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I smiled. “Should we?”
“You should.”
“No, we need to have an important department meeting, in my office Sam, now!”
We giggled and walked into the office. My new office. It wasn’t very exciting, more a glorified cubicle with a door than an executive suite but it was all mine. I sat in the chair, and spun around to face Sam, who’d sat in my guest chair, opposite my desk. My phone beeped.
Congratulations. I’m glad it made your Monday. J
Made my Monday? It had made my life. All that hard work I’d put in studying for my CPA was now, at long last, paying off.
Celebration drinks tonight!
“What’s the grin for?” Sam asked.
“It’s Jay.”
“Ah, that explains it. Did you see him this weekend?”
“You could say that.” I gave her a short recount of my time with Jay. Although I glazed over the juiciest bits.
Definitely. J
“Yay, Jay’s coming to the drinks, you can meet him.”
“Now that is something to look forward to.”
“You'll love him.”
Excellent, you can meet everyone
My phone beeped the second after I’d hit send. I looked at it again, wondering who it was from.
Sorry, turns out I have something and can’t make it. J
“Oh. He can’t come tonight.”
“You’d better introduce us soon, he needs your friends’ approval.”
“Okay missy, back to work.”
“But,”
“Out, and that’s an order,” I said pointing at the door. I laughed, and we both returned to our old desks.
In the bar, I bought a round of drinks for everyone who had come out to celebrate with me. I had a small panic attack when my credit card was rejected. I ended up having to split the bill across two cards and hoped my increase came through soon so I could afford groceries.
It was Monday, so none of us were up for a late one,. I walked back to my condo at eight. Jay’s old car car sat out front in a no stopping zone, and I rushed over to it.
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“Hi,” I said tapping on the window.
Jay startled at the noise. He got out of the car, carrying a bag, and wrapped me in a bear hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You can’t leave your car here.”
“It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”
“I thought you were busy tonight.” I opened the door, and we waited for the elevator.
“I was, but I came by when I finished.”
“Why didn’t you text? You could have met me at the bar.”
He shrugged and dangled the bag in front of me. “I thought it would be more fun to give you your congratulations gift in person.”
I hesitated, but unhooked the bag from his fingers. He shouldn’t be spending money on me all the time. “Thanks,” I said, going up on my toes to kiss his cheek. The elevator arrived, and we got on.
As the door closed Jay said, “It might be a selfish gift.”
“Oh?” My interest piqued, I started rustling through the black tissue paper. I saw a flash of silk before the door slid open. As soon as we were in my condo, Jay’s hand was on my waist.
“Go try it on.”
My eyes flashed, what was he up to?
I took the bag into my bedroom and dumped the contents on the bed. The tissue paper had been fastened with a shiny pink sticker. No wonder I hadn’t been able to get through it. I pulled the sticker off and folded back the paper.
Unbelievable. There’s never been such a beautiful garment in my bedroom before. I ran my finger over the sleek fabric and traced the boning of the corset. I picked it up, trying to figure out how to put it on. A crisscross of ribbons spread up the back but on closer inspection I found a hidden zipper down the side. Underneath the corset, still on the tissue paper, sat a matching thong and black stockings.
“Everything all right in there?” Jay called from the other room.
“Yes, just trying to figure out how to put it on.”
“Sorry, I only know how to take it off.”
I pulled off my work clothes, sprayed a few squirts of perfume over me and pulled on the thong. I picked up the corset again and unzipped it. It took a few tries to get it right, but after I spread the ribboning with my fingers several times, I zipped it up.
I paused to run my hands over my satin clad curves, I’d never felt so sexy. So hot. Maybe it was the effect of the celebratory beers. Maybe it was the promotion and the evaporating of all my problems. Maybe it was the way Jay had been waiting at the door for me, wanting me. But for some reason I felt powerful in my new outfit. Like I owned my world.
Once I’d fastened the stockings to the suspenders, I glanced at my bathrobe. No. I didn’t want to hide anything. I wanted Jay to see me. I dug out a pair of old black patent heels from my closet and strutted into the living room.
Jay put down the magazine he’d been looking at and stood. I stopped and put my hands on my hips and slowly twirled. Once I had my back to him, I leaned over and waggled my ass. I could feel his eyes on me as stood up again.
He had moved close, I could smell his body wash and almost feel his clothing against my skin, but he didn’t touch me. Instead I laced my hands behind my head and turned back to him. The intensity of his eyes on me made me both aroused and nervous.
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I waited for him to touch me, but he stayed motionless. My pulse quickened. What was he doing? Was he disappointed by me in the outfit? I spun again, slower this time. As I turned I inched towards him, closing the last of the gap between us.
When I was facing him again, I closed my eyes and waited. I resisted the urge to lean my head into his dress shirt and chanted patience while I tried to slow my breath.
After what seemed like an eternity, his fingertips grazed the ribboning down the back of the corset. His touch lost its gingerness but still he took his time, tracing the ribbon on its zigzag route down my back.
When he reached the bottom, he ran his fingers over the suspenders, careful not to touch the skin of my ass. His fingertips circled the catch on the stockings before moving back up. I swallowed, my heart thudded and skipped in my chest. My head was close enough to hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heart.
His hands hovered their way up the boning in the seam of the corset. When they reached the top, he placed his hands on my shoulders. Their firmness seemed to indicate he wanted me to sink to my knees, and I started to slide down his front but he stopped me.
“Stunning.”
I moaned, letting his words wash over me. Not being able to stand the distance between us any longer, I reached my arms around his torso. His fingers touched my chin, and my body shivered. He tilted my head and kissed me with a gentleness I hadn’t sensed from him before.
As we kissed, his hands became firmer, roaming over me. He kept them on the fabric. The sensation of the satiny fabric against my skin caused a continuous flurry deep in my pelvis. His hands moved to my bare shoulders, the contact of his skin against mine after such a long wait was electric and I moaned into his mouth.
Without warning, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Leaving me standing there, aching. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hardness of his chest and I reached out to touch him. My fingers were only able to graze the outline of his abs.
His shirt fully opened, he drew me into him. I pressed into his muscles, feeling their strength against me, he was strong enough to crush me but I knew he never would. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed. He slid his fingers under the fabric of the thong and the elastic of the suspenders.
I shuffled my legs apart, willing him towards my mound but his hands stayed firmly on my ass. Jay broke the kiss again, trailing kisses down my neck and over the tops of my shoulders. My pussy twinged, desperate for a visit from his lips.
He urged me toward the bedroom. When he pushed me onto the bed, I moaned in delight. I lie there watching as he removed his shirt to rev
eal his biceps, aching for him to come near enough for me to grip them.
“Turn over.”
Giddy with excitement, I rolled over and presented my ass to him. He leaned onto the bed, beside me, his fingers deep in my slick pussy. The abruptness had caught me off guard, and I moaned at the instant tension they built within me.
With his other hand, he slapped my ass. As sudden as it had arrived, he withdrew his fingers from inside me. He got off the bed, pulling me with him. He shoved me towards the bathroom, and I tottered on my jelly legs.
Once in the bathroom he turned me to face the mirror, and stood behind me. He held my eye contact in the mirror.
“I want to see all sides of you when I fuck you senseless.”
A high-pitched moan escaped me, and my already wet pussy screamed for more. Jay’s fingers flickered over the corset’s ribbon. When they reached the bottom, he undid his belt and pants and pressed his hard cock against me.
I was desperate to feel the skin of his cock, instead of its hardness underneath his boxers, and I reached back to grapple for it but he pushed my hand away.
In the mirror, I followed his eyes as they roved over my body. My sexy body. I not only felt hot, I could see that I looked hot. I understood what Jay’s eyes were seeing. The realization made me even more excited. More desperate for his cock in me.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice firm.
“I plan to.”
Through his boxers, he dug his cock against me. I arched my back, trying to get it closer to the right spot. His hand landed on my hip, his other hand at the waistband of his boxers. I felt him push the boxers down, felt his erect cock spring free.
He pushed my thong down, but the suspenders held it up. He struggled a bit with it, gave up, yanked it and tossed the torn garment onto the floor beside us. The animal act made me even wetter, and I pushed my ass into his cock.
I arched my back and spread my legs as much as I could, inviting him inside. He guided his cock into me, my pussy tingled at its presence. Holding my eye contact in the mirror, he thrust into me. I gasped and struggled to pull air back into my lungs. The tingles in my pussy radiated throughout my body, growing in intensity.
His thrusting got harder, more intense. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the swollen cock within me. The tingles exploded, the waves crashing through my body. Jay’s hands gripped my waist, holding me up and I quivered.
“Open your eyes.”
I tried and failed. The orgasm hadn’t finished ripping through me. It slowed, and I tried again, managing to open them. His eyes were boring into mine and I swallowed. He pushed harder into me, faster and I watched as his jaw clenched.
He grunted but didn’t release my eyes. Out of nowhere, another orgasm pushed through my body and I melted in his arms. Jay dug his cock deep into me. The strength of his hands on my waist increased, and he pushed me down onto his cock as he filled me with his cum.
He carried me to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, I landed on top of him, both of us looking at ceiling.
I rolled off of him and laid against his side with my arm around his bare chest. We were opposites, his upper half nude and my lower half naked.
“Thanks for coming over,” I said kissing his shoulder.
“I’m the one who benefited.”
“This was a perfect way to end a perfect day.”
Jay smiled and squeezed me. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
I perched up on my elbow and looked into his eyes. “Stay the night?”
He exhaled, and I braced myself for the no that was coming. “Fine. But only because this is a special occasion.”
My heart swelled, he really had made my day. “Yay.” I went to kiss his cheek, he turned his head at the last minute and our lips met in a sloppy kiss.
“I’m wiped out, I need to sleep” he said.
With my corset still on we snuggled under the blanket. It wasn’t particularly late, but Jay was asleep almost instantly. I shuffled away, to get a better look at the man in my bed. I never thought this day would come.
I never thought I’d ever have a man in my bed again. But I never even considered I’d have such a perfect man in my bed, ever. Not in my whole life did I begin to dream someone like him would ever be interested in someone like me.
The opportunity was impossible to resist. I got out of bed and found my phone and turned on my bedside lamp. There was just enough light hitting his face, and I snapped a photo before crawling back into bed beside him.
It took a long time for me to fall asleep. Not only was I trying to process Calvin and my promotion, I was trying to process the man next to me. It was impossible to imagine life without him now. He’d come out of nowhere and with no effort, found his way into my heart.
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In the morning, I woke up earlier than usual but Jay was already gone. He’d left a note stuck to the bathroom mirror, had to be somewhere, would love to be looking at what you’re looking at right now. I plucked the note off the glass and held it to my face, inhaling it for any hint of Jay’s scent.
What did I see? I looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking up and the corset had twisted on my frame. The stockings were pushed down my legs and straining at the suspenders. But still, I couldn’t deny what he saw in me.
I wasn’t quite ready to lose the outfit just yet. I straightened the corset and tugged up the stockings. It looked a little silly, with my bits bare but the ripped panties were dead at my feet.
Without feeling the least bit silly, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. As I moved to the fridge, I came face to face with the jeans. They looked stupid, duct taped to my otherwise pretty wall. The gooeyness of the tape was probably ruining my paint.
As the coffee brewed, I picked at the edges with my fingers, worried that the paint would come off with it if I treated it like a bandaid.
It took awhile, but I sipped my coffee and kept working away at it until the jeans were freed. I held them up in front of me. Denim. Nowhere near as hot as satin corsets. I put them on the counter and made some breakfast.
I set the bowl of cereal and cup of coffee onto the table. At first I went to sit in my usual seat, but decided it would be more fun to sit in Jay’s seat. To have my bare pussy against the fabric that had touched him.
I crunched the Special K between my teeth. From this seat, I could see the kitchen. Jay must have sat here, eating with me while trying to keep a straight face at the constant sight of the jeans on the wall.
I put my spoon down, strode into the kitchen and tossed the jeans in the trash. Good riddance.
There was still plenty of time before I had to leave for work. I sat around in my corset a little longer before realizing it’s mine. That I can come home from work and put it on again. I removed the stockings and unzipped it.
Once off, I examined it a little more. The label said Agent Provocateur. I’d never heard of them. My fingers skimmed over the label, and along the perfect stitching. Somehow I didn’t think this had been made in a third world sweatshop.
I couldn’t resist. I know it’s rude when someone gives you a gift, but I had to know. I Googled ‘Agent Provocateur.’ Maybe I would buy another one to surprise him with.
Even their website was beautiful, and sexy. Sexy like I wanted Jay back right now. I clicked around until I found my corset. I choked on my coffee. That couldn’t be right.
The corset was two thousand bucks. Easily more than the cost of Jay’s new car. My brow furrowed in confusion. This couldn’t be right. I found the panties, the panties I’d barely worn before he ripped them off of me. Ruined. And they’d cost over three hundred dollars. For almost no fabric. How was that even possible?
It didn’t make any sense. How did Jay have this? Did he steal it? No, that sounded silly. But what possible explanation was there? It’s true he always dressed nicely, in expensive looking stuff, and he wore a flash watch. But he’d said he had all that from before he lost his job.
Now he drove around in a cheap old banger I’m surprised even runs. That made sense to me. That explained the contradiction. Even quail’s eggs and champagne fit in. It’s possible he’d had that champagne sitting around his house. That he’d never had a reason to drink it until our picnic in the park.
And quail’s eggs. Well, I have no idea what they cost, but they’re so tiny it can’t be that much. Maybe he was trying to impress me.
But this lingerie. What are the chances he’d had a brand new set sitting around, unused, in his home that happened to be my size. None. And what are the chances his last job paid enough money to blow almost three grand on a skimpy bit of cloth? No one had that kind of money. Except maybe movie stars.
The questions kept churning around in my mind as I showered and dressed. I tried to push them down. To not have them hanging over my first full day in my new role. The closer I got to my office, the quieter the questions became.
As I stepped into the elevator of my building I laughed. Not only would I never see Calvin again, I didn’t have to think about my bills. I grinned wide and punched the air. It was a good thing no one else was in the elevator with me, or they would have been freaked out.
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I’d arrived before Sam. I went straight into Calvin’s office. My office. The cleaners had been, everything was sterilized and ready for a new inhabitant. They’d boxed any paperwork, I’d have to go through them later to decide what, if anything, I needed to keep. Lord knows I wasn’t keeping anything that even hinted at the prior existence of the Weeksend report.
After I’d finished my inspection of my new workspace, I headed back to my old desk to pack. Sam still wasn’t in. I checked the time, she wouldn’t be here for at least another ten minutes.
I hoped she felt comfortable with me being her new boss. After all, she had been with the company a lot longer than I had. And we’d become such close friends, I hope it didn’t feel too awkward for her. Or worse, that she resented me for getting the position instead of her. Perhaps I should talk to her about it? I don’t know.