Late that afternoon

Meghan nods compliantly at your words, and obediently starts to get dressed. You watch her as you tuck your cock away, enjoying the view of her body. She watches you, a tentative smile on her face.

As she smooths her dress down over her hips she winces slightly. "I'm still a little sore," she says ruefully, rubbing her ass gently.

"Just your ass is sore, wench?" She blushes furiously, and drops her gaze, but then comes to stand in front of you.

"Thank you again, Sir. I'll make you proud of me."

"I hope so, wench." You see her wriggle a bit when you use the word. "Before you go back to work take ten minutes and clean yourself up a bit. I don't want you sitting out there looking like you've just been sucking cock." She blushes again but smiles at you.

"Thank you Sir," she murmurs, reaching out and touching your chest for the briefest moment then leaving your office, letting the door stand open. You sigh and return to work.

The rest of the afternoon goes by quickly. You're absorbed in your work, and in fact are extremely productive. Maybe taking steps to solve your problem with Meghan has cleared your mind.

By five you are thinking of wrapping things up for the day and heading home. You think about calling your wife and making dinner plans for the new Asian Fusion restaurant she wanted to try, but as you consider that, your train of thought is interrupted by a burst of giggles outside your door.

Listening, you hear whispered words then more stifled giggling. It is clearly coming from Meghan's desk.

"Meghan! Would you come in here please." you command. Outside your door there is a sudden hush, then a moment later Meghan stands in your door.

"Yes Sir?" she looks worried.

"What is all the hilarity about."

"Oh, sorry Sir. My friend Amanda just dropped by and we were chatting. I'm sorry Sir." She drops her head, but looks at you under her lashes. Her hands fidget in front of her.

You make a point of looking at your watch. "Really Meghan? We are still in the work day."

She shuffles, looking to the side nervously.

"Why don't you and your friend come in and we'll talk about it," you say. Meghan gestures to the side and another girl steps beside her, the two of them taking a few steps inside your door.

"So this is Amanda," you say, looking at her. She's gorgeous. A few inches taller than Meghan, but bustier and curvier. You know that she is a junior account executive's secretary and you've heard some hints that she likes to party. She's wearing a red satin button top and a tight black skirt that comes a few inches above her knees. Her black hair falls loosely to her shoulders and she stares at you with a slightly insolent look, her bright red lips curved in a sardonic smile.

"Yes Mr. Chandler" she says. "Don't blame Meghan for the chatter outside. That was me. My boss let me go early and I dropped by to try and talk her into coming to a party tonight. I'm sorry for disturbing you, Sir.You look at the two of them, savoring the contrast between the tiny redhead and the only slightly larger black haired beauty.

"Very well. But you should know that {Meghan} is on...probation, you might say. She needs to make some improvements and she doesn't have much time to do it. You'll be doing her a favor if you don't distract her."

"Yes Mr Chandler," she replies. "She told me. She told me you've been helping her to improve." She gives you a sly grin. Meghan blushes slightly.

"That's right, Amanda," you answer. "I don't care what you do on your own time, but while you're on the company clock, you can make an effort not to distract others."

"I understand, Mr. Chandler. I'm sorry."

Meghan looks at you, biting her lip. "Mr. Chandler, will I be punished for this."

"We will discuss that in the morning," you answer, enjoying the glance that Amanda gives Meghan.