All The Way To The Top Ch. 01
Kerry broke one of her golden rules … never get dressed up for a night out, at work. If she hadn’t had
so much work on her desk, and if Mark hadn’t wanted to leave for the date so
early, and if … well, life was full of if’s and but’s. However if she hadn’t
broken her own rule, she might never have experienced something that would
change her life forever.
When choosing her outfit for the evening, Kerry
had gone for the ‘fuck-me’ look in a big way. She had wanted to tease Mark with
the promise of what was to come all evening long. To get him so excited that he
would be eating out of her hand. Gone was her usual work attire of business suit
and low shoes – on went a figure hugging, short dress. And not the usual ‘little
black number’ that many women chose, but a deep, rich, burgundy red. The colour
was a little risky with her hair colour and skin tone, but one that Kerry had
learned to carry well. Her long, light strawberry blonde hair was worn, not in
her normal French pleat, but loose. It hung in natural waves to just above her
waist allowing for a glimpse of creamy flesh as the backless dress swooped to
just above her buttocks.
As the dress exposed all her back, Kerry wore no
bra, allowing her full breasts to assume their natural shape. Kerry hoped that
she wouldn’t be doing too much walking as the material rubbing against her bare
nipples would soon make them erect. Kerry also left her panties off. The dress
was so sheer that even the smallest thong would be seen below it. She completed
her ensemble with a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals, leaving her legs bare.
Adding a touch of blusher to her cheekbones, a hint of lip-gloss to her full
lips, and the smallest dab of perfume to various pulse points, Kerry stood back
and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, thinking that
not many of her colleagues at Elliott Enterprises would recognise her dressed
like this. She didn’t allow many people to even glimpse her wanton
side.
Walking carefully out from the ladies to the lift lobby, Kerry
hoped and prayed that the lift would remain empty until she reached the
underground car park. It really wouldn’t do to let any of the managers see her
dressed this way. She thought it pretty safe – who would be mad enough to be
working at gone seven on a Friday evening! Eventually, the lift climbed to the
eleventh floor, the doors slid silently open and Kerry entered, pressing the
button to basement 2. The doors closed and the lift began to move. Glancing at
the light above the doors, Kerry gave a small gasp. The lift was climbing
upwards. Kerry muttered a string of expletives. The floor above hers housed the
canteen and rest areas, the senior managers … and the three partners.
Kerry tried to calm herself by thinking that it could be one of the
cleaners. They were supposed to use the service lifts, but occasionally used the
plush ones if the building was empty. The lift climbed past the 14th floor. That
meant that a partner had over-ridden the controls and had summoned the lift.
Just her damned luck. Very, very few of the staff had ever seen a partner – so
few that there was a standing joke that they didn’t really exist. All Kerry knew
about them was the fact that there were two men and a woman, and that they were
related. What one earth did one say to one’s ultimate boss when dressed like a
high-class prostitute. Suddenly Kerry wished that she had not worn this
particular dress, and above all – had not got changed at work.
The lift
stopped and Kerry tried hard to look small and inconspicuous by standing in the
corner furthest from the control panel. The doors began to open and Kerry held
her breath. Please let it be a cleaner, please … Her luck was out. Standing in
the doorway was the younger Mr. Elliott. Kerry found herself unable to move or
speak; she just stood there, clutching her bags, staring at the floor. The
silence seemed to last forever and finally Kerry could bare it no longer. She
raised her head and gave a weak smile. Mr. Elliott reached round the door to the
control panel and inserted a small key, locking the doors open. Finally, he
spoke, “Good evening Miss Turner. The senior partner wondered if you could spare
him a few moments of your time.” When Kerry made no effort to move or speak, he
added, “Kindly follow me.”
Kerry gathered her wits and asked timidly if
she might use the ladies and change back into more business like attire. Matthew
Elliott looked her up and down, almost undressing her with his eyes, and
smilingly said that she looked just fine to him and he was sure his father
wouldn’t mind either. Bowing to the inevitable, Kerry stepped passed the young
partner, thinking that if the worst came to the worst, she would begin looking
for a new job first thing Tuesday morning. As she followed Matthew through the
doors into the partners’ office suite, Kerry began to rehearse excuses in her
head - but soon gave that up, realising that it was a rather futile exercise
until she knew just why Mr. Elliott senior wanted to see her.
As he
walked her through he reception area, Matthew gestured to Kerry that she should
leave her bags on one of the leather armchairs. She would have liked to keep
hold of her small clutch bag, but didn’t like to argue the point. All too soon
Kerry found herself being shown into a plush room. Matthew pointed to a seat
this side of a large desk and then left, closing the door firmly behind him.
Kerry perched nervously on the edge of the chair, her eyes darting around the
room. It wasn’t a very large room considering that it was the office of the
senior partner, but the furnishings were top quality. The desk was highly
polished solid wood. Kerry thought it looked like oak, but grinned at herself,
as she was probably wrong. All she knew was that it was solid and expensive
looking. Mr. Elliott’s chair was a typical office chair in that it had castors
and swivelled – but there the similarity to her own chair a few floor below,
ended. This one was covered in soft leather that gleamed in the soft lighting of
the room. It was high-backed and looked beautifully comfortable. Even the
‘guest’ chair on which she perched was different. Although it was a hard chair,
a little like one found in many dining rooms, it was well padded and looked
antique.
Kerry stole a quick look at some of the pictures on the wall.
She guessed that they must be either photographs or paintings of the many
buildings owned by the Elliotts. They were one of the largest social landlords
in the country, housing over half a million families. She should know; she had
laboured in the rent section for almost a year now. Kerry began to get edgy.
Where was Mr. Elliott senior? Just as her mind began to wander, thinking of what
she could be doing right now, she heard a muffled oath and saw the partner’s
chair move. Curiously, Kerry got up and walked round the desk, the thick
carpeting masking all sounds of her movement. What she saw make Kerry smile.
There was the senior partner on his hands and knees with one arm deep in his
bottom drawer, trying to reach something.
He must have sensed her
standing there because his body suddenly stiffened and he turned his head. All
he could see were sandaled feet until he tilted his head and followed the legs
up to the dress and then finally to Kerry’s face. He immediately got to his feet
and held out his hand in greeting, apologising that he had not been ready to
greet her. Kerry grinned as she shook his hand and took the opportunity to get a
good look at him.
He must be in his late 50’s or early 60’s to have a son
older than she was, but he only looked about 40. He was tall and lean, with wide
shoulders and a muscle tone that spoke of hours working out. He must take good
care of himself, thought Kerry, and then laughed at herself as she realised he
had the money to do so. Kerry looked at his face and almost melted. His mouth
was wide, made for smiling; his teeth white and even; his full set of whiskers
neatly trimmed sitting well on his tanned face. However, what held Kerry’s
attention and made her heart skip a beat were his eyes. They were such a pale
shade of brown that they appeared almost amber, like those of a large predatory
cat.
Kerry’s mouth had gone very dry and she ran her tongue over her lips
as she let her hand drop from his. Mr. Elliott grinned like a schoolboy trying
to charm the birds from the trees as he waved a hand towards the open drawer. He
explained that an important disc had fallen down the back of the drawer and he
was trying to retrieve it before his daughter asked for it back. He would get a
ticking off for having it loose in his drawer if he told her. Did Kerry mind if
he continued to attempt to retrieve it as they spoke? Kerry automatically shook
her head. Even if she had minded, she was hardly likely to say so.
The
partner immediately dropped to his knees again and started fishing for the disk.
At the same time he began to question Kerry about her work, her line manager,
whether she was happy and if she had thought about other job opportunities.
Kerry answered each question carefully, wondering if this were some kind of
test. At the moment, her line manager was a right bastard, delighting in
criticising her at every turn, giving her the worst, most boring jobs, and
taking any credit that came along for work well done. She didn’t voice this, of
course, as it wouldn’t do to run down a manager, but some of her frustration
must have sounded in her voice because Mr. Elliott paused in his scrabbling and
got to his feet again.
“Hmmm, sounds as if you might be ready for a
change in position then. The partners have had their eye on you for a month or
so now – and this evening made up our minds. We need an administrative assistant
to run the office; the partners office, that is. Would you be interested in
something like that?”
Kerry’s head was reeling. Had their eye on her? She
was surprised they knew she even existed! And this was a chance to get away from
that prick of a manager. If she had known this was to be a job interview, she
would have at least prepared a few intelligent questions. She jumped in with
both feet, without thinking what the job might involve and just blurted out,
“When do I start?” Mr. Elliott threw back his head and roared with laughter.
Kerry grinned a little sheepishly and added, “Well, maybe I could think up a
question or two in a minute. Let me see if I can get that disc for you, and
perhaps you could tell me about working hours and salary and …”
With her
mind spinning at top speed, Kerry quite forgot the dress she was almost wearing
and dropped to her knees by the open drawer. Mr. Elliott stood back a little and
began telling her that her salary would be entirely dependant on hours worked,
and duties performed. She would start on a basic of £15,000 but could expect to
make at least double or triple this with bonuses. All the time he had been
speaking, Kerry had been trying to retrieve the disc. Each time she almost had
it, it dropped away again. As Kerry strained to reach still further into the
desk, her dress rode up, exposing her bare bottom. Kerry vaguely heard Mr.
Elliott sit in his chair as she asked what times she would be expected, and
listened with half an ear that for her basic salary, her hours would be nine
‘til five, but there would be times when she would need to work outside these
hours and she would be paid for these.
Kerry raised herself on her knees
to give her reach an extra inch or two and exposed even more of herself. As she
had been daydreaming for some hours of the potential fun she would have that
night, she was fairly aroused and Mr. Elliott was treated to a view of her
swollen lips peeking between her thighs. It would have taken a blind man, or a
saint, not to notice the slight sheen of moisture coating Kerry’s pussy; and Mr.
Elliott was neither. He reacted in the way any healthy man would, and was soon
sporting a raging hard-on. Before he could ease the bulge in his trousers, Kerry
gave a small cry of triumph and began to back out of the drawer, the disc held
firmly between her fingers.
As she moved she began to turn and ask what
duties she might be asked to perform. By the time she completed her question,
Kerry was facing the chair and came face to face with the bulge. She looked up
at Mr. Elliott and raised an eyebrow slightly. “They would be,” Mr. Elliott
began in a voice thickened by lust, “anything you would be prepared to do to
give satisfaction.”
Kerry thought fast. Was the partner suggesting what
she thought he was? There was only one way to find out – and Kerry knew she
could loose the job before it was even hers. She leaned forward slightly,
allowing Mr. Elliott the opportunity to see down the front of her dress, and
reached out a hand towards the bulge. “Allow me to ease that a little,” she said
as she unzipped his fly, “else those trousers will get all out of shape.” As she
began to unbutton his boxers she looked up at his face. He stared back at her,
licked his lips and gave a slight nod. As the final button was undone, his penis
was free to stand to attention. Kerry didn’t break eye contact as she began to
stroke his cock.
God, it felt huge. Quite thick and at least nine inches
long. How she would love to have this rammed into her, and felt her cunt begin
to get wet at the thought. Finally, tearing her eyes from his face, Kerry dipped
her head to take the tip of his cock into her mouth. As she closed her lips
around the shaft and ran her tongue over the tip, Mr. Elliott gave a sigh of
contentment. As Kerry worked her magic on him, Mr. Elliott began to explain that
her duties would never be the same two days running. Some days would be dull and
mundane, other she would be asked to accompany him on business meetings.
Occasionally, she might be asked to flirt a little with certain
clients.
The way he said the last sentence made Kerry pause in her
mouthing and she raised her head. “And sometimes I would need to be especially
nice and attentive?” she asked in a slightly husky voice. He nodded slowly,
raised his eyebrows and said, “I get the impression that it wouldn’t be a
problem for you.” Kerry grinned, took his hands and placed them firmly on her
breasts. “No. No problem. It’s quite a good way of staying in shape!”
As
if this was the signal he was waiting for, Mr. Elliott stood up, pulling Kerry
up with him. Holding her firmly around the waist, he lifted her easily off her
feet and took a step towards the desk. Kerry found herself being perched on the
edge of the desk with Mr. Elliott standing before her – his penis stiff and
glistening with precum. He ran a beautifully manicured hand up her thigh and she
automatically allowed her thighs to part. Boy, was she ready for this. The
thought of being fucked by a man old enough to be her father was turning her on
more than she cared to think about – but the fact was, she was now like a bitch
on heat, and just didn’t care. She wanted cock, any cock, and she wanted it
soon.
Mr. Elliott began to stroke her inner thigh and Kerry let a small
moan escape her throat. She leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs as
wide as she could. Both his hands were being used now, sweeping up and down her
thighs, but never quite touching where she longed to be touched. After what
seemed a lifetime, he began to caress her outer labia. Kerry quivered with
desire and then gave a deep sigh as a finger wound its way into her eager hole.
Mr. Elliott moved the finger in and out a few times and then let it rest. Kerry
began to wriggle, trying to get some movement going again. That bought a smile
to the older man’s face and he whispered, “Patience.”
As Kerry relaxed
once more, the fingers of his free hand finding her clit rewarded her. He knew
just how to play the button, constantly working at it until Kerry was clenching
and unclenching her internal muscles. Just as she was about to orgasm, he
stopped and began the finger fuck again. He slipped in a second finger and began
to move them in a series of patterns. First he would cross and uncross them;
then move them apart – making a scissoring movement; then place them together
and move them back and forth. This was by far the greatest finger fuck Kerry had
ever received.
Just as her dam was about to burst, he stopped and took
both hands away. He took hold of her ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders.
Dragging his chair over, he sat down and placed his head between her legs. His
tongue began a slow and careful exploration of her pussy. Before long, his hands
slid under her and began to knead her bum. Kerry lay fully back on the desk and
began to almost purr, so totally lost in her own world where nothing mattered
apart from the area between her legs and the waves of intense pleasure that were
washing through her body.
Mr. Elliott lifted her buttocks from the table
and pulled her towards his mouth. Kerry’s knees were now on his shoulders – her
entire bottom half suspended in mid air. His hands began to join in the fun
again, spreading her lips as wide as they would go allowing him even more access
to her clit. Kerry was very close to losing it now and her body began to buck.
Her breathing was ragged and animal like sounds were issuing from her gaping
mouth.
His fingers came back into play. Two fingers were thrust deep
inside her as his tongue began a quick flick, flick on her engorged clit. His
teeth joined in and gave the occasional soft nibble. Kerry thought she would go
mad if she didn’t orgasm soon. She could feel the blood pumping around her body
and thought her lungs would burst. As the tension mounted still more, Mr.
Elliott twisted his hand round so that it was now palm upwards, and his fingers
began to curl and uncurl – moving over her G spot and making Kerry buck even
more. A scream began to build as the stimulation gathered pace, and Kerry let go
as the first wave of orgasm began.
All her previous boyfriends had
stopped at this point and Kerry was used to being allowed to climax and then
come slowly back to reality. This time was different. It was as if her orgasm
had triggered a hidden switch in her potential employer, and the senior partner
increased the tempo. His mouth never left her, but he also bought his beard into
play, rubbing the coarse hair over her tender clit in between small nips and
flicks with his tongue. All the time his fingers played around and over her G
spot. A second orgasm followed quickly on the heels of the first and Kerry began
to thrash about.
Her body was now so far off the table that Kerry was
resting solely on her shoulders. As a third orgasm began to build, a string of
words began to spew from Kerry’s mouth, “Ohhfuckinghell; ohyesssss;
christbuggergoodgod; sweetjeeeezzz,” The old man didn’t let up until, after
taking her her clit between his teeth and sucking hard on the little nub, Kerry
really lost control. The third, and for now, final orgasm was too much for her
and as the wave crashed about her, she twisted her body and screamed a hissing
“Nooooooo”.
Mr. Elliott removed his head from her now dripping slit and
gently slid his fingers out. As he did so, he grazed Kerry’s inner thigh with
his nails and her body bucked again in aftershock. Firmly lowering her legs from
his shoulders, he swung her sideways until Kerry was laying on the desk, her
body still shaking with the tremors as she climbed off the cloud.
“Once
you think you have regained control of your body, I think we ought to go out to
the reception area.”
Kerry heard the words but her brain made no sense of
them. Slowly sitting, and then standing, Kerry looked over to where Mr. Elliott
sat with a slightly amused look on his face. “Reception area?” questioned Kerry
as she tried to smooth down her dress with shaking hands.
“Yes, Miss
Turner. The reception area. Although I am the senior partner, and I will get the
final say, the other partners will want to interview you.”
All The Way To The Top Ch. 01
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