The man, however, didn't glance up from his paperwork. "No, Missy, that will be all, I think," he said, waving one hand vaguely in the air.
Missy felt a little put out, but she straightened up carefully, making sure to accentuate the long, slender lines of her figure. Her mini-skirt ended only a fraction of an inch below the perfect curves of her ass, and if Richard Carlyle happened to slide one hand up along the inside of her perfect bronze thigh, he'd soon find a very distinct lack of underwear beneath...
The man didn't even notice, however. Missy was pretty sure that she could have been wearing a chicken costume, and the man wouldn't have noticed! She threw back her long blonde waves over her shoulder and let out a snort as she stomped out in her high heels.
It's not easy to stomp in high heels, but the buxom blonde bombshell managed it.
As she slammed the door to his office shut behind her, Carlyle glanced up, his brow furrowing briefly. Was something bothering his secretary? He felt much more comfortable reading a financial report than another person, but she seemed annoyed somehow.
He glanced down at the fresh stack of documents that Missy had delivered to him. She'd left a pink sticky note on top, complete with her phone number and a couple of Xs. That was thoughtful, Carlyle noted absently to himself. If she'd left anything out, he could call her about it.
He wasn't sure about the Xs, but interpreted them to mean that she wasn't going to strike out if she could help it.
Real go-getter, that Missy, he thought briefly to himself before his mind filled up with numbers.
*
"Your coffee, sir- oh, no!" Missy suddenly exclaimed as she tilted the cup forward, spilling the brown frothy liquid out all over the man in front of her. "Oh my, I'm so clumsy! I ought to be spanked for it!"
"Oh, that's all right, Missy," Carlyle replied quickly, standing up as the coffee poured down over his crotch. "I'm sure you just tripped-"
Missy had already dropped down to her bare knees on the carpet, bending forward and rubbing both her hands over his crotch. "We need to get those pants off of you right away, sir, so they don't stain," she insisted, her nimble fingers flying to his belt and tugging it free. "Come, now, let's get you out of all those wet clothes!"
She had the belt undone, the button open, and her fingers were on the zipper! Finally, she was going to get the man naked - and then it was just a matter of wrapping her lips around him. Missy knew that, once his dick was inside a girl's mouth, no man would ever pull away-
"Here, no need to worry!" Suddenly, Carlyle's hands were down beneath her shoulders, lifting her back up! "Let me show you something."
Before she knew what was happening, the man was stepping away from her - and pulling open one of the wooden panels that lined his massive office, he revealed a small closet, full of clean hanging suits!
"You see," Carlyle explained, grabbing one of the fresh suits off of the rack, "I tend to sometimes have a little accident with lunch. And vinaigrette is impossible to get out of white linen - I know, I've tried. So I keep a couple extra changes of outfit here, just in case.
"But here," he finished, handing the coffee-stained pants to Missy as he pulled on the fresh set. "You can take these and get them dry-cleaned for me. Put it on the company account, of course - anyone could have slipped there!"
Met with that well-meaning, innocent smile, Missy couldn't think of anything to do but nod and accept the stained garment. "Of course, sir," she sighed, turning and heading back out of the office.
Carlyle smiled as he gazed after her. What a thoughtful young woman! She was clearly loyally devoted to him. She must have known that he had an investors' meeting this afternoon, and wanted him to be both alert and spotless. She deserved a raise, he noted to himself.
*
"Excuse me!" The call stopped Missy in her tracks, halfway to the door to the man's office. "Missy, I think there's been some mistake!"
She turned and glanced back at Carlyle behind his desk, biting her lower lip seductively. "What's wrong, master?" she asked.
Carlyle flicked through the stack of papers she'd just placed in front of him. "Yes, Missy, this is the Kleiberson report. I need the Daniels report."
"Oh no, I've made such a mistake!" Missy exclaimed, dashing back and dropping to her knees beside the man. This time, her low-cut top was held up only by the thinnest of spaghetti straps looping over her shoulders, and it offered an expansive view deep into her cleavage. She'd carefully picked out a top a full two sizes too small - and with no bra, her nipples stood out like quarters through the thin, sheer fabric.
"Now, now, that's okay-" Carlyle began, but Missy had already pushed him back in his chair from the desk, pushing herself forward and into his lap. "Missy, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I've been a bad girl," his secretary cried, wiggling forward so that she lay across his lap. "Please, master, you need to spank me and teach me a lesson!"
Carlyle blinked as the woman wiggled her perky round ass up at him. She'd chosen another short little miniskirt today, this one little more than a belt. "Spank you? Missy, I don't think that's necessary-"
"Oh, please, if you don't, I'll never learn my lesson!" the woman cried dramatically, managing to twist so that, even with her ass right in range of the CEO's hands, she could give him another beguiling glimpse down at her full breasts. "I've been such a bad girl, and you need to punish me with a good spanking, right on my tight little ass!"
Missy mentally crossed her fingers. This had to work! How could any man resist her, in his lap like this and begging for him? This would make most men blow a blood vessel and collapse right there! When she came in for work this morning in this outfit, two of the security guards had suffered spontaneous bloody noses!
But incredibly, Carlyle just stood up, gently easing her off of his lap. "Now, now, Missy, I would never hit a woman," he chided her gently. "I'm very progressive like that, but I believe that chivalry is a lost art these days that needs to be revived."
"But master, I've been bad, and I need to be punished-"
"Nonsense!" Carlyle insisted with a broad grin as he helped her up to her feet. "You're a wonderful secretary, and you shouldn't punish yourself like this. Any man would be happy to have you working for him!"
"Now," he went on, as Missy blinked and tried to understand how she'd been so kindly rejected, "if you could go bring me the Daniels file, that would be perfect. There's a good girl, then!"
Wondering if the CEO had somehow lost his penis in some sort of yacht accident, Missy tottered out of the room, defeated.
Carlyle shook his head as he watched her go. A fine girl, he thought to himself, but she needed to shake those old-fashioned notions of punishment. Maybe he needed to sign her up for a woman's empowerment course, give her a bit of self-confidence.
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