Trouble with Angelique and Mr. Roberts

"Oh, I'm sure it's not going to be any trouble," said Mr. Roberts.

Tom watched his boss delicately crack open the last of his lobster. He'd waited until late in the lunch to ask about the meeting because he wasn't too worried about it, but he was surprised that Chuck didn't think it was a big deal either.

"You sound like you don't know what the meeting is about," said Tom. "Didn't you call it?"

"No, Angelique did. She does that sometimes when she thinks there's a serious personnel problem. She has to make it a meeting with me since officially I'm the boss and she's the secretary, but I have no idea what's going on. I just follow whatever she says."

"But not this time, of course. Right?"

The older man looked at Tom nervously, then smiled. "Oh no, don't worry. I mean, she'll probably cause a fuss, possibly a really big fuss, but I'll explain things to her. I'd never let Angelique cause a problem for you. We're friends!"

Tom slapped him on the back, then took a sip of his beer. This seafood restaurant was actually too fancy to serve beer, but Tom had told Mr. Roberts to tip the waiter a couple of hundred dollars to run down the street and get some beer from a liquor store. It was more fancy microbrew stuff, but it did the job.

"So, how have things been between you and Anglelique lately? I noticed awhile ago that she seemed slightly less like a raging bitch than normal. Are you giving it to her again?"

Mr. Roberts froze up, looking like he really didn't want to talk about this, but he smiled at Tom again and pushed through. "Well, we were starting to have fun again. I'd found out... I really enjoy eating ass. It got me going again, sexually. She was very enthusiastic about it at first, but then she started getting annoyed that I wanted to do it every day. Now I'm constantly staring at her ass and... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so crude."

Tom laughed. "Don't worry about it! You and me, we can talk about anything! Especially that hot piece of tail you have as a secretary! If she were my secretary, I'd probably just spend the whole day with my head buried in those massive tits!"

The next table, full of business men and women, looked over at Tom's loud declaration. Mr. Roberts smiled at them reassuringly, then tried to change the subject to politics to calm Tom down.

Later, a little before the meeting, Tom started to feel bad for Mr. Roberts. He'd come to really like his boss. Despite the years of making Tom the lowest rung on the company's ladder, they'd really gotten along for the last few weeks. Tom decided that he should improve things for the old man. Tom started up slack on his phone and messaged Angelique.

• From now on, do whatever Mr. Roberts tells you.
• Pourquoi?

'Oh right, she's French,' thought Tom. Of course her subconscious mind will think in French. At least the word for 'why' was easy enough to translate.

• He's your boss. If he tells you to do something, that means it's for the good of the company. You want the company to do well, so you'll do what your boss tells you to do.
• Très bien.

It was weird that her subconscious was just as terse as her conscious mind, but it made things easier for Tom.

Next, he decided that Mr. Roberts had proven himself to be a good friend and deserved to do more than lick Angelique's ass. He called the man directly.

"Hi Chuck, I thought we should have a little chat."

"Okay," said his boss with the usual bland expression everyone had on the MP network.

"You've been a really good friend to me lately," said Tom.

"I haven't had any choice."

Tom was about to say that Mr. Roberts deserved a reward, but this comment threw him a little. "What do you mean by that?"

"I really don't know why we're friends. You're loud, boorish, and you make me and my company look bad. Every time one of the other employees tells me that I shouldn't trust you, I get mad and act like they're wrong, but I'm just mad because I know they're right and I don't want to admit it. You're even kind of dumb. Maybe we're friends because we've known each other a long time. Maybe it's because I'm intimidated by you. I don't know, but I'm secretly hoping that Angelique convinces me to forget all that and fire you in this meeting."

Tom was stunned. He ended the call without saying anything more. His only friend was just pretending to like him.

There was a knock on his door.

"Come in," he said dejectedly.

Angelique opened the door, said, "It is time," and stared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind.

Tom got up and followed her to Mr. Roberts' office next door. He sat down as Angelique closed the door behind them and Mr. Roberts mumbled something about the other employees and their concerns. The man went on for awhile, glancing at his secretary from time to time as if she was an acting coach and he was delivering the lines she'd assigned him. Tom didn't pay much attention.

The longer the meeting went on without Tom responding, the more agitated Angelique became. Eventually she interrupted Mr. Roberts and said to Tom, "How can you sit there silently like that! You are a disgrace to this company!"

Tom shrugged. "I feel pretty good about everything I've done here!"

She looked like she wanted to scream. "You are lazy as an old dog! All the employees are creeped out by you, even the slimiest of the other men! Janeece hasn't done any work all day because she's too angry at you to think!"

He shrugged. "What happened with Janeece?"

The French woman's eyes flared open. "I heard what you did with Janeece in the copy room! You were so loud the dead could hear it!" She opened up a folder and handed Tom a piece of paper. "Too, there is this! I spent half the afternoon taking these from all the employees! They were all looking at these in horror!"

Tom took the paper. It was one of the copies he'd made. It was a really good one, Janeece's face looked completely blissed out pressed against the glass of the copy machine. She looked very pretty that way.

"Wow, this is a really inappropriate use of the copy machine," said Tom. "I'm sure you'll have to punish Janeece for this."

"Her?!" screamed the dark haired secretary. "Those are your hands squeezing her breasts!"

He shrugged. "Those could be anyone's hands."

Angelique started ranting, going on and on about the way that Tom had leered at the women and made snide, entitled comments the whole time she'd worked here. Tom didn't pay attention. He took the time to look over her hot body. Her dress was some kind of designer thing. It was black and purple, body hugging in ways that showed off her terrific curves, with long sleaves but a low neckline to show off her huge tits and a high hemline to show off her tone legs. The French woman might actually be the hottest woman in the office, and that dress, which was far too expensive for a secretary to afford, did everything it could to show off her all her assets.

However, as she rattled off all the major mistakes that Tom had made on his assignments over the years, he had to admit that she knew her stuff. It still made him angry to hear her listing all his failures, but she wasn't wrong, and she'd clearly been paying more attention than Mr. Roberts. She was the one who had run the company for years. Mr. Roberts was just a useless asshole who pretended to have power that was really someone else's.

In the middle of Angelique's rant, Tom stood up and placed the photocopy on Mr. Roberts' desk. "Angelique is right. This is totally unacceptable."

The secretary went quiet. She looked slightly shocked, but Mr. Roberts looked completely amazed. "You... agree?"

"Absolutely," said Tom. "You can't let one of the women in this office get away with having sex on a copier, and it's definitely not okay to make photos like this! Yes, her tits are terrific, but advertising that fact might make some of the less well endowed women feel insecure."

"What?!" yelled Angelique.

"You'll have to demote her," said Tom. He leaned across the desk, staring menacingly into Mr. Roberts' eyes. "Isn't that right, Chuck?"

His boss looked like a deer in the headlights, unable to look away from Tom's gaze. "Yes, of course. She's too immature to be a managing editor."

"Sir!" yelled the secretary. "You can not listen to this madman!"

Mr. Roberts looked like he wanted to listen to her, but he said, "Make the arrangements, Angelique."

Despite her rage, she paused, pushed it all down, and said, "Yes, sir. I will do that."

Tom grinned. If Mr. Roberts gave an order, then it must be for the good of the company and she had to do it.

"It seems like I'm the one who knows the best ways to handle things around here," said Tom. "So obviously, I deserve more rewards. More perks. Right, Chuck?"

"Um, yes. Absolutely," he said unenthusiastically.

"First off, a pay raise. You said the company was making more money than it used to, so I'm sure you can afford it. Second, the company car isn't good enough anymore. Get me a limo, at my service 24 hours a day, and make sure the driver is hot as hell with big tits. Send a stripper to chauffeur school if you have to."

Angelique went red. "Shut up, you disgusting-!"

"Make the arrangements," said Mr. Roberts.

This one almost broke the woman. She knew these requests were completely unreasonable, but she couldn't say no to her boss. "Yes, Mr. Roberts."

"One last perk," said Tom. "I want Angelique."

His boss looked confused. "You want her to be your secretary?"

"No, she can still be your secretary. I want her body. I want to fuck her, and I want to do it right now, on your desk, in front of you."

"Um... well... that's a big... perk."

Angelique just looked back and forth between the two men. She knew what was coming but was too shocked to fight it.

Mr. Roberts turned to his secretary. "Angelique, Tom is our oldest employee. He has done more for this company than anyone. He deserves... extra compensation. Please help him with anything he needs."

The French woman's lovely, thick lips formed words, but no sounds came out. She knew this was humiliating, but she also knew it was part of her job. Angelique always did her job well.

She walked over to Mr. Roberts' large, antique oak desk. She carefully removed the papers, the stapler, the computer, and everything else, setting them on a nearby table. When she was done, she waved towards the empty desk and said, "When you are ready, Mr. Carlton."

Tom was delighted that he didn't even have to tell her to use his last name, and it sounded even better in her sexy French accent. He climbed on the table and laid on his back, with his hands together behind his head.

The busty secretary unzipped Tom's pants and fished out his hard cock. She showed no hesitation, not even resentment, as she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off. She was completely professional.

"Wow, your pussy is completely shaved!" said Tom.

"Waxed," she corrected. She climbed onto the desk and kneeled over Tom, straddling his waist. "I do not like having even the tiniest amount of hair in unsightly areas."

"Oh, that pussy is very sightly," said Tom. "Pull out those tits, I want to see how sightly they are!"

With an accommodating smile, which was the biggest smile Tom had ever gotten from Angelique, she pulled down the neck of her designer dress, stretching it a little and letting out her big tits.

"Oh, fuck!" said Tom. "They are even bigger than Janeece's! God, you're a hot, fucking slut!"

She held Tom's cock tightly and lowered herself onto it. Tom was expecting her to try and get this over with as quickly as possible, but this was part of her job, and she took pride in her work. Angelique moved slowly, pushing her tight pussy up and down on his rod, running her fingers along his chest and licking her lips enticingly.

"Holy fuck, this is great!" yelled Tom. "Is this good for you, Angelique? How does my cock compare to his?"

Angelique picked up the pace slightly and said, "Let us focus on the fucking, yes?"

Tom turned to his boss, who did not look like he was enjoying the show. "Hey Chuck, tell your secretary to be completely honest with me."

Mr. Roberts nodded, then looked up at Angelique. "Don't hold anything back. Tell him everything he asks for."

"Yes, if you think that is best," she said. She turned back to Tom. "Your cock is much better than his. He has a tiny cock, and he never came close to making me cum until he started eating my ass. Even that was without talent and became repetitive after a few days."

"Oh really?" said Tom. "Do you even like the guy?"

"No, he is pathetic! His dick is sadly tiny and he was running the company into debt before I took over! I have no respect for him!"

Tom laughed, then looked at the sad puppy expression on his boss' face and laughed harder. "Cheer up, Chuck! Join the fun!"

Mr. Roberts brightened a little. "You mean I can... lick her ass while she has sex with you?"

"Hell no!" said Tom. "But you can jerk off while you watch. Stare at her ass if that's what you need to get your little cock to cooperate."

Mr. Roberts just sat there with his mouth hanging open.

"Do it, Chuck! This is part of my job perk! I get to fuck this quality whore any time I want, and you have to jerk off to it! Now get to work!"

His boss did as he was told. He had to give Tom whatever he wanted.

"And you," said Tom to the super hot woman riding his cock. "Enough foreplay. Ride me hard while you tell this asshole how you really feal about him!"

Angelique picked up the pace, making her big breasts move up and down wildly and squeezing her pussy on Tom's increasingly sensitive cock. She turned to Mr. Roberts and said, "You are pathetic! I only slept with you so you'd help me get my green card! You were terrible in bed! You always acted like you were an incredible lover, but I have lunch with your wife once a month and we've talked about how bad you were at sex, even when you were young! She's been sleeping with your gardener for twenty years because she thinks your little cock is pathetic, too!"

Angelique squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. She shifted her position so that Tom's cock would rub against her most sensitive spot. Mr. Roberts jerked his cock wildly, panting as he stared at his secretary's ass moving up and down on his desk.

Tom was in heaven. "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum, you sexy bitch!"

Angelique arched her back, staring up at the ceiling and letting her beautiful, black hair fall behind her as she came. Her body pulsed with a massive, pent up orgasm. She held up her heavy breasts and massaged them, making both the men drool at the sight of her. Then she pulled herself off of Tom and climbed off the desk. She knelt in front of her boss and said to Tom, "Cum on my tits! Show him how a real cock does it!"

Mr. Roberts closed his eyes and twitched. A sad, little trickle of cum came out of his small cock.

Tom rolled off the desk and stood in front of the sexy French woman. It only took him a couple of jerks to release his load. Despite this being his second time of the day, he came hard, spraying her huge breasts with his seed.

When he had recovered, Tom stood up and stuffed himself back in his pants while he watched Angelique try to readjust her dress and clean herself up. He looked over at his boss and said, "Good meeting! That was very productive. Well, I'm done for the day. Have a great night!"

Tom walked out and Angelique followed him. Once they were in his office she snarled at him and said, "You can fuck me in front of Mr. Roberts any time you want, but you are still the worst editor I have ever seen!" Then she stormed out.

Tom just laughed.