Royal Slayers

Ugly Beautiful Endeavours

Victor arrived at work just in time for his 10am meeting. Fiona Andrews, his

personal assistant trotted toward him in her red stiletto‟s, tight brown skirt

accompanying her body and a white shirt shaping her breasts almost perfectly with

her hair tied in a bun. "Good morning Mr Welsh, your..." "Good morning Fiona,

meet me in my office with a cup of coffee and we can talk." "Yes, sir"

Victor walked into his immense office, furnished with dark blue curtains and a

white mat in front of the silver aluminium desk. He sat in his chair, placed his

suitcase on his desk, and gave a welcoming sigh and delighted smile as Fiona

walked in, coffee at hand. She placed the coffee on the counter next to the door and

walked toward Victor. His pleasant smile invited her closer.

Fiona Andrews has been working at Forbes for 4 years and has been Mr Welsh‟s

personal assistant for a year. She grew up in Brooklyn and moved to the State at the

age of 19. As a career, she chose an assistant job at a library and soon she became

an assistant to Forbes. She was extremely good at her job and therefore transferred

to Seoul, South Korea.

Sounds evaded from the office of Mr Welsh, but no -one would dare enter. Jerry

Loft walked toward Nicole, the top floor receptionist, "Isn‟t he married?"

"You‟re new here, aren‟t you? Go back to work, you chop!"

Jerry was stunned and embarrassed and walked back to his cubicle in awe and

confusion. A few minutes later he receives a tiny orange cut letter on his desk.

"Rookie. He‟s married. She‟s single. They‟re having sex. Get it? Got it? Good.

Now... Silence." Never has the office spoken about it again.

Fiona was placed roughly on his desk, her buttocks gripped by Victor‟s palms. Her

breathing increased as his soft warm lips touched her neck softly, kissing her

enthusiastically, arousing her. She removed his suit and shirt as he stripped off her

shirt and lifted her skirt, his tongue playing with her hard nipples, then sucking it

deeply. She quickly unbuttoned his pants removing his aroused erection. In an

instant, he plunged himself into her, she let out a loud moan tilting her head

backwards. Her body moved in motion with his, forward and backward on the desk

with her buttocks kissing the silver desk. The gratifying moaning carried on for

forty-five minutes and there was dead silence. Out of breathe, he kissed her lips,

thanking her and she quickly got dressed and brought him his cold coffee.
To obscure the workers, he yelled at her. "I cannot drink this cold coffee, Fiona!"

She grabbed the mug and jotted out of the office toward the coffee machine, dazed

with satisfaction.