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A Well Paid Reward

"Mia Le Roux to Mr. Rickston's office please. That's Miss Mia Le Roux, to Mr. Rickston's office." Damn. As I looked around, the heads of the other workers swiveling round to gaze upon me as I stand, brushing myself off and composing myself in my small oval mirror standing on my small work space. Long, wavy brunette hair, dark brown eyes, dark red lips followed by a tight, flat stomach. A small, slightly curved ass and perk, dainty tits, my tits are what I see as my only let down to the perfect body. Not that people don't talk to me, I get attention at every bar I hit, but at times like these I wish that attention would simply disappear. I pull a single long strand of hair of my black work jacket, making sure my tight knee length skirt isn't creased. Making sure my small black pumps are polished enough, I make my way to my boss' office. "You may come in." Opening the door, I enter, closing it behind myself with a small click as the auto-locking mechanism activated, sealing us both from the outside world. I walk to the front of his desk and stand, staring blankly into Mr. Rickston's piercing blue eyes. He stands, straightening his black tailored suit, sweeping a large hand through his thick combed black hair, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. He motions to the chair behind me and sits in his large leather chair once again. He crosses one leg over the other as he leans forward, waiting until I am fully seated in front of him before breaking the silence. "I presume ...

... you know why you are here, Mia?" he asks, his arms crossing as he leans back in his chair awaiting my response. "I'm afraid I don't Mr Rick-" "Please, call me Dominic," he replies, cutting my sentence short with his powerful, yet gentle voice. "Sorry Sir... I mean, Dominic," I reply, nodding my head in recognition of this mutual respect. "Well Mia, let me tell you." As he speaks, he stands. Walking calmly over to his glassed wall, looking out over the city, his voice never trailing. "Over the past few weeks I have noticed a sharp increase in Budget profiting, and this has all started ever since you were promoted to the board's treasurer." He turns to face me, walking over and stopping to look down on me,as silence fills the room once more. I realise he is waiting for my reply, so I stand, a good six inches shorter, but holding his gaze nevertheless. "I am only doing my part for the business, Sir, but if you wish to congratulate anyone, I feel the rest of the board should be involved as they have been doing this far longer than I have." Happy with my reply, I wait patiently for his next statement, all the while taking glances at his powerful build. "That may be true, but we have never had this large an increase and I feel you are deserving of this." Leaning in close, his voice becoming a hoarse whisper he adds, "Deserving... of me." As the last word leaves his mouth he takes my hand, placing it over the large bulge I had somehow failed to notice growing in his crotch. "Sir!" ...