Look for other fun when Mommy goes to work

I let Mommy off for the time being, fully expecting to get back to her soon. I arranged to meet her for lunch, thinking I would spend the time in between recuperating.

After a relaxing morning, I took by bike downtown and locked it up in front of the tall, glass and steel building where mom worked. She was an executive for the advertising firm on the 23rd floor, so I took the elevator up to the large, marbled lobby of her firm. It was a nice, large lobby, with a glass conference room on one side, and the corridor that lead off to the business offices on the other. The large, teak desk in the center under the logo was manned by the receptionist.

"Hi Billy!" The receptionist today was Hope, a fairly attractive platinum blonde. I'd always had kind of a crush on her, and she was only a few years older than I was. Today she was wearing a classic shade of red lipstick, dark mascara and a white satiny blouse that was buttoned up all the way to a slight collar. It was very professional and incredibly sexy. We'd talked a couple of times, waiting for my mom.

"Hi Hope," I said, my brain already whirling a little. I glanced down the corridor and didn't see anyone. The conference room was empty.

Hope's cavern was small and light, but not as accessible as Amanda's. I wondered what I would be capable of in there.

"Ms. Garvin told me to let you know she was going to be delayed about 20 minutes." Her smile was brilliant. I grinned back.

"I guess I'm waiting here then!" I said, and plopped down on one of the plush leather couches around the outside of the marbled reception area. I realized it was a little cold, especially in comparison with summer outside.

I looked at Hope.

I like him That one was easy. She probably did.

I'm a little bored Also easy. Easy pushes in an accessible cave. Maybe try something crazy?

I thought for a little bit as she went back to work. She was working a piece of gum in her mouth as she worked, doing something behind the tall desk. I had an idea.

I don't want to refuse Billy anything Wham. Gods, my brain was reeling and I almost slumped on the couch. The world spun out of control for a second and my head pounded. She was not Amanda, and this wasn't going to be so direct. Fuck, my head hurt. I put my palms to my temples and thought I could feel the blood pulsing there. I had an idea I almost liked better.

Billy is so polite

I am polite too

It would be rude to refuse Billy something he asked for politely

I don't want to refuse Billy anything he asks for with 'please' That one was a stretch, and I felt the pressure of pushing it in.

I feel a little hornier every time he says that word That one was almost easier, since the groundwork was set.

Every time he says 'please' I'll want to do what he wants a little more Not that difficult either. My head was still pounding a little.

I really want to do what he asks A little tight. Then the last piece:

I can't refuse him anything he asks for with 'pretty please'

After that I just sat there for a few moments, letting my head calm down. It was like I'd gone weight lifting after being beaten up. I stood and got some water from the dispenser in the corner. From this angle, I could see around the reception station. She had on a dark black skirt and a wide red belt. Stockings and high black boots that disappeared under the skirt finished her off. She was pretty well built, about 5'6" and I would guess a plush C-cup, which was currently shown off well under the soft material of her white blouse. She glanced up at me and smiled, then went back to her work. Her eyes were a beautiful brown, enhanced, I would guess, by contact lenses.

"Please don't take this wrong," I said, "but you are looking particularly attractive today." I smiled.

She laughed. "Why thank you! Little charmer."

"Your blouse looks really soft."

She gave me a strange look. "Um... thank you!"

"Can I just feel it for a moment?" I knew it was paper thin, but I was riding the adrenaline.

"Um. I don't think that would be...," she was looking at me like I was very weird now.

"Please, Hope?" I asked.

She paused. "OK," she said. "I guess just to feel what it's like. I love this blouse."

I walked over to her, catching the scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating. I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.

It feels good for him to touch me It felt like cheating, since it was outside the 'please' game, but since I was making the rules, it wasn't too much of a problem.

"That's really soft," I said. "My mom should get some blouses like this." I kept my hand sort of awkwardly on her shoulder. She looked up at me with those light brown eyes.

"Thank you," she said, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Please don't feel uncomfortable just because I'm near you, Hope. I just like you."

She sighed just a little, as if letting go of stress. "Oh, I don't!" she assured me. "Sorry if I was giving that impression." She smiled with those beautiful, lipstick red lips.

"You're feeling a little tense. I'd love to give you a shoulder rub." I said.

"I don't think so," she replied, looking down the hallway nervously. "That might be a little inappropriate."

"Please let me," I begged, "I'm sure it'll feel really good. And no one will notice, I'm sure."

"Well... I don't know."

"Please, Hope." She paused and looked at me, for a long moment.

"Well, sure. I'd love a shoulder rub, thank you." She turned her chair so that her back was to me. I stepped up close enough that I could smell her hair and put my hands on her shoulders. I started kneading her muscles through the sheer white fabric. I slipped forward a few times, and could feel the very tops of the swells of her breasts. I figured she had a fairly cupping bra on.

"I think this would be even more relaxing if you weren't so buttoned up," I said, knowing how thin it sounded.

"What?" She spun her chair to look at me.

"Your shoulder rub... the material is all taut and it..."

She scoffed. "No. OK... its time for you to go sit down."

"Please don't be angry with me Hope. Please. I just want to give you a good shoulder rub. And it would be so much better if you just undid your blouse a little, just so that the material moved better. Please believe me, I'm just trying to help you relax a little." I looked her unflinchingly in the eyes.

She paused. "Please, Hope," I repeated. "Just for a few moments. Just undo your blouse a little."

"Sorry I got upset there for a moment," she said, looking actually sorry. "I thought you were... well, never mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the shoulder rub." She turned her chair back around, and her fingers opened the first button at her neck, and then, as I went back to work on her shoulders, the next two. Peering over her shoulder, I could just see the dark hint of her alabaster cleavage.

I felt someone approaching. I don't want to go through the reception area right now I pushed, quickly. My head hurt a little from that one, but it went and the approaching shadow started moving off.

I must have groaned or something, because Hope turned around again to see me wincing.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Headache," I replied.

"Do you want some aspirin or something?" She started opening a drawer nearby. I noticed her long, well-manicured nails were painted with a clear varnish with pink tips.

"No, no, thanks," I assured her, rubbing my temples. "Maybe, if you didn't mind, could you give me a little neck/temple rub?"

"Um... sure, I guess. Although I should probably get back to work..." she looked nervously down the hallway again.

"Please, Hope? I bet you'd be really good."

"Well OK," she said, standing up. Her blouse fell open just slightly, so that I could see the creamy tops of her breasts. She looked down and I saw her redden a little. She started to fasten the buttons again.

"Oh, please don't! It looks really good." She paused, looking at me.

"Really?" Her brown eyes were a little wide.

"Really! In fact, you'd look even better just a little lower. It'd look really professional."

"What? I don't think it would," she said, and started to do up the bottom button again.

"Please, Hope. Undo just a few more. Three or four. Please just take my word for it: I think you'll look really good."

"Hm, ok. If you think so." Her hands moved to her buttons, undoing one, two, three... a pause, then four. She only had one button done above her belt and her white push-up bra was clearly visible. The deep cleft between her pale globes was delectable. "You don't think that's a little lewd?"

"No, I think it looks great. Please, just leave it open. You're so beautiful."