“Please.” He said and opened the door for me.
Chelsea had been checking her reflection in a little compact mirror when I walked out, she quickly slid it in her pocket, in the hope that it had gone unnoticed. Stupid tart! I unplugged my laptop and asked her to follow me, as I opened the door to his office she went to enter before me, I let go of the door and it nearly knocked her off her feet.
“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad, I need another set of arms.” She glared at me, Bryce witnessed my ‘not so accidental slip’ and smirked. I’ll see that smirk, and raise you another smirk, Mr Clark.
“Chelsea, thanks for meeting with me this afternoon.” He held out a chair for her at the conference table, she sat and he pushed her in, he then held a chair out for me, I sat and turned on the lap top opening a word document ready to take notes. Taking a seat next to me, he casually dropped his hand so that it rested on my leg under the table, I froze and glanced at him through the corner of my eye. Thank goodness for the lap top and jug of water blocking Chelsea’s view.
“Here is the draft agreement for this year. There are a number of guests attending the Tel V’s that are very High Profile, in particular 4life, they will need to be transferred by the Bell Jet Ranger, that’s been stated in section 5, their itinerary is also mentioned and as you can imagine, will need to be followed quite strictly. He started to move his hand up my thigh, I could only imagine the expression on my face, looking like one of those Pantomimes with the white painted face, who always looks shocked. Chelsea was going on about Cyclic Stick Controls, and Rotors and Blah Blah Blah. Bryce maintained the conversation not to mention his composure, however I was completely lost, what was I supposed to be typing? It dawned on me that Bryce only wanted me here for one reason and it wasn’t to take notes, I had to type something, surely it would be obvious if I just sat here. I clicked on font size 48 and changed the colour to red, this will get his attention and hopefully disguise my lack of Helicopter note taking, I began to type.
STOP IT
He licked his lips and babbled on about Squash Plates and Collectives, his hand squeezed my thigh and moved slightly closer to the spot he was aiming for.
BRYCE EDWARD CLARK, YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY, STOP IT NOW!
“Excuse me Chelsea. Alexis, you need to write it like this.” He leant over and started typing, this gave him the ability to do two things, one, get his finger underneath my underwear and two, type a cheeky response. He began to massage my clitoris, Oh Fuck. I looked at the screen.
YOU WANT IT, I CAN FEEL IT!
Oh I wanted it alright.
“Oh, really Mr Clark? I thought it was like this?” I typed again.
YES I WANT YOU NOW!
His eyes practically bulged out of his head; he began to pack up the papers
“Chelsea we can finish……” Fuck he’s going to get rid of her.
“Sorry, sorry to interrupt but Mrs Clark, is it like this?” Chelsea snorted as if to say I was hopeless.
ONLY KIDDING, NOW STOP IT
I shut my legs on his hand and he put his free hand through his hair. Uh huh the tell-tale sign I was getting to him.
“No Alexis, definitely not. It has to be like this.” His tone, had an edge of annoyance.
FUCK YOU DRIVE ME WILD
I laughed, he tried ever so slightly to pry my legs apart but years on the Wide Leg Press at gym ended his attempts.
“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr Clark, you’re right.” I continued typing so it looked like I was correcting my so called error. Chelsea rolled her eyes at Bryce, he just smiled at her. The joke is on you Bitch!
YOUR TURN NOW MR CLARK!
I lowered my hand and removed his, he fought it at first but surrendered when I dug my new Gels into his Dorsal, he retreated quickly and rubbed his hands together. I placed my hand on his leg, my arm was shorter than his so couldn’t stretch any further without looking strange. Crap, damn you little arms. Think Alexis, think! I smiled, leant forward and poured myself a drink of water. I strategically placed the glass close to the edge of the table, he sat up straight. Shit he’s on to me, here goes. Very inconspicuously, I knocked the glass into his lap.
“Oh No, Mr Clark, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz.” I grabbed the napkin next to the water jug and began patting his groin, very firmly and slowly. Ah, there we go. Fuck that feels very nice.
“I’m so sorry My Clark.” I looked up at him and batted my eyelids, he grabbed my hand and took the napkin, Hey, I grabbed another napkin and continued my patting of his very wet and full package.
“Thank you Alexis, I can take it from here.” I handed him the second napkin and produced one monster of a ‘smirk’, Chelsea’s mouth was agape.