Best Job Ever

She watched him come in from across the office. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just your run-of-the-mill sex god walking going into his cubical to start his day. No big deal.

Amanda wanted to believe it, but deep down inside, Amanda knew that her life, the life she had grown so used to, was now forever altered. She couldn't just work in such close proximity to the World's Best Lay and go on as if life was normal. It was anything but normal. It was time to put her plan in motion.

It was the smell that got him first. A hint of cedar. A hint of vanilla. A hint of something else, something warm, something attractive...

Alex shook his head, trying to focus on his morning emails, but the smell wouldn't leave him alone. Not only was it causing him to think about the cause of the smell rather than clearing his inbox, but it was causing not a small amount of arousal. Arousal that was beginning to be an issue. In Alex's pants.

Someone cleared her throat. Alex turned to the entrance to his cubical and saw her. His jaw dropped.

Amanda had dressed as sexily as she thought she would get away with in her position. It would already be scandalous for an account manager to show up in a tight, short, grey minidress and black thigh-high boots, but her goal, her target, was far more important than modesty. If there was an issue, Amanda would pretend it was a mistake, rush home from work to change. But not before she was able to land her prize. Alex Alexander.

She had always liked Alex. He was a great guy. What Amanda hadn't know in all the time she knew him was how great she could feel, how great he would make her feel, if she would only stop being so frigid and let him into her panties. She'd been such an idiot, being so close to this sex god, this Adonis, and never doing anything about it. Well that would change, and it would change that morning.

"Um, good morning," Alex said to his coworker, Amanda. Or what he knew to be the new Amanda. She'd been so dowdy, so nerdy the day before, at least in the first part of the day. Now...

"It is now, honey," he heard her purr before she stepped into Alex's cubical, "you left so suddenly yesterday that we didn't get a chance to finish our conversation."

Alex swallowed hard. The conversation she was talking about was less a conversation, and more Amanda shoving her tongue down his throat.

"I, uh, had to get home," he stammered, "to my wife."

"Ah, yes, Jeffery," Amanda licked her lips, causing Alex to quiver with desire, "she is a catch. I don't blame you. If I was her, I wouldn't want to let you out of my sight. Ever."

The beautiful blonde poured herself down to her knees and placed her hands on Alex's thighs, staring up into his eyes intently. Alex began breathing heavily, every inhale filling his lungs with her arousing aroma, causing a bigger and bigger strain in his crotch.

"Look, Alex," she said to him in a breathy voice, "I know I came on strong yesterday. I'll admit it, the idea of you fucking me makes me want to cream right here, but maybe you weren't ready for that. I get it. If you want to take it slow, let's take it slow."

"Take it slow?" Alex responded, wanted so desperately to grab her and bend her over his desk, but having compromised so far already in his new life, he was unsure whether he could live with himself if he let it go further.

"Slow it is," she said with a smile, taking his words as an instruction. Before Alex knew what was happening, his pants were undone, his underwear down, and his erection was in her mouth. Deeply she sucked on his shaft, her right hand playing with his testicles, her left gripping the base of the shaft, jacking it off when she took a break to lick the tip. Slowly, intently, Amanda gave Alex the best blowjob he'd ever experienced.

"I figure, maybe you just need me to show you that I'm serious," Amanda said, taking a break to come up for a breath, "that I'm not just a tease. I can wait, and when you're ready, I'll be there."

Down she went again. Alex's eyes closed and his head leaned back against the back of his office chair. He was in Heaven. If Heaven had blowjobs, that is. Closer... closer... she brought Alex closer to the brink of orgasm, unrelenting, unyielding. It only took a few moments, but soon enough sperm erupted from Alex's erection, blasting down the throat of his coworker.

There was a brief moment of dizziness as Amanda hungrily swallowed Alex's gift, her first sexual down-payment. Then it passed as if it had never been. And it hadn't, pretty much. Whatever. it wasn't important.

What was important was Mister Alexander. Her boss. Kneeling at his feet, his erection in her mouth, Amanda wondered if he had enjoyed his blowjob. He was a good boss, generous, kind, but she didn't want to be the kind of employee that took advantage of a good man. Amanda wanted to be a contributor. She wanted him to see that she would do anything for the company.

Amanda already knew that she was on thin ice. Sure, her thigh-high boots were sexy, but why had she worn such a dowdy colour as grey? If she had to wear a minidress, why not something cute like pink, or red, or that hot green one she'd picked up on the weekend. Mister Alexander never came out and said that she should dress like a slut, but Amanda knew what he wanted, and it was a small price to pay to have such a great job. I mean, all her friends were like, totally jealous that she gets to be the secretary of the World's Best Lay! Talk about dream job!

Alex opened his eyes and looked down at Amanda. She was beautiful. He was tempted to give her what she wanted, but something distracted him. Well, everything distracted him.

Alex was no longer in his cubical.

Alex was sitting in a large office chair, behind a huge desk, in a great big corner office.

Glancing over at the business cards on the desk, his eyes widened in shock.

Alex Alexander - CEO