From behind me, I heard her say: "Kneel on the floor."
I did as she told me, my pulse accelerating from the complete uncertainty I felt as I slumped down to my knees. I had no idea what she had in mind. Was she going to suddenly march the rest of our team in the room to see me in this embarrassing state?
"Hands on the floor," she barked.
I complied, down onto all fours.
She stood in front of me. I kept my head down since that was the easiest thing to do to keep my hands on the floor. From there I could see only her high-heeled black leather shoes and shapely calves clad in provocative black fishnet pantyhose. Had she been wearing fishnets all day? I hadn't noticed that. I really must have been blinded by my resentment.
So close to her, I could detect a hint of her perfume in the air, which was surprisingly sweet for someone attempting to come over as a forceful authority.
"Lick my shoe."
So, she was really going to put me in my place.
I leaned forward, craning my neck to reach the cool black leather of her nearest shoe. I took a deep breath, drawing in a stronger hint of her fragrance, and of course the musty aroma of leather itself. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go, and trailed a long lick from the toe of her shoe along to the heel, figuring I'd show her I could do this properly, whatever wacko demands she had.
"And the other one," she ordered me.
I complied.
It might have been humiliating, but it actually sent a shiver of exhilaration through my body, feeling so degrading, so filthy, that subtle yet sweet perfume of hers added into the mix to make me feel suddenly so alive.
Sure, it helped she was attractive, but it was a real surprise to me how this compliance seemed such a serious thrill.
Zoey made me lick both of her shoes again, which I took ludicrous time to complete to show her how willing I was. As I trailed my tongue around the hard leather, she said: "That's good. I think perhaps you can follow orders after all."
I was about to assure her I could do exactly that, when I remembered her earlier order not to talk unless answering a question.
Head still bowed respectfully, my lips pausing on the upper slope of her shoe, I heard a whispering of fabric as she reached under her skirt for a moment, and then I was startled as something dropped down onto me.
Her panties.
I looked up at her, a burning question in my eyes as she stepped out of the little black thong. She looked ravishing in her smart office wear made wicked by fishnets and high heels, but my eyes widened as she lifted up her skirt, revealing the lace tops of her thigh-high hold-ups and then a beautiful little shaven pussy, adorned by a tidy patch of soft dark-brown hair.
"Now lick me here," she said, edging her thighs apart.
I leaned forward and stretched up, in total disbelief at what was happening. Deep down, I still figured she was going to stop me any minute, laugh at me, then reveal where the camera was, or whatever the prank was. Yet now she was exposed, too, taking us outside the boundaries of a possible trick.
I brushed my cheek against her velvet inner thigh, the intense heat of her flesh shocking me, somehow confirming all this was real. Then my lips touched down delicately just to the side of her pussy.
She didn't stop me. As I kissed her, I found myself swamped by a stronger hit of her perfume, combined with the spicy scent of her arousal. She wasn't just teaching me a lesson, then, putting me in my place. She looked down at me, and I couldn't believe how stunning she looked from that angle. How had I not had an office crush on this girl over the past six months? Even with my bitter resentment.
"I said lick me here," she ordered, parting her legs a little now, pointing to her glistening folds.
It wasn't the easiest angle, but I nestled my face in between her thighs, and now started licking, caressing whatever I could reach with whatever force I could muster. I felt her hand take hold of the back of my head and firmly pull me into her.
I had to jostle for position a little, but ultimately found a way to get at her oh-so-pretty pussy, delving my tongue into her burning-hot folds before nuzzling her clit. I loved her flavor, as I loved her scent. Savory, slightly sharp, so very exotic.
She groaned, and I noticed she was now starting to gyrate her hips gently, taking back some control, using my face as her own personal sex toy. I felt her tremble a little, and almost lose her footing on those heels.
Then she pulled away, said: "Lie down. On the floor."
I turned and did as she wanted, lying flat out there on the rough corporate carpet. From somewhere out in the rest of the building, I could hear someone operating a vacuum cleaner, and half wondered what a cleaner might think if he or she accidentally stumbled onto this scene.
For a few moments, I just lay there like a turtle on its back, as she gazed down on me. I could still taste her on my lips - what a treat. Was she really trying to punish me? Or was this something else, the offer of a bribe to get me to bend to her will? For a taste of that exquisite pussy, I would walk on hot coals for her, my new boss. She didn't need to threaten me with the loss of my job. I hoped I could show her that.