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Promotion

Working an office job is not for the faint of heart. It's usually associated with long hours, overtime, office politics, repetitive tasks, and a cutthroat manager that micromanages any task. For my colleagues, the things I've listed are what they put up with from day to day. I would say I completely relate to every single thing, but my boss is the sweetest, kindest, sexiest woman alive.

Since I started this job about a year ago, she's been so kind. My coworkers have made snarky remarks that she and I were having relations. People avoided talking to me and would rather talk about me. Most of my coworkers are balding men in their forties, like stop acting like teenage girls and go worry about your mortgage or go write your will.

Even though I despise the rumors; I can't help but wish they were true...

I admire her so much; she has been a successful businesswoman for many years, she is actually the CEO of our company, but acts as a manager for our specific branch. Yes, she's like a decade older than me, but she's only 35 so she's not that old. She has dark curly hair. Her hair frames her face perfectly. On the off chance that she wears her hair down, I immediately know I won't finish any work that day. Ms. Weston has deep, dark eyes, I get lost in them when we have meetings. The color of her hair and eyes is akin to that of a shot of espresso. Her skin is the color of a deep and rich caramel. She has big, beautiful breasts, unfortunately they're always covered by a white button up shirt. She is just the embodiment of beauty.

Today was a slow Friday; I hate Fridays. After Friday is the weekend and I don't work weekends, so I don't get to see Ms. Weston. I was finishing up with my data analysis, when all of a sudden I heard a voice over the intercom. "Ms. Montague, will you please come collect something from office reception." the voice requested. I logged out of my computer, switched everything off and made my way to the office. When I arrived, the secretary greeted me and handed me a drink. "This is from Ms. Weston. She's waiting for you in her office." the secretary said.

I looked down at the drink in my hand. It was a caramel frappe from Starbucks; that's my favorite. It had my name written on it with a heart next to it. I made my way to Ms. Weston's office, anxious as to why she needed to see me so urgently.

I peeked through her door so I could prepare myself. She had a surprisingly calm demeanor. I felt it was safe enough to enter. "Good morning, Ms. Weston." I mumbled nervously. Gesturing to the chair in front of her, she said. "You can call me Rachel. No need for formalities. Sit down, Clara." I sat down and she looked me up and down. "So Clara, my dear, we have a lot to discuss. Firstly, I see that the secretary gave you your drink per my instructions. Do you like it?" She inquired. "Yes, it's my favorite actually Ms. We-I mean Rachel." I stammered. "Good, good. Next I have to give you some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?" She asked. "What's the bad news..." I muttered, I was scared she was about to inform me about my termination from this position. "Well Clara...I'm no longer going to be the manager of this branch of the company, I'm moving over to a different location..." She said softly.

My world stopped. What am I going to do without her, who is going to be the person who makes me feel safe at work. Who is going to be the light of my day...

"What's the good news then..." I stuttered, my eyes tearing up. "Clara, my dear it's okay, don't cry. You still need to hear the good news. You're getting a promotion and you will also be moving away from this branch. We are transferring to the same location." she said, standing up from her chair. She walked to the side of her desk where I was sitting at and sat on the desk facing me. "Why are you being so kind, Rachel? Why are you giving me the honor of continuing to work under you?" I mumbled, looking down at the floor.

Rachel leaned towards me and lightly grabbed my tie. "Clara, darling, I've heard the rumors about us. I don't want people gossiping about my favorite employee. I don't care how true I want the rumors to be, I don't want you to go through anything like that." She said, pulling my tie, bringing me closer to her. "You know about the rumors." I whispered. "Yes, darling. Do you know what else I know, you'd like the rumors to be true too, wouldn't you? I've seen the way you look at me during meetings, I'm seeing the way you're looking at me now. Clara, you know my eyes are up here right." Rachel giggled. "I'm sorry Rachel." I whimpered, looking up at her. She pulled me closer, and our lips met. Fuck, I was getting wetter by the second.

"I've sent emails to all the staff notifying them that the day was ending a few hours earlier, so luckily for us it's just the two of us in the building. Clara, would you like to show me why you deserve that promotion of yours?" she requested as she spread her legs. I quickly realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath her skirt.

I leaned in, making my way to her dripping wet pussy. I got on my knees and started eating her out. She tasted so sweet, it was almost organismic to some extent. Rachel loudly moaned at every movement my tongue made. She clearly felt comfortable whine out my name at the top of her lungs, considering the only staff member that is in the building and that could hear her was the one eating her for lunch.

It didn't take long before she came on my tongue, squirming around as I helped her come down from her orgasm. "You definitely deserved your promotion, darling. I think we should make this a weekly thing, the employees go home early on Friday, so that the boss can have some fun." she rambled on. I just gave in to my urges and kissed her. "Hmmm I taste so good." She moaned, placing her hand on my waist. "I would like to figure out how you taste Clara." Rachel stated. She turned around and swiftly grabbed a vibrator out of her desk drawer.

She stood up just so she could instruct me to sit on her chair. "Darling, spread those legs for me please." she ordered. I spread my legs open for her as she asked. "Oh dear someone was so excited for me." she remarked, referring to the soaking wet spot in my underwear. She moved my panties to the side and slid the bullet vibrator in. "You know I normally fuck myself with this particular vibrator while I sit in the chair you're sitting in, while I think about you." Rachel revealed, making me need her even more. She started to rub my clit while the vibrator buzzed, turning me into a moaning mess. All I could whine was Rachel's name.

When I finally came, she slid the bullet out and sucked on it. "Holy fuck you taste good." she said, moaning while she pulled the vibrator out of her mouth.

After that encounter, we started having sex every week, then every few days and eventually we moved in together, now we're practically on each other all the time.

A/N I'll fix any spelling or grammar mistakes tmr I'm tired and I really wanted to give this to my wife, I love you <3

EDIT, Jesus I had so many spelling mistakes, I'm sooo sorry I was so tired hope yall enjoyed xoxo