The CEO! (Jack Stalker and SultrySilhouette)

[Jack Stalker]

The CEO!​

CEO Hugh Johnson had been simply joking around during the board meeting, he;d never imagined that the opportunity he'd bantered about would actually arise. And then suddenly there it was, right out of the blue. The men present were all department heads and they usually got around to discussing how fuckable each others assistants and secretaries were. Some were unfortunate enough to have ,ale ones, while others professed loyalty to their wives and girlfriends. Naturally Hugh had no such feelings of loyalty, besides it was simply guy talk, banter between so called friends. He had even joked that if one of the others managed to employ a fuckable secretary he would have to dissolve their department and take them for himself.

Them, as fate would have it, such a thing happened! After identifying Selena Grant as one of the most fuckable employees ever to grace the shores of their company, her boss went and lost a multi million dollar contract, by getting himself caught fucking the clients wife. There was nothing wrong with that pf course, marriage vows like laws, taboos, and contracts, were made to be broken, but getting caught was another natter. It gave him great pleasure to dismiss the man and disintegrate his department, but the desperate employees who remained looked eager to do anything to stay with the highly successful corporation, and Selena Grant was among them.

Looking like a whore who had bred with a slut, her body commanded attention, with every man she ever met spending far more time that could veer be considered polite, raping her with their eyes and imagining all sorts of depraved and carnal acts with er young tight flesh. Her plump lips, small but perfectly sized tits, her luscious ass and full thighs, leading down to rounded calves and fuck me heels on her dainty feet. A man in her office spent the whole fucking day hard, ready to pound and wreck their wive when they got home, of perhaps taking the time to jerk off in the work toilets of fantasise in the back of their limo. Naturally defiling your employee was frowned upon, again, only if you were caught... but for Hugh Johnson? Hell, he made the rules and this one was going to be broken, just like Miss Grants tight young holes were going to be if she wanted to keep her extremely profitable and well paid and perked job.

Arriving at his interview office, a sumptuous corner office on one of the higher floors, which was decked out in leather and chrome design and sported an en suite as well as a conversation pit with a wall sized screen attached.. He discovered the door open and someone inside already. Of course he had scheduled her appointment for a few minutes later, even as the first on his list. Naturally there was only one name on that list, though others had been selected to show up in the waiting area outside, simply to provide the illusion of some pressure for her to seal her deal with him. There was no one applying for this position who could compete with Selena's looks, and if she was as ready to give him what he wanted, to give him the young flesh that he craved to replace the worn and distant attentions of his wife, then her place as his new P.A was assured. "Here already Miss Grant. You must be particularity eager for the position." he told her, extending a hand and affording her a smile as he raped her from head to toe with his eyes. He straightened his tie as he spoke, his mind far from his family and any shred of moral decency as he admired her up close for the first time.

 

[SultrySilhouette]

She smiled back even as his eyes roved over her body, in corporate culture she was used to it, even encouraged it. Her tight, short expensive black skirt barely stopping below her rear, her long, tight shapely legs completely bare and in a set of needle-thin stiletto heels, ridiculously expensive and overly stylish and fashionable. She wore a sleeveless top that left her arms and shoulders bare and exposed an ample decollete. It hugged her alluring figure tightly, accentuating how tight her waist was and how her hips flared outwards, not to mention how her back arched.

She hadn't familiarized herself with the department at all, instead she had spent hours selecting an outfit, working on her make-up and perfecting her appearance, it would be far more relevant for being selected. Most CEOs were so easy to tempt into hiring her, a few smiles, some alluring shifts and flirtatious compliments and they were like putty in her hand. With this one, though, she might not have to completely lie when she flirted. He was quite a looker and a charmer, probably a lady killer who loved and was loved by the ladies.

Even when his eyes had roved over her body, perusing her like a pair of heels, she hadn't felt the slight sense of disgust and arrogant condescension she usually felt, quite the opposite. She felt flattered, like his eyes had acknowledged her as worthy to watch.

She was all smiles as she sat down and unlike her usual modus operandi, where she gradually escalated her seduction so she could be a lazy bitch and do the minimum amount of work, she now opened with flirtation, one of her medium level moves. "Oh I am quite eager, Mister Johnson," she said, eyeing him with interest that was no longer feigned or even exaggerated as one long, shapely, tight leg rose gracefully to cross over the other, a brief flash of a tight black thong visible between her legs.

"So...what will it take for me to get this function?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

As far as he was concerned, Selena Grant was young and fuckable, a typical cock teasing little whore who likely knew exactly what she needed to do in order to get ahead in the business. Use her body and her flesh to fuck her way to the top, and there wasn't much top left after Hugh Johnson. He watched her sit down as he moved past to take up his own seat on the other side of the chrome and black desk which dominated the corner of the office. Her thighs stroking against one another as she flashed a glimpse of her panties, a thong in this case. That was unsatisfactory of course, he preferred the feel of lace between his fingers as it was torn off a woman's body, but that was simply something she could be taught to adhere to later.

Sitting down he pondered the proceedings. It was clear from the start that she was willing and ready to do whatever it took, he could see that in the way she dressed, the way she acted. Some girls got off on the thought of simply fucking their boss, regardless of rewards. Others liked the fact that they were fucking a married man, someone who already had a cunt to throw his load into, but who, for whatever reason, could be tempted away by their hotter and more nubile forms. Some thought it gave them power of some sort, to manipulate, to blackmail. Naturally he had ways of dealing with things like that, no, to him Selena presented not a danger to be avoided, but a young tight cunt to be fucked, a youthful energy to be claimed and defiled, a attractive girl who could be used and abused by cock fingers and tongue for as long as she wished to keep her trophy job.

"You're here because your boss fucked up." he stated plainly. "I had to dissolve his entire fucking division." he added a little heatedly. "You were part of that division, and perhaps you were part of the problem Miss Grant? However I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt... although I admit I have some concerns about how this all came about in the first place." he frowned. "Your boss strayed into the cunt of a clients wife, despite the fact that he was married, which then again is little obstacle to fun around here..." he paused, rubbing the wedding band on his finger in a nonchalant fashion as he looked at her across his desk. Standing up he walked around the desk and deposited himself sitting against it, next to her. Looming over her and staring down at first her legs, then trailing his gaze up to her face. "If you had been doing your job, keeping him focused on the promise of a chance to fuck his secretary, then he would not have gone chasing another mans wife. Bad form all around really. I mean how can I trust that assigning you to someone won't simply result in the same disastrous situation arising again?" he continued with a grin. "We both know that your CV is worthless.. Your worth is between those delicious thigh Miss Grant, as you full well know by the way you wear that 'fuck me' dress and those 'rape me' heels.

He took on a more composed and stern expression. "If you want to hold onto your job, your salary, your perks, then I need to be convinced that you have what it takes to get the attention of a man you assigned to work for. Even if he's married. I need to know that you are fit for purpose. This isn't simply a job interview miss Grant, its an assessment as to whether you need to be punished, disciplined for your errors... and whether you have what it takes to continue here. Well Do you have what it takes?" he asked impatiently. "Tell me. How wood you handle a new boss. What would you do to get his focus where it should be.... while you answer, take off your dress, I need to appraise your attire and make sure it fits the company standard."