Submitting to Her(19)

At about 11am, Zoey walked out of her door and without even a glance my way, headed away down towards the elevators, dressed smartly for a meeting somewhere.

I felt my heart suddenly flutter, with a sudden burst of anxiety that she would be gone the rest of the day, that my appointed time to brief her about RJS might not happen.

While I was still watching her walking off toward the elevators, subtly trying to make it look as though I wasn't, I noticed an email pop up on my screen.





Aiden,

I have a meeting in Annapolis. I'll be back this evening for your briefing.

Make it good, I really want to pump you for information on this one.

Zoey





I prepared the most in-depth report possible on our potential client. I couldn't quite re-write every line of their software platform, but I was getting close to it by the end of the afternoon as the rest of my team headed home, I knew so much about them.

I waited nervously as all around me picked up and left, as though I were waiting for an appraisal or exam. Print-outs of my briefing sat in front of me on clean paper warm from the printer. The clock ticked loudly towards six o'clock, six-thirty, seven. It was up on the wall maybe twenty yards away, but the office was so silent it sounded as though it was just above my desk.

Where was she?

The hum of a vacuum grew steadily, and then there was the cleaner, venturing inside Zoey's office, and I felt the gloom of disappointment choking my heart. It was really getting late - surely Zoey was a no-show.

It was nearly seven o'clock when my phone suddenly bleeped to announce the arrival of a text message.





> Meet me downstairs in the parking lot. Z





That was all it was, but those few words lit a fuse inside my chest, and I was suddenly up on my feet, scrambling to put my arms in the sleeves of my jacket and grab my briefing notes before bolting for the elevators. Zoey was here!

After a frustratingly slow descent in the elevator, I came out into the barren concrete environs of the parking lot, and for a moment wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, or for what I was supposed to be looking. The place was deserted - so much so that I could easily see over to my car, even though I'd parked it a fair way from the door. There was somebody standing by it - Zoey.

I raced over, but on the way tried to regain some kind of dignity. She wouldn't want to have anything to do with me if I made myself look like an idiot.

"Drive me home, Jones, will you?" she asked me.

"Of course, Ma'am."

"You can start briefing me on the way."





*





It wasn't far to her place over by Patterson Park, though the traffic made it slow.

Sitting in the back while I chauffeured her, she seemed to listen to me carefully enough, and did ask intelligent questions. I hadn't expected to have to go through it all from memory, without any of the notes I'd prepared, but after so many years of giving presentations, and the amount of time I'd immersed myself in the inner workings of RJS, that was no feat.

I adjusted my rearview mirror so I could glance at her now and then, to check on how she was taking my presentation. I did get the impression she was slightly distracted - but then seeing her back there through the mirror, I had to try not to be distracted myself.

After a while, I saw her notice me glancing at her through the mirror, and as I continued to go through my research, she flashed me a sexy smile, and I actually blushed.

"Don't stop, Jones," she said, having unfastened a few of her shirt buttons to show me some cleavage. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No Ma'am."

"So, then. You were saying about the integration with other platforms…"

Indeed I had been discussing the enthralling subject of current efforts at RJS to integrate its software with the existing operating platforms of major clients, one way to expand distribution and ease of adoption for their products. Yet it was pretty difficult to continue as I looked into the mirror to see my beautiful Zoey making herself look more like a sexy secretary from a porn flick than my well-dressed boss.

Her shirt opened sufficiently to show her lacy white bra, her skirt sliding gradually up to show the tops of her stockings, and then at last her white lacy panties.

Oh God.

I was a little worried that people in other vehicles, maybe even on the street, could see her - but she didn't seem to care. Caressing her legs, the sound of her hands sweeping over the nylon, I couldn't avoid looking.

Then she was stroking her pussy through her underwear, her fingers tracing out little circles over the luxurious lace, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes on the road, let alone my thoughts in my presentation.

"…since 2009 they've been targeting the healthcare sector with solutions that specifically cater to the management of patient records."