A little more than a week had passed since Sophia and I enjoyed our moment in the art mansion. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and as I was walking to my office one morning, delighting in the vivid memories of her lovely body, her moans and pleasures and sexual satisfaction, I saw Rick, the manager under whom Sophia first worked. He seemed a bit flustered when he came up to me, his round, chubby face somewhat red and sweaty.
“Hey boss, can I ask you something.”
I was already a bit irritated because I did not like people coming up to me like that. Still, I knew as the Big Boss I needed to talk to him.
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Well, I was wondering…” He was hesitant to ask what he wanted to ask.
I quickly became more irritated. “Wondering what?”
“Well, Sophia…do you think she will be back in my department, working with me? I mean, you know, she was quite good at what she was doing. We could use her back in my department.”
“No. She has permanently moved. She is working elsewhere now.”
“Well, is there any chance?”
I knew at that point that Rick had developed a thing for Sophia and he was unable to control his emotions. I knew I needed to nip this in the bud. I lowered my voice. “No, Rick. There is no chance. She is now working with me, closely, and that will be the case from now on. She will not be returning to your department or working with you again. Got it?”
Rick stood there, silently. I walked closer to him. “Got it?”
He lowered his head. “Yes, yes sir. I got it. Thanks.” He then walked away without saying anything else. I could feel the dejection oozing from him.
When I returned to my office I closed the door and got on the phone. “Hello Sal. We need to talk. Please come to my office.”
Sal arrived about later in the day, a big powerful man, a former army vet and boxer, 6-5 and dressed in a well-tailored, pinstripe black suite. “What do you need, Boss?”
“There is an employee I am bit worried about. Here is his file.” I gave him Rick’s file. “I need to you keep an eye on him. Let me know what you find, and if you think we will need to take some further action. Got it?’
“Yes Boss, I am on it.”
The next day I had scheduled a meeting with Sophia. She was to meet me in my office at 9:00am. I don’t why I always liked scheduling things for 9:00 am, but I did. We would be alone in the office, and even though it was in the morning, I knew that something might happen in this office, the same office where Gael and I had so many of our torrid encounters. Carol called me and let me know Sophia had arrived.
“Hello sir, Sophia is here.”
“Ok, let her in”
Sophia came in, dressed in her normal conservative garb, white blouse and blue skirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I felt myself stir the moment I saw her.
“Come in Sophia. Have a seat. We need to go over some of the material you have gathered for our art sales.” Yes, even though Sophia and I had enjoyed some exquisite, secret pleasures in our art dealings, there was still the need for actual business, and Sophia had a talent for this kind of business. I tried to remain as professional as possible, but given her beauty, this was difficult. We sat at the conference table.
I put on my business persona. “So, we are going to make some final decisions today, and it is important that you are absolutely sure about what you think will make us the best profit, and what is the best artwork and what is not.”
Sophia had a folder, inside of which were many prints of different artworks, mostly erotic, and she placed a few on the table. I fumbled through few, and picked up one, a painting of a man in bed with a blonde-haired woman. The woman resembled Sophia.
Sophia looked at me coyly. “I think this one will sell well. What is your impression?” Then she blushed. She always seemed to blush at moments like this. I liked that.
I studied the print. “Oh yes, I like that one.”
“My research on the artist revealed that he is well known in France, and I think we can have a good sale there. He has a few others as well, similar. I suggest we go with that.”
I put my hand on hers, and I felt myself stirring, and that stirring which would lead to something more, something I wanted, but it would have to wait until we were through with our business plans. Yes, even the Big Boss can show a bit of restraint when needed. “Good, Sophia, that is exactly the choice I would make.”
We proceeded to go through many more items, and Sophia showed me that she had thoroughly examined and researched each one, and had thought hard about which would be the best to sell. In a short time we were finished, and Sophia gathered her files and put them back into her folder. We both stood up from the table. Sophia looked at me with that same look she gave me a few days ago in the art studio, her eyes as wide and soft and wet and as deeply blue as before. I began to move towards her, and the smile across her face showed me that she wanted this as much as I did, and the closer I moved the hotter the moment became. I could feel myself becoming aroused. Yes, there was now much heat between us.
That sudden heat, however, was immediately cooled to an icy waste, cold enough to give my member frostbite, when the door unexpectantly opened. It was Gael. She stepped through the door and into the office.
“Well, I just wanted to surprise…” She stopped speaking when she saw me with Sophia. “Oh, I hope I am not interrupting anything!”
I was shocked that Gael had just entered, without any warning from my trusted secretary, Carol, who was the gatekeeper of my office. I would have to have a word with her later. Still, I needed to maintain my composure in this delicate situation, so I spoke calmly and casually and with my usual authority.
“Well, hello Gael. Good to see you again.” I walked towards her. “Oh no, I am just finishing a meeting with one of our young associates in our art department. This is Sophia. Sophia, this is Gael. She works in our properties department.”
Sophia cleared her throat, gathered herself, fumbled with her folders, and greeted Gael. “Nice to meet you Gael.”
I immediately knew from the moment their eyes met that they both knew the situation. Gael, who was few inches taller than Sophia, briefly looked down at her with that look that one girl gives another who is their competition, a feigned smile, but with cold, sharp eyes, beneath which are a hint of both jealousy and judgement, as she sizes up her rival to see who is the better looking, and who might have the greater power over the man they both crave. Gael, being the older and more experienced of the two, was better at subtlety. Sophia not so much.
Sophia tapped her folders against the conference table, hard. They made a sharp snapping sound in that moment of awkward silence. “Well, sir, are we finished here?” She had a slight look of dejection as well as anger. For the first time she was now in the presence of another beautiful woman, alone and in my office, while both being in my presence.
“Yes, Sophia. Good job. We will be in contact soon.”
“Ok, thank you sir.” She turned to leave the room. “Nice to meet you, Gael.”
Gael smiled and gave her a slight, girly type of wave. “Oh yes, nice to meet you too. See you around. Bye.”
Sophia left the room. Gael watched her leave, and then slowly walked up to me, and with one rapid and vigorous and utterly surprising motion, slapped me across the face, hard and without mercy. “You are fucking her, aren’t you!”
I stepped back and let out a small but deep laugh. “Well, you know me…”
Gael slapped me again. “You are a fucking prick, you know that!” When she raised her hand to slap me a third time, I grabbed it and stopped her. I squeezed her wrist and yanked her towards me. I let her have her moment. Now, it was time for the Big Boss to take complete control.
“Yes, I am. And you are a fucking bitch. We both know that about each other.”
I felt her body soften and relax as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “You are such a brute. A big oafish brute. You know that?” We kissed. “I love that about you.”
I pulled her close to me, and as we kissed I ran my hands down her back. I had hardly noticed, but she was wearing a red dress, tight fitting, and when I ran my hands over her ass she gripped my shoulders even harder.
She then pulled back. “Wait. You better not be fucking her in this office. Are you?”
“No, we have not done it here. I promise.”
“Promise? How can I believe you?” She kissed me.
“You can trust me on this one. I think it was about to happen right now, but you walked in. So no, we have not done it in here.”
“Good, because this is our space. And she is not allowed to do that with you here. Understand?”
“Ok dear, I will give this to you. No sex with Sophia in my office. I promise.”
She smiled and we kissed again, and Gael nuzzled her face into my broad chest. “Oh god, I missed you…”
“Yes, I know. It has not been the same around here without you.”
She kissed me again. “That’s nice…” She then pushed back and walked over to the desk, leaning against the edge. “So, tell me about this new little cunt of yours. How long have you been doing her?”
“A few weeks now.”
“Oh….” She looked down at the floor, covered with a deep blue carpet, and I could see she was trying to process the situation. “Well, I hope you are enjoying this.” She continued to stare at the carpet.
I walked over to her, and, putting my fingers under her chin, I lifted her head towards mine and kissed her again. “Now, now Gael, there is no need for all this.”
“All what?” She put her arms around me.
“You know what our situation is like.”
“Yes. Silly me. I know.” She pulled me close to her again, and we kissed, and I felt those desires once again begin to boil, and as we kissed some more our kisses became more heated, and Gael, with one fluid and skilled motion reached down and unbuckled my pants, freeing me, and she gripped me and guided me into her, already so wet and warm, and as she did she whispered in my ear, “I want you…”
And so she had me, and I had her, and we had each other for a few delightful moments as I lifted her on my desk, and sat her there, her dress hiked up past her hips, her panties moved to one side, my cock deep inside her. We both knew we did not have much time, and so what started out as a slow movement of erotic pleasure, as I moved in and out of her, soon became more passionate, as she lifted her legs and put them around my lower back, and I began to thrust more vigorously. Gael was quieter this time than what was normal, not screaming, but softly moaning between our kisses and my thrusts inside her. She did grip me and dig her fingers into my back and pull me into her as much as possible as I ran my hands through her hair and kissed her face and lips and neck. Her warmth was too much for me though, and before I realized it, after a few minutes of heated fucking, I exploded inside her, deep inside, as we kissed and embraced each other for the first time in a few months. She pushed herself against me while I was still inside her as if trying to feel as much of me as possible, as if trying to absorb every last drop of my warm semen.
We gathered ourselves, as we both had other places to be, not saying anything, our silence filling the room. I could tell something was off with Gael. Was it Sophia? Or something else? I did not know, nor did I inquire. I knew she would let me know when the time was right. All I knew is that there was some change in Gael, a change I could not as of yet understand. She kissed me on the cheek.
“Well, there is a new project I need to begin working on. I will try to have some new information for you in a few days.” Her voice was low and calm and flat and without much emotion.
“Yes, of course. We will be in touch.”
She walked out of my office, not looking back as was her normal habit, but leaving quietly and without any drama. Yes, something was off about her.
I began to walk back to my desk when I remembered. Oh yes, I needed to talk to Carol.
I walked out into the office where Carol had her desk. Everyone who saw me had to go through this office first, and Carol was the buffer between me and those I did not want to see. Her office was connected to a long hallway, so those who came and went had to walk a little ways just to have the opportunity to enter my office. I liked it that way, as it gave me the most privacy possible. She was sitting at her desk, typing something on her computer while she looked at the big screen. She pretended to ignore me. A middle-aged woman, with an athletic build, strong and muscular for a woman, with short brown cropped hair, she was excellent at her job, and had never let anyone into my office before without my permission. She was the first to say something.
“I know what you are going to say, but don’t bother. I let her in because I wanted to get a good laugh.”
I sat at the corner of her desk and adjusted my tie. “A good laugh?”
“Of course. I know that you are sleeping with both her and Sophia, and I thought it would be amusing to throw your foibles back at you. And it seems I succeeded.” She laughed softly while her fingers still pounded the keyboard and her eyes were still focused on the screen.
I shook my head and returned the laugh. “You know Carol, if I did not have a soft spot for butch lesbians like yourself, this would not be tolerated.”
She continued to stare at the screen. “Yeah, well someone needs to keep things real for you. After ten years of working as your secretary, I know when you need some proper medicine. Since I only like girls, that means I can see you clearly for who you are, and that gives me a unique perspective on you, and all your, what shall I call them, habits, good and bad.”
I laughed again. “What am I going to do with you, Carol?” I started for my office again, but before crossing the door, I turned to her. “So, how do you think Sophia dealt with this?”
She finally looked at me for a few seconds, a few seconds with no words, and then returned to typing whatever she was typing on her computer. “Well, she seems like a nice girl. Sweet but naïve. I think she is a bit disappointed, but she can handle it.” She stopped typing and looked at me again. “But you do need to be careful about these things, you know, when it comes handling two women at the same time, especially in your business. It could lead to some awkward problems.” She looked away and returned to her typing.
Yes, Carol was right. I needed to be careful. Whether or not I would be, well that is another question.