Sends Molly to work

“As much as I would love to continue, slut, you need to get to work,” Paul reminds her.

“Noooooo,” Molly whimpers being thrust back to reality of an adult and pouts. “Use your fuck toy, Master??”

“Nope,” kissing her, he pulls back from her vice grip and fights his own desires to continue this escapade. “As much as I would love to, we got stuff we have to do today.”

“hrmph,” is her response, “yes, Master.”

“Get ready and I’ll get your breakfast going.”

“Could I have sausage for breakfast,” Molly asks with a twinkle.

“Ya, I think we got some in the freezer,” he replies.

Locking her eyes at his naked groin with his obviously hard rod saluting her, “I’d prefer the is a big cream filled one here, Sir,” she requests coquettishly as she moves to crawl towards him.

Detecting where this is going, Paul turns to head to the kitchen, “no time this morning. Get ready for work, slut.”

Molly flops over and takes a moment to luxuriate with the remaining endorphins flowing through her before finally resolving to deal with the day. Standing up from the bed, she has to take a few steps to stabilize herself as her head is still sluggish and balance is harder than she realized. “Damn! He always seems to get better; what a way to wake up,” she whispers to herself.

She knows she must get to work, but she wonders if she could still seduce him before she leaves. Grabbing a semi-professional blouse, she also grabs a daring pleated mini-skirt in peach that at best is business casual, but is sure she can get his attention.

As she reaches down to buckle her heels, she can see a deep cut from the hem up a ways. She can change after she gets him to have a go with her because she’s really needing to be filled after being teased so much.

Strutting into the kitchen she can see the breakfast burritos the naked chef was finishing.

Paul was glad to see she was dressed and ready, but was surprisingly thrilled with her ‘casual Friday’ choice. That skirt looked familiar, but he was happier with how it ended just above mid-thigh. “God, you always look divine, slut.”

Giggling she moved over to him, “with a wake up like that, how could I not feel glorious?” Standing between him and the breakfast plates, she turns her back to him and bends over at the waist, and inhales deeply as she presses her ass peeking out from the hem of her skirt into his naked groin. “mmmmm... this is glorious, Sir.”

Chuckling, he pulls back his hand and firmly comes down with a swat on her bare ass. With a small jump and a moan, “thank you, Sir, may I have more?” she wiggles her ass inviting him to use her.

Grinning mischievously at her, he shakes his head and pulls back his strong arm & with a very solid smack lands firmly on the unmarked ass. Without much warm up she feels the hard sting on her ass and instinctively stands up rubbing her ass with a whimper. “Careful what you ask for, slut.” She turns at him with a pout reaching down to rub his firm cock, “I only want to give whatever you want, Master.”

Reaching around her to grab her ass under skirt, he pulls her in close and begins kissing her deeply enjoying her scent still enveloping his nostrils. ‘FINALLY! He’s going to take me,’ she thinks as falls into his arms, closing her eyes, and breathes in the fruity smell between them.

Paul here’s her phone ringing and pulls back to grab it off the counter for her. Feeling him pull away from him, she keeps her eyes closed & moves in to begin kissing his neck not wanting to move from him and show how much she’s wanting him. Seeing “boss” calling with the note “2 missed calls” under it, he pulls back to get her attention and puts the phone in her vision, “you need to answer this, hun.”

Pouting and grumbling she takes the phone. Looking at who it is and what it says, she immediately opens it, “hello?”

“Ya, didn’t get it until late so was just finishing before I head in,” she stifles a giggle from the double entendre, before panic envelopes her face. “When did they change to that??”

“They do realize it’s the weekend, right??”

“I know it's important, Chuck, but we can probably do that today instead.”

“Well, I’d rather do that than work on the weekend.”

“Yes, yea, I can get there soon.”

Hanging up she screams, “FUUUCK!!!”

“You okay, hun?”

Sighs looking at his erect cock but realizing now more than before he was right that she needs to get this work fixed. “I reeeeally want to take care of that, Sir, but after we sent things to the client, the replied with a complete change to request this morning and want it Monday.”

Wriggling really bad trying to not just drop to her knees and block out the stupid responsibility world, “to avoid the team working the weekend, we need to get going with the changes as soon as possible; almost everyone else is nearly there.”

“Well, at least your one of the closest; you better get going, hun.”

Going back in for a kiss, “you’re amazing!” Glancing down, “tonight?”

“Maybe,” he caging responds, “depends on if you’re a good slut today.”

Moaning she nearly drops to her knees before she gets a chime from a group text someone bragging, they’re already there and other ppl giving a few minute estimate responses.

Wrapping a burrito in a paper towel, he shoves it at her, “go, babe! I’ll see you tonight”

Taking the burrito and blowing a kiss she heads out the door trying to put an extra swish in her step.

Paul studies the movement of her skirt and watches her footsteps as she heads for the door analyzing her gait to figure out what he could do to match that involuntarily letting his logistical brain totally steal the flirty action to miss him.

Before he loses the pattern, he rushes to grab a training outfit and see if he can mimic that gait. Tossing on the bright orange set and putting on the training sneakers, he hopped on the treadmill to see if he could get that same motion Molly was using.

After several iterations, he was getting close, but he also felt as he spread his focus to watch something like feet, his hips were losing their framing. Resigning to needing the aid, he grabbed it and knelt next to the jug for what seemed like a daily ritual. Laying there with his head on the ground trying to get the angel, he was sure this was going to let him get closer to the gait they were after and Bill was going to be so pleased with the progress.

With the training aid installed, he got back on the treadmill and was definitely able to hold the frameset longer with the aid in place. Half way through the session, he started to get a Skype call from Molly. As this was really out of the ordinary, he stopped to take it.

Noticing she made it a video call, Paul was very thankful he had disabled the camera on his phone as Molly appeared on screen in a bit of a panic, “hey, hun, are you okay? Were you late to work??”

“No, no, nothing quite like that,” she said her eyes darting around.

“K, what’s going on, hun? You looked panicked.”

“Um.... you remember when I went Katie and bought that new dress?”

“Ya!” Paul pleasantly remembered that hawt little number. “You looked great in that!”

Somehow here blushing face seemed to get even more flush from that, “ya, well, we got that because the skirt I was wearing had a rip in it, and without thinking about, I grabbed that skirt this morning & the rip is even worse!”

“Oh, damn! Do you need me to bring you something??”

Chuckling and rolling her eyes, “ya, and you would have me change in the parking lot? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on,” he chuckled, “I’d at least let you use my backseat; be a good girl, and I might even close the door.”

She visibly wiggled from side to side. “Not happening”

“In all seriousness, you coming home or something?”

“No, I don’t have time. I’m going to be tied to my desk most of the day and I think I could do a basic fix so I don’t waste time, I just didn’t know if you had ideas? Because scotch tape or packing tape are not working.”

“Well, anyone said anything? I’m sure it's really not that bad if no one has said anything.”

“No, almost everyone is heads down, but the rip goes clear from my hem to my hip! It makes sitting certainly challenging and I can hold it, but I can’t while I type.”

“Well, you’re at your desk; doubt anyone will see you. I’m sure it's just because of your perspective.”

She takes a bit of a frustrated tone with the obvious patreonizing, “*someone* would see and possibly *everything*!!”

“What??”

“Here. Look.” the camera view switches to her legs and he can see her cute pleated skirt a little high, but nothing too out of the ordinary except her hand holding it. Looking closer he can see some skin around her hand where the skirt is no longer connected from the front to the back. Then she rotates the camera and you can see the break go from her hand around mid-thigh, all the way the outside of her thighs, up to her hip, continuing up the side to her waist band that goes over her waistband. Luckily, the waist was a different piece and clearly better construction.

“Wow!” The camera switches back to Molly’s face, ”that is a big slit, hun. I can just bring you something.”

“I really don’t have time, just something you can think of to MacGyver this together.”

“K, well, got like a paperclip or spring from a click pen? Might be able to use it like a thread or something to grip the two sides together.”

“oh! I bet Janice has some safety pins from her eco-diaper time.”

“Ya, you could go for the peachy goth girl look.”

Giggling, “I’ll take that over the alternative! I’m just glad no one was in here when I first sat down; can’t risk that again.”

“I’m sure it's not as bad as you think; I bet most wouldn’t even notice.”

“Oh, they would notice! Trust me.”

“Let me see”

“Uh, I don’t think so, someone might wa...”

“Show ME!” Paul intergects forcefully as Molly’s eyes got as big as saucers.

“Yes, Sir.” With a deep breath, the camera switches views, she closes her eyes and lets go with her hand, and feels the skirt fall to the side.

On Paul’s screen, he sees the back side of the skirt, fall down a little, but kept there as she was sitting on it. However, the top panel slowly slid to the far side as her one leg becomes completely exposed, the inner thigh of her other leg, but half of her outer thigh was still covered.

Molly sat there for several seconds with her eyes closed trying to curtail a panic attack. She could feel the cold of the building's A/C tickling her clit as it felt like the airflow washed over her skin and fluorescent lights seemed to highlight her pale skin.

“Okay, I could see how that could be problematic.”

“Ya, think,” switching the view back to her face she opened her eyes to show him her irritation but he latched onto her dilatated eyes and flush skin.

“Switch the camera back. NOW your skirt better not have moved,” Paul instructed wanting to knock that brat attitude down a bit. Briefly looking past his phone he saw his bare legs looked very similar to hers and couldn’t help but compare.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied trying to keep an eye out for traffic but trying to keep her Master happy & push down her fear.

Paul could see he was definitely more tanned than her, but more of his legs were exposed. While his thighs ended in a bright-orange, tight shorts encasing his cock, you could see the upper end of her folds between her thighs.

“Spread your legs, slut.” Tentatively she did and he mimicked the view with his legs.

“Now reach between your thighs and find your nub.”

“Sir...”

“Do it!” He continued to mimic her movement with his hands. He could hear her gasp as her finger came in contact with it.

“Still sensitive?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you like waking up like you did this morning?”

He can see her finger move around a bit as he hears some panting from her, “yes, Master.”

“Want to do that again?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to return the favor so much.” Her pace increases and he continues to match her movement feeling his cock get even harder.

“I bet you do, slut.”

“Yes, Sir, so much”

Suddenly, Paul hears a meep from Molly as her phone appears to fall and land in her lap, as he hears her chair slam forward under her desk and the view goes dark as he hears want must be the door to her office open.

In a muffled distant, he can hear her boss talking to her in a back and forth. That went on for several minutes and he was wondering what her boss saw.

Looking down at his own legs, Paul was wondering if he saw something like this from his coworker how would he react? May not technically be illegal as things were covered, but definitely not office appropriate. However, the smooth legs moving up against each other seemed to just excite further as he continued rubbing his fingers like she was.

Paul is brought back to reality as he hears her office door close again. Looking at his Skype, picture comes back and he sees her skirt flipping over her skin before catching a glint of moisture between her thighs. The picture switches back to her flush giggling face.

“That was too fucking close!”

“Did he see anything, if he did, he didn’t react to it.”

“I was enjoying it.”

“I bet you were; enjoyed the idea of you between my thighs, but was worried he was going to come around. I need to get this skirt fixed and back to work.”

Looking at the time he knew he needed to get to things too, “ya, I need to get some work done as well.”

“Alright, I look forward to getting home, Sir.”

“See you tonight, slut; stay a good girl.”

“Yes, SIr. Good bye”

“bye”

Since Paul took the call from his desk, he just jumped straight into things and got back to work. At one point during the day, Molly sent a picture of her ‘fixed’ skirt: 4 pairs of safety pins evenly spaced from her hem to her waist hold the skirt together with just a hint of skin. He replied with ‘hawt peachy goth girl office play