Petra's Pay Rise - Sex Stories

Petra's Pay Rise

After several false starts, I hired Petra. She was every manager’s dream. She was always on time and she always did her best. It would turn out that she was my dream in more than professional ways.

From the day she came in for her interview, I noticed the sparkle in her eyes. It was like the world had yet to kick her in the head. She was a couple of centimetres shorter than me, had a spring to her step, and blue highlights in her hair.

I was a jaded thirty-five-year-old. I wanted to hire her on the spot. I went ahead with the interview and I was so glad she did well. That way, I could hire her for the right reasons. I did hire her, and I was completely professional with her - for about six months.

It was a Saturday I will never forget. It was the end of a long day and the two of us were cleaning up the cafe.

“I couldn’t run this place without you,” I said.

“You mentioned that earlier,” she said smiling. “Thank you.”

It was true. Thanks to her, I had been able to take my first holiday in five years knowing that my cafe was in good hands. This had been my first day back and everything had been perfect. “I dread the day when you have to leave.”

“What makes you think I am going to leave?”

“Because you are an intelligent woman who has far more in her than just working in a little sandwich shop.”

She blushed.

We finished clearing up. The place looked good. We were closed on Sunday and she was opening up on Monday. I lived in a flat above the shop. I ...

... wished her good night and expected to hear the sound of the descending shutters but instead, she followed me into my little office.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, taking my seat.

She stood in front of my desk. “Not exactly. Can I say something cheeky?”

“Of course.”

“If you’re worried about me leaving. A raise would keep me around.”

“You’re certainly worth it. But I have to be sure the business can take it.” That wasn’t just me fobbing her off. I was actually looking into it already.

She nodded and sat. “I was thinking of an extra £0.50 an hour.”

“I pay myself that. Not that you aren’t worth the same.”

She picked up a pen from my desk. She kissed it. She slid it into her mouth. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

“I don’t know what more you could do,” I said. “Some weeks you do fifty hours.”

She licked the pen.

I watched her. I knew what her actions looked like. There was no way though. So I decided to say something safe. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, this? Nothing. I am just imagining that this pen is your cock?”

I spluttered. I was very glad I wasn’t having a drink. “You what?”

“You heard me.”

I made a few odd noises that could not be considered language. “Wait. Wait. You want a pay rise so badly that you’re prepared to…”

“Suck. Your. Cock.”

I pinched myself. “Um… that is very sweet. That’s the wrong word. Anyway… even if I was… which I am not… one…of those doesn't equal the amount for the pay rise.”

“Who said anything about ...