Sometimes you just have to make things go your way or the world will pass you by.
My name is Roma and I work in Sales, and as you will find out, I still work in Sales. But that nearly wasn’t to be. The company I work for was going through a difficult patch and it was clear there were about to be redundancies with Sales always getting the brunt of these things. If we’re not selling, it must be Sales’ fault. I, however, knew it was a lack of good marketing, and decided that I should market myself in order to keep my job. And maybe I could have some fun along the way.
Any good sales person plans their campaign, and for me this was no different. Thankfully I fancied my boss Jason, and although I had a boyfriend, I was already playing away as sex with him wasn’t what I knew it could be. Jason was engaged, but hey, that wasn’t a factor in my sales planning exercise.
Every good campaign has a slogan, and mine was simple, ‘Seduce, Sex, Survive’.
The only risk was that others in the company would be aware of what I was up to so I had to be careful not to turn on the charm too quickly. Over a few days, my skirts got shorter, my tops got tighter but I kept on a jacket so it wouldn’t look too obvious.
When I was alone with Jason in his office, I became a little more blatant, bending down to pick something up and giving him a flash of my knickers with a tell-tale damp patch, or leaning across his desk with the jacket open giving him a clear view down my cleavage, and even accidentally rubbing against him. Did I mention my boobs – they are a huge asset. I know you’re thinking that this is a story and tits are always big in a story, albeit a true one, but if I say that I turn heads, that would be an understatement. I’ve seen men put their necks out of joint, twisting to get a good look.
It was clear from his apparent indifference that this was beginning to work. He could easily have told me to stop trying, but he didn’t. One – Nil to Roma.
For a few days I got worried. He seemed to be ignoring me. But then it became clear that he was making sure others in the office didn’t suspect anything.
“Fancy a drink tonight?” he asked me casually one day.
“Sure,” I replied, thankful that I had worn a very short skirt and tight top with no bra that day. Phase one of my slogan was complete.
What I wasn’t ready for, was the location. He took me to this amazingly posh and expensive lounge bar which had a VIP area with a private cabin. I’m sure it must have cost £500 for the evening. Phase One was more successful than I could ever have hoped for. It was clear that he had realised he could have me and was determined to do just that. The cabin was basically a large semi-circular couch with a table in between and the whole thing covered with large heavy curtains that you could draw for privacy. The waiters would only come in if called with a buzzer. Perfect for Phase Two.
I was very excited and bubbling inside. After all, pleasing him was the only way I could save my job. I had taken off the jacket when we first stepped out of the office, and because of the lack of a bra that day, my nipples were making both my arousal and my intentions a little more obvious. God, I was horny, and wound up like a watch spring.
We chatted casually for a while as I think he was a little hesitant to make the first move. Determined to reach Phase Two, I gently took his hands and placed them on my legs as he talked about the job cuts. My hands slipped to his crotch and I realised then that he was putty in my hands. No; bad analogy. He was a rod of steel in my hands and I knew that from then on, there would be no turning back.
The redundancy discussion was soon forgotten, and with the curtains now closed, we got very up close and personal. We started to kiss, and his hands that I had put on my legs moved slowly towards my already sodden knickers. Sliding the wet material to one side, he slipped first one, and then two fingers into my aching snatch, his breath catching with the realisation of how wet I was.
“Now, Roma, tell me what the fuck you’ve been up to,” he said. “You’ve been like a bitch on heat for the last week or two and I’ve had to be careful in case the big mouths in the office start talking.”
“You’re not stupid,” I stuttered in response, finding it quite difficult to do anything with two fingers moving in and out of my cunt. “Firstly, I am a bitch on heat, and your fingers are making damn sure of that, and secondly, I think you can guess what this is all about.”
He looked serious for a moment, and I was worried that perhaps he was just using the opportunity to fuck me and then fire me anyway.
“Look at you,” he said, his face braking into a smile, “Do you honestly think I could work in that office every day without seeing you there? Where do I start? You have a pretty face, you smile a lot, your legs seem to go on forever, that is if I can take my eyes off your arse, and you have breathtaking and often very visible tits. If only you could sell more, my decision would be clear-cut.” His face gave away that he was joking; I think.
Trying to distract him from that way of thinking, and latching onto his comment about my breasts while being oblivious to the risks of being caught by a waiter, I slipped down my top to expose my breasts and he momentarily stopped the action in my pussy and just stared in wonderment.
I like being admired and this had my heart pounding and my pussy aching for some proper action.
“Well Mr. Boss Man,” I bravely countered, “You’d better start thinking about how best to make use of the assets I do have and you seem to have your finger on the main one right now.” His fingers that had stopped while he stared at my tits, miraculously started their work again.
I decided to up the ante, and as my ministrations on his erection were somewhat ineffectual through his office trousers, I unzipped him but he was too big to release without undoing his trousers completely.