1. Unspoken


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    right in to me. She bounced off me and stumbled backwards. When she had regained her balance, she lifted her head and spat at me, “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, jerk!” I wasn’t impressed. “Sorry, for not watching where you were going,” I half snarled at her. She stared at me with her big, cold, blue eyes for a split second and walked away. We met again, in a business setting, at a meeting. Two divisions of the bank we worked for were going to be merged. The merge would allow for a smoother work flow and more control over the daily business process. In reality, it was a precursor to trim the fat, cut out the redundant positions. Some employees would inevitably be let go, all in the name of cutting costs, and keeping the shareholders happy. Such is the reality when you work for a big bank. She introduced herself to the room as Gloria Osterlund, the SVP of Retail Operations. I’m in IT, her being on the retail side, explained why I had never crossed paths with her at work, up until now. I chuckled to myself as I watched her put on glasses as she prepared the presentation. And thought, maybe that’s why she walked in to me; she wasn’t wearing her glasses on the subway platform. I stayed in the conference room after everyone had left, and silently watched as Gloria purposefully ignored me, as she gathered her binders and folders. “You wear glasses, Gloria. That explains our first meeting,” I said to her with a smile. We were going to be working together; it won’t do ...
    anyone any good, to feel uncomfortable. She looked up at me, took off her glasses and calmly replied, “You disgust me. I know your type. Stay the fuck away from me.” I smiled at her and waited a few seconds before I replied to her rudeness, in a calm, stern voice, “I know your type. I assure you, it will be my pleasure to stay the fuck away from you.” I left the conference room. “Prick!” she hissed under her breath. I stopped mid-step, turned my head and looked at her from over my shoulder. There was a scowl on her face, and a fire burning out of control in her eyes. I recognized the fire. I met her gaze and made sure she watched a crooked grin slowly form on my lips. How did she end up in my bed, you ask? The only possible way she could have. She made the decision to. But not before she scrutinized my performance, not before she made me audition for her. The first audition – The subway encounter. The second audition – The conference room. Was I aware that I was auditioning? Yes, I was. The third audition took place in her office. She had emailed me a meeting invite, to discuss the proposed IT infrastructure changes. When I entered her office, she was standing with her back to me, gazing out the window of her office. I closed the door behind me and remained silent. My eyes roamed over her body, not skipping over a single inch of her slender and curvy form. She felt my eyes on her. Heat began to build between her long, slim legs. She waited a few minutes before she turned around. ...
«1234...89»