New at the office

chapter 15 On the job training

“I “Come on, another round. What have you been doing all night? You are way too slow.” Hank yelled at me while I did round after round in the gym running with Hank next to me moving with such ease as if he was strolling in a sunny park. When I finished the last round I was breathing heavily and struggled to walk to the changing rooms, my muscles aching everywhere. I took off my training suit drained in sweat and headed for the shower. “Come back, were not done yet.” I startled when I heard Hank behind me. I wanted to cover myself, then stopped, that was silly he knew every part of my body already. I grabbed my suit again to put it back on. “No need for that, it’ s soaked anyway. Follow me…. Now” hesitantly I followed him. Somehow I did not even object. He walked over to an Elliptical in the gym. “On this thing. Continue until I say stop.” He ordered. “Naked?” I looked at him in surprise. Was he nuts? “Yes naked, didn’t you hear the boss. He put me in charge, remember? “ I looked at him and thought it over. “But did he really mean to have it go this far?” I hesitantly asked. “Maybe, Maybe not. You want to stop or follow my instructions? It might be interesting.” he said, he gave a meaningful wink and pushed on my behind in the direction of the elliptical. I gave up any objections and stepped forward to the machine. What was he planning? “Well go on, get on it. 15 minutes continuous. If you fail we repeat.” I looked at him. He didn’t look like he was joking. I sighed and got on it. 15 minutes should be a breeze on that thing. I grabbed the poles and put my feet on the paddles. The machine started to go in motion. It felt rather awkward to do this fully in the nude. I smirked at Hank looking rather interested on what I was doing, letting his eyes play freely with my body. “What are you doing?” I said when he retrieved a roll of duct tape and walked towards me. “Just continue, mind the time” he answered while he got a large piece of tape and wound it around one wrist. He ignored further protest and repeated it on the other side. “Don’t want you to run away like in the subway.” He grinned while he checked his handiwork.

I decided to ignore his messing around with tape and continued what I was doing. I almost stopped exercising when I suddenly felt his hand on my behind. It slowly moved down, closer and closer to something he already knew intimately. Very intimately. “Ouch” I yelled when he gave me a slap on the butt when I slowed down with the exercise after his fingers touched my labia. “That almost got you another 15 minutes dear. Don’t stop I said.” He told me in a sweet but strong voice. His hand returned, slid down to the same spot again. I shivered when the fingers reached my clit and started to circle. “Stop it, your distracting me.” I hissed at him. He started to move faster. “Please, this is distracting.” I repeated. He sped up some more, his fingers locating my entrance and dipping inside. I tried to concentrate on the elliptical, making my moves but with every move I lifted up and descended down on his fingers, his wonderful fingers. Touching, teasing, penetrating. “Hank… oh… oh please your making me cum. Please stop” I moaned. But his only response was further increasing his touching and stroking. I breathed heavily, trying to ignored, trying to forget his touch, his tease, his sliding inside me, the soft touch on my clit his every move, ever stroke. “And…. That’s another 15 minutes.” He looked at me triumphantly a while later, I was panting. Out of breath, out of strength, just completely out. “Please Hank, that’s the third time already. I am exhausted.” I begged him. “One more day training if you fail. The Boss will agree with me here. Giving up?” he asked. Faintly I nodded. My clit throbbing from the times he had made me cum on the damn contraption. Moisture dripping down my legs. I vaguely heard the duct tape being pulled away. “Go shower. See you tonight!” he said cheerfully as I hobbled to the showers. Finally the showers.

Slightly worried I stepped in the elevator that night. This time I would not behave like before I was sure of it. I had nice black lingerie and a short dress. Revealing, but not too much. He and his wishes for being naked at his door. No way. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator. I was curious on what was going to happen now. I rang the bell, full of anticipation I waited for the door to open. “You are not naked, fix that first” he said when he opened the door, then he closed it right in my face. “Hank let me in!” No response. “Hank?” still nothing. I took a long deep breath. I was about to get furious. How dare he! Then I realized I wasn’t here just to leave again. I had expectations. I took off my dress, bra and panties and put them on the floor. Immediately the door opened, he clearly had been watching. He pushed a set of cuffs in my hands and grabbed the clothes from the floor. “Put them on, now.” He told me and closed the door again. I decided not to make a scene of this and put the cuffs on which took a bit of fiddling but then I obediently stood there with my hands cuffed in front. The door remained closed. “Hank?” I asked but it was silent. Did I hear the elevator? I stamped with my feet as if it would get any attention but nothing happened. Yes I clearly heard the elevator approaching. “Come on Hank, open the door, quickly.” I urged. But still no response. I banged the door to get his attention. The elevator stopped and I heard the doors slide open. Oh no, someone was entering this floor. I knocked the door, rang the bell. He wasn’t going to do this to me. He couldn’t He… The door opened and Hank pulled me inside. Grabbed my wrists and pulled the chain over a large clothes hanger I could just reach the floor by standing on my toes.

The doorbell rang. Hank looked at me teasingly. He grabbed the handle and opened the door. He started to talk to someone who was mere centimeters from my naked body! Was this really needed, couldn’t he have pretended not to be at home? Then, I suddenly felt his hand. His hand playing with my nipples. Squeezing, pinching and then moving down, all the way down to as he continued his conversation with the person outside. I sighed as his hand reached my pussy and he started stroking it. Wait a minute, was he seriously going to play with me while talking to someone? I tried to move as a way of protest but then his fingers invaded my innards. I could barely suppress a loud moan as he moved up and down while grinding against me. Up and down, up and down. The discussion with the man outside suddenly faded away and there was just his fingers touching me continuously. The bang of the door made me aware of the situation again. “Get me off he.. Oh!” my sentence was cut off in the middle by his fingers which sped up until I shut up and just moaned with little fast breaths in between. He lowered himself on his knees, not stopping his touching, his wonderful touching until it got replaced, by his tongue. I cried out a little when I felt him circle around my clit. His fingers pushing in so much deeper now. I placed one leg on his shoulders to make access for him easier. My hands grabbed the coat hanger and tied to squeeze it into little pieces as my mind filled with sensation of his tong, his penetrating fingers, the cuffs keeping me in place. My legs squeezed his head together as the orgasm came over me and I tried to pull the coat hanger from the wall.

I hardly noticed how he got me off the wall and carried me to the kitchen table. I didn’t feel the ropes tying me down to it. My body stretched and visible to his eyes in every detail. I vaguely noticed how he pushed away my knees. The feeling of him entering me was sudden and somehow unexpected. I moaned loudly as he pushed in. I grabbed the ropes and pulled hard while I used the soles of my feet to push against him. I wanted to grab him but the ropes prevented it. I wanted to put my legs around him but he had made sure I could nog even move or bend those. His hand grabbed my hips and he used his full strength. The table seemed to move from its place by the sheer force but that just couldn’t be, it was quite a sturdy thing. The hard wood bit itself in my back when I arched my back as he fucked me. I looked directly in his lustful eyes until I was so aroused I just closed them and enjoyed how he used me. When I was no longer looking all my other senses seemed to be heightened. The feeling of the sun peeking through the curtains he had closed. His heavy breathing as he moved his hips against me. His hands switching between my hips and spreading my legs. His dick penetrating deeply, time and time again. The table vibrating on the movements of our lust. I could hear the table scrape on the floor. Vaguely I thought the neighbor below might notice but then my brain shut down as he put his thumb on my clit. I moaned and pulled harder at the rope. A hopeless attempt in breaking my restraints, the strength in my legs sipping way. The feeling of him grinding in me. The orgasm approaching, closer and closer. The stimulation of his thumb. Feeling him inside. My feet on the table. My breathing nonfunctional. A loud moan turning into a scream when he pulled back his thumb just as the orgasm took over. My body shaking. Him still inside. His moaning as he filled me.


“What, what do you want this time for untying me” I said to him while we were still recovering. “Interesting question.” He said while he started to untie me. I was somewhat surprised. I sat upright on the table and watching him retrieve something from a drawer next to the door. “This is the key to the house. I expect you naked, kneeled and cuffed with your hands on your back next time you want to play.” He looked at me after saying it. How did he managed to do this. I already had the thought of the next encounter on my mind. “What if I don’t want to return.” I asked not managing to look serious. “Every day you don’t show up I will make it harder on you. Do you want to take that risk.” He told me as he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. My mind was racing as I followed him into his lair. Did he really think I would show up as he had asked next time. Would I?

Chapter 16 The briefcase

“MISS ANDERSON!” The sharp words of my boss pulled my out of my thoughts. I wasn’t daydreaming this time about Hank although that would be nice. His offer of another date was still spinning around in my head somewhere but thinking of him tended to make me think of what he would do and that would arouse me and arousal would be very inconvenient as it surged to heights I had never experienced before since I had taken up the job. I needed distractions which wouldn’t give me certain feelings. What the Boss handed me would be exactly what I needed. “Bring these files over to the research department. And hurry I got more for you to do later.” He said while he handed me a bunch of papers and a small briefcase. “What is in the briefcase?” I dared to ask. “Nothing to concern you with. Don’t open it, do as you are told. Now hurry up.” Excited about what would be inside the briefcase I hardly noticed the tap on my behind he gave while I hurried out of the office and on my way to the wing which housed the research department.

I was very much aware of holding the briefcase while I was on my way. It did not feel very heavy, what would be in it. “Nothing to concern you with.” Were my Boss his words and I guess I should have listened to that. But it almost seem to have some sort of magnetic properties. I could not help to hold on it strongly. I looked at it at every opportunity while I made my way to the research department. Would it really be that bad to take a small peak? It didn’t look exactly locked now did it, if they really didn’t want me to look inside they would have locked it right? No no no, I should be a good girl and not look at it. Bad bad bad to even consider it. I held the briefcase firmly while I entered the bridge connecting the two wings. It was somewhat warm on the bridge which had a glass ceiling and sides. I stopped in the middle where I could look directly down into the gym. I tried to catch a glimpse of Hank but couldn’t see him. I felt a vague tickling feeling and hurried forward trying to ban improper thoughts out of my mind. As I walked to the other side I suddenly got really aware how naked I was underneath my skirt and involuntarily looked down. The bottom of the bridge was, apart from the metal supports completely opaque as well. Anyone looking up would be able to check in detail if I was following corporation guidelines on the correct attire. I grinned for a moment and halted again. I put my legs apart and enjoyed the sunshine for a moment. I imagined passersby looking up accidently and seeing what I let them see. I sighed as I felt the tingling feeling again. I moved my feet a little further apart and felt my skin being stretched sending little sensations to where the tickling emanated from. I took a long breath as I concentrated on the tickling. “Good day!” The tickling suddenly went away as one of the managers passed. He was wearing a dark suit with a white shirt. On the white shirt there was a black tie and he had a white handkerchief protruding just slightly from the front pocket in his suit. A few gray hairs visible between the dark hairs and strong eyes piercing right through me. He stopped for a moment and looked at me. “Are we following corporation rules trainee?” he asked authoritively while he looked at my blouse and skirt.

For a moment fear went through my head. Had I somehow made a mistake in dressing this morning. Then, all of a sudden the tingling was back. A naughty thought found its way in. No! the idea alone. I couldn’t, I shouldn’t I. “I am not sure Sir, I am just a mere trainee who just started.” I said. The words were out without thinking. He looked at me emotionless, not showing any sign that the words had landed somewhere. “What are the attire guidelines trainee?” He asked. Still not showing any emotion. “Blouse, skirt, black boots. Nothing else…Sir” I said, my head somehow tilting just a little while I looked at him with big eyes. “Well…. And did trainee follow the guideline?” he asked. Still emotionless. “Not sure” I mumbled, suddenly looking down. “I can’t hear you trainee.” He said, almost thundered at me. “I am not sure Sir.” I repeated. “Trainees can be inspected by senior management at all times according to section 6 article 9 of the guidelines trainee. Stand at attention.” I quickly changed my stance to the correct position. “Face the glass trainee.” He said. I dutifully turned to the glass. He stood closer and I felt how his hands started to release the buttons of my blouse, one by one. I remained motionless while he kept unbuttoning, far more then needed to just check if I was wearing anything underneath. The sides of the blouse were pulled apart until my nipples showed, his fingers rubbing them in passing as he pulled away the sides. Next he pulled up my skirt, his hands touching my skin. I silently sighed as he slightly stroked with his hand spread out until my skirt was all the way up and my behind showed. “Any more guidelines trainee?” he asked next. Did I hear a small tremble in his voice? “Be smooth. Sir.” I answered. “Well, did you take care of that?” he said. His fingers still resting on my hips. “Guidelines say trainee cannot make that judgement, only management can.” I whispered. His hand slid towards my tingling feeling back in full force. I shivered when he touched it as he stroke my skin looking for errors. I sighed as his fingers picked up my wetness as he parted my lips while he checked every part. “Well done trainee. Now continue your job. That briefcase looks important. Better hold on to it.” He said and I heard him walk away which meant he couldn’t see the slight disappointment in my expression as I still felt his fingers. I buttoned up my blouse and continued into the opposite direction.

The coolness of the offices on the other sides greeted me, hardening my nipples which scraped against my blouse. Did I hear a voice? I looked down at the briefcase. It almost seemed it was calling me, it wanted me to look inside to check it out. I could no longer fight it. I had to look inside. I had to know what I was bringing to the research department. I looked around and saw the stairwell next to the elevators. I looked around, nobody around. I quickly opened the door, put the briefcase on the concrete floor and kneeled down next to it. The suitcase opened without any trouble and I looked inside. There was a piece of paper saying “Sample! Beware!” Underneath the paper I found a necklace. It looked just like mine with only minor differences. I unbuttoned my blouse some to reveal my own necklace resting between my breasts and put this one around my neck as well. In the vague mirror of the glass window I could see them both together. For a moment I thought back to the manager on the bridge connecting the buildings. How I had stand at attention for him, my breast showing as his hands slid between my legs and….. Something took off like a rocket in my mind and lust surged through my body while I vaguely had a vibrating feeling between my breasts where the necklaces touched until lust engulfed my mind. My fingers eagerly found my clit and I reached orgasm in seconds but not stopping after that, I ignored my own moaning, the electrical feeling while I stroked myself until it went away and arousal returned. Buttons were released, my nipples squeezed as I remembered what that manager had done and what he could have done more. His fingers deep inside me continuing until I shuddered against the glass on the bridge visible for anyone passing. His hands on my hips, I heard his pants fall down on the floor. I moaned, no screamed as he entered me forcefully. He ripped my blouse away and used it to tie my hands on my back. His hands on my breasts as he fucked me against the glass. His shaft grinding against my inner walls. I felt how I came again as he pulled my hair pushing hard inside me. I groaned, screamed, begged , pleaded for more. Falling down on my knees but there he was again. Pushing my head down on the floor as he took me again and again. Keeping me down while he let me cum and scream and cum and scream again.

A bird singing caught my attention. A bird? I opened my eyes and found myself lying naked on what looked like the roof of the building. Wetness dripped down from my still throbbing pussy. My nipples tingled, clearly because of recent abuse. What the hell had happened? I looked around me but I could not see my clothes anywhere. The only thing I saw was a white handkerchief lying on the asphalt covering on the roof.