Dressed in suspenders and a silver tie clip, it was only fitting that the most important man in the office was also the best dressed. No doubt about it, Jonathan Porter knew the business, knew the people, and knew how to run this place.
It was nearly lunch when Jonathan called Natalie, his assistant, into his office.
“Shut the door,” he ordered, not looking up from his laptop. Natalie abided.
He looked up and looked her over, “I think it’s time we address the elephant in the room—”
“Sir, I’ve been trying to diet—“
“No, it’s not that; relax, kid,” Jonathan said, his magic words flowing like they did during that regrettable magician phase that he had all but repressed with painkillers now.
“No, the elephant I’m talking about is trickier; you’ve been here, what, ten months, now?” He said, standing up now and moseying towards Natalie.
She slowly nodded, “What’s this about; you’ve never said anything about my body of work.”
“Well, that’s mostly because I’ve had so many objections about your physical body. , However, I must say, there are some qualities I find less-objectionable—“ and in a swift, hostile takeover Jonathan used his position to leverage Natalie into position underneath him on top of the desk.
Puzzled, but not resisting, Natalie was flooded with confliction. After all, Jonathan was her boss, and, despite his remarks about her weight and odor, she didn’t mind working here and didn’t want to jeopardize that. On the other hand, it had been awhile since she had a man make a direct deposit in her, as she had grown accustom to using the proverbial “Easy Button” and saving herself a disappointing evening at the bar.
“Sir, I’m not so sure. This isn’t so cut and dry, like the business.”
“I agree,” Jonathan suavely whispered, taking her hand. “I mean, I’m pretty cut,” he continued, moving her hand across his toned stomach and back. “But,” he breathed while discretely finding his way up her skirt, “You’re anything but dry.”
Natalie let out a low moan; it was clear she had a weakness for the sensual combination of his dry, clammy fingers and stupid wordplay. There was no turning back; Natalie had drank the Kool-Aid, and not even the threat of awkward encounters or a boring trip to HR was going to stop here from going after that sweet, throbbing company pen in Jonathan’s slacks.
It’s anyone’s guess if it was merely Natalie’s enthusiasm for lunch or was it just because she was a former hot-dog eating champion, but she wasted no time flipping around on the desk and horizontally aligning herself to better take his hot product out of it’s wrapper and into her mouth. As she hung there, upside down, between two pillars of the industry with a third pillar in her loading dock, she couldn’t help but compare this to that iconic kiss in Spiderman. Yeah, it was weird; and in this objective author’s opinion that’s a odd thing for her to think now, but what was even stranger was the fact that Jonathan was picturing the same thing in his mind.
“Did you get lost?” Natalie asked Jonathan between heavy breaths. “This is a business transaction, not a charitable contribution.”
“I’m still going to write off the damages as business expenses. And don’t worry about this—you should know I’m a team player around here.” He shot back as he ripped her stockings off and plunged his face into her grubby thicket.
“Good, she’s definitely looking forward to some quality face-time with the boss,” Natalie played back between lick after lick of Jonathan’s low-hanging fruits.
She always knew Jonathan knew the service industry, but it wasn’t until now that she realized he knew a thing or two about servicing. Truly, thinking outside of the box, Jonathan propped her legs up on the desk and dug his face due south into the scruffier and swampier regions of her rainforest. He raised his right hand, like a snorkeler requesting air, and brought it down repeatedly in a SWOT analysis of Natalie’s dumpy, fat asset until said asset was it was so far in the red that bankruptcy would be the only way out.
Natalie couldn’t move, her muscles were paralyzed with the pleasure coming from Porter’s Five or More Forces of tonguing swabbing he was unleashing on her. It wasn’t long now and Natalie knew it—her books were cooking in a hot, frothy stew.
Moments later, through a lot of moving parts and synergizing, Natalie belted out a wail, while Jonathan erupted everywhere, flowing like a perfect supply chain with no bottlenecks.
The office was in shambles; all varieties of company ink coated the desk and carpet.
Catching his breath while assessing the damage, Jonathon exclaimed, “Well, looks like the Children’s Hospital just spent their annual donation.”