Your office has a new intern

When everyone has sat down they turn their attention to Finn and Ash, the lights are dimmed, and with a press of a button on a handheld remote, Finn powers on a large projector that hangs above the center of the long table. The dancing blue light displays upon a retractable screen various charts and graphs concerning this quarter's employee performance figures. Each column or bar is broken down by division and specific employee; you note with pride that yours and Ruby's numbers are among the highest in the office. Ruby certainly notices too and gives you a warm smile, adding an affectionate squeeze to your thigh.

"Good job, John." She whispers with excitement.

Finn expands on trends and corrective measures for underperforming sections, but is stopped short during his speech when the door to the boardroom opens and a delicate white face which seems to glow under the lights from the projector peeks inside. Suddenly startled, the intruder begin to pull her head back until Finn steps forward and calls out.

"Come on in, Holly, don't worry about us!" Finn really is a nice guy, you've worked for plenty of managers who'd give someone a tongue-lashing for interrupting a meeting, but the smile on his face, illuminated by half of an orange bar-graph, is as genial and genuine as they come.

"Sorry for interrupting," comes a small, sheepish voice, "but the Division Manager is here, and he's asking specifically for you, Mr. Abernathy."

"Oh thats fine, Holly, take a seat and see how we do things around here, I'll be back in two shakes. Ruby, you mind picking up for me?" The smile is pointed at your companion, and she answers by grabbing her personal data and striding confidently to the head of the table. As he exits the boardroom, Finn gestures to the table and Holly finds a seat in Ruby's vacant one, right next to you. At first you're disappointed at the lack of attention you were expecting to get from Ruby's hands, until you spy something of Holly's: a shoulder-length head of straight hair, dyed auburn.

This intrigues you to say the least. One one hand, you remember earlier that a coworker specifically mentioned considering dying their hair to get a piece of you, so dying their hair red seems to make someone free for you to use. On the other hand, is auburn really red? It's arguably more red than natural 'red' hair, but what if your newfound ability only works on orange-headed people? You decide on something subtle to give it a test.

Though the light in here is dim, you can tell that Holly has a tight little figure. If you had to guess, she looks to be in her late teens or early twenties. She's short, standing at about 5 feet even and has everything wrapped up nicely in a teal business-casual sweater and a loose khaki skirt which reaches the tops of her knees. Knee-high brown leather boots complete the look, accentuating her bare, toned legs. From what you can tell beneath that top, she's not very gifted in the chest department but if all goes as planned, you won't be using those anyway.

Projecting her voice in a professional tone quite different from the one she's used with you while you fucked all day, Ruby picks up where Finn left off, rattling off sales projection and expenditures with ease. No wonder Finn tagged her in to replace him, she knows this job inside and out. Your coworkers listen with rapt attention, but your eyes keep wandering to the little thing sitting next to you.

Slyly tapping her on the shoulder, you cause Holly to turn around timidly and look you in the eyes. When your eyes lock, she averts them.

Cute.

In the softest whisper you can manage, you question her.

"Are you new here?" You definitely don't recognize her, but it's not uncommon for new low-level employees to arrive unannounced

She nods, and her hands fidget at the hem of her skirt, her eyes darting to look anywhere but your face. "I'm the new intern." This actually causes a small smile to play on her face. It seems Holly is really happy about this job.

"You can sit here if you like." You state and make a subtle gesture to your lap; her eyes go wide. She seems not to understand until you see recognition fly over her face. Remarkably, this seems to relax her a bit, and she nods again, that same smile still adorning her lips. In one slow but deliberate motion, Holly quietly rises as you roll your chair back from the table in front of you. She softly rests her skirt-clad ass in your lap, even grinding into you a bit to get comfortable. Holly is very light and her butt warms your crotch exquisitely. It's a fabulous sensation, but you have no intentions of stopping here.

None of your coworkers pay you any mind with this little intern perched on your lap, but Ruby does flash you a devilish smile from time to time, though she never stops her expert delivery.

Emboldened by the arousal rising within you, you grab two handfuls of the material of Holly's skirt and begin pulling it upwards. Getting the idea, your lap warmer bends forward slightly and starts helping you, not stopping until all of her skirt is bunched up around her thin waist. Taking a peek beneath, you're excited to see her choice of underwear, somehow made sexier by the mood lighting: a lacy white thong with a wide band and a thin strip of cloth nestled between her pale cheeks. You palm each of Holly's asscheeks, causing her to tense momentarily, then relax as you knead her little butt. You pull the thin string aside to give you access to her holes, first slipping a finger into her little cunt, marveling at how snug of a fit you find it. Your finger doesn't delve far before you find something blocking you.

Holly's got a hymen.

Your cock is now back to full mast for what feels like the thousandth time today, and Holly wastes no time unzipping your fly and shimmying your pants to your ankles, your hard dick rising between her thighs to rest on her trimmed mound and taut tummy. She begins pushing her ass back to press her wet hole against your finger then grinding forward to bump her clit against your turgid shaft. You can feel your precum staining her stomach, but resist the urge to buck against her, wanting to explore her further before you take the plunge.

While Holly continues fucking herself on your lap, you extend another finger and prod at her little asshole. You can see the small pink target beginning to yield to your touch, and when the tip of your digit finally sinks into her anus Holly tenses up in apparent orgasm and covers her mouth, letting out a muffled moan while her legs clench tightly to trap your rod between her thighs, squeezing your manhood for all it's worth. Some of those attending the meeting turn their heads at that, but only respond with dopey smiles and hums of appreciation. A few of your female coworkers even seem to be getting misty-eyed. While you're **** to remove your cock from its heavenly prison sandwiched between the intern's thighs and wet cunt, you've finally reached the breaking point and decide it's time to truly make her yours.