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As I entered her, she was panting for air, groans turning to cries, my pace steadily increasing. Her knee slipped off the desk again, so that she was now lined up straight in front of me, making it really easy to just pound into her, my body slapping her rear at each collision.

She was shaking underneath me, yelling at the top of her voice, and safely sheathed inside her, my rock hard cock pulsed and then erupted, a powerful orgasm washing over me from the tight confines of her pussy through my cock and up over the the rest of my body, pushing the air out of my chest in a long, low groan.

It had to be one of the most powerful climaxes I had ever experienced. But as I halted, my cock still firmly lodged inside her as the feelings rippled through both of us, suddenly I was surprised by the sound of clapping.

Both Zoey and myself gasped as we looked round to find an attractive middle-aged blonde woman seated comfortably on the couch just inside the door of the office. She'd seen our climax, and God knew how much more.

"Bravo!" she declared, continuing her lonely slow applause.

It was none other than our chief executive officer.





Chapter Nineteen





There wasn't any point in grabbing for our clothes or attempting any kind of denial or excuses or anything like that. Ms Jenkinson had clearly been watching for some time, though we'd both been too wrapped up in ourselves to notice her slip into the room through a locked door.

"I came down here to congratulate you personally, Zoey," she was speaking very calmly and without the slightest hint of anger. "but I see I've been beaten to the punch."

I withdrew from the pretty brunette now, and both of us stood, Zoey folding her arms in front of her chest as though attempting to regain some kind of dignity, though doing nothing to hide the rest of her body from the head of the company. I quietly slipped off my condom, then had no other option but to hide it behind my back, remaining brutally exposed to the head of the company.

Almost ignoring my presence, Ms Jenkinson said to Zoey: "When I taught you how to apply the principles of strong female leadership to your department, while also coping with your personal problems, I never expected you to combine the two issues."

In a clearly ironic manner, our CEO made herself seem impressed at Zoey's strategy.

"It seems a most efficient approach," the blonde woman said.

"You'll have my resignation letter within the hour," Zoey said coolly.

I felt ice-cold horror flooding my system - strangely not at the prospect of losing my job, but more at the possibility that I'd lose Zoey as my head of department.

Ms Jenkinson stood, her whole bearing a vision of strength that I could fully understand being behind Zoey's new approach to leadership. Seeing her considering us, like some kind of employment judge, I felt a strange shudder of something not akin to arousal. Was I insane? I guess Zoey had really turned me on to strong women.

After what seemed like an age, the chief executive said: "I want to see both of you in my office - tomorrow morning, first thing."

"Of course, Ms Jenkinson," Zoey said. I piped up with a "yes, Ma'am", but the glance from our CEO, taking in my ridiculous nudity including the softening form of my cock, made me feel completely inconsequential.

"Good. Until then."

And just like that, she was gone.





*





We dressed in silence, though I could tell Zoey's brain was working on how to manage this situation in which we found ourselves. I was mentally clinging to our chief executive's negative reply to the offer of her resignation as I finally managed to find some tissues to wrap my used condom.

Finishing up before me, Zoey took a seat in her office chair and just watched me for a moment or two buttoning up my shirt.

She sighed. "I suppose it was always a risky strategy," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"It was my responsibility. I'll see if I can bargain with her - maybe you'll be able to keep your job."

"I'll find something else, I'm sure," I offered her a smile that attempted to be reassuring.

She did seem a little frightened, though she was doing her utmost to conceal it. That, more than anything, made me feel terrible. Her own actions had threatened her job and her career, and I could see it taking a heavy toll on her. I felt sorrow that I had a hand in her undoing, though a big part of me was wondering how I could possibly have done anything different.

Even if it got me the sack, everything that had happened between Zoey and myself was worth that kind of trouble, I was certain. If I was given the choice to go through it all again, I'd do it all without a change.

Now, my biggest fear was that this would be the end for Zoey Schoenberg and myself.

She said: "Drive me home, would you, Jones?"