Mandy?

Ray Parker was befuddled and bewildered at not finding Sheena Westin to be his 'watcher'. So much so he almost didn't hear the voice coming from the office he was passing on his way to the main corridor. But the wantonness of the words that wafted to his ears was enough to catch his attention.

The company president quietly turned to the source. The half-open door's frosted glass read HUMAN RESOURCES. Underneath the header, in smaller print, it read 'Mandy Bates'. Ray smiled to himself. Another one of the young ladies on his short list. He thought about what he knew about her as he headed for her office door.

Mandy Bates was the youngest on his list of 'suspects' at the tender age of twenty-three. She was something of a British import, though she had been born in America. He loved her accent when he interviewed her for the position nearly two years ago, and was glad she hadn't lost it. She, of course, was a stunner, with a sexily mussed mop of blonde curls framing her angelic features. Her look was positively incendiary. She wore an Ally McBeal wardrobe over a Playboy centerfold body. He was surprised he hadn't gotten any complaints about her outfits. Her tailored suit jackets and linen blouses usually had a plunging neckline, the jacket tails nearly reaching down as far as the belts she wore as skirts. A trim girl, her legs and ass looked incredible in the microminiskirts, accentuated by the stiletto heels she near always wore. As long as nobody else complained, he certainly wasn't going to. She was a dedicated worker, always seeming to have a knack for populating his business with lovelies just as dutiful. He had wondered once if Mandy might be bi-sexual, but quickly dismissed the thought.

He entered Mandy's office. Once again, he shut the door softly behind him and flicked the lock. He stealthily made his way across the carpeting, towards the computer desk his employee seemed to be ensconced behind. It definitely didn't sound like she was conducting an interview.

Ray got an unexpected treat when he looked over the back of the desk's modular unit. Inside the riser were cubbies for printer paper, applications, floppy disks and the like. A half-eaten fuit and yogurt cup sat with a spoon on the desk, lunch apparently. What was going on behind the desk was of more interest to the fevered CEO.

Mandy Bates looked as beautiful as ever, her well-manicured feet exposed in the open-toed heels she had propped up on the work station, by the computer monitor and CPU. The pretty blonde leaned back in her chair, two wheeled feet off the carpet, her eyelids nearly shut. Her business suit of the day was a softly cut black velvet number, the jacket softly draping over her shoulders and arms as it parted, revealing a champagne-colored blouse. The skirt wasn't as short as some, but fell back to reveal all of her legs in her reclined position. It wasn't so much what she was wearing, but what she was doing as she held the corded receiver of the company phone. Ray excitedly listened to her, his hand digging deep in his dress pants.

Her slight Cockney accent added a cetain sex appeal to her tale. "I know you like to watch me when I walk by you in my short little skirt and my high heels, my legs all bare and smooth.." Mandy purred into the receiver as she grazed her other hand up and down first one, then the other, her legs stretched out before her.

'She was right,' Ray thought as he watched the blonde's hands sensuously caress her glistening calves and thighs. 'Her legs are the smoothest I've ever seen. She must wax them constantly, and moisturize them daily,' he thought as he wanked to her conversation.

Mandy continued. "Thinking about what you would do to me if you had the chance gets me all hot and bothered. Before I can do anything else, I need to sit behind my desk and reach under my skirt..and inside my blouse.."

Ray watches her do both. The tanned blonde's left hand reaches inside both her jacket and blouse and squeezes the meat of her right titty. Her right pulls up what remains covering her black satin and lace panties and finds it's way inside what Ray sees is the scalloped split of her crotchless panty. Her boss listens to her continue.

"I push first one, then two, and finally three of my fingers into my hot, wet pussy as I think about you fucking me from behind over the trashcans in the back alley. I maul my 36 C boob while I fingerfuck myself, thinking of you wanking all over them as I pull my nipples harder and harder. I rub the cum into my aching aureoles.." Mandy near-moans as she reaches her climax before him. "AArgh!" she groans as she fingerfucks herself hard and fast, arching her back in orgasm.

Ray thought to himself as he tried not to cum in his slacks watching his employee frig herself before him. 'If this girl is this much of a wanton slut on the phone, how difficult would it be for her to send an explicit email. And the nipple pulling and cum rubbing, that's right out of my little nastygram!' He decided to speak up now.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Mandy!"

Mandy Bates' gray-blue eyes flew open and she lurched in her seat. "Ray!" she squealed.

The teetering chair fell back when she jumped, and the Human Resources rep crashed to the floor with it, her legs flying in the air.

Ray, concerned she might have hurt herself, ran around the semi-circular desk and knelt near her. "You okay, dear?"

"Words cannot explain my embarrassment, on so many different levels," Mandy answered, not able to look Ray straight in the eye as he righted her desk chair and helped her sit back in it. She hung up the phone receiver.

"Please don't can me, Ray. I know I don't deserve the second chance, but I'm raising my little one on my own.." she pleaded, pointing to a framed photo of her and a tow-headed lad on the desk's riser.

Feeling he had the upper hand, Ray felt more comfortable. He picked up the frame and admired it. "So, this is young Master Bates?" Ray bit his lip to keep from laughing when he realized what he had just said.

Apparently, Mandy didn't catch it. She was too worried about losing her job.

"Don't worry about losing your job, Miss Bates. You are too valued an employee to just dismiss out of hand." Ray saw she managed a smile. "I do however, need to know one thing. Have you recently put your purple prose into words, an email, perhaps?"

Ray watched as the little blonde lowered her head, as if shamed, and nodded her head. This was all Ray needed to hear. His prick was like a crowbar in his dress slacks, and he desperately needed relief if he was to function the rest of the day.

Ray placed the photo back where he found it, and stepped over to the seated employee. He saw her stare in surprise at his hardon.

"You've really turned me on with your phone conversation. Would you mind giving me a sample of your other oral skills?" Ray asked, stroking Mandy's tousled blonde hair.

Mandy just raised the corners of her mouth in a little smile and reached for Ray's fly.

In no time, Ray had his drooling hardon slamming through the suctioning lips of his Human Resources manager. Even though she hadn't said a word, her slurps and noisy sucks were turning him on immensely. Ray warned her he couldn't last any longer.

The married father of four shot his seed down the working throat of his dedicated employee. 'Well, I really didn't have sex with her,' Ray thought, Bill Clintonesque in his denial.

As he watched Mandy dab her lips with a napkin from beside her Yoplait lunch, Ray told her, "You really don't have to be so secretive if you want to send me a nasty email, Mandy. No one will see the email but me."

The gorgeous miniskirted blonde looked at him quizzically. "An email? I didn't send you an email, Ray," Mandy broke the news to him.

Ray was crestfallen once again. "What? But you just said.."

"I did send a racy email. But, I'm sorry. I didn't send it to you. I have too much respect for you, Ray," answered the curly-topped blonde.

"And now?" he asked. "After I made you.."

"You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, Ray," Mandy answered, placing a delicate finger over his mouth to shush him. "I feel I owe you my job after what you caught me doing. Trust me, it won't happen again."

"Any idea who might.." Ray started to ask, after Mandy removed her finger.

Mandy just shook her head. "We really all worship you for what you've tried to do with the company in these economic times. But I'm afraid I can't help you there."

"Thank you, Mandy" Ray said as he headed for the door.

As he walked out the door, Ray was more frustrated at his inability to find 'the watcher' than ever. but only two remained. And he was sure it wasn't one of them. He headed for the other, as morning gave way to afternoon.