Treasures in drawers

When he came back to his office, Tom had somewhat calmed down but he was still irritated. Sandy frowned, seeing what a face he was making.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" she asked in a concerned tone.

He sighed. "Don’t worry about it. Just some annoying bug and its buzzing."

"Oh?" She seemed uncertain about the meaning of his declaration. "So… Your break has been ruined?"

"Not entirely." He thought about the strings he had pulled around Janeece, Luisa and Brandon. "I’d even say it was quite productive." He suddenly remembered about the conversation he had a few minutes ago with his assistant’s mind and opened his drawer. He raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?" he asked, pulling out not one but two panties from it. One of them was a laced red and black thong, quite daring and exotic for the petite Asian woman.

Sandy smiled like the naughty girl whose prank had just been discovered and blushed like the good girl caught in those antics. "One is mine. The other is from Rosa." she explained, half giggling.

The editor laughed. He didn’t expect her to start going for other women’s underwear so fast. "Does she know you gave it to me?"

She waved her head no. "She would probably have agreed, but I thought it would be funnier this way. It wasn’t hard either. Since I’m always the one taking care of laundry, I just stole it after a shower rather than put it in the basket."

"I see… And what is that…?" He put his hand back in the drawer and pulled a sheet of paper out of it. Now that he could look directly at it, he realised it was one of the pictures of Janeece’s bust from when he fucked her on the copy machine.

"Mlle Girard went on a crusade to collect them all yesterday, but I managed to save this one. I think it’s the best one."

Tom looked at the picture. Even with her eyes closed, you could read a mixture of bliss and arousal on Janeece’s face, as well as pain, shame, anger and disgust. All those emotions were battling over her expression. Meanwhile, her deliciously massive chest was on display with a great quality. Her tits appeared flattened and larger, as they were crushed against the glass of the machine, and you could distinctly see her nipples and a few droplets of sweat.

"You have an eye for those things." Tom admitted with sincerity. He could feel his dick growing in his pants. "Did Angélique destroy the other copies?"

"I don’t think so!" Sandy replied cheerfully. "She has a full stack in her desk, I saw them. That’s where I took this one."

Tom’s eyes widened. "Do you mean you entered her office without her permission and stole it from her?"

She nodded vigorously, a wide grin on her face. "I figured you would like to keep at least one. I would have stolen all of them, but she would have noticed."

The older man chuckled and asked "Weren’t you afraid you’d get caught?"

"I almost peed my panties!" Sandy giggled. "It was terrifying, but at the same time quite fun and exciting!"

It didn’t sound like her usual behaviour at all. Was it the result of one of his commands? Nothing came to mind that may have such direct consequence, but maybe what he did to her was changing her in unexpected way, or maybe Rosa was rubbing off on her and not just in a sexual way.

Anyway, whatever the cause, he liked this change quite a lot. And he should let her know if he wanted to push her in this direction.

"Up," he suddenly ordered.

The pretty girl instantly jumped to her feet.

"Sit," he added, pointing at the floor next to him.

She obediently walked toward him and kneeled, without the slightest hint of hesitation. She seemed worried, though, as if wondering if she was about to get scolded.

He patted her cute little head.

"Good girl," he said softly.

An overjoyed smile came back onto her face, along with blush on her cheeks.

Tom laughed again and snapped his fingers, then pointed at her seat. "Now go back to work."

Sandy nodded vigorously and stood up, but as she turned around he also patted her butt. "And this one is for being a naughty girl." he said, to which she replied with another giggle while hopping back to her desk, swaying her hips at the same time.

It was quite refreshing to see her in this mood, but now Tom wanted to focus on his next target. He took his phone and went to his private conversation with Angélique.

• Are you alone?
• Oui.

Oh, right, this annoying language. Maybe he should find a way to have her think in English. Or learn French himself, but it would be too much work.

• Are you at your desk?
• Oui, bien sûr.

Good. He sent a message to the group chat to ask for no one to bother the boss or his secretary for the rest of the day, then went back to the French woman.

• What do you think about the pictures of Janeece you confiscated from the employees?
• C’est une honte, elle n’aurait jamais dû se retrouver dans une telle situation et ses collègues devraient la soutenir plutôt que de les collectionner. C’est évident que tu as abusé d’elle, et je ne comprends pas pourquoi personne ne réagit.

Apparently she thought it was shameful, but for what Tom could gather she didn’t think Janeece was the one who should be ashamed. She also saw him as some kind of ****. Which… in a way he may be, but he didn’t care to consider such matters.

• That’s not what I’m talking about. What do you think about them aesthetically?
• Je n’ai pas vraiment réfléchi à ça. C’est au mieux de la pornographie obtenue sans consentement, pas une œuvre d’art sujette à la critique.

Not really informative. She apparently didn’t think about it and the rest was some nonsense to explain her reasoning.

• What do you think about Janeece?
• Elle est talentueuse, professionnelle et digne de confiance. De toutes les employées féminines choisies par Chuck avant que je prenne en charge les recrutements, c’est la plus compétente après moi. C’est peut-être même la plus compétente après moi de toute la boîte, sans considération de genre ou d’ancienneté. Elle pourrait trouver un meilleur employeur, même si je suis ravie de sa loyauté je ne la comprends pas. Tout comme je ne comprends pas comment elle peut se laisser abuser par un vieux dégueulasse comme toi.

This answer was even less helpful. He wanted to know how easy it may be to have Angélique pork the black woman, and if he understood correctly, all she talked about was her work ethics. He didn’t even finish reading and just tried to be more specific with his next question.

• Do you find her attractive?
• Je suppose. C’est pour ça que Chuck l’a recrutée, après tout. Je n’y prête pas personellement attention.

This was going nowhere. The language barrier was too annoying to keep asking questions to which she answered vaguely or without understanding what he really asked. Time to change pace.

• You want to look at those pictures.
• Pourquoi ?
• Something has been bothering you with those since you first saw them. You didn’t really pay attention previously because you were busy preventing anyone from seeing them, but now that you’re cooling down, you’re feeling a little strange when you look at one of them and for now you can’t focus on anything else.

Oddly, she didn’t reply. Tom frowned. Usually it was instantaneous.

• Are you still there?
• Bien sûr.
• What are you doing?
• Je regarde les photocopies. Je ne comprends pas pourquoi elles m’obsèdent autant.

Good. She followed his command, she just didn’t feel the need to give him feedback. Which wasn’t especially surprising, all things considered.

• Looking at them makes you sexually aroused. Janeece is extremely attractive, even more so when she’s being fucked raw. You like to look at the expression on her face and at her massive bare chest pressed against the glass. You wonder how it would feel like to be in her position in this picture, or mine.

He let a few seconds pass, before asking:

• Are you still looking at the picture?
• Oui. C’est peut-être une nouvelle forme d’art, je ne peux pas en détacher mon esprit. Et c’est sexuellement excitant.
• You can’t resist the urge to masturbate while looking at them.
• Je ne peux pas. Quelqu’un pourrait entrer et me surprendre.

She was too worried that she may get caught in the act. Annoying.

• If it happened, it would be their fault for bothering you while you’re busy. You shouldn’t care about it.
• Tu as raison.

After this last message, a new idea came to his mind.

"Hey, Sandy!" he asked. "Could you do something for me?"