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Behind the Mahogany Desk

By: I_Shadow



Leaning her head back, she sighed. The silence was almost deafening after the non stop activity and commotion that had made the office total chaos for the past few weeks, but she'd managed to survive. Mikhaila looked around the now dark office really seeing it for the first time since her promotion. The only light in the room was the small glow from a small antique brass desk lamp on the corner of the large mahogany desk she sat behind.

She'd been promoted to oversee the brand marketing department a month ago, exactly two days before the launch of one of the company's newest products for their top line. Life had become a whirlwind of meetings, planning and overseeing the progress and all within what seemed like minutes of being congratulated on the promotion.

Her office had been her home other than the few trips she'd made to her apartment to change clothes or a few hours of dream filled sleep when she could. Long hard hours had been spent there; she hadn't had a chance to even create some semblance of order out of the boxes of personal items along with the files and information she'd needed to accomplish this feat. Between meetings and conference calls she'd tried her best to get everything unpacked and organized. Thankfully her previous assistant and secretary Emily had been moved up with her, she'd proven to be a life saver, staying long hours to help get as much as possible in order.

The sound of cars traveling the wet roads below, alerted her to the steady rain that had begun to fall right after dark. Glancing at her watch she got up, heading to the private bathroom off her office, to check her makeup and hair, she had a conference call in less than ten minutes with the corporate office to share the first results of the campaigns success.

She brushed the few loose tendrils of hair back, satisfied with it before freshening the light rose lip gloss she wore. Grabbing the matching blue blazer hanging on the door knob she walked back to her desk.

Shrugging into the blazer she adjusted the tie of the silk blouse at her throat, stopping for a moment at the desk she made sure the computer was set up and ready to receive the call when it came through. Walking over to the small refrigerator hidden in one of the cabinets she grabbed a bottle of water just as the call came in.

Sitting down she adjusted the camera on her desk, watching as the multiple windows began loading on the large flat screen in front of her. Faces, mostly smiling when they came into view, some of the offices clearly celebrating, others worn and weary from the past few weeks work and drive.

"Nice to have everyone here," said the voice of Martin the head of the companies marketing and advertising section, "I must say for all of the work and dedication that's gone into this project on everyone's end I'm pleased to announce that the numbers we're showing from sales, this campaign's been a huge success".

Mikhaila laughed watching some of the people from various offices whoop it up; a few dropped their heads to their hands in relief. She sat listening, taking a few notes for the next fifteen or so minutes while each branch was broken down and their figures given, smiling proudly when she realized her office was one of the top producers.

Glancing around at her empty office she wondered if anyone thought it was strange that she was the only person present representing her team. Having worked for the company starting as an intern before graduating it had become very clear that this office was a male dominated environment. When she'd accepted the position the department was already in the red and in danger of being closed if changes weren't forth coming.

Being a woman placed in a position of authority was inconceivable to the lazy, pompous men who were doing nothing more than waiting for their retirement, feeling as if they'd already put in their time. She'd had to come out of the gate cracking a verb whip, demanding action as well as demonstrating that she was capable of working even harder right along side of them. As soon as the end of the day had come around everyone other than herself had left the office as if physically beaten down for the work that she had required of them. Emily had offered to stay but knowing she'd already sacrificed so much of her personal life to make Mikhaila's transfer possible she'd sent her home to her husband with a smile of thanks radiating from Emily.

Chit chatting back and forth for the next ten minutes she accepted congratulations and welcomes from the various branch offices into their mix and chaos. Just as she was beginning to feel relaxed she suddenly sat upright when asked to remain for a few minutes after the meeting dismissed. After saying her good byes as one by one the branches signed out of the meeting she waited for Martin to continue.

"Mikhaila, I wanted to let you know personally how pleased I am that you accepted the position to head that office, but also that many of us feel you're going to be a great asset in bringing that group back into the upper ranks, as this campaign's already shown," he said with a smile, "I also wanted to let you know that we normally don't throw new managers into the mix quite this fast but with the circumstances as they were when you took over I'm sure your aware we had little choice in the matter."

She leaned back slowly, "I have to admit Martin when all this first started I was wondering what I'd gotten myself into," she laughed, "But within a few days I started seeing some of the same people I knew when I first started as an intern coming back to life I guess you'd call it."

Martin shook his head understanding what she was saying, "The first and original plan was to send someone in to help make the transition in the office while the new head of the department took over, needless to say with the timing of corporate and this launch of the product line we didn't have that luxury," he explained, "I do need to tell you, and actually should've a few weeks ago, corporate is still sending someone in to help and make some suggestions," he said watching her expression carefully.

"I know this sounds ridiculous after everything that's happened and with the numbers your branch were able to put up, but this is just a technicality they insist on," he said shaking his head, "Caleb was suppose to have arrived at your office earlier this afternoon but with the weather his plane was delayed," he chuckled, "I've just got a message from my secretary that his plane landed about five minutes ago so he should be arriving at the office within about thirty minutes. I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask you to wait and meet with him for a few minutes before putting him in a cab and heading him off to his hotel?"

Martin leaned back in his chair with a smile, knowing she'd agree, "I also thought I should tell you, over the past six or eight months Caleb's been sitting in on the conference calls, you might've noticed the branch that never had video feed. He's also who suggested you for this position with everything he'd observed during that time," he told her.

Shaking her head she laughed, "I don't guess leaving him to a closed office in a city with pouring rain would be very hospitable of me then would it?" she grinned.

"Good thinking my dear," he said with a smile, "Now I'm going to go home and surprise my wife and remind her of what I look like before midnight. I'm sure I'll be talking to you over the next few days. Again congratulations and welcome to the group Mikhaila," he said, waving and logging off.

She turned the computer off and leaned back in her chair. Thirty more minutes, that'd give her time to unpack the last box of books and possibly decide which carry out menu she'd order from this time before heading home. Walking over, flipping on the small stereo sitting on the book shelve and tuning it to a soft jazz station before grabbing an unopened box and began unpacking it.

Caleb knew she was still in the office after asking the guard in the lobby when he signed in. Getting off the elevator he wondered if maybe the guard had missed her when she left since the office was completely dark other than the small security lights built in along the ceiling. He set his suitcase next to the receptionist area, tossing his wet jacket over the end of the counter before looking to see if anyone was there. Stopping in the hallway he listened, hearing a slight sound coming from down the hallway on the right, turning that way he saw the glow of light from one of the end offices.

Mikhaila had finished unpacking, putting the box in the storage closet before looking around the office pleased at the order she saw. Walking over to the small bar above the concealed refrigerator she pulled out a cold bottle of white wine, pouring herself a glass. Turning to the radio she changed the station to her favorite rock station feeling as if she deserved a small celebration. Walking to her desk, unbuttoning her jacket and sipping her wine, she glanced at the clock wondering if anything would be open by the time this guy from corporate left or if she was going to have a TV dinner again.

Caleb almost laughed while he leaned against the door frame watching her lost in her own world, her expression one of pride when she looked around the office. He'd always enjoyed observing people unaware since it gave him better insight into the person and not who they wanted people, particularly those with authority over them to see. He couldn't help but smile when he watched her kick her shoes off in front of the desk as she looked down with a frown at the scattered papers sitting on the corner of the desk.

She sighed hearing her stomach growl. This had been well worth the work and effort she thought walking to the large windows that looked out over the street below. The rain drops ran down the glass creating tiny prisms reflecting the lights of the city and those of the passing cars. The sound of tires driving over the wet streets blended in with the low deep beat of the music. Taking a drink of her wine she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the glass, she'd worked hard and it was now time for her to enjoy the reward of it.

He knew exactly what she was feeling when he saw her take a drink and the huge sigh that followed. He'd felt that same thing when he finished his first large assignment, it was an overwhelming feeling. She was a silhouette against the reflected lights of the city, her hair as always sweep up and held in a twist with decorated spikes that made him want to laugh and ask what Chinese restaurant she'd stolen them from since the first time he'd sat in on one of the conference calls and she was filling in for her always absent and neglectful department head. He was slightly shocked to see that she wasn't as dainty as he'd originally thought, but tall and slender, yet for some reason her height and stature pleased him.

She picked up her foot placing it absently on the window sill, reaching down to rub the back of her calf that was complaining after suddenly being allowed out of the high heels she'd all but lived in the past few weeks. She made a mental note to make the time the following morning to go out jogging, trying to blend her regular routine in with her new job. Feeling the muscle in her leg refusing to release, but tightening more she stepped away from the window, sitting on the arm of a chair in the sitting area.

Hearing something she almost screamed when she looked toward the door and saw him standing there. The shock made her forget about her leg but only for a split second before the muscle cramped tightly making her grit her teeth and groan loudly.

Stepping into the office he quickly walked over, "Here let me take that," he said reaching for the wine glass, "Try and put your foot on the floor," he told her, kneeling beside her, wrapping his hand around her calf. He could feel the muscle knotting tightly under his palm before picking her foot up, placing it on his knee.

"Try and relax your leg," he explained while flexing her foot upward, massaging the offended muscle in the calf of her leg, "Push against my hand if you can, it should relax in just a second."

Mikhaila wasn't sure if she wanted to cry from the pain in her leg or laugh at the situation. Here she was sitting on the arm of a chair with a man she hoped was the gentleman from the corporate office holding her bare foot and rubbing the back of her leg from knee to ankle. What a first impression this would be she thought with a strangled groan, seeing him look up having heard the sound she stated to laugh.

From the expression on her face and the gleam in her eyes he knew immediately what she was thinking; shaking his head he looked down at her foot resting in the palm of one hand while resting on his thigh, his other hand sliding up and down the calf of her shapely leg.

"Should I take this time to introduce myself?" he asked with a wink when he looked back up at her, "Or would it better if I remained a mystery man for a little while longer?" he chuckled when she closed her eyes trying to stifle a giggle. 

Leaning forward she ran her hand down the front of her leg, trying to slowly flex her foot, testing to see if the cramp was really gone or just pretending. Meeting his glance when she wiggled her foot in his hand and against his leg, she smiled, "Please just tell me you're not a masher and that if you are from corporate that this isn't going to make the next monthly news letter," she said quietly.

Sliding his hand down her leg to her ankle he lifted it from his leg, leaning back slightly to look at it, "But a leg like this would be front page news in that company rag," he said with a laugh, "A masher?" he asked looking up at her with a crooked grin, "I've been called many things but I admit that's never been one of them," he laughed setting her foot back on his leg.

Reaching out her hand to him she introduced herself grinning at the odd circumstances surrounding it all, "Mikhaila Clarkston, I take it you're Caleb?" she asked.

"At your service it would appear Ms. Clarkston, and yes I'm Caleb Andrews," he said taking her offered hand, "I must admit this started as what I thought would be a boring trip after sitting on the plane circling for hours before finally getting to land. Now I'd have to call it anything but boring," he said softly, his hand rubbing the back of her calf one last time gently.

She felt the heat rush to her cheeks from the warmth of his hand on her leg, turning toward the window for a second she gathered herself mentally, moving her foot from his leg and standing up. 

Seeing her reaction he smiled to himself before standing, leaning down he picked up her wine glass offering it to her.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, "Would you care for a drink, after being out in that mess I can imagine you'd enjoy one?" she said walking across the room to the small bar, glancing back at him for his response.

"Brandy please if you have it," he said wandering across the office toward her desk, "You're absolutely right, not only is it raining but that rain's cold. I was surprised when I walked out of the airport," he explained, grinning at the abandoned shoes under the front of her desk.

"Chicago's never been known for it's welcoming weather I don't think," she said pouring his brandy, "Just be glad it wasn't living up to it's name of the windy city all at the same time," she smiled turning back to him.

He laughed when he saw what she'd been staring at on the desk while he was standing at the door, menus, a group of different menus from local restaurant all specializing in delivery. "I see you've found the key component to surviving the weeks of a campaign," he said lifting them up going through them, "All this reminds me I haven't eaten since this morning and I'm assuming you haven't had dinner yet either?" he asked taking the brandy she offered.

Shaking her head she walked around him, trying to slip back into her shoes, "No I haven't had a chance but was trying to figure out what I'd have delivered when I got home," she explained.

Caleb chuckled, "No need to put those back on on my account," he smiled at her, "Would it be too much to ask if maybe we could order something and eat here while we discussed some things? I'd really love to see if Chinese food in Chicago is as good as I've always heard," he asked quietly.

Laughing and kicking her shoes under her desk before she reached for the menu's, finding the correct one and making a list of what they each wanted before called placing the order, and letting the guard know they'd be delivering to her office.

While she was busy ordering Caleb went back to the main lobby bringing his briefcase back to her office, just as she was turning the lights back on and turning the radio off. When she did he saw her transform from the beautiful young woman laughing at the window to a still stunning beauty but very business like woman.

Reaching for the light switch he flipped them off laughing at her expression when she turned to see what'd happened.

"This may sound odd but I was enjoying our less than business like meeting," he said with a smile, "If you don't mind I'd rather spend this time getting to know you as yourself, since I've seen your work and have followed your style the past months," he explained sitting his briefcase on the edge of her desk.

The phone rang, turning she smiled, "Dinner should be here any minute let me meet him at the elevator," she said grabbing her wallet from the desk drawer, heading out of the office in her stocking feet.

Mikhaila hesitated before walking back to her office. This was defiantly not what she'd expected when Martin had told her one of the corporate guys was coming to visit. She could still feel the warmth of his hand as he'd rubbed her calf and massaged the cramp from her leg. She'd envisioned a stiff double breasted suit wearing man with thick glasses and a pocket protector, not this tall devastatingly handsome hunk of male that had walked into her office.

Walking in she smiled seeing he'd refilled her wine glass and had poured one for himself, leaving the bottle sitting on the low coffee table in the sitting area in front of the windows. He'd lit the candle in the center of the table and was sitting on the arm of the chair waiting for her. Looking down she laughed seeing he'd also kicked his shoes off.

Caleb met her halfway across the office, taking the box from her, groaning when he smelled the food, "Oh I had no idea how famished I was until you walked in here," he said with an evil chuckle, winking before he turned to set it down on the table. Shrugging out of his blazer tossing it over the back of the chair he glanced at her, "Would you mind if we both got comfortable and relaxed?" he grinned looking at her now tightly buttoned blazer while he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt before rolling up his sleeves.

Shaking her head she laughed and unbuttoned the blazer, walking to the bathroom, stepping inside she hung it on the wooden hanger on the hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the table she laughed when he tossed one of the pillows from the small love seat on the floor beside the table, reaching for her hand he helped her sit down before moving to the other side of the table sitting on the floor and leaning back against the front of the chair.

She unpacked the small boxes peeking inside each as she set them down. Handing him a plate and plastic silverware she laughed when he raised his wine glass in a toast to her before he took a bite of the tempura shrimp closing his eyes enjoying the food.

They talked casually and constantly while they ate, each devouring the food in front of them, laughing when they'd reach for the same thing before dividing the remainder between them.

Mikhaila leaned back having eaten more then she had in weeks and feeling it. She untied the silk scarf around her throat and unbuttoned the top few buttons enjoying the warmth of the wine, the feel of being satisfyingly full and also enjoying the company. Sipping her wine she watched him finish off what was in front of him.


Behind the Mahogany Desk Ch. 02



"Miss Clarkston, I put your messages on your desk for you," the slim receptionist told her when she walked down the hall from the conference room.

"Thank you Stephanie," Mikhaila smiled at her, glancing at her watch. "Emily's going to be busy for about fifteen more minutes. Just send my calls back to my office until she's done if you would."

The receptionist nodded quickly, answering the ringing phone, Mikhaila walked down the hall toward her corner office.

She fought the urge to close the door behind her having the urge to curl up on one of the love seats in the office after having sat through another definitely uncomfortable weekly meeting with all employees of the marketing staff.

When she'd taken the position five months earlier she knew acceptance of many of the older gentleman wouldn't be something that would take place over night if ever, but she'd thought that by now they would've at least seen she was willing to work as hard if not harder than most of them to make things happen. But they weren't able to or were unwilling to look past her being a woman and also a beautiful woman.

Sitting in the large leather chair she ran her hands along the edge of the huge mahogany desk she'd used since moving into her new office. Caleb had been right when he said once she'd gotten accustomed to the job she'd begin to make the office reflect her and not that of what a stiff upper crust executive would have.

The typical brass desk lamp had been replaced with the twisted copper sculptured lamp her mother had sent her as a congratulations gift for her promotion, along with it was the lovingly crafted wooden file trays her father had made for her, replacing the standard issue office style. Shaking her head she wondered what her parents would think even with their liberal minds if they knew everything these items had witnessed on top of her desk since they'd arrived.

Picking up the phone she shook her head, clearing the image of her body stretched back, Caleb's mouth between her widely spread thighs while he'd sat in the same chair she was in at the moment. Their images flashing across the large flat screen hanging on the wall when he'd turn the video camera on she used for teleconferences. Looking at the now black screen she felt the dampness soaking into her panties just at the thought of watching some of the videos they'd made and had on disk locked in her desk drawer. Glancing at her watch she put the phone back down.

"Damn it, I wish I knew Alyssa's schedule so I could call her and tell her happy birthday," she frowned, feeling some what disconnected from her twin since she'd moved to Chicago and Alyssa to New York where she'd set up her art studio.

"This is Mikhaila," she said answering the interoffice call.

"Miss Clarkston they called and some packages are being brought up for you. Would you like me to bring them back when they arrive or have Emily pick them up when she's finished?" The receptionist asked sounding frustrated.

"Stephanie what's all that arguing?" she asked standing up, recognizing one of the voices as Brent Thompson, the main player in the group that still worked to undermine her authority in the office.

"Don't worry Stephanie I'll be there in a second," she said firmly hanging the phone up and walking out the door.

Pausing in the hall at the entrance to the lobby she leaned against the wall, watching and listening while the three men who'd been with the marketing department the longest stood talking loudly, as thought to demonstrate their dominance to the entire office.

"Brent, Kincaid would you care to join Baxter in my office for a few words?" she asked politely, stepping forward letting her presence be known. Her knotting she felt in her stomach not physically evident even though she felt like the navy business suit she was wearing was becoming constricting.

"Not particularly," Brent said shaking his head, turning as though to walk to his office. "These two can join you if they'd like but I've wasted enough time today listening to drivel. I have clients to call."

Stiffening her spine she ground her teeth together for a moment watching him starting to walk off.

"Well I think I need to rephrase it then," she paused smiling when he turned to look at her. "I want the three of you in my office within the next ten minutes or I'll make it a point of coming to find you and the result will be less to your liking than if you come of your own accord," she said firmly before turning on her heel walking back to her office.

"Stephanie please hold all of my calls and when Emily's free please ask her to address any of the issues she can until I let you both know," she said hanging up the phone as the three men walked into her office only moments behind her.

"Baxter if you'd close the door please, I think this meeting would be much better for all if it were held behind closed doors," she said stepping to the front of her desk leaning back, adjusting her suit jacket while waiting for the men to take a seat.

Brent the most vociferous of the group waited only seconds after the door closed before turning toward her, his disgust obvious in his expression. "What've we done wrong now, Miss Clarkston?" he said sarcastically mocking the way the young receptionist had addressed her, his eyes traveling over her body boldly, pausing at the slight cleavage she showed above the buttons of her jacket before his head ducked slightly as though his eyes were following her legs up under her skirt.

Dropping her head for a moment she took a deep breath, determined this was going to be a conversation and not a screaming match.

"First off Brent I don't want to say anyone's done anything 'wrong' so to speak but what I'd like to discuss with you is the lack of maturity and respect that each of you demonstrate to every woman that works for this firm," she said firmly locking eyes with the men seated in front of her.

"Personally I don't give a damn nor will I ever, of what your opinion is of me. But I'm fed up with the lack of respect you show to all other employees since the three of you obviously feel you've been here long enough to be immune to such things," she said, watching their reactions. "I've tolerated your comments and ignored them. I've over looked your behavior as long as it stayed within the bounds of being acceptable both legally and morally. But gentleman you've all been pushing the envelope until I'm now forced to make a stand and a decision unless you're willing to make some serious changes."

Kincaid leaned back in his chair, checking his nails as if he was doing nothing more than listening to a child telling a rambling story he wasn't the least interested in, before looking up at her again. "And what might I ask do you think you can do to any of us? Or maybe I should ask if you're wanting to share some of what your passing around to your corporate friend?" he asked with a chuckle smiling at his friends, thinking he was clever.

Pushing away from her desk she stepped around it, sitting down before looking back at them. "Baxter let me ask you, are you as confident as Kincaid that you're immune to anything I'd decide on this matter?" she asked watching the man become uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Mikhaila I really don't see why you women have to blow everything so out of proportion these days," Baxter said quickly shaking his head, his eyes dropping to run the length of stocking clad leg showing under her desk. "As soon as someone came up with the hair brained idea of sexual harassment or discrimination that seems to be the first thing one of you women screams when things don't go your way."

"Well I think that answers most of my questions, along with demonstrating your lack of intelligence. It also makes my decision much easier and I'm sure less painful for all of us," she said pulling her desk drawer open laying three folders on the desk.

Glancing at the clock she stood up, "It's now four o'clock and I'm sure that'll give each of you enough time to make arrangements to have your offices cleaned out by the end of the week," she said walking over, leaning down her arms pushing her breasts together increasing her cleavage, handing each of the now silent men a folder. "I see since none of you're sure of what I just said even though I was speaking perfectly clear English, let me break it down."

Leaning against her desk again she watched each of them open the folders viewing their termination papers. "I've been asked, and let me restate the word 'asked', how the transition was going between those of you, me and everyone else. Numerous times I've changed the subject not feeling that we needed to air our disagreements with those at corporate since I was hoping that we'd work this out and we'd all work together with acceptance and be successful at what we do.

Those papers or should I say the final decision was handed to me when reports were made to corporate telling of the discord and chaos in this office and they'd had enough of it. I'm sure each of you'll want to dispute them. I can tell you now that Martin is flying into Chicago late this evening and will be able to meet with you at some time during his three day stay if he feels the need," she said firmly, mentally preparing herself for the blow up she knew without a doubt was about to occur.

Brent stood up quickly; his face flushed a deep red glaring at her, waving the folder toward her. "What makes you seem to think that you can get away with this shit? I'll make sure that by the time I'm done your going to be standing in the unemployment line along with that damn wanna be corporate yahoo you're fucking under everyone's nose," he stormed around the office.

"You think you can flaunt your body and your recent conquest in front of all of us and not be burned by that same fire Mikhaila?" Kincaid said standing up slowly, glancing at her as if completely disinterested in anything she'd said or would say. "You've got it all wrong sweet heart," he smiled sarcastically, "like Brent said you and your fuck buddy will be the ones going down for this while the three of us are awarded by corporate for ferreting out the rats they're to blind to see, fucking right in front of their faces," he laughed mimicking Brent rude hand gestures when talking about she and Caleb.

"You know for as many times as I've read that company hand book and hell even sat down to add my own two cents to it. I don't think I've ever seen anything in it about us being able to tell our employees who they can or cannot fuck as you so eloquently phrased it Kincaid," Martin said stepping into Mikhaila's office closing the door firmly behind him. "And I'd hate to admit if something that was done in front of anyone's face they'd have to be blind not to see this stunning creature," he grinned at Mikhaila.

Mikhaila sighed seeing Martin walk in. Stepping around the desk she took his offered hand.

"As you can see I took a much earlier flight hoping I'd be in time for your meeting but things at the airport delayed me. But I'm here now and it seems like I made my appearance at a very opportune time," Martin said turning to look at the three silent men after tossing his heavy coat over the back of a vacant chair.

"Before we get down and dirty with this situation gentlemen, let me tell you this action's been one that's been sitting on hold hoping that you'd all grow up and begin acting your age. I can also assure you that it was thought of and the plans discussed long before Mikhaila took over this office," he snapped when Brent opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm sure Mikhaila mentioned my being in town and that each of you could dispute this with me while I'm here, but I've changed my mind and washed my hands of the issue completely. If any of you'd like to formally dispute it you're going to have to go through the proper channels with the head corporate office and human resources because I don't want to be bothered with dealing with people who've no place within our business," he said stepping over to open the door. "I can also tell you security's been alerted that they might be needed and are standing by. I suggest that each of you do what you can to make arrangement for your offices and the items you're not able to take with you in the allotted time today."

Leaning back against her desk, she took a deep breath and held it, wishing she'd open her eyes and find that this had all been a bad dream and she was still in bed.

Martin closed the door quietly, having stepped into the hallway watching the men as they went toward their former offices to begin their clean out. "I must say young lady I'd hoped for our first meeting to be much different than this but it seems like that isn't what fate has in mind for us," he laughed stepping over gripping her shoulder gently.

Mikhaila laughed and rolled her eyes, "You make it sound as though I'm chaos waiting to happen," she said motioning toward the sitting area. "I'm glad that you're here but I just wish that none of that'd had to happen," she said taking the over stuffed chair across from him, crossing her legs carefully hoping he didn't think she used her physical attributes to influence any of the men in the office. She was still shocked at her actions when leaning over earlier.

Shaking his head he sat glancing around the immaculate office, "I can tell you this Mikhaila, when you took over this position corporate was thinking seriously of closing this office down and grandfathering a few of the employees into other offices and breaking the work load down among each," he explained. "You were our last ditch effort to make this group once again a thriving successful part of the company, and I don't have to remind you all of it came about right before one of the largest campaigns we launched in the past few years," he laughed when she groaned shaking her head at his reminder.

"Never anything but excitement for such a special day is there?" he laughed when she blushed. "Stephanie told me that today was your birthday and that she was waiting for you to finish your meeting so she could bring some large packages that'd arrived for you, apparently from Caleb," he grinned.

Standing up she walked to her desk grabbing her phone, "Damn it I forgot to let Stephanie know Emily could come back," she said before telling the receptionist just that.

Emily walked in carrying the large package wrapped with a huge bow, laughing at the expression on Mikhaila's face. "I was told by a little bird that you were to read the card before even touching the boxes," she smiled flashing the small note she held.

Ripping open the envelope glancing at it before reading a portion of it out loud, "Tell Martin to head up to the apartment and dress in his best, a car will be sent to pick both of you up at seven. We're going to be having dinner with Phillip who's flying back with me from Paris. You're to kick off those insane heels you insist on wearing to make yourself as tall as the men you work with and grab a relaxing shower and put on the outfit in the boxes Emily's suppose to still be holding. I'll see both you and Martin when you arrive at the restaurant," she finished, folding the note quickly with a laugh, glancing down at the matching navy stiletto's she wore to compliment the crisply cut outfit.

"I also have a message from you from your sister," Emily smiled. "She said she's sorry she hadn't been able to catch up with you but that she's up to her eyes in work getting everything ready for the gallery opening with Alex but that she'd try and give you a call tomorrow night so the two of you could talk for hours."

"I take it you're very close with your sister?" Martin asked, closing his cell phone after making the call to have his suitcases taken to the corporate apartment upstairs.

Mikhaila laughed, "I guess you'd be able to say that. We're twins, I'm the oldest by a few minutes," she explained.

"It's a shame twins have to wait until the day after their birthday to talk," he chuckled, stepping back slowly looking down at her feet first than over her complete outfit. "I have to say those are some what painful looking shoes Caleb mentioned," he laughed, "But as always you're a picture of perfection for someone that puts in the time and the hours that you've done to get this place productive again," he complimented her.

"Now if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to go up and relax for a bit before a February night out in the windy city and possibly call my wife, then shower so I'll be ready when our car arrives for dinner," he said smiling at both women before walking out of the office.

Emily sat the large boxes on the love seat across the office and sat on the arm of it before looking back at Mikhaila. "I don't know how you've managed to pull it off but it looks like you're going to be putting us back on top of the list with the company," she smiled confidently. "First we have one of the head corporate honcho's moves his office to our building, then the big shot from corporate comes in and stands behind you. The icing on the cake is now we're going to have the boss from the most successful international office, I'm sure he'll be some swaggering over inflated self important feeling French man, here for a few days," she laughed when Mikhaila groaned, walking around her desk to flop down in her chair.

"Care to trade places for a week or so?" Mikhaila asked closing her eyes.

"Only if that means I get to sleep at the townhouse with Caleb and you get to sleep in my studio apartment with my cat,. Hell I'd even take just a little of the office action," Emily laughed when Mikhaila opened one eye shaking her head.

"Okay how about you can have the work part of my life cause I seriously hate the thought of having to shave your cat since I'm allergic to them," she laughed seeing Emily sigh and roll her eyes. She knew that Emily almost drooled when she saw Caleb, especially since she'd walked in a few times during their conference calls when he was explaining what he'd do to her when he returned and had seen one of the video's she was watching while they were talking. "Hey who knows maybe you and this international what ever you called him will hit it off and we'll have to fight over you because my life would be hell with out you around," she winked at Emily.

"Not a chance," Emily laughed, walking over to Mikhaila's desk. "I was here last time the rep from France came through the US and I can tell you it wasn't a pleasant experience," she rolled her eyes. "His itinerary was New York, Chicago and then Los Angeles. The girls in the New York office called to warn us when he was on his way, but since you know first hand what the male chauvinistic attitude has always been like here. Reynold would eye all the women in the office and then once he'd picked the one he wanted he'd start with his line, 'wouldn't you like to come and sit and let me explain what wonders we French have to offer in Paris? Come sit here on my lap and we shall discuss it'. And all in that heavy greasy type accent," she grinned when Mikhaila covered her face laughing. 

"Well, you're clear for the rest of the day, I can make these few calls and have the information you need faxed to us and you can look over it tomorrow," she said firmly. "You need to start getting yourself ready for your big night out," she grinned at her boss.

"What are your plans for the evening?" Mikhaila asked already wondering if she couldn't look at this as a business meeting and request her assistant be present.

Emily shook her head walking toward the door, "Nope isn't going to work," she grinned, "I'm grabbing a light dinner and a few drinks with friends and then heading home," she chuckled when Mikhaila looked at her pretending to be hurt. "Get ready and have a great time. Look at it this way maybe Caleb was able to unearth someone in the Paris office that isn't revolting and doesn't think the world revolves around him."




Behind the Mahogany Desk Ch. 02



Mikhaila laughed watching Emily put the hotel style 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of her door and locked it before walking out closing the door behind her. Opening the note she finished reading it.

'While you're showering and getting dressed, even at the restaurant I want you to know no matter how hot and sexy I know this gift is going to look on you. I want nothing more than to tear it off of you and move my mouth over every inch of your beautiful body and feel and taste you as you get wet and ready for me to bury my cook deep inside you.

Have a fun shower and I'll see you in a few hours Mikhaila, Caleb.'

"What've you got up your sleeve this time Caleb," she said quietly looking from the note to the boxes wondering what he'd picked out for her. "It's a damn good thing I keep enough here in the office I can shower and not head out looking like a wet rat," she laughed standing up heading into her private bathroom to take a long hot shower, shave her legs along with everything else she kept shaved and hopefully relax.

Looking in the mirror she giggled seeing the green studded black lacquered hair spikes Caleb had included in the slightly smaller box marked 'open first'. Twisting the majority of her hair into a loose twist she let one long thick curl escape down her back along with the thin curled lengths she could never contain along her neck line.

Opening the box she'd also found a smaller box containing a dangerous looking pair of black strappy heels with slightly stacked bottoms and delicate straps that would circle her ankles. Pulling the tissue paper from the box she gasped pulling the embroidered black satin jacket from its nest. The thigh length jacket had a classic vintage look that'd never go out of style she'd thought as she ran her hand down the smooth sleeve.

Finishing her make up and patting her hair one last time, leaving the belt untied on her robe she stepping out of the bathroom wondering what type of outfit it was and if she'd have any under garments to go with it after Caleb's note.

Laughing she sat on the love seat beside the largest box knowing Caleb would've thought of everything since he'd remembered the spikes for her hair. Lifting the lid to the box she laughed seeing a tiny black satin thong nestled on top of a matching black satin corset.

Stepping out the bathroom wearing only the thong and corset and stockings, she smiled noticing the corset pushed her full breasts up instead of containing them, her nipples brushing along the very edge of the smooth fabric made her bite her lip when they tingled. Brushing her hands over her nipples before smoothing her hands down along the skin hugging fabric to the gentle swell of her hips she smiled thinking of how Caleb would enjoy seeing standing in nothing but the stiletto's, stockings, thong and corset when they finished dinner. Pulling the sides of the thong up a bit she felt her body flush when the material slipped easily along the smoothly shaven folds of her pussy.

Glancing at the clock she gasped seeing it was almost eight, knowing Martin would be down any minute. Pulling the strappy black mini dress from the box she slipped it over her head just as Martin knocked.

"Are you ready Mikhaila? Or should I let the driver know you might need some more time?" he laughed through the closed door.

Smoothing the flowing fabric over her hips, she felt her stomach tightening imagining Caleb's reaction to seeing her in the dress. She shook her head realizing the hem of the dress fell right along the edge of the lace band of her stockings, "I've just got to put my shoes on Martin," she chuckled unlocking the door and opening it.

"Oh my, I have to say even if we're to be late you're most certainly worth the wait Mikhaila," he said stepping into the office watching her sit down behind her desk modestly and begin putting the dangerous looking shoes on.

"Are you going to be able to walk in those?" he asked when she finished and stood up.

She smiled and spun around before walking over to grab the jacket and the small black clutch she'd put her keys and identification in for the evening. "I know they look like I'm walking on stilts," she laughed, slipping the jacket on, "But I've got use to them and never even notice them anymore. Let's go meet our car," she said stepping out of the office calmly.

Caleb looked out the window while his companion Phillip finished his phone call as they rode to the restaurant after having stopped by the town house to shower and change for the evening.

"Caleb, are you certain your young lady is not going to mind having her special dinner interrupted by having Martin and I both in attendance?" Phillip asked chuckling putting his phone back into his pocket. "After all something that looked that delicious deserves your undivided attention."

"Phillip you're going to find that Mikhaila's as focused on her work and her success if not more than we are," he said looking at Phillip. "I'll remind you that Mikhaila's no idea you'd walked into my room the other evening and heard our discussion or that you've seen some of the material that was open on my laptop," he said with a smile.

"Of course not," Phillip said with an understanding nod. "Again I must apologize for that, but at the same time I must say that was most enlightening should I say about the woman herself," he said thinking back to the videos he'd seen of Caleb and Mikhaila in various sexual positions in her office.

"I still don't understand why you're taking all four of us to dinner when you should be visiting that exquisite creature at her office or spending the time at home exploring what you've not been touching or tasting this past week while in Paris," Phillip said shaking his head.

Caleb laughed as the car slowed as they approached the restaurant. "I can assure you Phillip, Mikhaila and I make our fun anywhere we're at. Just promise me not to be shocked at anything that might happen this evening," he grinned before moving to step out of the car as the door was opened.

"It looks as thought our timing was perfect even with the detour we had to take," Martin said as their car pulled in behind the one Caleb was getting out of in front of them.

Mikhaila felt a rush of warmth in her stomach when she saw Caleb after he'd been gone for the past two weeks visiting some of the international offices. Her eyes moved over the sharp black suit he wore as he stepped to the car, shaking hands with Martin before he reached in taking her hand to help her from the car.

"Happy birthday," he said softly before hugging her tightly, his lips brushing her throat, placing small bites along it before turning toward his other guest.

"Martin I'm glad you could join us at such late notice, but I thought this would be a great chance for you to meet Mikhaila and also Phillip while he's in the states," he said making the introductions.

Running his hand down her side her felt her body lean against his slightly. "I think we should go inside and be seated so we can begin enjoying our evening," he said ushering them toward the doors of the elegant restaurant he'd chosen.

Mikhaila leaned back into the thickly padded booth sipping her wine while the men discussed some of the strategy they thought would be effective for the coming summer campaigns both in the states and internationally.

Caleb saw her relaxing, looking around the restaurant while they talked. Slipping his hand along the side of her stocking clad thigh before moving his fingers further over to caress the bare flesh above her stocking along her inner thigh he smothered a laugh when she gasped startling everyone at the table.

"I'm terribly sorry," she said with a blush setting her glass back down, "I was so intent on looking around I almost dropped my wine," she lied glancing at Caleb who winked at her.

"I think I should apologize for all of us Mikhaila we've taken up what was to be your special evening with talking business," Martin said raising his glass to her in a quiet toast. "I admit you've had far more patience than my wife would've had," he laughed.

"No need for the apology Martin since I've been sitting here wondering how rude Phillip would think if I asked if I could pick his brain for some ideas that I could use in our office," she laughed when Phillip bowed his acceptance to her. She glanced at Caleb who was silently continuing his torture along her legs brushing the back of his hand over the satin of her thong with each passing stroke.

"Excuse me Gentleman and Madame, but you have a phone call at the front desk," the waiter told Martin, who glanced around before sliding from the booth.

"I left the name and number of the restaurant with my wife," he explained, "Our oldest daughter is due to make me a grandfather any day now and I asked her to let me know immediately if things changed," he said quickly, following the waiter toward the phone.

Caleb leaned toward her kissing her cheek and smiling, "Well, how's your birthday been Mikhaila?" He asked, feeling her body tighten against his when his fingers brushed directly over the damp satin covering her clit.

She laughed when he winked at her. "Well other than the fact that I had to let three senior employees go today, I haven't spoken to my sister who's been so busy she can't even spare a minute for her own twin. And finally the gentleman that I'm room mates with has been out of town or should I say the country for the past few weeks leaving me alone, it's been just fine," she laughed at his pained expression when her hand dropped to stroke firmly along the length of his swollen cock beneath the table, her nails raking silently through the fabric of his slacks making his cock jump at her touch.

"Ouch dealing with what had to have been a scene, letting someone let alone three people go on your birthday is a tragedy," Phillip said wondering what was taking place beneath the table cloth seeing the two of them locking eyes and wills. "I told you Caleb that you needed to take this woman out and pamper her not expose her to business talk," he laughed when Mikhaila nodded and poked Caleb in the ribs as he tried to push his fingers beneath the elastic band of her thong and deep into the slickness she knew he'd found.

"I hate to do this but I'm going to be heading to the airport from the restaurant, the office is going to have my things sent to me," Martin explained stepping to the table. "It looks like if I'm not there for the birth of my granddaughter my wife and daughter both are planning on running me out of town after they disown me," he laughed.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Phillip and I hope we have another chance to talk shop. Mikhaila I want you to demand that these two spend the rest of the evening catering to nothing or anyone but you," he said slapping Caleb on the shoulder with a laugh.

"It looks as thought the corporate apartment's vacant so there's no need in trying to find a hotel that can compete with those of Paris Phillip," Caleb laughed handing the waiter his credit card for the bill.

"This will give me a chance to look over any notes Emily left me while your getting Phillip settled," she said when Caleb wrapped his arm around her waist escorting her toward the waiting car.

"Oh you just think you're going to be doing some work," Caleb said softly making Phillip chuckle before flashing her a smile when she glanced at him wondering what the two men had been discussing while he was out of town.

Caleb walked into her office after having shown Phillip the apartment the company kept on the upper floor of the complex for visiting employees. Stopping beside her chair he took her hand, tossing the papers she was looking over to the desk before pulling her from the chair and against him.

"Phillip's busy unpacking so we have a few minutes alone before he comes down for a drink," he said dropping his mouth to the skin along her collar bones.

Mikhaila laughed pushing back against him, "What makes you think we have time for anything?" she asked feeling the length of his cock grinding against her thigh. "I've already been accused of using my status of 'fucking a wanna be corporate yahoo' today to have my job," she said with a sigh, stepping back when he let her go watching her closely.

"What did you just say?" he asked the anger in his voice obvious.

She shook her head, leaning against the side of the desk while he sat down in the leather chair. "I'd really not like get into it but just a quick summary would be this. When I was trying to smooth things over today and not have to let three men go who have more time in with this company combined than the years I've been alive, two of them commented on us 'fucking' right under the noses of corporate and they're to blind to see it," she explained, "The worst part of it was Martin had walked in and heard some of the comments and accusations."

"I must say you American's have such an up tight manner about how someone should or shouldn't be allowed to behave," Phillip said from the door way. "Please excuse my over hearing, but I couldn't help but comment. In France if you made the choice to say carry on a physical relationship or 'fuck' as the American's so bluntly call it. But if you'd decided to fuck Caleb who is your superior in the work place and then you decided to say open the invitation to someone else equally positioned in the company, as long as it did not interfere with your quality of work then it would be no one's business but of those people involved," he explained stepping into the office pushing the door almost closed behind him before leaning against the door frame, his expression of disgust obvious.

"Maybe we should consider transferring to the Paris office Mikhaila," Caleb laughed winking at her.

She shook her head, smiling at each of them, turning she walked to sit on the arm of one of the chairs. "Knowing you your next thought would be 'think of the opportunities it would open up for us' so don't even say it," she laughed seeing both men redden slightly.

"I could see the moment you stepped from the car tonight that Caleb had exquisite taste in more than just business," Philip said smiling at her as he walked over to her desk running his hand along the grain of the smooth mahogany. "It is obvious that you also have equal taste seeing the beautiful workmanship of this desk, and knowing the work you do while at it," he said his voice almost a purr as he caressed the wood.

Caleb didn't dare look at Phillip for fear Mikhaila would see his expression. Turning toward her after he'd stood up he shrugged his shoulders when she silently asked what Phillip could be talking about. Winking at her he leaned down, "It has to be an educated guess or he's being sincere," he whispered quickly brushing his knuckles over her nipple as it peaked over the edge of the corset and poked invitingly through the fabric of her dress.

She caught her breath feeling her breast push against his hand when it remained casually against her while he leaned over her. Looking up she met his eyes and instantly knew there was more to this than what she was being told simply by the sparkle in his eyes.

Pushing Caleb back she stood up, walking over to the desk smiling. "My father works with wood Phillip and my mother is an artist so I grew up with an appreciation of finely crafted things," she explained moving around the desk to sit in her chair, sliding forward under the desk as she spread her legs slightly allowing Caleb to see the shadow of the thong covering her pussy.

Laughing Caleb shook his head before loosening his tie and taking off his jacket, tossing it on the back of the chair, before unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt, clearly relaxing.

"Phillip would you care to join us for a drink and relax after a long day of travel and an evening of business discussions?" he asked walking to the small bar along the shelved wall.

Unbuttoning his jacket Phillip looked at her, "Do you mind?" he asked before continuing to remove the dark charcoal grey double breasted jacket, putting it over the chair with Caleb's.

Mikhaila watched the men while Caleb poured each of them a healthy draft of brandy. Caleb's form she knew like her own, lean yet heavily muscled in all the right places due to his hours working out and boxing to relieve tension from work. Phillip was of equal height of over six foot, but where Caleb was mass and muscle. Phillip was slender and trim like a swimmer. His shoulders were broad without the same bulk of Caleb's.

Caleb smiled seeing her appreciative examination of Phillip while he walked around browsing the books lining the walls.

"Finding an appreciation for French men?" he asked quietly, chuckling when she blushed meeting his eyes. "I know for certain the appreciation is returned ten fold so no embarrassment needed Mikhaila," he said brushing a kiss over her cheek before answering something Phillip asked as he'd stopped in front of the large windows.

"Phillip did Caleb show you any of the interesting projects we work on here in this office?" she asked smiling sweetly, ignoring Caleb's laugh when she'd put the emphasis on the word 'interesting'.

Phillip shook his head, stepping over to take a seat on the love seat, "I'm sure all the projects involved in bringing an office back into the mix of things has been interesting as you put it. But any one in particular he hadn't mentioned," he said taking a sip of his brandy.

Caleb walked over, taking her hand pulling her from her chair before sitting down in it himself. Looking up at her he ran his hand along her thigh and up over her hip bunching the skirt of the dress slightly.

"I must add perceptive to your long list of attributes," he chuckled meeting her eyes. "Phillip did inadvertently walk into my room the other night while you and I were discussing our video play during conference calls," he laughed seeing the blush cover her cheeks.

"I can assure you that I was not meaning to eavesdrop or invade anyone's privacy Mikhaila," Phillip said quickly, "It just happened and after hearing what little I did hear clearly I couldn't help but ask Caleb about the content of the discussion," he explained.

"Should I now wonder what all he told you or should I use the word show you instead?" she said glancing from Phillip to Caleb while they both grinned sheepishly.

Turning to Caleb when he blatantly ran his hand under her dress caressing the firm curve of her ass, "And do I now have to wonder what the two of you or mainly you have cooked up as an end result to this closed door meeting?" she asked uncertain of how she felt of what his answer might be.

Standing up Caleb wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her against him, her face buried along the side of his neck. Holding her he brushed the loose curls from her neck before brushing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

"I would never do anything or ask for anything that you weren't completely sure of or we hadn't discussed," he said gently feeling her lean into him more. "And yes he and I discussed numerous scenarios, but that was just being caught up in the conversation and situation," he explained.

"Mikhaila for everything Caleb and I discussed there's something that I'd like to share with you," Phillip said quietly. "I am not one to push myself on a young woman nor into a situation where everyone involved is not one hundred percent in agreement. I am much more a voyeur than a participant no matter how odd that might sound."

She took a deep breath relaxing against him, his hands working magic along her spine while she listened to and digested what Phillip had told her.

"So you like to watch as opposed to participating?" she asked, her voice muffled against Caleb's shoulder.

Phillip stood, walking across the room he hesitated setting his glass on the desk before quietly stepping behind her. "You're correct Mikhaila," he said resting his hands gently along her waist, "I find pleasure in experiencing by watching others, seeing their movements, listening to the sounds. I open my mind to imagining what it would feel like if I was doing it myself, yet I use my brain to recreate that sensation," he explained. "Do not be mistaken that I myself don't have the desire to move my hands over your body as Caleb is doing, for it to have been my hand that slipped under your dress to caress you. I simply chose to stand back and observe unless my presence is requested."




Behind the Mahogany Desk Ch. 02



"You're a beautiful woman Mikhaila and a wonderful person from what Caleb has told me I would never jeopardize your friendship if you were kind enough to offer it," he said stepping back after giving her waist a gentle squeeze to emphasize his words.

Moving his arms up her sides, one hand reaching up to pull the lacquered spikes from her hair letting it spill down her back in honeyed waves. Threading his hands into her hair, pulling her face to his, Caleb met her eyes, seeing the uncertainty in them almost took his breath away.

"If you think there's anything in this world that would make me jeopardize what we have together you're wrong," he said fiercely, his mouth dropping to hers, his lips capturing hers, his tongue pushing in to meet hers in a silent duel.

Mikhaila lost herself in the overwhelming domination of his kiss. His hands holding her savagely yet tenderly at the same time, such an amazing contrast it totally disarmed her. Lifting her left leg she wrapped her ankle around his calf trying to pull him closer if possible while he continued to plunder her mouth.

Phillip stepped back silently, taking a seat in one of the over stuffed chairs of the sitting area. He knew the moment the two people had forgotten anything or anyone existed but themselves.

Pulling his mouth from hers he looked at her, felt her pulse racing through her body, the twitching of her muscles as her passion built to a level of explosion simply from their kiss. Dropping his lips to her throat as he gently tugged her hair back, exposing the long slender lines to his mouth.

She growled softly when his teeth brushed along the extended tendons of her neck, closing her eyes she found herself not caring if they were standing in the middle of time square surrounded by millions of people. All she knew was she wanted this man who was taking such control of her that she'd soon forget her own name.

Turning her slightly, Caleb pushed her back against the edge of the desk. Feeling her hand touch the desk he smiled against the collar bone he was nibbling knowing she appreciated his move to the front of the desk so he was shielding her from Phillip's direct view. Leaning into her he moved her back further until she lifted herself to the desk.

Closing her eyes she sighed feeling nothing but Caleb's mouth moving along her throat, his teeth raking over the hallows surrounding her exposed shoulders. Moving her left foot along his calf, she chuckled as she moved it further up his leg, bending her knee until she'd reached his thigh, wrapping her leg around his pulling him toward her.

Hearing her chuckle and feeling the caressing foot moving along his thigh he dropped his hands to her hips with a low growl, gripping her hips pulling her sharply against him. Her skirt rising to expose the satin thong she wore as he ground the length of his swollen cock directly against her.

Mikhaila felt the urgency in his touch, knowing if she didn't take control of the situation quickly she'd be laying back, her legs spread wide as he plunged into her. She wasn't sure she was ready for something like that knowing Phillip was sitting behind them watching.

Pushing her hand against his chest she smiled when he looked up meeting her eyes. The smoldering passion making his eyes appear black in the shadows. Running her fingers along his jaw line before moving to caress his lips she winked when he nipped at the end of one long nail as it slid over his bottom lip.

Moving forward she slipped off the edge of the desk. Lifting her arms she wrapped them around his neck while his hands dropped to her sides, caressing with little care that he was bunching her dress up further with each movement. Pushing him back a step she laughed before stepping to the side turning him since her arms were still circling his neck and shoulders. Once his back was to the desk she stepped forward, pushing him back to the edge of the desk as he'd done to her.

Caleb chuckled seeing her devilish smile and hearing the musical laughter as she maneuvered him around to her previous position. Lifting himself he slid back on to the desk, his eyes moving over her when she stepped back slightly.

She moved to the end of the desk, taking the wooden file holder her father had made, moving it to one of the shelves behind her desk. Keeping her eyes averted from both of the men's she moved the blotter from her desk before using the mouse to wake the sleeping computer.

Knowing what she was doing now, Caleb moved the small items behind him off to the side near the copper lamp, tucking them securely along the heavy base while she started the video camera and also turned on deeply seductive jazz recording she had. Glancing toward Phillip who nodded slightly he turned back to her. Seeing her step toward the door, turning the over head lights of the office off, he turned the lamp on smiling when he saw the warm glow that surrounded only the desk, leaving the rest of the office in darkness.

Emily waved good bye as the last of their group grabbed a passing cab. Feeling as though she needed the exercise after the heavy meal she opted to walk the ten blocks to her apartment. Nodding to the door man as she approached the hotel across from the office she glanced up and saw the bright lights of Mikhaila's office glowing down to the street.

Shaking her head she stepped to the curb, waiting for traffic to clear before crossing the street and stepping into the lobby of the building. She had nothing pressing to do at home other than watch reruns on TV, so she thought she'd stop in and see if she could be assistance to Mikhaila since knowing she was having dinner with three corporate executives the evening had no doubt turned into business instead of pleasure.

Mikhaila didn't hesitate once she walked around the desk, stepping between Caleb's legs. Quickly she unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt, pushing it back from his shoulders, her mouth moving hungrily along the tattoo that covered the front of his shoulders and traveled to his back and down both arms.

She smiled when she heard his deep gasp when her teeth raked over the hardened nubs of his nipples. Mimicking how he teased hers when ever he had the chance. Circling the flat nipples with her tongue before tugging the hardened center into her mouth sharply, her hands moved down his sides, allowing the tips of her nails to rake lightly leaving slightly raised trails behind them.

Caleb felt her need to take over the situation, to make it something acceptable and safe to her. Leaning his head back he almost begged her to hurry with her exploration of his body before he exploded. 

Her mouth moved over his skin leaving nothing untouched while her hands slipped around and quickly undid the catch of his slacks, her fingers pushing under the waist band slightly teasing along the tender skin of his stomach, feeling his cock twitch as it reached up wanting to meet her fingers.

Stepping back she smiled softly, her eyes locked with his. Looking down she saw the trails her nails had left along his sides and the soft shiny reflection of the wetness left behind from her mouth in the warm light. Dropping her hands to her hips, she looked at him again moving her hands up slowly, lifting the hem of her dress ever so slightly exposing the lace topped stockings then the flesh of her thighs. Her movements in perfect time with the deep beat of the music playing.

Feeling the hem of the dress brushing over the exposed curves of her ass, she closed her eyes forcing herself to concentrate on the man sitting in front of her and the feel of the music, attempting to push the thought of Phillip from her mind. Smiling she realized knowing she had the attention of both caused a rush of power that made her body tingle without even being touched.

Moving his hands behind him, propping himself, he watched. He saw the slight tilt of her head when she'd hesitated for a second before her eyes met his sparkling in the dim light. He knew then she'd found the situation as exciting as he'd hoped she would.

The new sense of power reflected itself in the smile she gave him, before reaching down and in one movement pulling the thin black dress over her head, leaving her standing in the satin corset and matching thong along with the black stockings and stiletto heels.

Emily tossed her jacket over the receptionist counter, glancing down she almost groaned wondering if she should just turn around and leave or hope everyone would understand that she wasn't dressed for work but had been out for the evening herself. Straightening her shoulders she attempted to push the hem of the dark blue mini skirt down hopelessly and thought twice about grabbing her jacket to cover the backless shirt she was wearing. Grabbing a note book from the receptionist area and a pen she walked down the hall toward Mikhaila's office ready to be of assistance.

Standing in front of Caleb her dress dangling in one hand, Mikhaila smiled seeing his eyes moving rapidly down her body, taking in everything she had on display to offer. The firm breasts lifted by the corset spilling over the edge when she took a deep breath, her nipples peaking out over the fabric as if begging for his attention. Stepping to the side slightly she tossed her dress in a chair, turning back she left her legs spread wide, her stance firm as she met his eyes.

Phillip smiled when the beautiful curves of her firm ass came into view. The long slender legs encased in the black sheer stockings, her heels accenting the rounded curves of her ass exquisitely. Shifting in his chair silently he released some of the pressure on his growing cock by adjusting his trousers. Leaving his hand in his lap he brushed his hand lightly along its length knowing before this was over he would be fighting the desire to expose it and stroke himself freely.

Caleb smiled when she stepped forward, her hands dropping to his slacks boldly, pushing the zipper down, pulling the waist band open allowing his cock to spring forward without her touching him directly. His smile almost became a groan as he watched her hands move over her breasts, her fingers pausing to pinch each nipple sharply, making her catch her breath. He shifted his legs wider when she stepped forward, her stance forcing him to move before she suddenly lifted on foot and placed it on the very edge of the desk beside his leg.

She knew he loved to watch her touch herself, to see her hands moving over her body making her almost pant needing him. Taking that into consideration along with the entire situation she found herself much bolder than normal. Glancing toward the large screen monitor she watched her own hands move down her stomach until they rested at the top of the tiny thong she wore. She knew that even though her back was to Phillip all he had to do was look at the monitor to see exactly what Caleb was viewing first hand.

His tongue moved over his lips while his eyes followed the slow path of her fingers as they spread over the tiny satin front of the thongs. He could imagine the heat that was radiating from her and fought to keep his eyes on her hands and not drop lower knowing the fabric would be bunched between the folds of her pussy, the slick shaven lips exposed directly between her wide spread thighs.

Emily hesitated seeing that the large over head light was now off but the glow of Mikhaila's desk lamp was still on. Stepping forward she thought even if she was done working for the evening she'd make sure the executive types hadn't abandoned her on her birthday. Pushing the door silently, she stopped instantly seeing Mikhaila standing half naked in front of the desk where Caleb was leaned back wearing only his slacks it appeared.

Phillip caught the movement at the door while the two at the desk were too involved with what they were doing to notice. He watched the slender petite blonde smile seductively as she took in the situation. He almost chuckled seeing her eyes move to the large monitor as she continued watching silently. Taking a chance he cleared his throat slightly just as Mikhaila gasped, her hands having moved further down touching now bare flesh, her head having fallen back.

Emily jumped hearing the sound coming from the darkened shadows across the office. She fought the urge to turn and run when she saw the silhouette of a man sitting in a chair. Hesitating she glanced at Caleb and Mikhaila when the man motioned her over. Grasping her notebook to her chest she slipped into the deep shadows along the wall and tip toed toward the sitting area.

Caleb knew immediately that someone had pushed the door open, hearing Emily's slight gasp he recognized the spicy perfume that she wore, since he'd known she had secretly watched them a few times previously. Glancing toward Phillip he saw him motion of her to enter before he turned his attentions totally back to Mikhaila.

He saw Mikhaila tense suddenly. Her hands froze where they'd been gently caressing the exposed flesh of her pussy lips. Leaning forward he placed his hand over hers meeting her eyes with a smile and a slight nod toward Phillip.

Dropping her head she fought the deep blush and the instant instinct to flee the situation, but feeling Caleb's hand moving over hers, his fingers pushing between hers rubbing directly over her clit she gasped loudly looking up meeting his gaze. His smile of reassurance along with the probing of his fingers eased her panic slightly.

Stepping back she moved her foot from the desk, needing to cover herself while her mind digested everything taking place. Leaning forward her mouth met his, their tongues intertwining as he pulled her forward against him, his cock becoming pinned against the satin of her thong.

Phillip took Emily's hand as soon as she stopped beside him. Pulling her down toward him his mouth found her ear, "There's no need to disturb them I can assure you," he whispered breathing in the exotic spice that surrounded the petite woman beside him. "Caleb's aware and I'm certain Mikhaila also knows you're here and they've said nothing so if you'd like to join me you're of course welcome," he said softly brushing his lips against the curve of her ear before she stepped back breathlessly.

Hearing the subtle whisper of sound as Emily sat down Mikhaila sighed into Caleb's mouth. She'd known and even discussed their actions in the office after Emily had caught them. Catching Caleb's hands she stepped back pulling him from the desk with a giggle when his slacks threatened to fall completely before he leaned back against the edge.

Stepping back out of his arms she looked at him and winked before taking his hands and purposely pulling him toward her, knowing his slacks would fall exposing his cock for everyone to view clearly. Moving her hands to his hips she brushed the fabric further down encouraging it to fall since it had caught at the base of his cock and remained in place. Placing the toe of her shoe on the slacks she pushed him slightly to kick his shoes off and step out of them.

Caleb laughed knowing her plan of having him exposed fully, taking some of the pressure off of her. Leaning down he pulled the black socks off, tossing them to the pile of his slacks and shoes. Moving to the side he avoided her hand when she tried to wrap it along the throbbing length. Smiling he met her eyes briefly before kneeling in front of her.

She could tell by the wicked gleam in his eyes he would be paying her back multiple times for her actions, but feeling his hands moving up from her hips to cup her breasts she found she was looking forward to it.

Emily sat in the chair beside the man she assumed was the head of the Paris office while her boss and her corporate lover stood in various stages of undress before her. Shaking her head even as her eyes moved over the scene in front of her she wondered how long she was going to be able to witness something like this without embarrassing herself with her own needs.

Phillip reached over patting her hand as if he could read her mind. Squeezing her hand he watched as Caleb turned Mikhaila until she was facing the desk, him kneeling behind her caressing the gorgeous globes of her ass.

Leaning forward he placed small kisses over her bare ass, his hands moving up her back unzipping the matching corset, chuckling when she gasped feeling it fall to the desk in front of her. Glancing at the monitor he felt his cock throb even more as her breasts swayed freely from her semi bent position, her nipples rock hard almost brushing the wood of the desk. Slipping his hands down over her ass he spread her legs further, his tongue pushing it's way lower along the elastic of her thong.

Mikhaila groaned when his tongue brushed over the swollen exposed lips of her pussy, the lapping movements causing her to shift her ass slightly, needing to feel him pushing his tongue into her. When his hands moved to her hips catching the band of the thong, pulling it down roughly, she dropped her head to her hands on the desk. The feeling of being vulnerable and exposed was as overwhelming as the rush of wetness that met his stroking tongue when he slipped between the slick folds and over her clit.

Shifting in her seat, Emily glanced at Phillip whose eyes were locked on the vision of Caleb sliding his mouth over the pussy in front of him. She closed her eyes biting her lips to keep from sighing, having wondered for a long time what it would be like to be doing just what Caleb was doing to Mikhaila. Opening her eyes she noticed Phillip watching her, his smile telling her he was aware of her thoughts. Shrugging her shoulders and smiling she turned back to watch was taking place.

Taking advantage of her lying on the desk, Caleb put his hands between her thighs and lifted her slightly, opening her to his mouth. Stroking his tongue into steadily he knew his chin was rubbing roughly against her clit making her wiggling movements increase along with the wet flow seeping from her. Needing her to let go he pushed one finger into her moving his mouth to her clit tugging it sharply forcing her body to respond. The trembling of her thighs in his hands letting him know she was only seconds from exploding for the first time. Pushing a second finger into her, twisting as they plunged deeper her heard her deep moan and growled sucking her tender flesh into his mouth as the silky wetness rushed from her.

Leaning back he smiled while she fought to catch her breath, the trembling lessening. Reaching for his slacks he pulled something from the pocket and placed it among the items near the base of the lamp before pulling her up from the desk and turned her to face him.

Her mouth met his, the slickness from her pussy coating his lips and tongue as they moved over and into her own mouth. She'd tasted herself from both his mouth and his cock numerous times but something about this was twice as exciting. Her hand dropped to his cock, circling only the throbbing head as she laughed against his lips when he groaned.

Wrapping her hand around his cock, her fingers squeezing tightly, she turned him sideways, giving their audience a profile view of the thick hard shaft thrust from his groin. Moving to her knees, tucking her heels beneath her she brushed her lips over the head, her tongue dancing over the slick wetness that leaked from him. Tasting him as it coated her tongue and lips she smiled meeting his eyes before pushing forward quickly engulfing him to her throat in one movement.

Caleb growled loudly feeling the burning heat of her mouth surrounding him abruptly. His hand pushed into the deep blonde waves, pulling them up and into his hand before curling into a fist around the length, holding her firmly pinned in front of him for his pleasure. Shifting his hips forward he gasped feeling her teeth rake along the length before suck sharply when the head reached the back of her throat, the swallowing motion caressing the overly sensitive head of his cock almost painfully.




Behind the Mahogany Desk



Seeing her watching him he grinned, "I hope you paid for this with your company card, since this is a business dinner and you of course have the authority to make the company pay for it," he laughed, "Okay now I can say that I definitely know the Chinese food here is better than any of the other cities I've visited."

"I don't think I can remember the last time I've eaten this much," she chuckled, "Warm food at least. It seems like every time I've sat down to eat these past few weeks everything's been cold by the time I remembered it," she said raising her glass to meet his. "And yes this was a business dinner, my first time using the card, I'm glad it worked," she laughed.

They picked up the empty cartons, stacking them back in the empty box, while still sitting on the floor. Moving she groaned softly, turning she stretched her legs out under the table to his side.

"The cramp coming back?" he asked reaching down to run his hand over her calf again.

She nodded, biting her lip behind her glass feeling the warmth of his hand running along her leg, "Just a little. It's gotten tight and it's threatening to go to sleep," she wiggled her toes and ankles, feeling the slight pins and needles as they started waking up.

Caleb reached for his blazer, pulling a thin wooden tipped cigar from the pocket he looked at her, "Do you mind?" he asked, "A perfect ending to a wonderful meal," he said when she smiled, reaching for the ash tray beside the chair, placing it on the table between them.

She filled each of their glasses with the remainder of the wine, laughing when she realized they'd finished the bottle. She sipped her wine watching him beneath lowered eyes, he'd unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt opening the collar as he leaned his head back slightly, enjoying the thin sweet cigar. She noticed when he'd pushed his sleeves up, both forearms were tattooed, she wondered if it was just cuffs around the forearms or if it went further up his arms.

Seeing her gaze on his arms he pulled his sleeves back down meeting her eyes when he did, "I'm sorry I forgot not everyone's as accepting of some of the things I've chosen to do," he said quietly rolling the cuffs down to button them.

Reaching her hand across the table, almost touching his hand she meet his dark brown eyes, "I don't mind, please don't," she said softly, grinning "actually I was wondering if it's just a cuff around your forearm or if it went further up your arms," she said with a blush. She looked down at her wine glass when he set the cigar in the ashtray before folding back the cuffs of his shirt, pushing both sleeves up forcing them up tightly over his elbows before stretching his arms out for her to see.

Caleb watched her expression when she leaned forward, gently running her hands over his inked arms, "It goes up both arms and across my shoulders," he said quietly allowing her to turn his arms as she looked at the tattoos tracing them with her finger.

"Amazing," she said in a whispered tone, "The detail's phenomenal," she looked up, her fingers moving along the inside of his elbow, seeing he was watching her intently she felt her hands quiver slightly. "I don't understand how people couldn't help but be fascinated by something that's so artist and intricate," she smiled, sitting back, his hand sliding along her forearm like it had the calf of her leg.

Taking the cigar from the ashtray he leaned back again, "Not what you'd expect to find on a 'corporate' man as most people are fond of calling me," he said with a chuckle remembering that she'd called him that when she was asking if he was a masher or not, "I've never been one of the typical fit into a mold men as you can tell, but it's also not something I tend to advertise," he explained.

Mikhaila looked around her office fighting the urge to laugh when she saw everything in it seemed to conform to exactly what would be expected in the office of the head of marketing professional. Seeing her actions he looked around, having already memorized everything in her office while he was standing at the door watching her unknowingly.

"You've done nothing out of the ordinary," he said with a wicked laugh, "Give it some time for the position to be normal, an everyday thing for you and then without even knowing it you'll start making this yours and not a duplicate of 'Business man's décor office of the year'," he winked at her, "But I'm wondering if you'll ever be anything but absolutely perfectly put together during the conference calls," he laughed at the expression on her face.

"Yes I've noticed," he said with a evil grin, "Make up prefect, clothes looking as if they'd just been pressed even though we've all had been putting in long hard hours getting these campaigns off the ground and out to the public, then sitting around praying that we've done everything that we can to make it a success," he said standing up, walking around the table, offering her his hand so she could get up.

She'd stiffened slightly wondering if people from the different branch offices thought she was 'to perfect' as he seemed to? Taking her wine she walked toward the window looking out of the city, enjoying that it had slowed down slightly due not only to the hour but the weather.

Feeling him walk up, stopping beside her she continued looking out the window ignoring him as she began second guessing many of the choices she'd made. Her outer image of being so put together was her way of getting people to look at her work and not judge her by her looks, her age or her gender. For as non-discriminating as the work force was supposed to be she also knew how false that claim was. During her internships and part time jobs while going to college she knew she'd gotten some positions not on her credentials but on her looks and the ideas some of her employers had about her, only to find how wrong they'd been.

Turning quickly to ask him why he'd suggested her for the position if he apparently thought she was superficial, she didn't realize how close he was standing. Bumping into him she couldn't help but laugh at his gasp when her wine spilled down the front of his shirt.

"I'm sorry," she said between giggles, "I'd no idea you were so close," she explained watching him hold the soaked material from his skin. "I hope you can add your laundry to your expense account since this was a business meeting?" she asked him with a gleam in her eye.

Shaking his head he laughed, holding the now cold fabric from his chest, "I'm not sure but I do know it's a lucky thing that I have my suitcase out in the lobby so I can change into something not quite as cold or damp," he grinned unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let me go get it, while you get out of that shirt and we can rinse it in the bathroom so it doesn't stain," she said over her shoulder when she walked across the office and out the door.

Caleb watched her walk away. This was far from what he thought meeting her would be like. He'd been following her work and had been watching her progress since she'd started moving up in the company. He'd expected the perfectly maintained and mannered young woman he'd gotten use to seeing during the conference calls, little did he know he'd find such warmth burning so close to the surface. Taking his shirt off he walked into the bathroom to rinse the wine from it while waiting for her to bring his suitcase.

Stepping back into the office and not seeing him, she suddenly felt very alone in the closed office, out of instinct she closed the office door behind her as if securing herself inside what was her space. Setting the suitcase beside the desk she looked up just as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing only his slacks and socks, rubbing a towel over his chest where he'd rinsed the wine from his body. Her mouth went dry, her eyes moving over the well defined muscles of his chest and tattooed arms.

"Here's your suitcase," she said, dropping her eyes before walking to the windows.

Hearing the suitcase open she looked back, watching while he pulled another shirt out, the muscles of his back moving beneath the skin, rippling with each movement making the tattoo across his shoulder seem to come to life. His waist was narrow and trim making his shoulder seem broader. His hair just brushed his shoulders, longer than normal yet not what someone would call to long. Remembering the touch of his hand on her calf, then on her arm she wondered how his back would feel beneath her hands. She dropped her eyes turning quickly just as he turned toward her, shrugging into the clean shirt.

The interest in her eyes was unmistakable when he'd walked out of the bathroom, as he was getting the clean shirt he could feel her eyes moving over his back. Turning back and seeing her turn so quickly, he knew he hadn't imagined it. Rolling the sleeves up, not having buttoned the shirt yet he walked over to the table, picking up his wine glass and stepping over to the window beside her.

"Since your wine's gone, we can share mine," he said quietly as her eyes lifted to meet his, "That's only if we drink it and neither of us wears this glass," he said with a wink making her blush.

Seeing her embarrassment he laughed, "You know I've wanted to do something, and ask you something from the first time I saw you," he chuckled. Reaching up he pulled one of the spiraled sticks from her hair, loosening the twist of hair, "What Chinese restaurant did you steal these from?" he asked tugging the second one from her hair allowing it to spill over her shoulders and down her back in honey blonde waves.

Brushing her hand through her hair she couldn't help but laugh at him calling them chop sticks. Looking up at him the laugh silenced quickly seeing his expression as he looked at her, his eyes moving over her face and down the length of her hair where it had fallen to her waist.

"Amazing," he said in almost a whisper, "I would've never known how long it was or how many different colors of honey, gold and blonde there was if I'd never done that," he said, his hands brushing over the shiny waves lying over her shoulder.

"Even with these small curls escaping along the sides," he said wrapping his finger around the thin tendrils that always escaped and fell around her face, "Never could've guessed you hid all this from view. Always so perfect, so put together as if intentional, when it's nothing but you being you I see now." He smiled softly seeing her watching him while his hand ran gently over her hair.

Mikhaila felt her pulse beating faster along her throat just inches from his hand as it tugged gently at the curls of her hair, she wondered if he was able to see it or even feel it as close as his hand was. Feeling her body wanting to respond to the closeness of his she tried to change her train of thought to the figures she'd been running over in her head the past week as a distraction, but she was failing miserably when she felt her nipples hardening against the silk chemise she wore instead of a bra with the white silk blouse. Closing her eyes she fought to think of figures, meetings, and chaos in the office anything but the tall handsome man standing just inches from her, the 'corporate' man sent to make sure she was handling the office professionally and correctly, she reminded herself.

He didn't have to touch her throat where her pulse pounded to feel the change in her body. He could not only feel it he could see it and almost taste it in the air surrounding the two of them. Sensing it he felt his body harden again as it had done while he'd watched her from the door earlier.

Placing his glass in her hand, his fingers closing over hers, he lifted it taking a drink watching her as her eyes opened at the contact and watched their hands together raised the glass to his lips. Seeing her teeth catch her bottom lip while watching him he fought the urge to pull her against him and capture those lips beneath his. Lifting the glass again only this time to her lips his eyes met hers as she sipped the cool wine, knowing that seconds before his lips had been in the same place.

Moving his hand from the glass he reached for the silk ties at the collar of her shirt, sliding his hands down the material to the ends before slowly twisting his hands around it pulling her toward him, his eyes never leaving hers waiting for her response. Seeing her sigh, her eyes dropping to his mouth, he leaned down capturing those rose glossed lips beneath his own.

Kissing her gently gauging her reaction and her desire he raked his teeth over her lips before kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing along hers when she leaned into him deepening the kiss. Dropping his hands from the silk, one hand took the wine glass from her, the other slipping around her back pulling her sharply against his body.

Lifting her hand to his arm she felt the warmth through the fabric of his shirt. Turning her head slightly she almost groaned feeling his lips moving over hers harder, deepening the kiss even more as she felt him lean slightly setting the glass on the window sill before reaching up and pushing his hand deep into her hair, cradling the back of her head while he captured her mouth completely, demanding her response.

Caleb growled deep in his throat when he felt one hand touch his side before slipping beneath his shirt before resting at his waist. Lifting one foot to the window sill, he dropped his hand to the swell of her ass covered by the soft wool of her shirt, pulling her between his thighs, holding her hips tightly against his now hard cock. Feeling her lean into him he fought to not rip her clothes from her so he could do nothing more than just look at her until he'd gotten his fill. He doubted he wouldn't be able to look at her with out touching her, wanting to taste her before thrusting deep inside her body. 

Mikhaila was overwhelmed with all of the sensations assaulting her at once, the heat of his touch, the burning and nipping of his lips and flicking tongue that caressed her own. The hand pulling her tightly against him and the feeling of his hard cock nestled between them. Sighing against his mouth she tilted her head back further, leaning fully against him running her hand around his side to the muscles of his back, dropping the other hand from his arm to rake her nails lightly down his exposed chest to his waistband.

He felt the change in tides instantly, no longer did she hold back, but now she was possibly the aggressor. Pulling his head back he looked at her, lips swollen slightly from the kiss, a twinkle burning in her eyes as they reflected the fragmented light for the streets and city below.

"Are you sure?" he asked, almost holding his breath for her answer.

Smiling she looked at him wondering what his expression would be if she said no. Almost laughing at the thought she stepped back slightly, looking at him while running both hands up his chest to his shoulders under his shirt, dropping her eyes to follow the path her hands were taking she hoped he mistook the lost eye contact for shyness. Her thumbs stroked along his collar bones, her fingers teasing along the sides of his neck and shoulders. Wrapping her hands in the cotton fabric of his shirt, she looked back at him meeting his eyes before tightening her hold on the shirt, pulling sharply until his lips almost touched hers, flickers of laughter dancing in his eyes.

"And what pray tell Mr. Corporate man would make you think otherwise?" she asked leaning forward biting his lower lip gently, pushing his shirt from his shoulders and down his arms, stopping where his elbows bent.

Caleb almost laughed at her choice of words, moving his hands as far as he could, he slipped them along the buttons of her blouse before coming to rest along the ties of the open neckline.

"Well Mikhaila I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't be to upset over a few ripped buttons," he said pulling the fabric apart sharply, popping the buttons and pulling the shirt from the waist band of her skirt. Seeing the sparks of passion and amusement in her eyes he pushed the fabric off her shoulders and down her arms to her elbows as she'd done his, their arms now semi-trapped in the material, held by the other. Dropping his foot from the window sill he stepped forward pushing his knee between hers before slowly raising his leg again her leg draped over the top of his, the fabric of her skirt riding higher along her thighs exposing the lace tops of her stockings.

Looking over her boldly, he nodded in appreciation, "It would seem my dear you're a bundle of surprises once you take those chop sticks from your hair," he chuckled. His eyes dropped to the lace panel of the matching white chemise she wore under the blouse, "Not much to stand in my way I'd say," he said softly moving his arms forward pushing hers behind her back, capturing her throat under his lips and nipping teeth, "Not much at all," he said against the skin of her throat.

She ran her nails gently down his forearms before dropping her hands behind her allowing the ruined blouse to fall from her hands to her feet, then pushing his arms back dragging his shirt off of his hands, tossing it on the chair behind him. She almost groaned when his unrestrained hands slipped along the waist band of her skirt to the hook and zipper in the center of the back. 

Pushing the zipper to the bottom, he gathered the thin wool fabric in his hands bunching it up, his finger tips feeling slick satin panties covering the firm cheeks of her ass. Gritting his teeth he stepped back, moving his leg, allowing her leg to slide back to the floor. Moving his hands along the waistband to the sides of her skirt he watched as he let go and it caressed the curves of her hips and thighs before silently sliding down to puddle around her ankles.

His eyes touched her body, traveling up along the long length of stocking encased legs to the simple lace band that circled each thigh. She wore a pair of satin panties riding very low, just barely reaching the trim hip bones. Her belly button peeked out from beneath the white silk chemise with the sheer lace panel running along the bodice, down the very center to the tiny hem. Lifting one arm he twisted her arm gently encouraging her to turn, so he could view all that she offered.

She glanced over her shoulder at him while his eyes traveled up the length of leg to the tight curve of her ass exposed beneath the white satin covering her ass like a second skin, her hair brushing the thin waist band as it cascaded down her back in thick waves. Seeing the heat building in not only his eyes but feeling it as he visually touched and caressed her, she felt the wetness soaking the snug fitting satin. Silently she wished his hands were following the path of his eyes.

He turned her around until she faced him, his eyes moving over the firm breasts, the hard nipples straining against the sheer lace. His mouth almost watered when he dropped his head, nipping each nipple sharply making her gasp then groan when he sucked them into his mouth. Looking up he met her eyes, seeing the challenge in them, he grinned knowing this was going to be a learning experience for each of them, learning to take as well as give. 

Wrapping his arm around her he pulled her tightly against his body, trapping her mouth in a deep ravaging kiss, his tongue diving into her mouth capturing her very breath with the intensity, his teeth raking across her lips before leaning back, making her lean toward him to maintain the contact.

Lifting her he turned, her back toward the window, hearing her giggle when she felt the coolness of the glass near her skin as he lifted her, allowed her to gain her footing on the window sill before loosening his hold on her waist.

"It seems a shame to not share the jewel I've unwrapped with the world and those with enough insight to look up from time to time," he said with a chuckle pushing her back against the cold glass.




Behind the Mahogany Desk



Running his hands from her waist over her hips and along the outsides of her thighs, he slowly knelt in front of her, caressing each ankle as he nudged her legs further apart, each foot at the sides of the large window. Glancing up he watched her expression, her eyes closed feeling his hands traveling up along the inside of her legs to the top of each stocking before he slowly stood in front of her again.

Taking her hands he lifted her arms while he placed small kissed along the lace panel of the chemise, her hands coming to rest of the edges of the window frame as far above her head as she was able to reach.

Mikhaila bit her lip to keep from making a sound when she'd felt the sharp cold of the glass against her back and ass and his mouth burned the exposed flesh of her chest with his kisses, her body spread eagle in the window for the world to see if they chose to look. Feeling his hesitation she opened her eyes meeting his, knowing he wanted her to watch him, to not only feel but see what he intended to do to her. 

Caleb hooked his fingers under the edge of the sheer lace panel, watching her eyes closely as he tightened his hold twisting his wrists shredding the lace down the middle. Tracing his finger down the silken flesh of her stomach he hadn't pulled it aside yet, exposing the firm breast begging for his caress. Watching his fingers move further down her body, circling her belly button before slipping down to the very top edge of her satin panties, he felt her hips shift slightly as if to push the satin heat into the palm of his hand, her action made him chuckle.

Resting his palms on her hip bones for a second, he hesitated before moving them upward over her stomach, parting the shredded fabric covering her body. His fingers caressed her ribs as they moved closer to the swell of her breasts, looking up meeting her eyes as he gently stroked the firm swells. Seeing her eyes darkening at his touch he twisted his wrists brushing the fabric open exposing the hard nipples and firm breasts to his touch. Cupping each in his hands his thumb stroking in semi circles moving closer to the marble hard nipples he felt her leaning into his hands. Pushing her gently back against the chilled glass he chuckled at her low groan when his thumbs finally circled her nipples in tightening circles driving her crazy.

Feeling his fingers pinching each nipple she groaned, meeting his eyes she smiled. Dropping one hand from the window sill above her head to his shoulder, she laughed at his expression before she pulled him closer until she could feel his breath against her nipple. Moving her hand to the back of his neck she heard his growl just before his mouth surrounded the hardened peak.

Closing his lips around her nipple, his teeth raking over it, he lifted one hand taking hers from his neck, placing it above her head again holding it there as he tugged on her nipple sharply before moving to slowly torture the other nipple. Lifting his head he smiled at her watching her as he slid his right hand along her hour glass waist, then circling her firm breast before moving up to her shoulder, tracing the fine bones along the collar bone and up along her throat making her head fall back against the glass.

Mikhaila sighed, closing her eyes thinking about nothing but his touch, knowing his eyes followed the same path. She growled when she opened her eyes meeting his, his hand at the back of her neck pulling her lips down to meet his in a hungry kiss. She bite his lip tugging at it realizing he wasn't willing to release her hand so she could bury it in his hair keeping his mouth pinned to hers. Hearing his chuckle she gasped finding her head pulled back by her hair now wrapped around his wrist, pulling her mouth from his he bit along her exposed throat.

Caleb knew he'd explode if he didn't taste this creature standing spread eagle against the rain splattered glass soon. His cock begged to be released from the confines of his slacks, but he ignored it wanting to feast and please her before all else. Knowing how long it'd been since he had buried his cock into a hot willing body he knew he wouldn't be able to enjoy her as he wanted. Releasing her hand he smiled against her throat feeling her grip the window edge even when his hand moved away.

Dropping his hands to her waist he slid both behind her to her lower back, threading his fingers deep into her hair before moving them down to the satin covered ass pressed so temptingly against the glass. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other feeling her squirm beneath his hands, the muscles tightening across her ass when he slid his fingers down under each check, cupping them as he pulled them apart gently, knowing the satin fabric was tightening over her mound, slipping deeper into the delicate folds along her pussy.

She fought the urge to drop both hands and pull him against her tightly feeling his hands cupping her ass, teasing the tops of her thighs with her hair since her head was pulled back making it reach that low. She lifted her head when his hands slipped out of her hair, the back of his fingers stroking down the outsides of her thighs to her knees and then back up slowly. Leaning back against the glass she watched him, his eyes moving over her body from head to toe leaving a heated trail as they went.

Caleb slipped his fingers along the lower edge of her panties spreading his fingers out over her hips, his thumbs sliding over the satin front resting directly above her clit while his eyes meet hers. Feeling the side seam against his fingers, he watched her closely as he moved his hand to it, pulling the stitching apart the sound of the popping threads the only sound other than their breathing and the muffled sound of a passing car on the streets below.

Seeing her breasts rising faster as the fabric gave way and fell open along her left hip, the only thing keeping it in place was the right and her ass pressed to the glass. Glancing down he noticed someone standing in the shadows across the street, from the clothing he knew it was the doorman of the hotel across from them.

Pleased someone had taken the time to look up and see the beautiful woman spread eagle in the window, he chuckled softly. "What would you say if I told you someone's watching you right now?" he asked pulling her slightly forward, allowing the torn fabric to fall exposing the firm curve of her ass cheek. The reflection in the glass gave him a perfect view as his hand covered the tight flesh pulling her against him, his eyes still watching the man below as he felt her breasts pressing into his chest. Moving his hand, he pushed the fabric to the side allowing it to slowly fall along her right hip.

She fought the urge to move from the window the natural instinct of covering herself knowing someone was watching such a intimate moment in her life, but feeling his hands uncovering her she knew how much he relished the thought of someone watching yet knowing they couldn't touch. 

She groaned when his hand slipped under the curve of her ass, his fingers brushing dangerously closely to the swollen flesh between her thighs. It was torture to have his caress so close yet so far all at the same time. She wanted to move her hips pushing herself back against his fingers but knew by his smile he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Stepping back, he leaned her back against the glass, his eyes following his hand down along the bare hip to her thigh. Kneeling, his hands ran the length of both legs from her hips to her ankles before moving back up again, brushing over the front of her leg from time to time to tease along the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Hooking his fingers in the elastic of her panties he tugged the un-torn side slowly down over her hip ever so slowly, exposing the shaved perfection nestled between her legs before him. Pulling the panties to her knee he dropped them allowing them to fall around her ankle, his hands caressing the inside of her knees before moving up quickly spreading her legs gently before leaning in placing a gentle kiss on each hip bone and finally one right below her belly button.

Mikhaila almost screamed feeling his lips against her burning skin, wanting to shift her body so his lips were so softly kissing and caressing her clit, not just her hip bones. Looking down she meet his eyes as he spread his fingers around her inner thighs opening her, she groaned as he leaned forward only his lips kissed her thigh before nipping gently making her squeal softly. Her eyes closed feeling the butterfly touch of his index finger tracing the crease of her pussy lips, twisting slightly opening the swollen skin to allow the moisture to slide out along both her pussy lips and his finger tip.

Caleb fought hard to calm his pulse thinking of nothing more than driving his cock deep into her slick pussy and exploding filling her with all the cum churning in his balls and along his hard cock. Leaning back he looked up at her waiting until she opened her eyes to meet his. Watching her face closely he pushed his finger forward spreading the lips of her pussy, his finger tip feeling the burning heat before pushing deeper, seeing the silent moan on her lips as he embedded first one finger and then slowly added a second inside her tight wet pinkness. His other hand dropped to his slacks, opening them easing the ache in his confined cock, pushing them open he felt the wetness surround the swollen head while his fingers set a steady rhythm stroking deeper into her.

She licked her lips seeing his cock come into view, wanting to push him back and take him deep into her mouth teasing him as he'd been doing to her unmercifully, then straddling him and burying the entire swollen shaft deep inside her pussy. Shifting her weight she moved her left leg, placing it over the edge of his shoulder pulling his body closer to her, closing her eyes when she felt his breath on her clit.

Her hands gripped the window edge tightly feeling his tongue flick quickly over her swollen clit, his finger pushing deeper as his lips sucked her clit into is mouth his tongue dancing over it in a rapid pace.

He chuckled against her pussy when he'd felt her hand drop, holding him tighter against her grinding hips, thrusting his fingers faster and harder into her teeth and lips tugged her clit into his mouth tasting her sweetness on is tongue. Pulling his fingers slowly from her he spread the lips of her pussy, pushing his tongue into the tight wetness, lapping up the slick juices covering her lips. Sucking her clit into his mouth again, his thumb pushing into her while his hand cupped her ass, his fingers brushing over her tiny asshole as he pulled her tighter against his mouth. 

Her legs began to tremble feeling the orgasm building deep inside her, his thumb wiggled with each thrust into her, his fingers caressing her sensitive ass and his mouth tugging at her clit with his lips. She knew he sensed it building when his pace increased, sucking her clit harder and faster. Gasping she felt the explosion in her body, the rush of juices pouring from her open pussy into his waiting mouth and covering his thrusting hand. The muscles in her pussy clamping down on his thrusting thumb tightly holding him securely deep inside.

Caleb pulled his thumb from her pussy replacing it with his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her sucking all the wetness from her. His cock twitched violently wanting its own release as he tasted her and thought of driving deep inside her until his balls rested against the tiny bud of her ass. He slowed his motions as he felt her trembling subside, placing a gentle kiss on her now super sensitive clit making her jerk and giggle he leaned back looking at the expression on her face, one of satisfaction but also one of determination, he grinned.

She watched him stand up, his cock standing at attention from the opening of his slacks. The head so swollen it was a deep purple color, the slick wetness seeping down the shaft soaking into the fabric of his slacks. Taking his hand she stepped down from the window sill, laughing when he pushed her back so her bare ass was still against the glass. 

Looking over her shoulder to the street she remembered him saying someone was watching, there in the shadows was the doorman from the hotel, his hand rubbing the front of his pants while he watched them.

Turning back she smiled seeing he'd turned one of the chairs and was leaning on the back of it. Reaching for him she pushed the slacks from his hips allowing them to fall at his feet, grinning she pushed him back onto the chair. Running her hand along the inside of his thighs she spread his legs, his cock standing at attention in front of her, his tight balls resting on the edge of the chair back. Looking up to meet his eyes she smiled as she leaned back, her ass pressed fully against the window her legs spreading wide offering a open view of her pussy to the man below before leaning forward her hand reaching to caress his cock.

"I'd hate to be the one to spoil his view after all this time." She said her breath brushing his cock, her tongue darting out circling the swollen head suddenly.

"Oh it would be a shame to deny him," he agreed through clenched teeth feeling her mouth surrounding the head of his throbbing cock.

She giggled deep in her throat when she felt the violent twitching as his cock slid into her hot mouth, his hands gripping the chair back in a death grip when the vibrations from her mouth shot through his body. Placing her hands on his thighs, she opened her mouth and in one motion buried his cock to her throat, closing her hot wet mouth around him tightly hearing him groan as his cock threatened to spill the build up of cum into her instantly.

Pulling back she glanced at him, "It's been awhile since this cock's had any relief," she said with a smile stroking her hand along the slick shaft. "I can take care of this," she said at his confirming nod, "It'd be a shame to waste this cum anywhere but in my mouth," she said suddenly sucking it hard and deep back to her throat again, her hand setting pace as she stroked the long hard shaft. Her tongue danced over his length as she sucked him harder and faster trying to pull the cum out of him despite his groan of protest.

Caleb groaned loudly, his hands leaving the chair to bury them in her hair, holding her head as she sucked his cock with a vengeance he'd never known before. Seeing her shifting her ass against the cool window he knew she was rubbing her clit against the hard glass while she chewed and sucked his tortured cock harder. 

Moving one hand down her back he leaned forward slightly caressing her ass cheek, pushing his hand down the crack of her ass to tease the tiny bud of her asshole. Pushing his finger tighter against the tiny hole he felt her teeth clamp down gently on the base of his cock the swollen head throbbing at the very back of her throat. Pushing his finger deeper slightly he felt the muscles of her throat clenching around the swollen head pulling the cum along his cock. He groaned, his head falling back as he gave in to her, allowing the built up of cum to erupt into her swallowing throat.

Wiggling her ass back tightly against the probing finger she gasped feeling it push past the tight ring of muscle in her asshole. Swallowing the cum filling her mouth she felt the wetness seeping along her thighs at his touch, wanting the cock in her mouth pushing its way deep and hard into every opening of her body.

Looking over her back, down to the street he saw that the door man now had his cock in his hand stroking it quickly as he continued to watch them, "it seems we still have one cock that needs some relief, should we help him?" he asked with a chuckle when she pushed her ass back against his hand. Standing up he stepped beside her as she pulled the chair closer, propping against it bent over her exposed pussy and ass against the rain covered glass.

She groaned when she felt his hands running along the sides of her ass pulling her open even further, his fingers pushing along the swollen lips of her pussy before thrusting in deep and hard, shocking her at their invasion. Dropping her head to the chair back she closed her eyes giving herself over to his thrusting fingers and the teasing brush over her asshole at the same time.

"He's beating his cock hard and fast, watching me bury my fingers into this tight pussy of yours." he said softly, "I'm sure he can see the wetness you've got dripping down the glass making it a creamy slickness as the juices poured from your hole," he explained, his thumb brushing over her clit making her jump and push back even tighter against his hands.

"You know if he was here and not below on the street, we could fuck you completely," he said pushing his slick finger into the tiny asshole again, matching the thrusting pace of his fingers deep in her pussy as she ground her clit against his caressing thumb, "One hard cock could be buried to the hilt in the wet pinkness of your pussy while the other pushed its way into this tiny tight hole of your ass filling you to the limit with cock before pumping you full of two loads of cum." He said watching the doorman shoot his load of hot stick cum onto the rain covered sidewalk, and feeling her shutter, slamming herself back against his fingers feeling the muscles clenching tightly as her pussy exploded again.

She pushed her self up from the chair when his fingers slipped from her, "I must say I never knew the power of suggestion the corporate type had until now," she chuckled when he wrapped his arm around her tightly pulling her body against his kissing her deeply, his semi hard cock nestled between them

Caleb smiled against her lips nipping them with his teeth, "Oh you're just beginning to learn I'm sure these next few weeks will be interesting for each of us." He assured her.

Taking her hand he pulled her toward her desk. Reaching for the remote to her monitor and the large monitor mounted on the wall they used for large video conferences he turned both on. Clicking a few buttons on the keyboard she watched as he pulled up the video program they used. He took the camera from the desk, moving it to the shelves directly beside her desk. Glancing at her he grinned when she watched silently. Adjusting the focus he laughed as she gasped seeing the two of them come into view on both the desk monitor and the large video screen. Moving back to her desk he pushed the menus off on the floor and moved the few remaining items other than the monitor to the shelf.

Mikhaila almost laughed when he pulled her leather chair up to the desk and sat down. Grabbing her wrist he pulled her in front of his, her ass leaning against the edge of her desk. Looking down at him she felt almost like a naughty girl caught in some lewd act and she was about to get punished for it. There she stood naked except for the shredded fabric of the lace chemise and the thigh high stockings encasing her long legs, he sat naked, his cock now fully at attention in her executives chair.

He pushed her hips back until she had to lift her ass slightly to be seated on the edge of the desk while he grinned at her wickedly. Lifting her hips in his hands he moved her back away from the edge, her feet automatically coming to rest on the seat of the chair along his thighs. His hands moved over her stomach then up to circle each breast, tweaking the nipples sharply making her gasp at the contact before he reached to adjust the camera off to their side.

Her eyes moved to the large monitor seeing her body leaned back on the desk her legs spread wide while he touched her breasts and stroked her stomach moving ever lower toward her open and exposed pussy. She bit her lip when he zoomed in on them, her pussy and his stroking hand filling the screen. She shuttered feeling his fingers flick over her clit just as she saw the recording message flash along the bottom of the screen. Meeting his eyes she returned his wicked smile before he lowered his head placing a deeply intimate kiss on her pussy lips caressing them as he would've her mouth, his tongue thrusting in to taste her only without her tongue there to return the caress.