A Temp Comes to the Office (Revised) by Risandtylersexscapades

Someone told me once that if you want to feel powerful, wear lingerie under your work attire. I have to admit, they were on to something. As I walked through the hallways at Hopkin’s and Strong’s Legal Services this afternoon in my skin tight Burgundy dress and leather boots, I felt so powerful. It made me so damn wet that I slipped off my panties and put them in the folder my boss asked for. I was accelerating my plans for this firm, but I didn’t care, I wanted his dick so fucking bad. He darted me an inquisitive eye after reaching the third page I’d left them in. I could feel his desire pulsing through his aura. I can only imagine the level it reached when he found the note on page four… a confession really: “I sure am glad there’s attorney-client confidentiality”. On that page I informed my employer that I had broken the company dress code by not wearing anything under my tight, thin dress and he could fully inspect the misdemeanor in the annex copy room after hours. I mention all this to say that I found an even more powerful way to wear this dress than commando: wear it scrunched up around my waist while my boss and his son fuck both of my holes and I lock eyes with the red blinking light of the security camera above us.Let me introduce myself. I’m Sam, I’m 5’3, decent rack, slim fit, and a redhead, through and through — in case you were wondering. At 20 I found myself in the only career I could ever want: a temp. I know that sounds ridiculous, and I know it’s probably not a good long term plan, but I just think you, and anyone who feels that way are simply temping wrong. Each office I walk into is a brand new experience, an opportunity to reinvent myself, and explore my identity… Did I say identity? I meant my sexuality. At the paper company I was a blonde bimbo on a diet of cum and pussy. At the insurance firm I was a powerful dominatrix, commanding men to eat me out while I whipped them or dug my stilettos into their back. I worked reception at a warehouse once, by the end of my term the guys had me chained naked to a post 9 to 5. They could take whatever hole they wished, do as they pleased with me, whenever they pleased. In my assessment the foreman wrote that my “award winning customer service earned us several new, long term clients, she’s free to come back any time to lend us her services.”

I never do come back, that would defeat the purpose, these are my own little novellas. I’ve become an expert at the art of seduction, but H&S seemed to be one of the first where I may not hit 100 (that is sleeping with every employee I interact with). Everyone was all serious, no chance for flirting, even with people checking me out constantly. So how did I finally get the boss and his son, and eventually 100? Well it all starts with Melanie Crawford.

“You know, Mel, you guys really need a way to unwind at this office.”

“Oh I know! Those guys are wound tighter than two dollar watch!”

“What”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you do to wind down?”

“I’ve got two girls waiting at daycare… so… not much.

“Melanie, that’s no excuse, I’ve seen how you work in there, you basically run the firm.”

“I’m not gonna tell you otherwise Sam. I have my ways… it just doesn’t happen til’ the girls are in bed.”

“Oh… you and the mister… I could see how that would help.”

“Yeah, he’s phenomenal. truly.”

“I bet, but whens bedtime?”

“9pm”

“Melanie, that’s 5 hours from now! I heard about the case you had, here, it’s my treat. Tell your husband something came up and you need him to get the kids. Let me take care of his sexy Mrs. for today.”

“Ah what the hell.”

Everything was going so well. I knew Melanie would be easy. I’d watched her lust after me. It wasn’t the vague fantasies of a sexually frustrated housewife. When Dr Crawford looked at me… It seemed she had detailed, well practiced, activities she was envisioning doing to me. So it came as an utter surprise when the rampant flirting over drinks, the touching of her soft, exposed inner thighs, and the suggestive lingering stares brought it a whole heap of nothing! I went in for the kiss that it was clear both of us wanted and the bitch turned away!

“Listen, Sam, you seem like a nice girl, and I’m flattered, I really am. If this were different I would be on you in a heartbeat… but, I’m married, I have a family, and more importantly the law firm has strict policies about this sort of thing. Especially when there is a power dynamic.”

“But I’m Mr. Hopkins secretary, not your secretary. Give me what I want… I fucking want it…” I reached my hand up the gap in her skirt and watched her eyes tilt back. She leaned forward into me and her warm cheek pressed against my own. Her lips mouthed a muted moan. She was already so wet, how could she refuse my young tight little body?

“It still… applies… I…. Stop it…. fuckp.!” Melanie pulled my hand away.

“I don’t mix business with pleasure, I’m sorry Sam… Truly. She dropped a crisp hundred on the counter and walked out the bar, pulling her skirt back down as she left. I guessed it was time to move on to the rest of the team and come back to Melanie later.

Over the next couple weeks I fanangled my way into the pants and skirts of everyone else in the office, the security guards, and even the mailman. All that was left was that fucking bitch Melanie, but my term was coming to an end, and I had to make my move.

So there I sat. Nervous out of my mind as I drafted emails to the entire staff regarding a conference meeting tomorrow at 12:30pm that Mr. Hopkins required everyone to attend. Mr. Hopkins, Mr. Strong, and Dr Crawford all got separate emails that would guarantee their attendance. My pussy was dripping through my khaki slacks. I pressed send, then walked right into TJ’s (Thomas Hopkins Jr.) office, closed the blinds and dropped em. It was close, but TJ fucked harder than his old man. And I needed it.

As he pumped into me I kept picturing Melanie. She was absolutely stunning, and dripped raw sexuality everywhere she went. I pictured her fist buried in my cunt, thrusting in and out as TJ did. I imagined her soft lips swallowing my willing tongue with impunity. The images swirled with the elation of TJ’s sexual prowess and before long I sprayed his $3,000 suit with hot cum. He seemed not to mind and continued railing me until completion. I returned to my desk, hair disheveled, his hot cum deep in my pussy, I had buttoned up my shirt, though one button was ripped off. Underneath, my skin was pinkish red from his voracious groping. I returned to my desk. Several staff had replied to confirm their attendance. One caught my eye. “Looking forward to it Sam — Melanie” My cheeks blushed. Any nervousness that TJ’s hard on was supposed to quell returned instantly and gripped my stomach the rest of the day. I had sex with two more people, as soon as it was over, Melanie’s message was there to remind me that I wasn’t quite sexy enough to seduce her.

Tomorrow came. Lingerie under the dress did less to make me feel powerful today. Especially because of what I planned to do with the number. I wore a black lace bodysuit that accentuated the office’s favorite features I had to offer: my tits, and my flowing red hair. The button up shirt and pencil skirt I put over it felt uncomfortable, and didn’t quite match the stockings or heels. I fidgeted nervously as more and more members of the staff filed into the conference room.

“what the hell was I thinking?!”

Sure I’d fucked em, but I’m asking a bunch of high strung lawyers to figuratively and literally expose themselves to their peers, their rivals! I’d fucked up. I… I just… Melanie threw me off my game. All I could think about was her, and this was my desperate attempt to get her. It was stupid…. But I had to. It would dirve me mental if I didn’t at least try to get in her pants…. well skirt. Melanie smiled with that all familiar lusty gaze mixed with a genuine warmth. She wore a loose white blouse tucked neatly into a grey high waist pencil skirt. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by a Bic pen. It was something she’d do when she was hammering out legal prose on particularly difficult cases. She sat in her usual spot and mingled with those around her. If my pinkish freckled face wasn’t glowing by now, it sure was when she caught me staring at her through the glass walls. Goddamnit! I was a little school girl!

Finally Mr Hopkins arrived and I knew it was time. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the zipper on my skirt as I stood to approach the conference meeting. Once disrobed I grabbed the stack of folders sitting on my desk and sauntered in to the meeting with my 23 coworkers. No one said a word , though all eyes were agape, and transfixed on me. I walked around the table with a confidence that even the slightest hint of protest would have shattered. Though to them I had the air of victorious super villain. I placed each team members folder in front of them, then proceeded to the front of the room where a powerpoint would quickly reveal what was in the folders. Myles, the security guard, had captured photos of each staff member enjoying their favourite vixen secretary. All, but Mr Hopkins’ and TJ’s were then shown on a rapid fire powerpoint demonstration. I watched Melanie, she was perplexed, then annoyed, then…. curious. She opened her folder and simply found a post it note that read “could you make an exception?

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