Amanda's Morning

Amanda Upton felt frustrated. She'd been sitting at her desk for almost an hour, waiting for her boss, the World's Best Lay (or so she'd been told), and was getting bored. She'd already touched up her make-up, fluffed her tits up for the mailboy, and let her left hand slip into her minidress to relieve her tension. Twice.

Where was Alex?

Sure, he was the boss. He could come in whenever he wanted. And Amanda should be grateful for her position, she reminded herself. Secretary to Alex Alexander. All the other girls at the office were jealous of her, how close she was to Mister Alexander, how much access she had to him. To his penis.

Not that it was all about his penis. Amanda loved all aspects of her job. Answering phones, taking notes, filing, blowjobs, research, lap dances, making coffee, all of it was rewarding. She would have enjoyed this position at any office, working under any boss. But Alex made it special, like it was meaningful.

Amanda flicked her long, blonde hair out of her eyes and looked down at the picture she kept as the wallpaper on her phone. She sighed as she saw the throbbing erection on the screen and slipped her hand into her panties again. The picture had been a gift from Mister Alexander, something to help her get through weekends without seeing him. It was a poor substitute, but it worked in a pinch. And as she glanced at the clock, wondering when he would finally join her, she knew it would have to do.