Loaning Her To My Boss

by Laran Mithras

He had persuaded both clients to expand slightly their advertising layout on three very good avenues of reach. He was certain that not only would it pay off for them, but then also for him. You couldn't just offer a new dollar in expense for a new dollar in sales. In advertising, you had to offer the potential for ten new dollars in sales for every additional dollar spent in advertising over their previous budget.

  The pitch had to sound enticing, but even more, it had to work.

  He dropped his keys on the stand by the door. Lisa would still be at work, receptionist for a hotel. That's how he had met her – staying overnight to meet a client. She had transferred here after they became engaged.

  He poured two glasses of wine.

  She would be going out this evening with Ian to the charity dance. Would his boss dance with her? Would there be a slow dance? Would they dance it? Would he hold her close, his crotch pressed into hers?

  His penis hardened. He wanted her to have fun, to dance, and laugh. He didn't want her to be taken there, only to be neglected.

  He stood from the barstool in the kitchen and freed his cock. He began stroking it, thinking of her. Thinking of them dancing. Pleasure spread through him from the stroking of his hand. It felt good and he jacked his cock thinking of Lisa pressed against Ian's crotch.

  She's so sexy.

  “Oh, hi...” Lisa said. She stood in the kitchen doorway.

  Kurt went from panic to a fit of laughter in two seconds.

  She raised her eyebrows. “Should I leave you and your cock alone?” She motioned over her shoulder.

  He laughed again. “No. No, not at all.” He picked up her wineglass and handed it to her while his erection subsided.

  “What had you all worked up? Some client?”

  “No, you, actually.”

  She piffed. “What was it, some blonde?” She was intimidated by blondes.

  “No, love, it was you.”

  She gave him a sideways smile. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “I need to shower before Ian comes.”

  He followed her into the bedroom. “You need any help?”

  “Sounds like fun, but maybe tomorrow? I need to wash up, not get all lathered for sex.”

  He sighed. “Okay.” He sat on the bed while she showered. He looked over the clothes she had laid out. Her long blue skirt and a blue blouse. She should wear a shorter skirt.

  He opened the closet and fingered through her clothing. There was the flaring red skirt that came to just above her knees. That would be better. Now, for a blouse...

  She came out and brushed her wet hair. She looked over his selection on the bed. “Didn't like my choice?”

  “You want to look like a grandmother?”

  She looked at him in horrified anger, her mouth open. “No. That's my favorite skirt.”

  He nodded, giving in to the argument. “I know. That wasn't fair. I just thought something a little more fun.”

  “I'm so tired of white blouses.” She wore them for work every day.

  “I thought it went best with red.”

  She fingered the blouse on the bed. “I suppose it does.”

  “Maybe we can buy you a black one. That goes with red.”

  “Mmm, I have enough blouses.” She unwrapped her towel and stood naked at the dresser. She picked out a bra and panties from the drawer.

  She's choosing clothes for Ian. He admired the slight flare of her hips. The smooth curve of her lower back. The flashes of breast from the side. Maybe she should just go without bra and panties. He opened his mouth to say it, but stopped himself. He tried again, but stopped himself again.

  She fastened the bra and then raised a leg, bending down to put on her panties.

  He began growing hard. Her movements were feminine and sensual. She slid her panties up. Would Ian get to see a flash of them? He stood and went to her. She looked up into his eyes with a questioning smile as he wrapped her in a hug. Would they dance like this? He ran his hand down to her butt and caressed it. Would he do this? Would he feel her buttcheek? Would he pull her in and rub his crotch against hers, like this?

  She purred, arms wrapped around his neck.

  He reached his other hand in between them and ran the side of his finger up and down her slit. She parted her thighs and hung on, moaning happily. He gently pressed in, stretching the fabric to create a more pronounced cameltoe. But Ian wouldn't be able to see it under the skirt; the fabric was too loose.

  “We don't really have time--”

  He groaned. “I know.”

  She stepped away, smiling. She grabbed the skirt and put it on first. Zipping and fastening, she smoothed it down.

  She even looks good just like that. He pulled out his personal pad and tapped a picture of her. Of her getting dressed for Ian.

  She pulled on the blouse and buttoned it up. She left the top button unbuttoned.

  He shook his head. He reached and unbuttoned the next two buttons. She did not have much cleavage to show and three undone wasn't too daring to be obvious.

  “Why are you unbuttoning--”

  “It made you look uptight.” He fluffed the blouse and made a show of looking from the sides to make sure she was decent. “All covered.”

  “Are you sure?” She was looking down her own blouse.

  “Yes. No bra visible. Although you can see the strap through the back.”

  “Nothing I can do about that.”

  Go without a bra... He fidgeted, growing hard again. He had helped her get ready for a dance-date with Ian. Or as close to a date as it could be. Would his boss approve? Would he admire her? Would he smile at her and be nice to her? His cock hardened painfully.

  And then he realized he wanted Ian to like her, to smile at her, and to admire her. Lisa was worth the effort. She was vibrant and sweet. And she was beautiful. He wanted Ian to see it and appreciate her for what Kurt valued.

  She did a slow spin. “Do you think Ian will approve?”

  His mouth went dry. Yes, I want him to approve. I want him to get an erection looking at you. I want him to masturbate later after he drops you back off. I want him to think about how beautiful you are and shoot his load thinking of your pussy. But he couldn't say those things. He stood there, mouth open, quivering with lust.

  She rolled her eyes. “Oh come on.”

  “You look good.” He finally managed to speak.

  “Yeah, yeah, don't overdo it.”

  “Sorry, was just fantasizing about you naked again.”

  She blushed, shaking her head. Her curls were drying and flowing with the movement. “What's gotten into you?”

  He looked left and then right, as if trapped. But he knew she knew that look. So he looked her in the eyes and shrugged helplessly. “I guess Ian taking you out makes me realize how sexy you are.”

  “Oh. Well, there hasn't been anything funny, you know. He's been the perfect gentleman.”

  On one level, he felt disappointed and sorry for her. On the other, he felt a vast relief. He didn't want his woman stolen. “I suppose even if he did flirt, I wouldn't say that I couldn't have expected it, or blame him.”

  She gave him a confused look. “Ian? Flirt? He doesn't seem the type. He's handsome, though, so it's nice being out with him.”

  “More handsome than me?”

  She eyed him from under a curl. “No, dear, you both are handsome in different ways. I just meant that if I have to go out with your boss, then at least he doesn't look like a slug.”

  “No, I wouldn't want some slug pawing you--”

  “Ian doesn't paw me, either.”

  His cock twitched in his pants. “Well, I hope he appreciates how lucky he is to have you on his arm once in a while.”

  She over-dramatized a shrug. “Who knows.” She went about re-hanging the blue skirt and blouse she had put out.

  “I still think we should go tomorrow and pick out some new clothes for these dates you have with him.”

  A smile from her. “I suppose I
can't say no. But I really don't need--”

  “Maybe some blacks. He likes black.”

  “Oh?” She looked intrigued. She had little black in the closet. “Sometimes the black doesn't go good with my hair.”

  “Mmm, we'll see what they have. Maybe we can find something.”

  “Okay,” she said. She wore a smile on her face.

  They finished off their glasses of wine and waited on the couch. Ian was late.

  “Maybe he found a girlfriend.” Lisa pouted.

  He patted her knee. “He would have called.”

  The knock on the door was fast.

  Kurt answered it. “Ian.”

  “Hi. We're late. Cop pulled me over for coasting through a stop sign. He seemed to know I was in a hurry so he walked all around my car, inspecting it.”

  Kurt snorted.

  “Bastard took his time.” He turned to Lisa. “Ah, Lisa, you look wonderful.” He offered his arm.

  She smiled up at him and took his arm. As they left, she shot a look back and waved to him with her free hand.

  He waved back, watching her hips sway beneath that loose, red skirt. After he shut the door, he released his cock and began stroking it.

  * * *

  His lust didn't last long before it was replaced with worry. Was he leering at her? Touching her? She belongs to me! A sick feeling that Ian was usurping him started in his stomach. Would they run away together? He would have to put a stop to all of this. End the whole thing.

  His contracts should make up the difference for the loss of Sung. Everyone should be happy. He would end it Monday.

  Lisa's key had him up off the couch in a flash. He met them as they came in.

  “Kurt,” Ian said. He gave him a short nod. Then he turned to Lisa. “Thank you, that was a fun evening.” He gave her a one-armed hug that lasted no more than half a second.

  Kurt frowned in thought. Hardly anything to be angry about. Had they hugged earlier? Lust began to reawaken.

  He shut the door and Lisa smiled up at him.

  “That was fun,” she said. “But I'm all wore out.” She headed off to the bedroom.

  “So, tell me about it,” he said. The worm of suspicion was very difficult to keep from his voice.

  “Some speeches, a bunch of dancing, and a catered buffet dinner. Felt like a high school reunion.”

  “Did you get to dance?”

  She blew out a breath. “Yes, Ian is a decent dancer. We danced quite a few. And I danced with some of the others there, too.”

  “Anyone try anything with you?” The suspicion warred with lust, sparring again in the worn-out arena of his mind.

  “Nope.” She was unbuttoning her blouse. Somewhere during the evening she had buttoned one extra button.

  He felt good. He also felt disappointed, when he saw that. He drew a ragged, weary breath. “Wow, nothing?”

  She looked up at him, shrugging out of her blouse. “One guy tried to start chatting but I mentioned I was engaged and that shut him down real fast.”

  On that, he felt better. He felt no lust there for some stranger to be picking up on his fiance. But what was the deal with Ian? He wanted it? Or not? He couldn't make heads or tails in his own mind. “Were there slow dances?”

  “Several.”

  “Did he dance with you?”

  “The flirt? No.”

  “No, Ian.”

  “Oh. Yes, we danced four of them, I think.”

  His cock started to harden again. He stepped up behind her and helped her out of her skirt. He reached down her front, running his fingers over her panties and her pussy beneath them. He pressed his stiffness between her buttcheeks. “Did you feel him?” He pressed gently on her panties where her clit would be.

  She gasped lightly. “Oh, well...”

  “Did he get stiff dancing against you?”

  “I think, maybe...”

  “Did you feel him here.” He pressed again. “Or on your leg?” A chaste slow dance usually placed the crotches just off center of each other. Crotch to crotch was a little more personal.

  “I felt him there.”

  “On your pussy?” He kissed her neck.

  She whispered. “Yes.”

  He moaned and turned her around. He pressed himself against her, rubbing his bulge into her panties. “Like this?”

  “On the last slow dance, yes.”

  Overcome with desire, he pushed her down onto the bed. He took her panties and yanked them down. He shoved his face into her pussy and licked all over her clit.

  She moaned in pleasure.

  “Did he kiss you?”

  “No.” She was panting.

  “But you felt his cock here?” He placed his tongue on her clit and moved slowly.

  She groaned out, grabbing his head. “Yesss...”

  “Did it feel nice?”

  “Yes.” Her gasps were coming faster. “It felt good.”

  “Did you rub him back? Did you massage your clit on his hardness?”

  “Not at first.”

  “But you did?”

  “Yes, his hardness was making me horny.”

  With a growl, he removed his clothes in a frantic dance of undress. His plunge into her caused her mouth to open and the moan to be loud and long. He thrust his cock into her beautiful pussy, his hips slapping against hers. The shaft felt more engorged than ever before.

  Was she thinking of Ian? Was she imagining his cock pounding her?

  She shuddered in orgasm, crying out. She lifted her mouth to his neck, breathing heavily and hotly as she came. Her hips bucked hard drawing his erection in and milking it.

  His release came when he imagined Ian here between her legs, thrusting. He saw stars, and then collapsed onto her, his pulsing penis still buried inside her.

  CHAPTER 6

  Saturday was raining. But Kurt felt alive and happy. His cock twitched in his pants as they walked into the department store.

  Lisa walked contentedly beside him, hand linked in his, nothing more said about the slow dances with Ian.

  Kurt wandered with her through the blouses, pointing to and commenting on the different colors. Green was bad, and so was yellow. Holding them up to her face, he could see what she meant. White, black, and purple were good. Blue was okay. Pink had to be pastel and nothing brighter. A few of the blacks weren't right – too blueish.

  They chose out four new ones.

  “Want to look in the lingerie section?” he said.

  She rolled her eyes. “I thought we were getting clothes, not sexy things.”

  “Alright, alright.”

  They picked through the skirts. He picked short ones.

  “I can't wear those with him--”

  “Maybe they're for me.”

  “Whatever.” She didn't sound convinced.

  He picked out two turtlenecks. “These can go with the short skirts.”

  “I suppose.”

  “I think Ian would like these.”

  “You think so?”

  “Mm Hmm.” He started to get hard imagining her going out with his boss dressed in the short black skirt and black turtleneck.

  But by Sunday, he regretted all the purchases. He paced while she was in the bathroom. How much was she thinking about his boss? Was he losing her? He wanted to pull out his hair, feeling no control in the situation at all.

  By the end of the day, his resolve was firm. He would go in tomorrow and tell Ian it was all over. The deal was done. He would call it all off and they could all go on to be happy once again, he with Lisa and Ian looking elsewhere.

  * * *

  Kurt approached Ian's open door. He stopped, Ian was on the phone. He listened, unseen, to what his boss was saying.

  “No, it wasn't Mason's fault--”

  “I understand that, sir--”

  “Sung wanted to leave--”

  “No, sir, Kurt is a good man. I don't agree on firing--”

  “It what?” Ian's chair squeaked in sudden movement. “A
quarter of--”

  “No. No, sir. I can't--”

  “He's not at fault. Firing him would be--”

  “Yes, he is a friend, but he's also one of the finest employees this branch--”

  So he does like me. He wasn't lying.

  “No, I am not being colored by my friendship--”

  “Look at his figures. They don't lie.”

  “Goldman--”

  “Goldman--”

  “Goldman!” The shout stunned Kurt. No one shouted at Goldman.

  “It's not the answer. You want to throw away his client list and their profits?”

  Ian grunted and slammed the phone down. “Son. Of. A. Bitch.”

  Kurt composed himself and walked into the office.

  Ian glared sidelong at him. “I just got off the phone with Goldman. I lost the branch tier three bonus by a quarter of a percent..”

  Crap. Because of Sung. His newest contract flows would not hit until the following quarter.

  “That's a thirty-five thousand dollar increase in my bonus I gave up on your Sung fiasco.”

  Kurt felt bad. Very bad. It was one thing to keep his job. It was another to cost someone else a good portion of their annual bonus. And by a measly quarter of a percent. “I'm really sorry.”

  “Bastard still wants your head, too.”

  “I thought--”

  “I've been stringing him out, but I think he knows it.”

  “What's going to happen?”

  “I finally got through to him. I think.”

  “Oh? How?” He had only heard Ian's side of the conversation.

  “I reminded him that firing you would lose us all your accounts. That might not be true, but he just growled and hung up on me.”

  Kurt fidgeted.

  Ian twisted his mouth and shook his head, finally waving Kurt to sit. “I think it will be alright. He was probably as angry at the loss of gross profit in this branch as I am to lose my bonus.”

  “I didn't mean to--”

  Ian slammed his hand down on the desk. “I know. I know. I know.” Softer and softer. “Look, you are our best in this branch and I don't want to see you wasted by being fired.” He leaned forward, head lowered, almost looking through his lashes. “Just do not screw up on that magnitude again.”

  “I swear, I won't.” And he wouldn't.