Amber is Hard at Work

It was her ass that you saw first. Her ass in that tiny black skirt. When you walked into your office that morning, all thoughts of the panties and stockings you wore under your pants disappeared, chased away by the lovely image of a round, barely clad ass bent over your desk, as the owner placed a yellow post-it note where you would see it.

"Oh, Sam!" Amber exclaimed, excitement in her voice, "I didn't hear you come in!"

She straightened and smiled, crossed the room and wrapped her arms around you.

"I missed you, baby," she whispered, standing on her toes to kiss your neck.

"I, er, missed you too," you reply, feeling your penis twitch, reminding you of what was hiding under your pants.

Amber disengaged and wiggled back over to your desk. Once again you were amazed at Amber's beauty, but this was different. You'd never seen her dress this way before. A tight black skirt that barely covered her rear end, a tight white blouse with cleavage deep enough to showcase the tops of her bra cups, black stockings that came only mid-way up her thighs, and high heeled shoes. She was dressed like the porn version of a secretary that you had jacked off to many a cold night.

"What are you wearing?" you ask your co-worker before you could stop the words from leaving your mouth.

"Do you like it?" Amber giggled, "I picked it up last night, especially for you. I thought that if I was going to convince you that I should be your secretary, I should at least look the part."

"Secretary?!" you ask, shocked.

"Of course!" she said, hopping up on your desk and crossing her legs, "I told you yesterday that I wanted to work as close to you as possible, and nothing could be closer than a secretary. I know that I've been very career driven in the past, pushing people away so that I could move to the top. After yesterday, though, I've had a change of heart. My career isn't the most important thing. I want the company to do well. I want _you _to do well. If you give me the job, I promise I can make you happy with your decision... sir."

Again your penis stirred, this time at the added title at the end of her speech. Could this really be happening? You stared at your former rival. She was practically throwing herself at you, personally and professionally. Was she trolling you? Was she setting you up for something? There was only one thing to do...