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Now this job would allow me to go places, which was something I dreamed of ever since my high school. I could do this. I would be successful.
I began soaping my skin, my mind going back to the interview I’d had with Mr. Lawson, my new boss. My thighs clenched together unwillingly when his image appeared in my mind.
Grant Lawson was so hot. The moment I entered his office I was unable to focus on anything else but him, blushing like a little girl. I was completely unprepared for the young
, beautiful man in front of me, taking all my rational thoughts away in an instant.
Grant was all muscle, in a way that made me desperate to rip off his clothes and find out exactly what was underneath. He was so tall that I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes when we were shaking hands. His expensive gray business suit fit him perfectly, making him look like he came straight from the front cover of some fashion magazine. I was mesmerized with his cool gray-blue eyes, which stared at me intently all the time and made my mind go haywire. Those eyes were intoxicating. They made me feel like he could read all my thoughts, and I just hoped he didn’t see how flustered I actually felt.
His dark brown hair fell into his eyes, the silky strands moving around playfully whenever he moved, and I wanted to touch it so badly. Actually, I wanted to touch him everywhere and then lick all those places I’d previously touched.
His office was huge, but as I sat there, I felt like he took all the available space. He was one of those people whose presence was immediately felt in the room. Grant Lawson was oozing with confidence—so charming and calm—and the way he smiled made my pussy wet instantly.
“Grant,” I moaned, sliding my hand over my breasts and pinching my nipples—suddenly in need of release. I couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy he was or all the dirty things I wanted to do with him.
Thankfully, I managed to concentrate on my answers and present myself in the best way possible today, but as I sat there, so close to him, I just kept thinking how I wanted him to take me right there. I wanted him to take my clothes off and fuck me senseless—on his desk, on that white carpet, against those huge windows or his glass wall...
I should not be having these feelings about my new boss. After all my hard work, I couldn’t throw it away on an office tryst.
I brought my hand to my core, moving one finger around my clit in circles and imagining him—my boss—doing it to me.
I knew he was forbidden. He was my boss. There couldn’t be anything between us. Besides, there was no way he would want me. He would never want a girl like me. He was too sexy, confident, and successful. I was just a plain girl, struggling to make something out of myself. I didn’t wear expensive clothes or drive a fancy car. Hell most days I took the bus. I could only dream about those luxurious places he probably visited on a daily basis, meeting highly important people. He was way out of my league. He probably dated rich girls—those with seductive curves in expensive dresses. Maybe he didn’t even date, after all, because he looked like a playboy.
Indeed, he was just a fantasy, but every girl had a right to have her fantasy, and right now, there was nothing wrong about wanting him.
I sucked my breath in, my sensitive clit swelling under my slow touch.
“Boss...” I pushed one finger inside my tight, hot pussy and imagined him without his clothes on. He probably had a sculpted chest and chiseled abs, considering the fact that he was built so thick. I just loved muscular guys, and he was definitely my type.
I began panting as I increased the tempo of my finger, the pressure building gradually in me and threatening to erupt in an intense orgasm. His cock was probably huge and thick—perfect for my small, needy pussy. He looked like he was made to make women scream in bed as he brought them pleasure. My thighs quivered as I got closer to my climax, and I inserted another digit inside.
“Grant, yes...,” I cried out, cupping my breast with my free hand as the water ran over me. I twisted my nipple, imagining Grant’s long fingers on it, playing with me as he brought me to the edge of orgasming. I would love to come on his cock... My juices poured out of me, sliding down my thighs.
My heartbeat raced now, the pleasure spreading through me more and more, and I brought another finger inside, stretching my pussy widely. His cock would definitely fill me completely and make me come continuously as he kept pounding inside of me.
“Grant!” I screamed, suddenly coming on my fingers, and leaned against the wall as I got lost in the waves of enormous pleasure that washed over me. I closed my eyes, convulsing strongly as the orgasm aftershocks passed through me.
I didn’t remember when the last time I came so hard was. After all the stress of prepping for this interview, I apparently needed a release. Or was it more than that? Was it Grant?
I clearly remembered the way my skin buzzed when we shook hands. He held my hand longer than needed, and it made me burn in anticipation, becoming overly self-conscious. I actually wanted him to continue touching me, feeling somehow disappointed when he’d let go of my hand.
“Madison, you’re really naughty.” I laughed to myself and continued soaping up.
I was proud of my shorter body compared to other women. It made me look delicate, which was something men loved a lot. For some reason, men really liked to be with a small girl, feeling overly protective of them. I didn’t mind that. As a matter of fact, I loved dominant men.
Despite my petite body, I had big enough breasts and butt to “compensate” for other non curvy parts.
I rinsed my hair and groaned when I remembered how I blurted out that thing about getting the best ideas in the shower. “Seriously, Madison?” That came out completely out of blue.
Also, the way I said it implied something different than its original meaning—something much dirtier. I noticed the way his eyes flashed when I said that, and in that moment I just wanted to disappear. That was definitely not something one should say to their potential employer, especially when they were young and as hot as Grant was. He must have taken me for some cheap, stupid blonde when I said that.
He reacted so calmly, reassuring me that everything was okay, and in that moment I was grateful for his patience. I really needed to watch my mouth around him.
I finished with my shower and got out, taking a towel to dry off.
No, I had to get more serious. I had to prove to him I was capable and professional. I would never make such a mistake again. I had to work hard and make it so that he needed me to complete the project.
I dried off quickly and went into my bedroom. I put my pajamas on and decided to start getting involved in this project right away. If I became familiar with the key players and learned everything that was at stake, I could be more efficient and show Grant he hadn’t made a wrong decision when he hired me.
