Lounging in his lap

Sabrina closed the heavy office door behind herself… and clicked it locked. With no appointments booked for the next few hours, she was allowed a little 'above-desk' time. The girl was well aware that a good portion of Mr Benson's childish delight in this arrangement came from having her under there, servicing him, while clients and coworkers came and went without the faintest idea. Yet some work days were just slow… so she had to keep him entertained in other ways.

The man was absentmindedly staring at his computer monitor. Watching some presentation or other being given by a far-off branch of the same company. So she tried not to get in the way as she slid herself into his lap. He hadn’t bothered to buckle himself back up, and rarely did until the end of the day. Sabrina simply reached down and arranged his genitalia in a way that would, hopefully, be fairly comfortable for them both. Her master and employer was jotting down unenthusiastic notes on a little pad with one hand, but reached up and took command of one of her breasts with the other. The nineteen-year-old intern's breath caught a little at the sudden onset of erogenous interaction, but was quite used to being haphazardly groped by now.

It was oddly relaxing, to just lounge back against the older man's chest. Letting his hands wander across her body wherever they willed. She felt his penis slowly rise back to attention beneath her, and let her thighs form a nylon valley for it to slot into. Sabrina began gently grinding her hips against this, earning just the slightest hints of pleasurable friction through those layers of cotton and thin woven plastic. It was another case of slow, luxurious build up though. They could hardly keep this sort of thing up all day if they rushed things. She'd quickly learned her job was to keep Mr Benson in a nigh-constant state of comfortable, arousing titillation… not drive him straight to orgasm every five minutes. If he wanted her to make him cum, he'd let her know. Until then, she was just a tool of endless foreplay. A hired-on cocktease to ensure the older man’s blood was always pumping and his sense of self-importance kept intact.

It made Sabrina wonder just how many of the other blank-screened participants in the presentation he was watching had similar setups? She knew that, down below, there would still be several thousand strangers tuning in to admire just a view of her crotch with a lump of man-meat rubbing against it. Was this, secretly, how all the world worked? A lurid, hidden truth that her mother had so often hinted at: That everything boiled down to sex, in the end. That humanity was really little more than another horny ape, using all the trappings of success and society just to get more of what they really wanted. As her own body continued to build up its responses to the stimuli provided, that theory seemed truer and truer. She had so many hopes and dreams… but right now they seemed to fade away behind the simple urge to grind out more pleasure from this wholly uneven exchange.

A knock at the other door to the office disturbed them. That one was not kept locked however; it led to the considerably smaller office of Mr Benson’s PA. Miss Jennifer walked in without waiting for permission, and didn’t even blink at the compromising scene before her. She had been the one who had first brought Sabrina into this place, and calmly laid out the rules and preferences of the role. The intern had the distinct impression that this twenty-something year old had, in fact, served in a very similar position before moving up and being replaced. She still had a habit of dressing in ways that unsubtly drew the eye… and spoke to her boss with the teasing familiarity of a former lover. Whether that meant she saw her younger protégé as a sister-in-kind or growing threat… Sabrina still hadn’t worked out yet. All she knew was that there lay the next rung up the ladder she had to climb.