Kara (Office - Day 1)

Kara walked into the marble and glass lobby of Thompson, and Kline Law Firm, her sleek black heels clicking sharply on the polished floor. Her pencil skirt pulled taut around her thighs as she strode to the elevator, aware of the lingering gazes of men following her. Although everyone knew that she was content in her marriage, the life of an attractive woman often draws attention.

The doors slid open and Kara stepped inside, smoothing her fitted jacket over her breasts. She pressed the button for the 15th floor and leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment.

When the doors opened again, Kara strode onto the floor, her gaze immediately finding Kim at the reception desk chatting with a couple of coworkers. Her assistant jumped up, clutching a stack of files to her chest.

Kim is Kara's law assistant. She stands at 5'1", and although her figure is petite, she has a surprisingly curvy physique that can be difficult to shop for. She usually wears a beautifully tight shirt partially covered by a tailored jacket and always pairs it with some type of skirt rather than pants. It's likely due to the challenge of finding bottoms that would fit her curvaceous hips.

"Good morning, Ms. Stone," Kim said, her cheeks flushing.

"Good morning, Kim," Kara purred. "Is everything ready for the Michaels case?"

Kim nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am. All the files are on your desk."

"Excellent." Kara walked past Kim's desk, aware of the younger woman's gaze following her. She paused in the doorway of her office, glancing over her shoulder. "That will be all for now, Kim."

Kim ducked her head. "Yes, Ms. Willows."

Kara entered her office, settling into the high-backed leather chair behind her desk. The room was spacious and elegant, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the skyline. Mitchell had rewarded her well for her work on the highest profile case last year.

A knock on the door-frame made Kara look up. Mitchell stood there, smiling. Her boss was tall and distinguished, with salt and pepper hair and a strong jaw. His gaze drifted down to the hint of cleavage revealed by Kara's jacket before meeting her eyes again.

"Kara, I wanted to compliment you on your work ethic," Mitchell said, stepping into the office. His cologne wafted to her, a pleasant sandalwood scent. "The Michaels case is progressing rapidly under your lead."

"Thank you, sir," Kara said, keeping her tone professional. "I'm pleased with the progress so far."

"As am I." Mitchell gazed at her for a long moment. Kara kept her expression neutral, though she could sense his arousal. Her boss had always maintained proper professional boundaries, though.

Finally Mitchell cleared his throat and glanced away. "Carry on, then. Let me know if you need any further resources for the case."

"I will, sir. Thank you."

Kara watched Mitchell leave, a faint smile curving her lips.

Kara asked Kim to help her soon after, giving her a pile of documents to organize and store. Kara found a certain pleasure in bossing Kim around, watching as she bent over a drawer in her skirt, which revealed the top of her lacy stockings. Kara could have gone into the restroom to admire some lace, but there was something about having Kim obey her every command that made her heart flutter with delight.

"Kim, would you mind getting some coffee?" Kara asked. "It's going to be a long day."

"Of course, Ms. Stone." Kim straightened, smoothing her skirt down. She bustled out of the office, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

Kara leaned back in her chair, gazing out the window again. The skyline really was lovely from up here.

"Kara, how are you today?"

Kara looked over to see Janice standing in the doorway. Janice was one of the office's suckers, dressed as always in a business jacket left open to reveal her large perky bare breasts. Her collar fitted tightly to her neck, "Janice" embossed on the front in large white letters, a tiny tie dangling from the ring, hanging down between her breasts. Below the jacket, Janice wore stockings but no panties, her smooth, glistening, pussy on display.

"I'm doing well, Janice," Kara said. She knew Janice wasn't actually interested in idle chit chat, but Kara had always appreciated the sucker's polite and cheerful demeanor. "How are you today?"

"Very well, thank you for asking," Janice said. Her gaze drifted down to Kara's lap, no doubt wishing Kara had a cock to suck. With a wistful sigh, Janice glanced up again. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you today."

"I will," Kara said. "Thank you, Janice."

Janice respectfully leaves, walks down the hall, and enters the boss’s office, the door left open. Kim returns with the coffee, and they can hear slurping and moaning from down the hall. Both women avoid each other's gaze, but it's clear they're both aroused slightly, forming images in their head of what's happening in the boss's office.

Kara tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting to the image of Janice on her knees under Mitchell's desk, his cock sliding between her lips. Kara couldn't deny a twinge of envy at the thought. To have a cock and experience the pleasures of Janice's eager mouth...

With a soft groan, Kara squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy had grown damp at the thought, aching with need. She wanted to feel soft lips wrapped around her length, to grasp Janice's blonde hair and guide her ministrations. Blue eyes gazing up at Kara, pleading and eager to please. Kara wanted to feel the sucker's throat constrict around her as she came, filling Janice's mouth with hot spurts of cum.

Kara shook her head, dragging in a sharp breath. She couldn't think such thoughts at work. But the images persisted, refusing to fade from her mind's eye.

Kara bit her lip against a moan, her cunt throbbing. She wanted it, wanted the pleasure and release a cock could give. She always wondered why the men and Owners enjoyed using Janice's mouth. Janice's Sucker nature left her pretty uninterested in a woman's cunt. If only Kara could experience it for herself, to slide deep into that warm, wet heat and—

A knock rattled her office door, jerking Kara from her fantasy. She scowled at the interruption, her cheeks burning as she called out, "Come in!"

Kim peeked inside, a stack of files in hand. "Here are the bank statements relating to the case, as requested."

Kara nodded, gesturing to her desk. "Thank you, Kim. Just leave them there."

Kim bustled over, depositing the files on the corner of the desk. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, that's all," Kara said. "Thank you, Kim."

Kim dipped her head and withdrew, mercifully closing the door behind herself.

Kara released a slow breath, her face still flushed. Back to work, she told herself sternly. No more distracting thoughts.

She didn't need a cock to experience pleasure. She had other means of satisfying her needs, and fantasizing about impossible things would do her no good.

Kara straightened the files Kim had brought, determined to focus on her work. But the images persisted, refusing to leave her be.

Kara grit her teeth, frustration mounting. No matter how she tried, she couldn't banish the fantasy from her mind. Her cunt pulsed in time with her racing heart, arousal spiking through her veins. She needed release, one way or another, before she could concentrate again.

Her hand slipped under her skirt hem and between her legs as she leaned back in the chair, grasping at the hot ache between her thighs. Kara rocked against her palm, breath catching at the burst of pleasure that shot through her.

It wasn't enough. She needed more.

In a fit of lust, she grabbed at her thin lace panties and pulled them off, out from under her skirt. The ripping noise wasn't very loud, but it was incredibly satisfying. She really liked those panties, and was momentarily saddened to see them go. Her fingers redoubled their efforts, sliding through her slick folds to plunge deep inside her cunt. Being panty-less in the office and masturbating with her door open was really starting to push her over the edge.

A broken moan spilled from her lips as she pumped her fingers in and out, as fast and hard as she could. The fantasy surged back to the forefront of her mind, Janice on her knees with lips stretched wide around Kara's cock, throat working as she swallowed Kara down.

Kara, suddenly embarrassed, realizing she didn't sound anything like Janice. Coworkers down the hall would put two and two together, and either assume Janice was licking carpet for the first time, or Kara was getting fucked.

Kara laid back in her chair, letting the orgasmic release wash over her. Her hand still deep in her cunt, her other hand had found it's way to a hard protruding nipple and was—

The sharp rap of knuckles on wood jerked Kara back to reality in a flash of panic. She yanked her hand free and adjusted her jacket as Kim was standing there, in the mostly open doorway.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Ms. Stone, but your three o'clock appointment is here."

Kara's cheeks burned under Kim's curious gaze, mortification rendering her speechless. How long had Kim been standing there, and just what had she seen?

Kara cleared her throat and straightened in her chair, hoping her flushed cheeks would fade quickly. "Send them in, please."

Kim blinked slowly behind her glasses, gaze dropping briefly to the front of Kara's skirt before she nodded. "Of course. I'll bring them right in."

The door closed behind Kim with a soft click, and Kara released a shaky breath. That had been completely embarrassing. She couldn't afford to be seen as a nympho or slut, not now that she was so close to making partner.

A soft knock preceded the opening of her office door, and Kara plastered on her most professional smile to greet her clients. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson took a seat across from her desk, immediately launching into the issue that had prompted their visit.

Kara listened with half an ear, mind still distracted by the mortifying possibility that Kim might say something to the other partners. She'd have to do some damage control, and quickly. As soon as the Andersons left, she would speak with Kim to ensure her discretion.

The meeting dragged on interminably, Kara's anxiety mounting with every second that ticked by. By the time the Andersons finally departed, she was nearly frantic to speak with Kim and tie up this loose end before it tarnished her career. Kim was a notorious gossip.

Kara paged Kim the moment the door closed behind the Andersons, drumming her fingers against the desk until Kim appeared. "Please shut the door behind you."

Kim did as instructed, expression wary behind the lenses of her glasses. She remained stubbornly silent, and Kara bit back a sigh. If she was going to have to drag this out of the woman, so be it. Her future was at stake.

"I trust this will remain between us." Kara pinned Kim with a stern look, silently daring her to challenge the unspoken threat.

Kim's eyes widened briefly before she dropped her gaze to the floor. "Of course, Ms. Stone. I understand completely."

"Good." Satisfied, Kara straightened in her chair. Feeling a sudden flush of dominance. "I'd hate to have to punish you for gossiping about this."

Kim's eyes shot up and met Kara's, a mixture of emotions flashed in her wide eyes. "Then we have an understanding. You're dismissed."

Kim scurried from the room without another word, the door clicking shut behind her.

Kara leaned back with a sigh of relief, the last of the tension draining from her body. Her secret was safe, and with the Micheals case nearly complete she could turn her full focus on getting that promotion.

Thoughts turned to her husband at home. "I bet I could suck dick better than Janice... bitch."