Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive (2 page)

The woman didn’t
respond. She just swept into Oliver’s office, exclaiming her greeting. Kelsey
watched in surprise as the brunette leaned in to kiss her boss, leaving
lipstick on Oliver’s cheek as he turned his head, before the door swung closed.
Kelsey felt a strange sort of heat in her belly, wondering what their
relationship was. Just business, surely?

Kelsey went back
to her seat and busied herself at her computer, hiding behind it as she began
typing the memo from the crumpled note she’d spread out on her desk. They were
still working the bugs out of the new interoffice message system, and she hoped
the new ID the tech guy had given her worked this time. Last week, her messages
had gone floating somewhere into the ether, and the entire office hadn’t known
about the upcoming audit.

But Oliver didn’t
threaten to
spank
you for that mistake, did he?

Kelsey stared
blankly at what she’d typed, her face flushing with heat at the memory of her
boss’s words.
Spank.
Surely he hadn’t meant it literally.
Spank.
Maybe it was a metaphor?  Oliver wouldn’t actually spank her. That would be…
well, wrong. So why did the thought of it make her belly burn and her ass
clench?

Sexual
harassment had been covered in a whole class during her orientation, and she
was pretty sure something like that would qualify. Of course it would. If
casual touching and dirty jokes could be considered harassment, spanking would
cross every conceivable line in the handbook!

But would you
tell anyone?

What if Oliver
Pierce did decide to spank her? She closed her eyes, imagining being bent over
his big desk, his hands pulling up her skirt. Oh, no doubt, it would be
humiliating. It would be humbling. It would most certainly be twisted and
disturbing and downright perverted.

So why was she
getting wet just thinking about it?

She wondered if something
qualified sexual harassment if the harrassee didn’t mind?

Her best friend,
Jenna, who had at least landed a job in her field after they
graduated—nursing—had explained that all businesses did training about sexual
harassment now. And of course, with so many younger, good-looking people
working for the insurance giant that Oliver Pierce ran—including himself—the
whole sexual harassment thing had to be covered thoroughly with all of the
employees.

Kelsey stared at
her computer screen, lost in thought. She’d tried for months to find a job in
her field—journalism—after college, but it had been fruitless. Finally, in
desperation, she’d applied for this position. Executive secretary. She had no
experience as a secretary, but she was incredibly well-organized and could type
ninety words per minute. She’d padded her resume with as many skills as she
could muster, and to her surprise—to everyone’s surprise—Oliver had hired her.
She still couldn’t figure out why.

She ran spell-check—Oliver
was a stickler for errors—and then triple-checked the memo.

Please note the
change in our Lockheed meeting time. Due to the audit, we will be meeting in conference
room C at 2 pm tomorrow. As you know, the Lockheed account is up for re-bid,
and I don’t think anyone else can touch us on it, but I need the Lockheed
numbers from all of you at the meeting, everything up to date.

Regards,

Oliver Pierce

OP/kw

Kelsey hit “send”
as Oliver’s office door opened. She glanced up, seeing Helena Lockheed exiting,
the door closing quickly behind her, her long legs scissoring across the tile
floor to the elevator.

She wondered
what had happened behind closed doors—her imagination was working overtime—but
neither woman spoke. Kelsey was too terrified to say anything, and she assumed
Mrs. Lockheed found Oliver Pierce’s secretary too much of a peon to pay
attention to. The elevator opened and swallowed the woman’s svelte figure,
leaving Kelsey alone again, still waiting for the familiar “message sent”
window to appear. It was taking forever! She nibbled on her index-finger nail
as she watched the hourglass.

“What the—?”

A window popped
up: “
Message Sent to All Employees
,” followed by a blinking “
New
Message
” notification. So did it send or not? She wondered. Maybe the new
message was her message? Hoping that was the case, Kelsey clicked on the
latter, still frowning as she read:

Sexy. Those
stripes are sexy. They’re driving me to distraction. Men’s room. Five minutes.

Kelsey’s eyes
widened and her heart lurched in her chest. It wasn’t signed, and the User ID
was strange to her: DUX217

Who was DUX217
and who the hell did he think he was? Kelsey considered printing it out and
taking it to human resources to file a complaint. Certainly
this
would
count as sexual harassment? Maybe she’d take it to Mike, the tech guy, to find
out who the ID belonged to.

She read it
again.
He called me sexy.
What had Matt called her?
Doll.
Not
sexy. Still…
could it be?
The thought made her feel weak and a little
dizzy.

“Did you send
that memo?” Oliver’s deep voice startled her and Kelsey looked up to see him
standing at her desk. The message forgotten, she jumped up, and then remembered
what she was wearing almost instantly. His eyebrows rose again, looking at her
outfit, his expression dazed and a little confused, almost as if he’d convinced
himself it had been a hallucination before.

“Yes, sir,” she
assured him, the phone ringing. She reached for it, seeing his gaze moving over
her again. He was looking at her like he’d never seen her before.

“Good.” He
glanced at her hand, still on the ringing phone. “You might want to pick that
up.”

“Yes, sir.” She
did as she was told, watching him walk down the hall and turn the corner.

“Kelsey, the
copier is acting up again!” It was Matt.

“Is it the paper
tray?” Kelsey sighed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Somehow she had
become the office copier expert—how had that happened? Every time it stopped
working, for whatever reason, someone called Kelsey. She barreled around the
corner and stopped short, her mouth dropping. There was a line at the copier
that stretched to the filing cabinets. My god, was the whole damned office
making copies?

“Oh good, there
you are!!” Matt nudged his way to the front of the line. “Can you fix it?”

Kelsey opened
the paper tray and found the problem immediately. She pulled out the extra
paper that had been caught in the feeder, half printed and smeared with ink.
She shut the door with a bang, standing back up.

“There you go.”
Kelsey looked down at the paper in her hand as she hit the ‘clear’ button a few
times. It looked like a copy of the Lockheed numbers.
Guess my memo made it
out
, she thought. “Try it now.”

Matt hit the
green “copy” button and the machine roared to life. He gave her a wink. “Excellent!
Thanks!”

Turning to go
back to her desk, Kelsey hesitated, frowning. She crumpled the paper in her
hand, tossing it at the wastebasket. She missed, though, and dipped to retrieve
it. Matt was done, and the next person in line was Steve from personnel. Kelsey
saw a flash of the document as he laid it on the glass and she opened the
crumpled one in her hand. It was exactly the same. What was Steve from
personnel doing copying the Lockheed numbers? Matt, sure—he was in sales.

Kelsey’s eyes
skipped down the line of people waiting to use the copier. She saw Tina, who
worked with Steve in personnel. “Whatcha got there?”

“Lockheed
numbers.” She held up the exact same document that both Matt and Steve had
copied. “Oliver needs them.”

Kelsey opened
her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. What in the hell was going on? Feeling
a little dazed, she went back to her desk, noticing the blinking light on her
phone. Picking up the receiver, she punched in her code to retrieve messages.

“Hi, listen,
this is Mike from Tech. I was wondering if you’d tried out that new I.D.? How’s
it working for ya? Let me know. I’d appreciate it. Still working out the bugs
in this system! Thanks. Bye.”

Her new I.D.
Well, the memo had obviously been sent, so it was clearly working. Maybe too
well! She was sure she’d only sent it to the sales staff—she had a separate
list with just their names. So why had “
Message Sent to All Employees
”
come up? Had she really sent the memo out to
everyone?

Kelsey opened up
the message program, and a ‘new message’ window popped up again, distracting
her. It was her new stalker, DUX217:

“Seeing you
bending over at the copier in that skirt made me hard as a rock. Men’s room.
Now.”

Kelsey shivered,
glancing around, as if the sender of the message might be lurking. Whoever it
was had watched her at the copier. Then she remembered Matt’s smile, his wink.
Still, practically the whole office had been standing in line waiting there!

She clicked
“Reply” and her fingers flew over the keyboard. It was better safe than sorry,
right?

“I don’t know
who you are, or what you think you’re doing, but I’m sure that Human Resources
would consider this sexual harassment and I don’t want to have to take any
further action against you.”

Kelsey sent it
off before she could think about it. She sat waiting at the screen, watching
for a reply message, but none came.
He’s in the bathroom.
The thought
occurred to her and she chewed on her nail, thinking.

Now that the
message was sent, she decided that safe sucked, and she was, indeed, very
sorry.

Standing, Kelsey
walked slowly around the corner, heading away from the copier and filing
cabinets. She slipped into the little alcove where the men’s and women’s rooms
faced one another. Standing at the drinking fountain, she pushed the button and
let it run.
Is he in there?

Curious, she
cautiously pushed open the door a crack. She saw the urinals, but there was
thankfully no one standing at them. Edging the door open a little further, she saw
the sinks, further down the wall from the urinals and closer to her. No one
there either.

She was about to
let the door swing closed when she heard a soft moan. Her eyes wide, she froze,
her breath catching in her throat. She edged into the bathroom, staring at the
stalls. Someone was obviously in one of them, and she now had no doubt in her
mind as to what he was doing.

The voice was
just a whisper, a breath really. She had to strain to hear him.

“Oh god, Kelsey,
I’m so hard for you.”

Was Matt Roberts
masturbating and thinking about her? Kelsey felt something tighten in her belly
at the thought. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, striped
stockings and camouflage shirt. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes too bright.

“Ah god, those
fucking stripes,” he groaned, and she heard movement, a rhythmic sound. She
leaned against the sink for support, feeling weak and dizzy again. He was
jerking off, she just knew it. And he was thinking about
her!
Not Helena
Lockheed, or Susan from marketing with the huge… assets… but
her!

“I wanna shoot
my cum all over those hot little stripes of yours.”

Who was it?
Matt? The voice was a hoarse whisper, too distorted to tell for sure.

Kelsey watched
her face fill with red heat, and the tingle between her thighs grew to an itch.
She couldn’t tell if it was Matt, but she wondered. That rhythmic sound grew
faster, louder. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard

“God, Kelsey,
you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, and she bit her lip, glancing toward the
door before pulling her skirt up in front. The thought that someone could walk
in—she would get fired. They both would!

The insistent throb
between her legs demanded more when he moaned again, and she quickly shoved her
hand down under her skirt, into her striped tights, past her panties. The blonde
trimmed hair of her pussy parted easily for her probing fingers, and she rubbed
herself as she listened to him.

“Oh fuck yeah,”
he groaned and Kelsey slipped two fingers into her pussy, her eyes closing. Oh
god, the sound of him—his breath coming so fast, hand moving over his cock—the
shift and sway of him in the stall. “I’m gonna cum all over you, Kelsey!”

Her name in his
mouth! Her fingers moved faster, thumb working hard against her clit, rubbing
herself furiously.

“Gonna come,
gonna come!” he grunted, groaning, his voice a low growl. “Ohhh fuck, ohhh god,
yeah!”

Kelsey
shuddered, pressing her cheek against the mirror over the sink as she came too,
her fingers buried deep into her sopping wetness. Her breath clouded the
surface as her climax overtook her and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out.

Kelsey quickly
removed her hand, pulling down her skirt. In the stall, things were quieter
now, but she could still hear him panting.

“Hello?” she
called, daring, heart racing. “Did you… were you the one who… sent me the
message to meet you here?”