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“We need to talk about the way you’ve been dressing for work. It’s extremely distracting for the employees and the customers. We’ve already had to deal with several situations with male patrons,” he begins, folding his hands on his desk and leaning forward.
My hands begin shaking, and I do everything in my power to keep them still. “I’m sorry, I saw the way the other girls dress, and I thought it would be okay,” I say, feeling my voice waver as I stammer out my excuse.
“I hardly get anything done while you’re here. The other day, you were hardly wearing underwear, and your dress was barely long enough to cover your ass,” he says, growing more upset.
I suddenly feel a strong sense of embarrassment and arousal at the implication. Akim is so distracted by me that he’s angry about it.
“What do you mean you hardly get anything done?” I ask, taking the risk of talking back.
“That doesn’t concern you,” he says, annoyed and defensive.
“You’re scolding me because of howyoufeel around me. I think it does concern me,” I retort.
Akim shakes his head, moving his hand down under his desk and grabbing between his legs. “Sometimes I just sit here, stroking my cock so that I’m not tempted to grab you from the bar and bend you over my desk,” he admits, and I can tell that he’s at war with himself. It’s clear that he’s irritated that he hasn’t gotten a lot done lately, but he’s so horny that he doesn’t care.
“You’ve been masturbating to me?” I ask, feeling warmth spreading between my legs at the idea. Thinking about Akim’s eyes rolling back in his head, hot, sweaty, and naked in his big leather chair, makes me blush all over.
“I have been, and it’s your fault,” he says in a deep voice. “Maybe I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you if you weren’t dressing like you want me to fuck you every night at work.”
I scoff at his accusations. The way I dress isn’t for him. “So, you’re really going to make me dress differently? I know I already make a good hourly wage, but I like the tips I get when I’m dressed nicer,” I say.
“I didn’t say that. But I am going to make sure you understand the impact you have on me,” he replies. “Come over here.”
I rise from my chair on command, feeling my legs shake slightly as I steady myself on his desk. My panties are getting wet now, and I’m wondering if I’ll soak through my dress. The material is already so thin that my nipples show even when they’re not hard.
I step up to him, and he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.
So close I can smell his cologne again.
“You want to know what I think about doing all day when you’re dressed like that? What I’d rather be doing than placing fucking orders for grenadine and hard seltzer?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply sheepishly, totally forgetting that I shouldn’t be with him. This is a mistake.
He wraps his arms around my legs slightly, and I feel the tips of his fingers run lightly up and down the backs of my thighs. My clit instantly starts to throb and swell.
“I think about doing this to you, at least for a few minutes here and there. Just long enough at a time for you to start to get needy,” he says, continuing to touch me as he moves his hands in towards my inner thighs. “Then I’d move inside like this, just grazing your pussy enough to feel how wet I’ve made you while you try to keep a straight face,” he continues as he lightly brushes his fingers against the thin cotton of my thong.
The front of my panties is wet, and he moves from stroking my legs to just running the tips of his fingers along my slit. “That’s exactly how I’d want you to feel. Then, I’d sit back for a little while, watching you struggle to concentrate as your pussy longs for me. You’d try to fight it all night, but I’d know that when you got in your car, you’d rub your pussy until you came all over the seat. You wouldn’t even wait until you got home.”
He moves my panties to the side, exposing my soft, slick vulva.
“I want you to show me how you’d rub your pussy for me,” he says.
My face flushes. I’ve never masturbated in front of a man before, or in front of anyone, for that matter. How am I going to do this? What will happen if I don’t?
“Right here?” I ask, panicking slightly.
“Yes,” he commands.
I’m trembling now, both from shame and arousal. I have to admit, the idea of masturbating for Akim in his office is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a wet dream before. But now that the chance is here, I feel frozen in my tracks.
“Do you need me to help you?” he asks patronizingly.
“No, no,” I reply quietly.
“Then show me. How would you touch your pussy after I teased you all day? It’s only fair you understand how difficult it is for me to function like this,” he says.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, but I’m so nervous that I don’t know if I’ll be able to make myself cum.
