Personal assistant

Launch

My hands starkly brushed down my skirt, the friction causing my fingers to fizz the same way as my stomach in anticipation. It was opening night, I'd worked long hours and changed quite a few aspects of the way the club was run, handling the marketing with a vigour unlike anything. I poured my heart into this, and the staff noticed, responding well. There was a noticeable perk in the atmosphere, everyone easily accepting me as the new person in command. Sofia was right, not one person had taken issue with my promotion, listening and completing orders at top standards. The team were excited, already out on the front door surveying the growing crowd. We were opening in half an hour, and they had informed me over the transceiver that there was already a queue. Rupert had kindly shared my position as Sofia's personal assistant this week, just so that I could focus my attention on opening night. My shifts for her would be back to normal following tonight.  

"I have a surprise for you."

My excitement turned thicker as the familiar voice warmed my soul. My boss carried in a chilled bottle of expensive champagne and two sparkling glasses, expertly balanced all in one hand as her other clicked the door shut. The glasses dangled upside down, bases locked between her fingers as she walked towards me, bottle perched in her palm. I widened my eyes, my lips pursing with nerves that I only dared show to her. The rest of the team assumed I had the confidence of a lioness, but I was sweating with angst. Her thumb swiped the cork out with a loud pop and it was tucked away neatly in her closed fist whilst she poured. I greedily gulped at the liquid courage, placing my empty glass back down as hers was still faltered by her lips, yet to be sipped. She looked at me warily, placing her full glass back down on the table. I clasped it, she attempted to stop me but I firmly shook my head, tipping it back and consuming hers too. A small sigh slipped past her lips, but it wasn't a disapproving one, she seemed entertained by my nerves and blocked a crooked smile from turning into a full one.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but are you feeling nervous Lana?" She joked, evidently poking fun at me as I straightened my shirt collar in the mirror.

"Shut up Fia, this is important."

My girlfriend hushed me, staying close to my side as I fussed over my hair, combing it through with my fingers.

"But you have already succeeded tesoro," she pointed out, arms wrapping round my midsection comfortably from behind, placing a delicate kiss on my neck.

"I haven't succeeded until tonight is over and the numbers come back flying the way I want them to."

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly finding my worries pointless.

"As your staff have pointed out, the queue is down the block and you haven't even opened the doors yet, stop worrying."

"I can't, get off me and go, I need to concentrate" I insisted, wriggling away from her embrace and pushing her hands from me, wanting my outfit to look perfectly straightened and professional. Her silence was odd, and I caught her eye in the mirror behind me, instantly recognising that look. The atmosphere in the office effervesced, air catching in my throat as I realised the stand-offish way I'd been treating her wasn't exactly considerate.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, I just-"

The businesswoman captured my arms back roughly, causing my chest to project forward, buttons straining as my wrists clamped together behind me. It wasn't painful, but the strength emanated, her teeth grazing my shoulder as she nipped at my skin. She stuffed her hand down the top of my shirt and into my bra, pinching a nipple beneath tight fingers.

"I- ohhh," I stuttered uselessly, words morphing into moans as I was hauled away from the mirror and shoved forward till my thighs crammed against the desk. One of her hands found a gap between the buttons on my shirt, pressing into my cleavage as she hauled it open, three buttons pinging loose from the force and smattering the desk top with a messed series of tiny clacking noises. 

"Don't take your attitude out on me, Miss Willows," she corrected my behaviour in ways that left me breathless, and I looked down at my open shirt, lacy black bra spilling into the heated air. I managed a simple nod, and the clutch on my wrists loosened just a touch, her teeth on my neck replaced with plump lips. I heard her wine-red painted nails tap quickly into her phone screen, my body still stuck fast between hers and the desk. I didn't dare move. 

"Del's dropping off a new shirt for you."

"Thank you," I quipped gratefully, expecting her body to pull away from mine but it didn't. Instead, her arm lay horizontal across my shoulders, pushing. I tilted forwards, responding to her wordless request, pivoting at my hips until my bare chest met the cool wooden surface.

"It seems you need an outlet, allow me."

Her words were teasing, and my hands braced either side of my body as I flattened my palms onto the wood, face turning to the side. My cheek burned against the desk, unable to ignore the feather-light caress of her nails over the back of my knees. It ticked dreadfully, and I shivered as she moved it round to my inner thighs, drawing up close to my panties. My skirt bunched up over her forearm, her fingers grazing over my clit through the lace in tantalising circles. 

"What if someone walks in?"

The woman didn't falter, continuing the torrent of pressure which was barely there, but just enough to drive me wild.

"It's locked," she mumbled against my back, breathing the scent of my hair deeply as she finally decided to add more pressure. I felt my arousal begin to collect, threatening to dampen my underwear, staining it with my desire.

"Besides, I don't need long, do I?"

My girlfriend was cocky, but undeniably correct. She was the most responsive lover I had ever been with. If she wanted me to crash in one minute, she could achieve it. If she wanted to postpone my orgasm for an entire hour, she could do that too. She controlled me with ease, navigating the rise and fall of my lust expertly, balancing my release on her own terms. She slipped her fingers under the strap of my panties at my hips, easing them downwards until they were low enough that gravity pulled them to drop at my ankles. She propped herself over me with a hand, lacing her fingers into mine. I was left unattended momentarily as her middle finger slipped into her mouth, teeth clanking against the ring. She pulled it over her knuckle, commanding me to turn my free hand up to the ceiling. It dropped into my palm, cold and slightly dewed with her saliva. My fist clenched tightly round it as her hand returned to between my legs. Her fingers pulled the wetness from my entrance to my clit, coating me in my own mess as she finally stopped teasing and began to touch me properly. Those fingers worked me till my legs trembled, embarrassingly, it didn't take long at all, but I knew she was purposefully trying to have me over the edge fast. She slipped inside me, my hands clamping as my knees threatened to buckle.

"Oh fuck," My teeth wrapped my bottom lip, struggling to keep my cries to a low level. There was a difference in the way she handled me today, not in urgency but in efficiency. Normally my boss thrived on me becoming an absolute sweating, begging mess before she allowed me to finish, but today she wasn't wasting any time. My hand flew to her hips behind me, eyes crossed as I stumbled against the desk, twitching and tensed. Her hand clapped over my mouth just in time to stifle a scream as I shook all over her, tearing breaths from the air like I was starved from it, jaw clutched roughly in her fingers. As each inhale became slower, her clutches loosened, and her body hovered to allow me room to move. The hand on my jaw trailed down to my neck, and guided me back upright from my sternum. 

"I'll take that," she whispered softly, holding her hand between us as I gazed at her longingly through my lashes. I'd forgotten about her ring gripped tightly in my fist, and gave it to her, watching as she slid it back on carefully after sucking her fingers clean, eyes still fixed on my flushed face. Words weren't needed to fill the silence I leant forwards and locked my lips with hers, a tender touch accompanying her movements as she held me close to her. My arms ended up round her neck, her tongue slipping against mine as we kissed each other lovingly. Her hand found my cheek, thumb rubbing small arcs as I melted into the woman's warm palm, tasting the sweetness of her soul through her kisses.