We both need to recover

It is a few minutes later when we have both pulled ourselves back together that Alison looks up shyly. “That's not what happened in the book, Mr. P.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I apologize with a wry grin, “I got a little carried away.” To be perfectly honest, I wasn't all that sorry about how I had dominated Alison; judging by her teasing look as she begins to get dressed neither is Alison.

“We both did, I think.” She flashes her pretty tits at me and sight of her perfect body starts me thinking about taking her again, but I dismiss the thought almost immediately. We have all night to play out different variations on this boss and secretary relationship.

Alison seems to understand this and continues getting dressed. She slowly circles the high-rise office as she tucks the white blouse neatly back into her skirt. Once again fully clothed in the secretary outfit I bought for her, Alison looks almost as pristine and untouched as she did before I jumped her. “I can't believe how cool this office is, Mr. P. That's what made this so wild.” Her voice is soft and once again filled with wonder, “This is exactly the kind of place I dreamed about working at when I left Tennessee.” I imagine her wildest dreams didn't involve being pushed down and fucked from behind by her boss, but then again knowing now what I do about her private fantasies, maybe some of those dreams did cross that line.

“I could talk to Walt about taking you on as an intern.” From what my friend told me when I asked to borrow his office, it sounds like since the spread of the Corona virus picked up again this fall he doesn't even use this space. This suite was basically empty and all his work was done remotely, but this pandemic wouldn't last forever, and it couldn't hurt to ask.

“Really!” The way Alison's eyes light up made the offer worth following up on, but then I see a sudden worry on her expressive face. “Wait. I wouldn't have to ...” Alison's doe eyes lift to meet mine questioningly. “I wouldn't have to sleep with him?”

I smiled at her gently and shake my head.

“No, Angel.” I hesitate before adding with a grin, “although knowing Walt like I do, if you were willing to go the extra mile, it would pretty much guaranty that you'd get the position.” It was true, after his second divorce Walter's constant hunt for young female companionship was a running joke among his friends. I love the way Alison's soft eyes widen, and although she shakes her head nervously I notice that she doesn't reject the idea completely. Time to move on.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as I look around the room making sure we hadn't left any incriminating evidence. Walt almost certainly knew why I wanted to borrow his office, but I doubt even in his wildest dreams he imagined I'd be here with a blonde teen only a third my age.

“Yeah, I guess.” She looks around one more time, “This was really cool, Mr. P. I don't know how I can ever make it up to you.”

“I booked us a table at the Godwin.” I tell her as I take her elbow possessively and guide her to the door. “As we eat we can talk about how our plans for the rest of the night.”