by Ann King
Her panties were soaked through and now she would have to change.
Twenty minutes later, Elsie seated in a boardroom with other prospective sales consultants on the seventeenth floor. Spread out on the table was a series of delicious toys for the Home Pleasures department. Elsie flushed at the sight of all the toys. There were double sided Dildos, strap-on Dildos, Squirting Dildos, Suction cup Dildos, Sex around the house Erotic Board games, all the way to nipple clamps, collars and leashes and sex slings. Holy Cow was she going way in over her head.
I need this job. Its’ only a job, she fought to convince herself. It’s an honest tax-deductible paying job. One that would see me through college and clear my debts.
Basically each person was to role play how they would approach a client who asked for assistance. Then each would be required to fill out a questionnaire.
“Right ladies, my name is Portia Da Cora but many of you already know me from HR since you were hired to work in different departments at Kincade’s,” Portia said as she held up her head. She looked like a long and slender Coco Chanel or some other legend. She used to be a model back in her days. She was still beautiful and didn’t even dye her silky white hair which was neatly back in a French roll. Her make-up was impeccable. Perfect.
“Of course as you know you will be meeting with Carlos Kincade sometime during the day if you make it to the next level.”
Many of the women around the table reacted, eyes wide open with wonderment and excitement as if they were children and told they would be meeting Santa Clause soon or perhaps school girls being told they’d be meeting Justin Bieber soon.
The phone in the boardroom rang and disrupted Portia’s speech. “Oh…I see…Certainly.”
When Portia came off the phone line she turned to Elsie, thin lipped.
“Elsie you’re to report to the forty-third floor room 1600 right away.”
“Excuse me?” Elsie felt her heart tumble to the floor.
“Room 1600,” Portia looked away.
“Oh,…um…sure.” All eyes were on Elsie and she didn’t know what to say. She certainly didn’t want to argue with the HR director.
“You’ll be seeing Marsha Downswell when you reach there.”
“Marsha Downswell?” Elsie repeated quietly as she gathered her things to go.
“Yes, Mr. Kincade’s private secretary.”
Elsie felt her heart stop.
Elsie walked through the double glass doors after the elevator dropped her to the 43rd floor of the building. Her eyes dotted around the luxury design. It had been her first time up on the top floor. Was she in trouble? Why would Carlos Kincade want to even see her? Or why would his secretary want to see her?
She was on fire. Every area of her body pulsed and pounded with heated anxiety. She felt weak in her knees.
Oh, God! A thought struck her like lightning. She wasn’t wearing her panties. She’d meant to replace her wet pair but didn’t have time, so she threw it in her purse hoping she could buy a pair in the lingerie department on the fourth floor. Oh, boy was she ever a screw up now. She approached the receptionist who was busy typing on her laptop. The woman with long silky blond hair and icy blue eyes stared at her.
“You’re Ms Sherwood, I presume?”
“Um…yes.” Elsie voice was soft and low. Boy was she so out of her league being up there. The placed was so executive and looked more like a marble palace with high tech equipment and what looked like expensive art work on the walls. Elsie caught herself slouching her shoulders and squared them immediately.
The blond woman picked up the phone and said “She’s here. You’re welcome.” She then held her head down and started typing on her keypad. “You may take a seat, Ms Sherwood,” she said without looking up.
Talk about hospitality.
“Ah, there you are, Ms Sherwood,” a jolly round-faced woman with white hair approached her with her hand stretched out.
“Hi,” Elsie said sheepishly. She desperately wanted to ask her what the heck was going on and why was she called up here? She should be back in the boardroom auditioning for full time work in the Home Pleasures department. Not here.
“I will take you to see Mr. Kincade now. How was your morning so far?”
“Oh, it was fine thank you,” Elsie lied politely.
“Good,” the woman said almost on autopilot before Elsie finished talking as she marched forward without paying much mind to Elsie.
Elsie could only guess that Mr. Kincade works everybody extremely hard up there. No time for fun or games. Or slacking off. Her heart pounded harder in her chest. She desperately wanted to find the nearest exit.
When Marsha knocked on the door, a deep, silky voice answered. “Enter.”
Elsie noticed there were cameras everywhere. She’d known how to recognize them because a guy she’d once dated worked in a nanny cam store where they’d built hidden cameras that were so discreet you’d never know they were there.
“Thank you Miss…” Elsie had already forgotten the woman’s last name.
Marsha’s face suddenly iced up and she went stone cold before turning to Elsie. “That’s Mister,” she or he said before walking off.
Elsie took a deep breath. Her day was getting weirder by the moment. That’s what one got for trying out for such an unusual job like the one she’d applied for. Was it worth it?
When she opened the oak door wide enough her breath stopped and her pussy throbbed uncontrollably. She was going to pass out any moment now.
There he was.
Up close enough leaned back in his leather chair reading a file. Heck, it could be her employee file. But she didn’t care then. Luke’s dark thick hair was sleeked back. The scent of his aftershave wafted past her nostrils. He looked more like a tanned Greek God. He turned momentarily to acknowledge her and when his glistening grey eyes locked into hers for a brief moment, a plethora of wild butterflies let loose inside her body. She needed a seat like yesterday.
A quiver surged through her veins. Every time his gazed met hers, her heart turned over in response. How could this man have that kind of effect on her? The prolonged anticipation of what their meeting would be about was almost unbearable.
Could he hear her heart fluttering in her chest?
“Please sit down, Ms Sherwood.” His voice was deep, silky like smooth honey. She loved the way he murmured her name. God, she loved everything about him. The way he filled out in his expensive grey suit and dark tie to match. Her eyes glanced over his strong long fingers and his perfect nose, his clean cut shadow which appeared highly manicured.
Elsie sat down on the plush leather seat in his spacious office with the tall ceiling to floor windows she couldn’t help but drift her eyes to the glistening marble floors and expensive art work on the wall. She’d never been in an office like this before. Heck, she’d never been in a CEO of a large international corporation’s office before.
For a moment Carlos looked deep in thought as she flipped through the files on the desk. He did not even look up to her as if she were not really there. He then drew in a deep sigh and rubbed the stubble on his groomed chin and swung his chair around to face Elsie. His dark grey, penetrating eyes were captivating. She could not believe she was face to face with Carlos Kincade. She started fidgeting with her fingers, rubbing them with her other hand, a nervous habit that often betrayed her confidence.
“Are you nervous, Ms Sherwood?” Carlos asked as he shifted some papers on his desk.
“Um. No, Mr. um…Kincade.”
“Then please don’t stroke your fingers like that. It drives me crazy.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He paused not saying a word then the question came out to her like an explosion.
“Is there a reason why you aren’t wearing panties right now?”
Elsie entire body ran cold. She stiffened as if frozen by her own guilt and shame.
“Excuse me?” she asked trying to stifle the quiver in her voice. The nerve of him! How c
ould he possibly know? Don’t tell me Mr. Super stud had x-ray vision eyes, too!
“I don’t like having to repeat myself, Ms Sherwood.”
“Um…I don’t understand…”
This time he dropped the papers he was holding on the top of his oak desk, looking more unreadable and he stared into her eyes. “You walked in here with no panties on, Ms Sherwood. Is that not true?”
“Um…well…”
“I could smell the scent of your sex as you entered. And that dress…you should have worn a slip underneath if you wanted to refrain from exposing yourself.”
Elsie felt fire heat her cheeks. Her throat closed up. He could see what she was wearing…or not wearing underneath her dress. Oh, God! Talk about a bad first impression. Talk about a bad wrong impression. This was so not like her. What was she thinking? She’d really screwed up now.
“Might I remind you of our dress code.”
“Pardon me, sir…but it doesn’t specifically say to wear panties.” She was sorry when the words carelessly left her lips in defence of her ego.
“The dress code is to dress in a professional manner, Ms Sherwood. And continue to call me sir.”
What was Carlos thinking? That she could be the one? No way. She was way too out of his league. Gullible. Innocent. She’d never pull it off. They’d never believe he’d chosen her to be his lawfully wedded wife. Yet she was the best prospect, he’d read her history and knew about her bereavement leave for her mother and how she’d asked for a company loan on a few occasions. Looked like the kid deserved a break. He wasn’t always accepted into the Kincade family as the illegitimate son of the heir. He knew what growing up struggling was all about. She was certainly more honorable than those gold-digging super models and socialites he’d dated in the past. The ones who would sell his story out to the highest bidder of the tabloids. A muscle twitched in his jaw at the very thought of that. Again.
“We’ll come back to that later.” His voice was calm and cool like a breezeless summer day. Yet his eyes were compelling. He seemed to enjoy the innocent company of this young psychologist in training. Educated, smart woman with values—except for the panty disappearance act. “By the way, next time you want to come off in a public place, please ensure no one else is around.”
“You know…?” she stopped herself.
A grin of amusement touched the corner of his lips and his eyelids dropped to Elsie’s cleavage momentarily.
“There were workmen nearby to fix the echoing around the change rooms. Well, to put it short, they had assumed that I was in there with you. Not a good thing. But when they saw you come out alone they’d figured it was just …yourself.”
The look on Elsie’s face was that of morbidity. As if someone had just told her that she was no longer alive and living in an alternate universe. The color left her beautiful pouty lips and face..
“Are you going to be alright?” Carlos voice did not raise a fraction it was cool and calm and steady as always. He got up from his seat and walked over to Elsie putting his arm around her.
“It’s okay, mon Cherie. It won’t go any further. I’ve told the men they are not to mention anything.”
She looked up to him meeting his gaze with pleading eyes that soon turned to annoyance.
“Do you often have your staff followed or watched?”
“Only when they are in places they shouldn’t be. You didn’t read the sign that it was under construction?”
“There were signs? Why not bar it off?”
“You rushed in there so fast according to the security cameras. The washrooms are fine, just not the changing area where you…were left with your fantasies.”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Not really. You almost had me on the front page of the tabloid again. Could you imagine if they were underpaid disgruntled workers looking for a way for a fast buck. The tabloids paint guilt first then you have to prove your innocence later.”
“I see your point. I’m sorry…I don’t usually…do this…I was just trying out the…new…”
Carlos saw the way her face turned thirty shades of red. He did not want to hurt her. But he was aroused by her presence. His crutch was reacting to her sweetness. Her sex. Just knowing she was not wearing panties right now and the scent of her sex was killing him inside. He wanted to jump her right there and then.
He would have a full blown erection very soon. He had to resist his urge to spank her or to fuck her senseless. Maybe having her this close to him was a mistake after all.
The truth was Carlos had been watching her for over a year now since she started working in the café on the ground floor of the Kincade building, admiring her from afar. Her sweet demeanor with the customers. Her humility. Rushing off to classes after her shift finished. She never got involved in gossip and greeted the cleaners. He’d been watching her closely. But his position stopped him from doing anything about it. Until now.
“Are you involved?”
“What?”
He drew in a deep breath. He didn’t like to ask questions twice.
“No. I’ve been busy with my studies.”
“Good. What made you decide you could work for our Home Pleasures department?” He gazed directly into her eyes, again she fidgeted with her fingers. She was a bundle of nerves.
Elsie’s heart was thundering uncontrollably in her chest. She was toast and she knew it. There was no way she could work for Home Pleasures and not for Carlos again. What did she have to lose? May as well walk out with her dignity and stick with her café job pulling in more hours and begging for a scholarship to finish her education. He was toying with her wasn’t he? Well she’d give him the truth.
“Well, um…I needed a decent stable well-paying job with good benefits to pay off my debt and fund my dream of finishing my college degree and eventually becoming an industrial psychologist. I thought the Home Pleasures department was out of my league since some would call me a prude but I thought—I could learn anything. What did I have to lose?”
Elsie could not believe the words oozed out of her trembling lips. Her voice was remarkably steady considering how she’d felt inside. But after that humiliating experience of being caught masturbating while calling out her boss’s name, what else could possibly go wrong?
A grin of amusement touched the corner of Carlos sweet full lips and he looked delicious. So adorable. She could reach out and devour him. There was some magnetic chemical reaction in the air between them.
He got up from his seat and shoved his hands in his suit, looking like a hot GQ model, his eyes fixed on Elsie as he circled her like a prey ready to eat. “Honesty.”
Elsie felt her throat close up. Was he assessing her or disappointment in her? She’d soon find out.
“I love that in a woman,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers up her spine. Butterflies let loose in her stomach.
Elsie’s mouth was glued shut after that long spiel. She was terrified of saying anything else at that moment.
“Do you love sex?”
“Um…well…who doesn’t….I mean I think that question is irrelevant and very daring of you, sir.”
“You want me to hire someone selling sex toys if they hate sex. Don’t you think that would be like selling candy in a candy store when you don’t like children. The vibes would surely be trickled to the customer, Ms Sherwood. I can assure you.”
“It certainly says a lot about you selling women’s pleasure toys,” she finally uttered.
“And why not? Fuck, they sell guns to hurt people in some department stores, ,yet they want to censor objects that bring people pleasure. How fucked up is that?”
Stunned by his rawness, she replied. “You have a point…sir.” It didn’t take long for her to find out that her charming prince was a dominant man.
She glanced to the side and caught his erection bulging through his crotch of his expensive looking pants. Her pussy throbbed with need and anticipation. She really wouldn’t mind hi
m taking her right there and then. She wanted Carlos Kincade inside her right now. God, what was wrong with her all of a sudden?
He stood to the side and glanced at her, stroking her hair slightly. “Who did that to you?” His voice was cold as ice and emotionless.
“Did what?” she breathed heavily.
“The scar on the side of your hairline.”
“Oh…um…I’d rather not say at this time…sir.”
“Very well. We don’t know each other on that level yet. That’s fine.”
She sucked in a deep breath and kept her head forward. Her nipples hardened under her blouse. Could he see that, too? Was she going to get this job or not?
“What do you know about me, Ms Sherwood?”
That question got her.
“Well…sir…You’ve spent a lot of time changing the direction of Kincade’s department store from when your grand…I mean your great-grandfather opened up the flagship store in lower Manhattan rivaling Macy’s. You work hard and spend time on perfecting how to please your customers with the believe that happy customers are repeat customers. And…you’re the hottest item out there in the whole corporation. Women would fall over each other for a chance to be with you and you don’t even know it. You date occasionally but you’re a typical workaholic. Married to your ambition and power and making your mark in the world.”
Carlos eyebrow raised a fraction for the first time. A sign of his being normal. “Is that how you feel about me?”
“I don’t think I’ll answer that question, sir.”
A grin played on his lips again. “Fine. Are you aware of a non-disclosure agreement?” He said leaning into her, his intoxicating aroma gripping her, driving her crazy. She had to have him or she’d go insane. He nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and she felt her head spin into a whirlwind. She wanted him inside her. She must be dreaming? No way could this be happening. Carlos Kincade stroking her, touching her neck with his lips. God, why didn’t he slide his fingers down her blouse and ease the ache in her nipples. Why didn’t he pull up her dress and pleasure the wetness between her legs and throbbing folds?
