“I deeply believe that today is the beginning of a very fruitful cooperation that will allow both our companies to develop and strengthen their market position,” said a short-haired man in a very expensive suit, just signing the last of the required signatures.
“Not to mention the sky-high profits we should be making,” added one of the two men across the table, who were also finishing signing their copies of the documents. They were dressed in equally expensive suits as the first speaker.
Damien, for that was their companion's name, smiled to himself but made no comment. He waited a moment, and when they were done, he walked over to them.
“After all, the boring formalities are behind us,” he said with genuine relief and, smiling politely, offered his hand to each of the gentlemen. “We have to celebrate it. I invite you for a small snack. We have prepared a room especially to host you.”
“We will gladly accept the invitation,” replied both gentlemen, pleased with the fact that several months of negotiations had finally come to an end.
"Nice to hear that," he admitted cheerfully, then switched on the intercom. "Barbara, please come to my office. Now. Thank you,” he said into the microphone.
“Barbara will take you out for refreshments,” Damien explained to the guests. “Meanwhile, Miss Dellaware and I,” he pointed to the person who had been standing silently against one wall until now, “will complete the last few formalities and join you gentlemen as soon as possible. I know it's not very polite, but on the other hand you understand what it's like to run a business like ours,” he said with a disingenuous apology.
Miss Dellaware was not invisible. On the contrary, she caught the attention of both men from the very beginning. That was her role. One of many roles, to be precise.
Alice (her name) has been working for Damien for three years. They met at her job interview. Damien occasionally likes to spend a day or two working in other departments in his company. In this way, he strengthens the bond with his employees and can see what it's like to work in other positions. It so happened that that day he was interviewing her and many others for a position in his company.
She impressed him right away. Not with beauty, although there was something to keep an eye on, but eloquence, intelligence, charm and stubbornness. He didn't hide from her who he was during the interview, but that didn't seem to affect her. She answered confidently, honestly, matter-of-factly. Damien immediately knew that he had to hire her.
And it happened. From that day on, they became inseparable. The girl worked as a secretary, but she was more than that. The man often talked to her, listened to her advice, and introduced her to the secrets of his work. She studied quickly and diligently. In no time, they made the perfect duo. Damien admitted to himself that without her his business wouldn't be going so well.
At some point, the boundaries of their relationship blurred. They became friends and even started having sex. Neither of them had a need for a relationship; they just spent time together when they felt like it. Each of them had their own lives, and their relationship was based purely on respect and trust.
“I am glad that I could take part in this event. I'm sure this collaboration is the beginning of something beautiful.” She turned to both men and shook hands with each of them with a subtle smile.
A second later, the door opened.
“Ah, Barbara," Damien said to the girl who had entered. "Please take these gentlemen downstairs and make sure they have everything they need, okay?”
“Of course, Mr. Shire,” she replied servantly. “Come with me, gentlemen,” she said to the guests.
“We'll be joining you soon,” Damien assured them, and shook their hand again.
When the door finally closed, Damien breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his desk, sat down in his chair, and put his feet up on the table. He reached a hand to his neck and undid his tie briskly, as if it were heavy for him.
“Congratulations on the signed contract,” the girl praised her boss. "You've done a lot of hard work and our company has a bright future as a result."
“Thanks. I hope you're right,” he sighed. “The negotiations would have taken much longer without you,” he admitted.
“Luckily for us, a few female tricks were enough,” she laughed. “Men are so easy to handle,” she added cheerfully.
“Do you think that about me too?” he asked.
“You're focusing on the wrong thing,” Alice pointed out. She walked closer to him, let her hair down, and sat down on his desk. “Did you say anything about celebrating this success?” she asked ambiguously.
“Well...I told them we need some time…” the man said casually. He looked at his subordinate and smiled mysteriously.
“So what are we waiting for?” the secretary asked, but she wasn't going to wait for an answer. She pushed her boss's legs off the counter and sat on it on her lap. She grabbed a nearby laying tie, threw it over his head, and pulled him to her.
As their faces came closer, they looked deep into each other's eyes and immediately began kissing wildly. There was no romance in it, just an elemental force. Their tongues danced with the passion of Argentine tango dancers. Tirelessly, persistently, fiery.
At the same time, their hands worked just as hard. Alice blindly tried to unbutton her partner's shirt. Damien, on the other hand, struggled to unfasten her jacket. However, the girl finally made it. As soon as she was done, she jumped on the man's lap. The momentum with which she did this caused the chair they were both now sitting in to tip backwards and break as it hit the ground. Despite this, the lovers did not stop caressing each other; as if nothing had happened, they rolled to the side.
“Mmm... I'll have to... mmm... deduct that from your salary…” Damien said incomprehensibly between kisses.
“Mmm... when I'm done with you... mmm... you'll be begging me to... mmm… destroy more of them..." the secretary answered equally incomprehensibly.
They continued for a while, not paying attention to the world around them. Eventually, however, they slowed down until they stopped altogether.
Alice moved her face away from her partner, but still straddled him. She brushed her hair that was falling maliciously over her eyes with her hand and tossed it back.
Damien smiled at her flushed cheeks.
The secretary took off her glasses and threw them somewhere in the corner on the floor. Then she quickly took off her jacket, which her lover had somehow managed to unbutton in all the commotion, and tossed it aside as well. Wasting no time, she reached for her shirt, which she unbuttoned with dizzying speed, clearly showing her expertise on the subject.
The man watched in silent admiration as her slender fingers worked. After a few seconds, her shirt was among the already scattered clothes, and in front of his eyes appeared her small, but nicely rounded breasts enclosed in a black bra with a light push-up. Just a little something in case the negotiations don't go as planned.
The girl leaned over and opened the lapels of his shirt, revealing his naked torso. This one was nicely outlined. You'd think that working long hours at the computer, accompanied by documents, would leave its mark on Damien's body. However, he always tried to find some time to take care of himself, and Alice was absolutely happy about that. However, she was positively surprised to see his light brown tan. She'd been begging him to get one for months, and it looked like he finally listened.
“Fiu fiu,” she whistled appreciatively. “Is it for me?” she asked, giving him a sexy smile.
Before he could answer, she put her nose to his body and, moving along the tiger line, inhaled the scent of his perfume.
“I don't confirm, I don't deny,” he replied jokingly. “What about you? Surely you won't tell me that this underwear is only for our guests?” he asked curiously and smiled widely.
“If you must know, I'm going on a date later,” she grinned.
“Well, well. This guy is lucky.”
“I wouldn't be so sure…” she answered slowly, aimlessly running her finger across her partner's chest. "Well, because if I have a filling main course, will I want dessert?" she asked ambiguously, winking at him.
"Haha!" Damien laughed heartily, then, without giving the girl time to react, he pushed her off him.
They rolled together, and this time he landed on top of her.
“If I keep you here, you're not going anywhere,” the man teased her.
“You bastard!” Alice screamed at him and, pretending to be angry, started pummeling him blindly with her hands.
Damien let her vent his "frustration" for a few seconds, covering his face, but finally he grabbed one of her hands, then the other, pinning them both to the ground.
“You gave me no choice. I won't let you go now,” he informed her, continuing to play.
He leaned lower and lower with the clear intention of kissing her.
The secretary read his intentions and, feigning reluctance, tried to dodge. While it was effective at first, eventually his lips made contact with hers. There was a kiss that, compared to the previous ones, was gentle and dragged on forever. In the end, however, Alicja came to her senses and took the opportunity to bite her partner's lip, interrupting this idyll.
The man pushed his face away and rubbed a hand across his sore lip.
The lovers looked at each other. There was a growing desire in their eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Damien saw the tie the girl had taken off earlier within his reach and reached for it. He grabbed her hands and brought them together. He held them with one hand and tied them with the other. When he finished tying the knot, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Looks like I'm in trouble,” the woman remarked cheerfully, still smiling, her heart racing in her chest.
The man climbed off her, straightened up, then grabbed her and set her to her feet. He pulled her to him. The material of her bra was digging into his ribs.
They looked deep into each other's eyes.
Damien gently placed a hand on her flushed face, pushed a stray strand of hair back and tucked it behind her ear. He then placed his thumb on her lips and began to gently massage them in circular motions.
The girl obediently gave him her body to do what he wanted with it. At the same time, with growing tension and interest, she followed the movement of his hand with her eyes. With each touch, she felt a pleasant tingle, her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing quickened.
“Ah!” She groaned as a sudden pulse of pain ran through her body. Her lover ran his hand down the nape of her neck, grabbed the roots of her hair and pulled it back, tilting her head back.
“Fuuuck!” she moaned in pleasure as her superior dug his teeth into the delicate white skin of her neck and began to suck like a vampire. Alice felt her legs buckle under her. Had he not held her, she would have probably fallen to the ground.
The man felt his partner's body go limp. He was taking control of her. He sucked her skin for a moment, listening to her moans that were music to his ears. When he had had enough, he quickly stepped behind her and pushed her forward hard.
Alice bumped into a desk in her path. Before she could react, Damien was at her side. He pinned her to the counter and pushed her legs apart with his foot. He slid his hand up her skirt and groped his way to find her crotch protected only by a piece of cloth soaked in her body juices.