Business before pleasure.

He lifts you with ease and sits you down on the edge of his desk, causing your tiny skirt to ride all the way up to your hips. The hand that was on your ass moves to the bare section of your thigh, his thumb tracing along your thong and making you shudder in anticipation. Slowly he pulls back from you, biting and pulling your lower lip a little as he does. He takes another moment or two to stare at you, the hand on your thigh trailing up your body to seize one of your inviting breasts through your shirt, your perfect posture thrusting it out invitingly.

"You just sit there and look pretty, Kiddo." he instructs, stepping back from you and walking around his desk.

"Yes, Mr Williams..." your voice is left breathless from the kissing as you twist to watch him walk, your body angling and posing almost on reflex. You don't bother fixing your skirt. When Mr Williams was staring at you, you saw his gaze linger on your lacy thong and the perfectly hairless slit beneath it. And besides, Mr Williams isn't like the coward on the elevator. He doesn't sneak. He takes.

Reaching the end of the room Mr Williams draws out a heavy looking key and locks the door. You jump a little as you hear the heavy 'thunk' of the lock, instincts screaming for a moment that you're now trapped in here.

But you were always trapped here. With your ride gone you're out in the middle of nowhere in an outfit you could never hope to run in. Mr Williams is a big, strong man. Age hasn't slowed him at all, 'the Muscle Mayor' was a silly meme he had embraced. If you had run, he'd have caught you.

"Mr Williams," you tremble as he grins at you, stalking back across the room. "You're scaring me a little." Your smile is real as you say it, as you look up at him as he rounds the desk and leans in to kiss you again. You feel his hand slide up your stockings, across your bare thigh and press against your little thong, feeling how wet and aroused you are.

"I am going to read through these papers." He tells you as he pulls back. "Then..." his hand rests gently against your neck and you shiver. "I am going to scare you a lot!" you gasp as his thumb slides under your thong, punctuating his last words by rubbing deep up your virgin slit. "So you just be a good girl and sit there and look pretty."

"Yes Mr Williams."