Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Internal windows the proposal said. Quite an understatement. The whole fucking wall is made of glass. Mr Gregory’s desk is angled to give some coverage, but crawling over and hiding underneath is going to be riskier than Die Hard.
I see him through the glass, and he’s definitely worth taking a chance for. He has the kind of salt and pepper hair I love, with a clipped grey beard. He’s clearly athletic under his suit, and his confidence is strong enough to make my cheeks warm. He looks formidable. I wouldn’t want to cross him in a work capacity in a million years.
He wasn’t lying when he said there were risks involved. He wants the thrill of a slut whore crawling over to his desk, which is hot as fuck, and if I manage it, great stuff. If I fail, I’ll be escorted from the premises by security with my arm locked behind my back – a filthy, slutty criminal, playing games I shouldn’t be.
I’m coming to love being a naughty girl.
I glance around me, scanning my tenancy paperwork intently until the coast is clear. The other offices are glass fronted too, but the figures sitting at their desks are masked by huge PC screens. Mr Gregory isn’t a total hedonist. He knows this feat must be possible.
I wait until the final woman in the corridor closes the door behind her and then I make a dash for it. I pull my client’s door open, dump my tenancy paperwork and handbag on a cabinet to the left, and the door clicks shut as I drop to my knees – crawling on a mission to make it to his desk as he watches me. Damn, my heart is thumping like crazy. I try to keep my eyes on him and focused on the task at hand, hoping my stockings aren’t snagging on the carpet. Mr Gregory doesn’t smile, just glares as I approach, and it hits me again just how strong roleplay can be.
In User 4109’s world, I’m a slutty bitch out to snare him during one of his most important work presentations, and in my world, I’m becoming what he wants. A whore of an intern at SQW, desperate for a taste of Mr Gregory.
My crawl across the carpet feels like it lasts an age. I’m panting when I make it to the desk and throw myself into the gap between the mahogany pedestals. It’s a desk worthy of his status, so I’ve got plenty of room to manoeuvre, but first of all I pull my knees to my chest and catch my breath.
Bruce Willis has nothing on me. I didn’t need a ventilation shaft to get to Mr Gregory’s shaft. I did it on my knees with my butt on show.
I allow myself a few moments to soak in the sound of Mr Gregory’s voice. There are barely more than a few acknowledgements from him. Mainly it’s a host of voices on his call, talking about financial stats. Still, I get the tone. His voice is deep and authoritative. I imagine it could be thunderous if he was on the attack. I hope I get a taste of it.
But right now, there is only one thing I want a taste of.
I’m so slow as I edge towards him, back on my knees. I’m gentle as I sweep my hands up his thighs. That isn’t Mr Gregory’s style though, seemingly. He’s giving an appraisal of some budget summary or other when he unbuckles his belt and tugs down his zip to free his cock for me. It’s a good size. Really good. A tower of a dick with the veins already showing proud. He’s probably been palming himself for ages.
I hold back a squeal as his hand darts and he fishes around under the desk for me. His fingers soon find my hair and he grips it tight and wrenches me closer, angling his cock straight for my mouth.
He’s done this before. That much is obvious when he uses my mouth as a fuck toy, yanking me back and forth on his dick without even breaking a sweat. He jams into my throat, and I take it, my eyes watering as I struggle to stay quiet. Any loud gurgles could sound out loud on his microphone.
It’s a relief when he lets go of my hair and leaves me to my own devices. I suck in some long, deep breaths to calm myself, before I present my slutty self with a new attitude.
User 4109 may have done this before, but not with me – whorish Holly, climbing the ranks.
I put my hands on his knees and push back slowly, grateful his chair is on wheels. He shoots me a glare, but I mouth a please, imploringly. Please, Sir. He clears his throat as he registers Sir. I can tell he likes that.