A Hard Bargain - Sex Stories

A Hard Bargain

... So-and-So incredibly good-looking, but in my opinion, his sex appeal couldn't make up for his horrid personality. And Mr. So-and-So used his good looks and prestigious position to get whatever he wanted. He was tall and fit, with dark hair and intense blue eyes. I'd heard him described as both sophisticated and ruggedly handsome. The man was a chameleon, easily able to assume many different roles.

"You wouldn't last a day working for him," I told Sonia. All the secretaries were jealous of her, since her boss was exceedingly kind, almost grandfatherly. He'd even had flowers delivered for Sonia on her birthday! My boss wouldn't have been able to recall my birthday if his life depended on it. Of course, I knew his. The man was in his early forties, which was plenty old enough to realize he shouldn't act like an arrogant asshole.

Once everyone had left the office that Friday evening, I sat at my desk, glowering at the folder before me. I knew I was only hurting myself by procrastinating, but I'd worked late at least half a dozen times within the last month alone. I was tired of Mr. So-and-So taking advantage of my eagerness to do a good job. He was probably out at some bar right now, buying drinks for a woman he planned to screw later on. Remembering the way he sarcastically referred to my "date" brought tears of fury to my eyes. It was as if he found the idea of a man being interested in me utterly ridiculous. Sure, I wasn't a knockout like Sonia, but I was pretty enough, ...

... having inherited my mother's dark hair and eyes. I hadn't inherited her feminine wiles, however. She'd always had a string of men wrapped around her finger.

I tried to focus on the report, but I couldn't concentrate. I was so angry; I wanted to hurl the folder across the room. Having the entire floor to myself was a surreal experience, as I was used to the constant activity that made the office seem to hum with energy during the workday. I looked around, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. "Fuck you, Sir!" I dared to say out loud. Then I practically shouted it.

Shoving the report folder away from me, I stood and strode toward Mr. So-and-So's private office. I didn't bother to turn on the light. Instead, I lingered in the doorway as my heart began racing. Though I realized I was about to do something that could get me fired, it was as if I was simply an observer, strangely detached from my body, while I stepped closer to Mr. So-and-So's desk. His office had a gorgeous view, and since I knew I wouldn't be leaving any time soon, I allowed myself the opportunity to gaze out at the city lights for several minutes. Somewhere in that city, Mr. So-and-So was living it up; he probably had a woman on each arm right now. And I was stuck here.

I decided to make myself comfortable. After kicking off my heels, I lifted my skirt and removed my pantyhose as well, careful not to snag them. That urge to do something outrageous rushed through me again, and before I could talk myself out ...