A Dream Come True Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 01

... secretary, Rachel. She was a woman who cared greatly for her comforts, to say the least, and so she was a bit larger than usual. It also didn't help that she was short, just barely scraping five feet with shoes on, so the weight stacked onto her in a somewhat less than flattering way. Even so, she made up for it with her charisma, and her cute face, framed by her back length brown hair, at least made her easy on the eyes.

Mike nodded to her. No doubt by this point, you've realized that Mike Hall was similar to Michael. To say the least, his parents had an interesting sense of humor.

"Anything special on the agenda today?" He asked as he stepped past her desk, leaving the door to his office open so she could speak and he could still clearly hear her.

"Nothing too crazy, I think," she spoke, moving to his door with a clipboard in hand. "You have a meeting at noon about the coming inspection of that new government building they finished recently. The one on Grand?"

Mike nodded, putting his jacket up on a hook. "Right. Yeah. I remember." He didn't look forward to meetings, but at least he knew that he'd be helming the next round of inspections, which meant he'd be out of the office for a few days. He certainly liked his office, it was a nice, cozy, comfortable little place that he'd made his own over two years prior. It also had plenty of privacy as well. And normally, only one person came to visit him, and that was simply his secretary. He did his job and did ...

... it in a satisfactory way, so his bosses rarely looked over his shoulder and instead, trusted him to do what he was hired to do.

"So." Rachel smirked, leaning against the doorway. "You had the dream again, didn't you?"

Mike was briefly taken aback by her straightforwardness, and his brows furrowed. He was quiet for a few long moments, wondering if he should respond to her, but then he figured it couldn't hurt.

"Yeah."

"Know how I can tell?"

Mike sat in his chair and leaned back, eyes drifting between her and the small pile of paperwork on his desk demanding his attention. Even if he was annoyed by both her cockiness and the work at hand, he couldn't deny he was curious. "Fuck it. Tell me how."

"You're not as stressed as you normally look."

She was right. He didn't feel as stressed as he normally did, and Rachel had always been good at picking up on those kinds of subtleties. In fact, it was that sort of perceptiveness that had saved them from a bad contract or two in the past, and one of many reasons why he kept her around. She always noticed things he didn't, and was the best judge of character he'd ever seen in his entire life. Anytime he met a new potential client, he took her along with him to get her opinions afterward.

"I never should've told you about Emma."

"I think it's hot as hell," Rachel giggled, stepping into his office. She moved around his desk to grip the arms of his chair, turning it, and him, to face her. "Did you jerk off this ...