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A Week in October
Part IX Sadler's been naughty
"Seventeen minutes late Ms Holden" chastised Sadler as he looked at his watch
I grinned and made some pathetic excuse about the tube delays. I guess as a bosses go Benjamin Sadler was OK – typical public school and silver spoon type who had never wanted for anything in his life. A very austere and foreboding veneer meant that he had little or no need for middle class social etiquette, of which he had no knowledge anyway. Being brought up on a 200 acre country estate in Hertfordshire, sent to Harrow then on to Eaton does not lend itself to easy integration with the proletariat. That said at 63 he was undoubtedly still a very talented man and continues to win industry awards for his designs and as a founding partner he has to be at least partially credited with building a £5 million per annum business. A stalwart for punctuality I new my recent tardiness would not go unpunished.
"My office twelve noon sharp Ms Holden" he barked
Oh well, another lecture on the merits of good time-keeping, shows "strength of character" apparently. As I walked through reception Sharon on the front desk handed me a pile of yellow post-it notes with details of calls received that morning, a quick flick through showed nothing of major import had been missed. I took my seat in the open plan office and said good morning to our newest recruit Emma. At sixteen and six months into her employment, Emma showed zero promise of fulfilling any function any of us in the office could think of, however, it seems the company was being paid under some government scheme to find employment for school leavers from deprived backgrounds – essentially it looked like we were stuck with her for a further eighteen months. Fourteen of us were seated in the main office area, a mixture of drawing boards, desks and computer workstations. At either end of the open plan area there were four offices where the hierarchy hid behind louvre blinds masking off the glass walls, the two senior partners and two junior partners at the furthest away end and four so called middle management at the west end of the building.
I sat down at my chic Perspex desk and switched on my computer, checked my inbox for new mail and set off for the coffee machine. A corridor ran down the front of the building parallel to the reception that led to the staff restrooms, in the corridor next to the photocopier a gaggle of caffeine junkies huddled around the local supplier. I joined my fellow addicts and bought a 20p hit, I acknowledged the greetings from colleagues and scuttled back to my desk to enjoy my score in private.
As I sipped my stimulant my eyes wandered around the room, the workstations were set out in two concentric squares – ten on the outer square and four for the most junior staff in the centre. Our second government assisted position was filled by Daniel who seemed to spend most of his day drooling over Emma, sat side on directly in front of me. Overall there was a fair cross-section of gender, race, age and size. Draining the last drops from my paper cup I set about the days tasks, I cleared the various calls and answered the twenty or so emails which had built up over the morning. Around eleven o'clock my electronic diary reminded me I had a client presentation that afternoon at 2:00pm, deciding to go over the designs to be presented I pushed back my chair and headed for the A1 filing cabinets. As I stood, I noticed there was a higher level than usual of giggling emanating from Emma and Daniel, I looked up to see both of them smiling at me and conspiratorially whispering to each other, for the time being I thought no more of it. Back at my desk with the appropriate designs the giggling started up once again, this time as I looked up I noticed they were both staring at my crotch, my knees were slightly apart and given I had a short skirt on they were obviously tickled by my white panties. In an effort to embarrass them both and draw their attention to the fact that I was aware of their antics, I spread my legs further apart. I was surprised not to get an immediate reaction and a guilty look from them both, instead Daniels jaw almost hit the floor and Emma made a stereotypical wide eyed round mouthed surprised look. Christ I had forgotten, Marcos had run off with my panties on the train, I resisted the strong temptation to snap my legs closed and die of embarrassment. Neither had looked up at me by this time so they were unaware I had caught them, I quickly looked down into my designs and ignored the situation as I slowly closed my legs and hid my pussy from their fixed gazes. For the remainder of the morning I reviewed the presentation and prepared copies of the documentation for the client to take away.
At precisely one minute to 12:00pm my diary once again beeped at me warning me of my appointment for a dressing down with Sadler, I jumped up and immediately headed for his office. Knocking on the door, unusually there was no reply from his Nazi secretary Ms White, a typical fifty five year old maiden aunt, who guarded the inner sanctum of Sadler's lair as ferociously as Orth. Fearing the worst should I be tardy, I opened the door and stepped in, no Ms White. I checked the light above Sadler's door which glowed red indicating he was "in conference". I checked the main office and still no sight of Ms White, I walked over to Sadler's office door and raised my knuckles and was about to knock when I noticed the door slightly ajar, I hesitated and listened. I could hear two muffled voices then 'THWACK' – I jumped back from the door in surprise, I couldn't quite get a handle on the nature of the noise but for sure knew it was out of place in Sadler's office. Moments later a second 'THWACK' then a third. Slowly I crept back to the door and peered into the tiny gap. Sadler was lying over the side of his desk with his trousers at his ankles and his head turned away from the door. Ms White, wearing only black fishnet stockings, a tiny thong and high heels, stood at his side with her back to me. In her right hand she wielded a mean looking broad leather strap decorated with metal stars, in her left hand she had Sadler's dick. Confident that I would not be spotted I gently pushed the door further open and took in the view in its entirety.
"We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky !" said Mistress White
As she pumped furiously at his full erection Ms White landed another resounding 'THWACK' on Sadler's bright red rump.
"Yes Miss – very bad" whimpered Sadler
Initially I could barely contain my laughter at the comical sight I was beholding, not only did Sadler look ridiculous with his flabby old ass in the air but a stocking clad Ms White beating the shit out of him and him loving it. Gradually the humour dissipated and I was mesmerised by the pleasure Sadler was obviously feeling, after another five or six gut wrenching thwacks he spilled his seed over the desk and floor at his feet. I stepped back from the door and quickly made my way back to my desk. Prior to witnessing this incident I had always considered "that-kind-of-thing" somewhat perverted and failed miserably to see where the pleasure was to be had in inflicting or receiving pain, now I wondered.
Ten minutes later when everyone had left for the canteen Sadler approached my desk
"Ms Holden we had an appointment I believe"
"Yes Mr Sadler " I replied " I did come to your office at precisely 12:00pm but you were …… er … busy" I smiled
"I see … yes …well. I ..I was simply going to remind you of your duty to the firm to be punctual . Don't let it happen again." He stuttered and disappeared back to his lair.
Boy what a morning, I reflected as I made my way to the restroom, just how much excitement can a girl take. The office was deserted by now and even the local supplier had no trade, as I passed the photocopier a devilish thought jumped into my head, uncharacteristically I acted upon it without further ado. I opened the lid of the copier, jumped up onto the glass plate and pressed the "COPY" button twice. Moments later two perfect replicas of my ass and pussy shot out of the side of the machine. Retrieving them from the tray I set off down the corridor for the ladies , as I sat on the loo I stared at the copy in my hand, I had never really seen myself before and was fascinated at how ugly my pussy looked. My minds eye had given me a perfectly symmetrical tidy attractive little pussy rather than this lop sided gaping slab of uncooked meat. Heading back to my desk I lifted my raincoat from the peg and threw it over my shoulders and headed out through reception in search of a bite to eat.
O'Henry's was the closest pub to the office which served bar lunches, one of those hideous Irish theme pubs where all the staff are Australian. Sitting at the table in the bay window I perused the menu knowing full well I would order the Boxty once again, this supposedly traditional Irish stew was just about the only edible item available. A young girl who looked about twelve approached the table
"Can I take your order Madame?"
Jesus I was getting old. Moments later she returned with my gin and tonic and assured me my meal would follow shortly. Looking around I noticed three of my male colleagues enjoying a liquid lunch at the end of the bar, one of them caught my gaze and nudged the other two, I returned their wave of acknowledgement. Judging by the extent of the grin each of them was wearing I guessed they had been speaking to Daniel, which reminded me I really ought to do something about my lack of underwear. Hurriedly finishing my meal and downing the last of my gin, I handed my credit card over at the bar then set off back to the office. It was now 1:30pm and I had only thirty minutes before my client arrived. Back in the office I started to prepare the boardroom. By the time I had setup the projector and organised the copies of the documentation around the table it was almost time. Sadler always attended key account presentations and as anticipated he breezed into the board room at exactly 2:00pm. Moments later Sharon entered followed by the three representatives of J&K Darwin Ltd one of our biggest clients. Sharon introduced them to Sadler as Mr Aitken, Ms Dawson and Ms Anderson, we all shook hands and I invited them all to take a seat. Aitken had to be in his mid fifties and smooth as they come, a St Tropez tan set off his head of well groomed silver hair, the creases in his dark pinstriped designer suit could easily have been used to slice the Sunday joint and the whole ensemble was garnished with an assortment of gold and diamond encrusted jewellery. The two bimbos on the other hand looked as if their combined ages may allow one of them to buy alcohol at the local off-licence and the garish outfits were blatantly purchased at the local flee market from some Indian trader who purchased his stock directly from his brothers sweat shop in Deli.
Over the previous two weeks I had prepared a story board for a multimedia advertising campaign to promote Darwin's executive car sales arm. The presentation went well and Mr Aitken noted that his request to include beautiful young women had been tastefully implemented. Sadler was pleased and gave me a satisfied smile. The contract was ours and shooting was to begin as soon as possible – if not before, Sadler assured them that logistics would be handled tomorrow and shooting would begin on Wednesday. After the contracts were signed we were finishing up the coffee that Sharon had provided and Aitken asked that he be informed where the shoot was to take place as he wished to attend.
"Would love to see you in action!" he leered
With that he lent under the table and ran his hand up inside of my thigh, I am not sure who got the bigger surprise as the tips of his fingers made contact with my naked pussy. He immediately pulled back and started to rise from his seat, the two Ms's giggled which until now was their only contribution to the afternoon's proceedings. As we all shook hands once more I reassured Aitken he would have the time and location for the shoot by close of play tomorrow and Sharon lead the procession back to the main reception where his uniformed chauffeur awaited.. As Aitken was leaving the main door he called over his shoulder
"By the way honey – these two will be starring in the production – no problem I hope "
" But Mr Aitken I'm not sure that the production team will…….." I started to protest
"There will be NO problem at all Mr Aitken – bye for now" Sadler glowered at me.
"Ms Holden the board room please!"
Back in the board room Sadler invited me to sit in a chair he had pulled out from the table and sat facing me, knees almost touching.
"Firstly Ms Holden I would like to congratulate you on your success today, you had obviously worked very hard to win Mr Aitkens new contract." He started
"However I am not entirely sure I approve of some of the methods you used to win him over " he continued.
"What on earth do you mean Mr Sadler – I felt I had dealt with the whole presentation very professionally "
"Undoubtedly Ms Holden undoubtedly "
"Then what did you disapprove of ?" I asked
"Well Ms Holden I could not help noticing that when Mr Aitken did this "
At which point he leaned forward and emulated Aitkens earlier antics. Much to my horror I did not react, in fact quite the opposite, I encouraged it by wriggling almost imperceptibly as his fingers touched my gaping pussy. Checkmate I thought! I pushed my chair back and stood up
"We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky !"
His eyes widened as his lower jaw bounced off the floor
"I wouldn't want to have to punish you for being naughty – now would I Pinky"
With that I turned and walked back to my seat without looking back – I couldnt contain myself by the time I reached my desk and made some half hearted attempt to pretend to be laughing with Emma. This will go one of two ways I thought to myself – either I will have a P45 within the hour or my own office with "Senior Designer " on the door awaits me.
It was now 4:00pm and in the hour that was to follow every male member of the staff made some excuse or other to speak to Daniel and invariably it would involve crouching at the side of his desk. For a select few I did open my legs and pretend not to be aware of the eyes fixed on my pussy but in the main they remained tightly closed. AT 4:55pm my computer notified me of yet another incoming email, I swithered as to whether or not to even look at the damn thing but eventually gave succumbed.
"Dear Ms Holden,
In accordance with company policy, on the signing of a major contract, the account executive responsible for securing the business will dine out at a restaurant of their choice at the company's expense. Given my own close association with this particular contract, both myself and Ms White will accompany you.
Please see Ms White prior to leaving this evening to finalise arrangements.
Once again may I offer my congratulations.
Best Regards
Benjamin Sadler"
No P45 then I thought to myself smiling, you dirty old rascal Sadler. As I reached Ms Whites office she was busying herself preparing to leave for the evening, she lifted her head from the last of the filing and peered over her winged spectacles.
"Mr Sadler and I are expecting you at ****** on ****** street at 7:00pm this evening and I don't think a refusal would go down very well young lady"
"But that doesn't leave enough time to go home and change and……"
"Mr Sadler specifically asked for you to come as you are" she interrupted
"Exactly as you are " she reiterated lifting her spectacles from her face.
"Good for old Pinky " I quipped, turned on one heel and strutted out.
What the hell was I going to do for the next two hours. On the way back to my desk Emma and Daniel were huddled whispering to one another as usual when Emma suddenly broke away and lunge over towards me
"Danny and I are going down O'Henry's for a drink before we gone home " she announced
"Fancy a quickie!"
"I may even have a drink" I retorted
My wit left Daniel giggling and Emma puzzled. Given I had no better ideas as to how to pass the next two hours I reckoned it would be entertaining if nothing else.