss Fountain.” Chuck’s red face beamed at her. “Traffic jam make you late?” he asked through missing teeth.

Continuing past the hut, Julia dropped her jacket and bag beside a yellow traffic bollard. Putting both hands on the yellow steel post, her knees touching either side, she said, “More like a bedroom jam, Chuck,” and thrust her groin into the pole several times.

“Lucky fella,” she heard while picking up her dropped items and strolling away.

Julia scanned the street and was thankful that she couldn’t see anyone paying attention. Any concern over her loss of control soon left — and that unfulfilled feeling came again.

She entered the building, offered a few greetings, took her seat, and buried herself in work.

“Julia.”

Looking up, she saw Jim standing in front of her desk and, as she moved slightly to directly face him, Julia realised a few buttons on her blouse were undone, nothing too drastic but certainly revealing more than she should. She hoped if she restricted her movements the material would stay in place.

“Mr Fares.”

Jim was caught out by the formal address but recovered to say, “I was wondering if I could have a few minutes.”

She cocked her head.

“It’s just to fill you in.”

Julia grinned at her boss. “You can fill me in anytime.” She bit her lip hoping to stop.

“Hmm, I mean fill you in on what’s happening regarding yesterday and Human Resources,” he composed himself.

Julia leaned forward, aware that her gaping blouse was now revealing a lot of cleavage to her older and almost frail-looking boss.

“And where would you like to do me, Mr Fares?” she whispered. “I mean, do it,” she corrected with burning red cheeks.

“My office,” he said, somewhat unsure.

Julia followed him into the office and sat in the same seat across from his desk as yesterday but now she twisted her long legs to the side in a far less formal pose.

“Julia, I want you to know I spoke to HR—”

“Please, Mr Fares, I don’t need to know all the details. If you tell me that you’re dealing with it, then I’m sure you are, and that’s good enough for me. After all, it’s way above my pretty little head. I don’t know how you do it all, running this place.”

His frail look, she thought, had quickly changed to experienced charm.

“Julia, are you kidding me? You run this place, you know the job inside out; that’s why I’m not on top of you.” 

It was a deserved compliment but Julia let slip, “I would like you to know me inside and out.”

“Excuse me?” Jim’s response was quick but didn’t conceal his surprise.

“I mean, I think it would be good if we all knew each other better.” She stammered as he visibly relaxed at that explanation and Julia pressed on, “And, if you wanted to be on top of me I would like that.” She blinked, looked away from Jim and back again. “That is, I mean on top of me as on my case to hit deadlines and such,” she rushed.

“Well, I think that’s all we need to say for now.” Jim smiled. “So, I’ll let you get back to it.” He’d been dreading the confrontation and was grateful that Julia had been so pleasant, not demanding.

Julia rose from her chair. “If you need me for anything at all, Mr Fares please let me know.” Before closing the door, she looked back over her shoulder. “Anything at all, Mr Fares, anything you need.”

Relived to be back at her desk, Julia tried to focus on her work through to lunch when she was joined by several of the office ladies in the break area. They chatted and even swapped bits of their lunches until Charles came into the room. Julia let the conversation trail off as she watched the spotty teenager searching in a cupboard while the kettle boiled.

She began to fantasise about walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck. When Charles turned, he was sporting a wide smile which made her feel special.

Julia clutched her coffee cup tight to her chest, the warmth of the mug radiating between her rising and falling chest as the scene played out in her mind: she imagined helping him up onto the worktop, removing his trousers and taking his young cock in her mouth. She could almost taste him as she swirled her tongue around his head before enveloping him with her lips. She imagined his bare ass cheeks on the cold countertop as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

“Julia.”

She snapped out of her glorious daydream — and instantly felt empty and slightly annoyed at Cathy who was talking. “Julia, we need to do something about him.” She nodded at Charles as he stood with his back to them making his noodles.

“I’d let him shit on my chest for just a little fuck.” The gasps from the table had her scrambling for an explanation. Pulling her now cold cup away from her chest, she stood and said, “What I mean is, we’re not going to take his shit. I need to get this off my chest, the little fuck.”

The group seemed to rally around her again. “I’m going to see Mr Fares.”

Julia left and was happy to be out of the situation. She knocked on the door and heard, “Come in.”

Julia entered and immediately started flattering her boss. “Mr Fares, I hope you don’t mind me coming to you but you always know what to do.”

“Anything Julia,” he said and took a bite from his sandwich.

“It’s Charles.”

“What has he done now?” Leaning back in his chair, he dropped his food onto the desk.

“Nothing, Charles is a great colleague. It’s not his fault the girls are jealous.”

“Jealous? Jealous of Charles?”

Standing on the other side of Jim’s desk, she nervously looked at the floor. “You see, Charles has been carrying the office out there and… well, we all know he is next in line for your job when you decide to leave.” She held her hands up. “Not that we want you to go. But some of the girls think flirting with Charles gives them a better chance of him rewarding them once he’s in your position.”

Jim resumed chewing, then swallowed, not sure what she was saying. “Julia, you know the job is yours when I leave. We’ve discussed it.”

Julia gave a little chuckle, “Yeah, right Mr Fares, like a woman could be in charge of all this.” She waved her hands towards the full office.

“Look, Julia, I don’t know what’s going on but are you telling me to drop the HR thing with Charles?”

Julia stood and patted down her skirt.

“That’s not my job. I wouldn’t dare tell you to do something, Mr Fares, and I’m only here to serve as best I can.” She placed a hand on her hip. “I will say that Charles is a very good boy and some of the undesirable women, if you can call them that, in this office seem to have ideas above their stations.” 

She winked, turned, and left the office.

Julia was again busy until the girls swarmed to her desk. She assured them the complaint would be held up and HR would deal with it. If not, Jim would be losing his job as well.

Charles looked towards the group and, in unison, they all looked back.

“HR should act fast,” said Julia. “It’s unreasonable for us to work in an environment like this.”

The others agreed.

“I’d love to fuck him.” All eyes widened. “I’d love to fuck him over with HR,” Julia blustered but the cover-up didn’t really work and the group dispersed.

Julia kept stealing glances over her screen at Charles. He seemed to be playing on his phone rather than working.

She scolded herself for thinking he wasn’t working. After all, he didn’t need to put in the same effort as the women. She thought men did in an hour what it took a woman a full working day to do. Julia was suddenly delighted that she was so physically attractive, a reason why Mr Fares had allowed her the job. It was an honour to work beside clever men.

Julia glanced over again. Charles was so cute, goofing off with another worker, looking all sexy. She ran fingers down the inside of her blouse, her mind filled with an image of being naughty in the workplace with him. She imagined sneaking into work early doors carrying a cushion from her sofa.

With it tucked under her arm as she passed Chuck’s hut, she’d throw him a cheeky look, maybe even the international signal for a blowjob: her hand moving towards her open mouth and her tongue poking her cheek as if the tip of a penis were probing it.

Hopefully, she would be first in the office. She’d go to the toilet, pee, then check her makeup again, maybe apply extra gloss. She’d make fresh coffee — she needed to find out what he took in his — and his cup and a muffin on his desk. Then she’d drop the cushion in the footwell of his desk, kick off her heels, turn around while pulling up her skirt before backing up under the desk. She’d have her coffee and a large bottle of water under the desk. There’d be no need for lunch as she planned to receive several loads of protein during the day.

Julia only came out of her fantasy when Charles, a file in hand, stepped out of her view. She realised she was over her time and hurriedly left, but still made sure to say goodbye to all her male colleagues.

~~~~~~~

Approaching the car park, she saw Chuck scrambling around and he squeezed his portly frame out of the narrow opening just before she got to the hut.

“Hard day Miss Fountain? Home for a nice long well deserved rest?”

“A good old fuck.” She didn’t mean it.

“Sorry?” He spilt some of his juice down his white shirt.

“Good old, Chuck,” she said, stopping to wipe his cheap shirt with the cuff of her expensive blouse.

She then headed for her car. Again the initial shock of her dirty talk seemed to diminish with the passing seconds but Julia was still aware that her actions were far from her normal self. She decided that, after the instance with Slimy Steve, keeping a distance from the school’s gate was a good option. She parked further down the road and sat trying to figure out why she was acting in such an unusual way — but a voice in her head kept saying she was too pretty to think that hard.

‘When you have looks like yours, you should just go with the flow.’

The unfulfilled sensation returned as the embarrassment faded. But, even that feeling eased as she returned to the fantasy of sucking off Charles from a concealed place under his desk when the office was full. If Charles got promoted, the fact she wasn’t at her desk or getting her work done, wouldn’t matter. He’d definitely allow it.

Julia jumped at a knocking on her car window. She saw Tamara, one of the other mothers, and smiled. Reluctantly, she got out of the car and, as she did, became aware the smell of sex filled the car.

“Hi Julia, why are you parked way down here?” asked Tamara.

Julia shrugged. “Giving the girls a wee bit more freedom.”

Julia tuned out as the small blonde gibbered on. Her thoughts returned to the office where she was patiently waiting for Charles to arrive, ready to surprise him from under his desk…

Tamara grabbed Julia’s arm. “Coming towards us… is that the guy that’s always pestering you”

“Who?”

“You know, Slimy Steve,” Tamara said in a hushed voice. “He’s making a beeline for you.”

“Hello, ladies.” Steve came around the car and Tamara dramatically recoiled.

That bugged Julia and she grasped Steve’s arm, squeezing the absence of a defined bicep. “Tamara, do you know why I call him Slimy Steve?” she said while looking into his eyes. Without waiting for Tamara’s response, she continued, “It’s because I want to take my juicy pussy right up over Steve’s head, then rub my slimy cunt down over his face, across his stomach, and onto his big cock.”

Startled, Tamara hurried away.

Julia held Steve by the hand and led him to the passenger side. Under the cover of the open door, she lifted his hand to her mouth and sucked two fingers into her wet mouth, coating them. Gripping his wrist, she moved the hand towards her legs while using her free hand to pull up the front of her skirt. He rubbed along her slit.

“Christ, Julia you are wet.”

Raising her leg, she put the heel of her shoe on the sill of the open door. She encouraged him to probe inside and his fingers slipped in with minimum effort.

“Hmm,” she moaned, “enjoy my slimy cunt, Steve.”

He nervously checked their surroundings but Julia lowered onto his fingers and moved against him as they heard the bell ringing. He removed his fingers from her pussy but she reached down to grab his middle digit and lift it to her mouth. In a single smooth motion, she clamped her lips over it and tasted herself. “Well,” she mumbled, “I guess next time.”

“Definitely,” he said before stepping clear of the door’s partial seclusion. He looked back and offered a massive smile to Julia as he walked to the gates. Over his shoulder, she saw Tamara pointing with a small group of mothers.

A sudden wave flushed over her and she staggered to the driver’s door. She slumped and gripped the wheel, her fingernails digging into the leather.

‘How could I, how could I?’ she repeated.

The unfulfilled feeling that had disappeared while she encouraged Steve to finger her, was now back. She took deep, slow breaths and the degradation gradually eased until she squirmed in her seat, her pussy eager for more as the unfulfilled feeling returned.

She was about to reach for between her legs when she heard, “Are we ready to go home, Mommy?”

Julia remembered her girls had climbed into the car and she started the engine. “Sure, let’s go.”

To be continued