thought was a pretty good question, he looked at me like he couldn't believe that Mr. King had chosen me for this job. He obviously thought I got this job by sleeping my way to the top, but I knew that I was every bit as qualified for this job as Mr. King thought I was.
The next Monday I was as ready as I was going to be. I met Mr. Jenkins, who gave me a daily summary and told me to memorize the key points by the time we got up to Mr. King's office. I did my best, but I knew I would stumble over some of the key points. When we arrived, Mr. King shook Mr. Jenkins' hand, and gave me a quick smile. After that, we got straight down to business. I was surprised at how quickly he jumped into the fine details of the company, asking questions that I was supposed to track down the answers to, and nodding at the different explanations for why different departments were having different issues.
He read from one of the pieces of paper. “The third quarter revenues were …When did you start hunching?” He interrupted himself as he walked around the desk. I looked up from my notes confused, but realizing that I was indeed hunching over my pen and paper. I shrugged and sat up straight, but within two minutes he caught me hunched over again.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Claire.” I looked at him, startled at his language. He never spoke to me like that while we were undergrads. I guess time had changed him. He angrily opened a desk drawer and fumbled around in it, finally finding a roll of duct tape. My heart skips as I think of him taping me to this very chair and having his way with me, like our last night together. I felt a heat surge between my legs. The same thoughts must have gone through his head, because he stopped and held up the tape to explain.
“I can't have my liaison slouching. At all. At any time.” The words left him harshly, as if he were surprised he even had to explain this to her. “I learned this in my earliest days of growing my business, before I was even a millionaire. If you put a line of tape down your back, any time you hunch, the tape will pull on your skin and remind you to keep straight.”
“Sure, I'll give it a shot,” I said.
“Sure? Are we back to being buddies in English lit now? This isn't a request.”
I leaned forward, suddenly much less relaxed. “Yes, sir.” I took the tape and tore off a piece before realizing I had no way of putting it on myself. He reached over and took the tape, waiting for me to take off my coat. I hung it on the back of the chair, unsure how to proceed.
“Un-tuck your shirt, and I’ll slide it up your back.” He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world. I un-tucked my shirt, as he commanded, and turned my back to him. He pulled my shoulders back into the correct position and then starting sticking the tape up my back. I tried not to squirm as he maneuvered the tape under my bra and up my spine, but I could feel my skin tingling under his touch. His hand brushed my skin and I wanted it to just keep touching me. He patted the tape firmly onto my back. I could already feel it pulling on the small hairs, keeping me upright. I turned and grinned at him, tucking my shirt back into my skirt. He was so close to me I seriously considered kissing him, wondering if he still tasted the way I remembered. We locked eyes, and for a moment I thought he would this opportunity to kiss me instead. I began to lean in...
A loud beep interrupted us as the secretary outside paged him to let him know his next appointment had arrived. We stood there, shocked out of our moment, the sexual tension still tangible between us. I don't think I imagined any of it, I was sure he wanted me right then. It was like we had stepped back in time to our last night together. He pulled back and scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“If you are interested, be there at 9pm. You will still have a job either way, so only come if you want to
The next Monday I was as ready as I was going to be. I met Mr. Jenkins, who gave me a daily summary and told me to memorize the key points by the time we got up to Mr. King's office. I did my best, but I knew I would stumble over some of the key points. When we arrived, Mr. King shook Mr. Jenkins' hand, and gave me a quick smile. After that, we got straight down to business. I was surprised at how quickly he jumped into the fine details of the company, asking questions that I was supposed to track down the answers to, and nodding at the different explanations for why different departments were having different issues.
He read from one of the pieces of paper. “The third quarter revenues were …When did you start hunching?” He interrupted himself as he walked around the desk. I looked up from my notes confused, but realizing that I was indeed hunching over my pen and paper. I shrugged and sat up straight, but within two minutes he caught me hunched over again.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Claire.” I looked at him, startled at his language. He never spoke to me like that while we were undergrads. I guess time had changed him. He angrily opened a desk drawer and fumbled around in it, finally finding a roll of duct tape. My heart skips as I think of him taping me to this very chair and having his way with me, like our last night together. I felt a heat surge between my legs. The same thoughts must have gone through his head, because he stopped and held up the tape to explain.
“I can't have my liaison slouching. At all. At any time.” The words left him harshly, as if he were surprised he even had to explain this to her. “I learned this in my earliest days of growing my business, before I was even a millionaire. If you put a line of tape down your back, any time you hunch, the tape will pull on your skin and remind you to keep straight.”
“Sure, I'll give it a shot,” I said.
“Sure? Are we back to being buddies in English lit now? This isn't a request.”
I leaned forward, suddenly much less relaxed. “Yes, sir.” I took the tape and tore off a piece before realizing I had no way of putting it on myself. He reached over and took the tape, waiting for me to take off my coat. I hung it on the back of the chair, unsure how to proceed.
“Un-tuck your shirt, and I’ll slide it up your back.” He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world. I un-tucked my shirt, as he commanded, and turned my back to him. He pulled my shoulders back into the correct position and then starting sticking the tape up my back. I tried not to squirm as he maneuvered the tape under my bra and up my spine, but I could feel my skin tingling under his touch. His hand brushed my skin and I wanted it to just keep touching me. He patted the tape firmly onto my back. I could already feel it pulling on the small hairs, keeping me upright. I turned and grinned at him, tucking my shirt back into my skirt. He was so close to me I seriously considered kissing him, wondering if he still tasted the way I remembered. We locked eyes, and for a moment I thought he would this opportunity to kiss me instead. I began to lean in...
A loud beep interrupted us as the secretary outside paged him to let him know his next appointment had arrived. We stood there, shocked out of our moment, the sexual tension still tangible between us. I don't think I imagined any of it, I was sure he wanted me right then. It was like we had stepped back in time to our last night together. He pulled back and scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“If you are interested, be there at 9pm. You will still have a job either way, so only come if you want to
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