An Unsuitable Position

Mr Francis smiled as he ushered his guests through the office door. He knew the artwork he had recently purchased from the dealer in town would impress them, but he was particularly pleased with the gasps and palpable sense of awe. He had really knocked their socks off! The first couple of people stopped dead in the doorway, and he had to ask them to move further into his office to allow everybody to see his new installation.

This was turning out to be a very successful day. Not only was business good enough to allow him to splurge on a couple of pieces to adorn his office, he was very pleased with his decision to employ Emily as his Personal Assistant. Although she had only started today she was clearly very diligent and respectful, and he looked forward to working closely with her in future. She seemed a little nervous around him though, and mostly, as far as he could tell, remained sitting demurely behind her desk in the adjoining office, probably reading through paperwork and learning her way around the files on the computer. But before long he knew he would be able to put her at ease, and really get her to open up to him.

He knew from the first time she sat across from his desk that there was something special about this girl. A little shy, always fiddling with the hem of her skirt or patting the front of her blouse as if checking her clothes were in order, her fidgeting only served to draw the eye to her largish round breasts straining against the thin fabric, making him glance at the welcoming curves of her thighs. With her wavy golden hair, wide, trusting blue eyes and full red lips, she was quite the vision that day. When he told her he would be very happy to add her to the books and put her forward for any jobs which came up she beamed at him, her beautiful face lighting up the room, and eagerly bounced forward to shake his hand. He had trouble looking at those stunning eyes, wanting instead to watch her glorious breasts as she leaned toward him, to lose himself in the little diamond shape which just tugged open a little between her blouse buttons, revealing a tantalising, all too brief glimpse of her white bra and the soft pale skin of her cleavage. When she turned to leave he allowed his eyes to devour her curves, her skirt taut across her hips, framing a perfect round bottom and long legs, her tailored blouse hugging her slim waist. He sat back in his chair and sighed, thinking how he’d like to see much more of her.

Yes, today was turning out to be an excellent day. He had just taken a group of his most important clients out for a late lunch – Emily’s arrival at his employment agency seemed to coincide with a definite upturn in business, and in fact many of his clients were beginning to ask for her by name. Even though she hadn’t worked anywhere for long, word had obviously spread about how impressive she was as an employee. So now that he had offered her a position in his office he could also send her out for special assignments if a local business needed somebody with her attributes. And to top it all off, these important clients were clearly quite overwhelmed by the new artwork in his office.

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Just ninety seconds previously, Emily was hyperventilating. This had been such a terrible day, she just knew Mr Francis was going to fire her mere hours after hiring her. Not only had she destroyed one of his new statues, there was a growing bulge in the ceiling directly above his desk, with water from the upstairs bathroom swelling the plaster and dribbling all over his important papers and the framed photograph of his wife. She only had her suit jacket left after losing all her other clothes, and now that was stuck, impaled on a metal spike in the remains of the artwork on the other side of the room. Now, standing completely naked in Mr Francis’ plush office she knew she had to calm down and try to fix the mess she had created. If she could prevent the ceiling falling in she could rush upstairs and stop the water leak, then try to clean up before he came back from his important lunch.

She looked around, noticing a standard lamp with a wide base when an idea struck her. Her eyes lit up and she smiled at her cleverness, unplugging the lamp and flipping it over so the base was pointing into the air. The grey shade fell off onto the floor, but that was fine, she wouldn’t need it. Leaping onto the desk she reached up to press the base against the bowed ceiling. Yes! The plaster gave a little, and although water started to pour down the metal lamp, spattering all over her hair and shoulders, she was able to push the ceiling upward, roughly back to how it had been before she had flooded the room upstairs.

If she could now find a way to hold the lamp pressed up to the ceiling she could run upstairs knowing it wouldn’t fall down onto the desk while she was gone. The shiny metal paperwork trays on the far corner of the wide desk looked like they might just work, so Emily shuffled her grip to hold the lamp in one hand, squatting down to try to reach the trays. Her bare feet were sliding around on the wet surface, so she parted them as far as she could and leaned across, arm outstretched toward her goal. She glanced at the office door, not sure how much time she had before Mr Francis returned, hoping he wouldn’t come back right now to see this disaster site with her squatting completely naked with her legs spread wide open on his desk.

When the door did suddenly burst open she froze, unable to comprehend what was happening as a group of men and women filed in, open mouthed, staring at her and bumping into each other in the doorway. She heard Mr Francis outside saying cheerfully ‘Please move further inside, then we can all get a good view of my new piece!’

Emily could only stare at the door as her hand found something on the desk which she grabbed and held in front of her exposed privates. Mr Francis finally stepped into the room, eyes and mouth creating perfect O shapes as he saw his new assistant naked on his desk, soaking wet with water pouring over her round breasts, legs spread wide, holding an upside down standard lamp and with a photograph of his wife pressed against her pussy.