Group Sex The Office Team-Building Day

Office Politics

Sitting in my office on an average Wednesday, I found myself distracted.

I was unable to focus on my work for more than a few minutes at a time, and my mind kept returning to events that had recently transpired. Ever since my boss Carmen and I had caught the strategic director Gary sexually harassing my colleague Courtney using a hidden camera in my office, I had been plotting ways to get my revenge. We had the smoking gun: irrefutable evidence that he had abused his position of power and threatened Courtney, in the hopes that she would perform sexual acts on him. Carmen had intervened just in time, saving Courtney from the humiliation of succumbing to his insistent demands, or on the other hand, losing her job. Since that time, the feeling in the office was one of tension, especially between Courtney, Carmen, and me. Gary had made himself scarce, but it wasn't enough; I needed to know he would never bother Courtney (or any of my other colleagues) again.

I had spoken with Carmen about what to do, but she refused to submit the video to HR since she would have to explain the existence of the hidden cameras in my office. And since neither of us had directly witnessed the harassment, we could not make a case against Gary without the video. Furthermore, Gary was Carmen's superior, and she was reluctant to rock the boat since she might find herself out of a job.

"But we have to do SOMETHING!" I said, pacing and gesturing wildly in Carmen's office the day after the incident.

Carmen, maintaining her calm demeanour, watched me over the rims of her black-framed librarian's glasses, her long legs crossed, her hands neatly folded on her knee just below the hem of her short black skirt. Her light grey jumper was stretched tightly across her marvelous bust, her nipples poking out sensuously from the woolen fabric.

"My hands are tied. I'm not willing to sacrifice my job for Courtney's," she said simply.

"I understand that, but... he's just going to do it again!"

"Possibly," Carmen vaguely shrugged.

"Doesn't it bother you? Don't you care at all?" I asked pleadingly.

Carmen eyed me sternly.

"Don't question my morals. I will do what is in my power to do, but I will not risk my career. It is Courtney's responsibility to bring this to the attention of the human resources department, and if she does she will receive my support, but I will not be the victim. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but I cannot fight an indiscretion with another indiscretion," she finished.

I sat down heavily in the chair opposite Carmen's desk and ran my hands through my hair.

"Ok, fine. I get it," I said, defeated.

"I'll keep an eye on her, as I know you will. Be smart about this. I know you're a clever boy," Carmen said.

She stood and opened her office door, inviting me to leave. I admired her curvy figure before standing and making to leave. As I passed her, Carmen took my hand and tuned my palm upwards. With her other hand she placed a small object in mine.

"Don't make me regret this," she whispered in my ear, then patted my bottom, ushering me out the door.

As I made my way back to my office, I slipped the USB stick Carmen had placed in my palm into my trouser pocket.

I tapped the end of my pen on the report I was reading, recalling these events. Of course, the USB stick contained the video of Gary's perverted proposition to Courtney, but what did Carmen expect me to do with it? I knew that any attempt to implicate her would be met with a stern denial, and I had no proof. I knew that taking the video to HR would be risking my job as well as Courtney's, not to mention the invasion of privacy... how would I explain having hidden cameras in my office? As I contemplated these questions, I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened and Courtney popped her pretty head in. She had been absent the day before, no doubt afraid to come back after being harassed by Gary.

"Hello," she said in her soft, singsong voice. "Have you got a moment?"

"For you, of course," I smiled, gesturing to a chair.

Courtney smiled and entered. She wore a snug pink blouse and black trousers with high heels. Her buttons were undone just to the point where I could see a tiny bit of her gorgeous cleavage. She sat and glanced about nervously.

"Are you feeling ok? I noticed you were away yesterday," I began.

"Yes, I'm fine. I... Gary, he... he acted inappropriately towards me after you left on Monday. Carmen came to my rescue, but I just didn't feel like I could come in yesterday. It was so... so creepy and awful," Courtney shuddered as she spoke.

"I remember you told me to get him to meet me in this office. Why?" she asked.

"Um, it was because I know Carmen would be able to keep an eye on you. You can see my office more easily than yours from where her office is. I told her to watch for anything suspicious when I left," I lied.

"Oh... well thank you. That was very kind. She came in just in time." Courtney was clearly uncomfortable recalling the incident, and it made me furious to think of Gary groping her and advancing on her with his filthy cock out.

"Good, good. Courtney, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Thank you, but no, I don't think so. I've got to stand up to him. I think I might go to HR about this. I really don't want to lose my job, but I don't think I can handle something like that happening again," said Courtney, fidgeting and squirming in her chair.

"Listen, can you hold off on doing that for a few days? I have an idea that may solve your problem," I suggested.

"No, I don't want to get you in trouble. I don't want to cause any fuss-"

"-It's no fuss. Please, trust me. Just a couple days."

Courtney looked me in the eyes for a moment.

"What are you planning?"

"I can't say. Just... trust me, ok?" I said hopefully.

She sighed, her huge bust heaving and pulling at the buttons on her blouse.

"Ok," she said, leaning forward and touching my knee. "... but only because it's you."

She smiled weakly and stood to leave.

"Thank you," she said softly before turning and walking back to her office.

I turned back to my desk and resumed tapping my pen against its surface, lost in thought.

Plotting.

Our company was participating in an industry conference in the latter half of that week, which happened to be hosted close to our premises. It consisted mostly of talks, presentations, workshops, and social events for networking. Although I was not required to attend, I requested that I accompany Carmen on the penultimate afternoon.

"I don't know why you would want to come to this. It's usually dull, and full of stuffed shirts," said Carmen, holding a teacup to her lips.

"Your shirt is looking rather stuffed, Ms. Beaumont," I jibed, admiring her bust straining against her light blue blouse underneath a navy blazer.

"Yes, very clever," she smirked sarcastically at me, then turned her eyes to the crowd of suits milling about in the conference room.

The last presentation of the afternoon had ended and people were preparing to make their way to the hotel bar for cocktails. I loosened my tie and put my hands in my pockets, scanning the faces. I found the one I was looking for.

"There's Gary. And there... that's his wife, isn't it?" I tipped my chin, indicating the direction I was looking.

"Yes. Sylvia Voynov," confirmed Carmen.

"Wow. You wonder why he goes looking for it elsewhere. She's gorgeous."

Mrs. Voynov looked a good 15 years younger than her middle-aged husband. She was petite, slender, her straight blonde hair tied tightly back from her forehead in a bun. She wore a grey suit jacket and skirt with high heels, which showed off her perfectly shaped legs. Her white blouse was unbuttoned alluringly low, but not so much as to be unprofessional, and the swells of her breasts were visible under her shape-hugging jacket. Her eyes were light blue, and her brilliant smile was framed by her ruby red lips, her lipstick managing not to be garish despite the contrast with her business attire. She had beautiful eastern European features, with high, sharp cheekbones and doe eyes. Those around her were positively captured by her presence.

"Alright then, no need to stare," said Carmen with a hint of jealousy.

"Sorry, but... what is wrong with that guy? Is he mental?" I was incredulous.

"No, he's just a pervert. It wouldn't matter who he's with, he just enjoys having power over others."

"I guess so. And something tells me she didn't marry him for his looks or his charming personality."

Sylvia was chatting with a group of men as her husband looked about disinterestedly.

"I've heard rumours that she's got more clout with the board than he does. He's probably not the only one that enjoys power," I said, referring to stories I'd heard about Mrs. Voynov's influence in our company.

"He's got where he is because of his family. She saw an opportunity to move into a position of authority quickly and efficiently through him. They're using each other, really. The thing is, I think they both know it, and neither of them minds," Carmen said, finishing her tea.

"The rumours you heard are true. He has a more senior position in the organisation, but she has much more influence. She's much smarter than he is. She's got most of the board members eating out of her hand," continued Carmen.

"Interesting. Do you think you could introduce us at some point this evening?" I asked.

Carmen narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

"Why?" she said, after an evaluative pause.

I didn't think I could get away with lying to my boss, so I decided to be honest.

"Well, you know how you gave me the USB-"

"-Stop. Never mind. I have no idea to what you are referring, and I don't care to know," she interrupted meaningfully. "Now, won't you join me for a cocktail?"

"It would be my pleasure," I smiled and gestured to the exit. "After you, my dear."

Carmen and I stood near a large window looking out over the night lights of the city. The bar was busy, but not crowded, a collegial buzz permeating the room. Some people were still networking, while others were simply unwinding after the conference. Carmen and I made polite conversation as we watched Sylvia and Gary move about the room. They barely had a spare moment to themselves.

"I don't like my chances, Carmen," I said, swirling my gin and tonic.

"Be patient. They're here to network, not for pleasure. You'll get your turn," she replied, toying with the toothpick skewering the olives in her martini.

I admired Carmen as she gazed across the room, her long, dark hair falling across her cheek, her cleavage pouting invitingly between the 'v' of her blouse, buttoned low.

"You know, we could always go back to your place for a drink. This can wait," I hinted, hoping Carmen would accept my suggestion.

Carmen looked back to me and smirked.

"Getting cold feet, are we?"

"No, honestly. I just thought it would be nice for the two of us to spend some time together... as friends rather than colleagues."

"Oh right, as 'friends'. I doubt it," she scoffed.

"Hey, I take offense to that. Alright, yes, I find you very attractive, that's no secret. But I genuinely enjoy your company... when you're not yelling at me to meet deadlines, that is."

She scrutinised me for a few moments, and her lips were touched with the faintest smile. She opened her mouth to reply, but something caught her eye and she looked away.

"Here's your chance, darling," she said, straightening up and putting her martini glass on a nearby table.

Carmen waved across the room.

Sylvia approached us purposefully, Gary trailing slightly behind her. Her hips swung sexily as her dainty fingers clasped her champagne glass.

"Carmen, so nice to see you," she greeted us in a soft, but confident voice, mature, but not aged.

Carmen and Sylvia kissed each others' cheeks. Gary ignored me in favour of glaring disdainfully at Carmen.

"I hope the conference wasn't too boring," said Sylvia.

"I managed to stay awake for most of it," joked Carmen, who seemed to be on quite familiar terms with Mrs. Voynov.

Carmen introduced me to Syliva, and I extended my hand. Sylvia took it, then leaned in to politely press her cheek against mine, saying, "Goodness, there's no need to be so formal, dear. It's happy hour."

"Thank you, Mrs. Voynov. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," I said, enjoying the floral scent of her perfume.

"And you. Carmen has had many good things to say about you. You're a fabulous asset to the company, from what I hear," replied Sylvia, smiling brilliantly, the faint lines at the corner of her eyes giving her an air of sophistication.

"Is that so? Well it's the first I've heard of it," I said, laughing.

"I'm just being careful that you don't get a swollen head," quipped Carmen with an obvious double-entendre.

"Well you should know that she's spoken very highly of you to me. Strange how you don't seem to take much notice of these things, Gary," said Sylvia with a side glance at her husband.

"I've got bigger things to worry about than individual employee performance. That's Carmen's job," Gary tried to say in a calm manner, but it just came off as patronising.

"It's everyone's job to recognise good performance, honey. Just be careful Carmen, I might try to lure him away from your department," said Sylvia, touching my arm.

Gary rolled his eyes and threw back the rest of his drink. He burped, then shook his empty glass.

"If you'll excuse me," he said, turning away and marching towards the bar.

"I'll excuse myself as well, Sylvia. I've just seen Kevin and I need to catch up with him about the annual report. I'll speak with you later."

Carmen kissed Sylvia's cheek and turned to leave, giving me a subtle wink on her way out.

"Please ignore my husband. He seems to have a bee in his bonnet about Carmen and anyone who works under her. He probably resents the fact that Carmen's done more for the company than he has. Oh, forgive me... enough office politics. What did you think of the conference?"

Sylvia and I made conversation about the conference and the company. I shared some ideas for business and product development for our department, in which she seemed genuinely interested. In fact, we had very similar views about the company and its direction. Sylvia struck me as a strong, intelligent, competent business woman, who knew the value of her people. I found myself admiring and respecting her, and was confused about why she would stay with such a horrible husband.

"Goodness, I'm sorry about all this shop talk, but it's nice to know we have such an engaged person such as yourself working for us. I don't often get to exchange ideas outside the board members. It's refreshing."

"I'm glad to have had the chance to share my perspective, Mrs. Voynov."

"Sylvia, please. Would you care for another drink?" she said, turning her body to look for the wait staff.

"Yes please, Sylvia." I liked the sound of her name as I spoke it.

She flagged a waiter who took our order. I began to think about what I had come there for; what I intended to say to Sylvia. It seemed an impossible thing-I was intending to expose her husband's infidelity and unlawful behaviour with concrete proof to his wife... whom I had just met! It seemed absurd, unreal. But the thought of Courtney being harassed fueled my purpose. I had to do it. I decided that after another drink or two I would have enough courage to take the plunge.

Our drinks arrived and Sylvia raised her glass.

"To your health and hard work," she said, smiling.

"And yours."

We clinked our glasses and drank. As she tipped her head, I admired the pale skin of her neck, her womanly collarbones, and her decolletage. I noticed that her white blouse was also unbuttoned quite low... had she done this as we were speaking? Her breasts made beautiful curved cleavage with the help of her bra, and I felt my balls tingle. I was unsure if Sylvia had seen me admiring her neck and breasts, but if she had she was too polite to draw attention to it.

After a few more minutes of conversation, I decided to take the plunge.

"Um... Sylvia, I have a rather, erm, delicate matter that I'd like to speak to you about, if I may," I began, almost shaking from nervousness.

"Oh?" she said, a small crease forming between her thin eyebrows.

"Yes. It concerns... your husband," I said carefully.

Her smile faded and her expression became stern. I immediately backpedaled.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... it's not appropriate of me-my apologise," I stammered badly, feeling like an utter fool.

Sylvia looked around the room, then back at me, still with a threatening undertone.

"No. Not here. Take this," she said, handing me her business card. "Send me a blank text in a few minutes. I'll contact you after. Do not speak of this to anyone, do you understand?"

I nodded in acquiescence. She held out her hand for me to shake.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," she said smiling again, as if nothing had happened.

"The pleasure was all mine," I said, confused, but managing to smile back.

She turned and approached a group of people with whom she conversed. I entered the number from her business card into my phone and sent the blank text to her and watched as she retrieved her phone from her handbag. She looked at her phone, then spoke with the others, excusing herself and leaving the room. I sipped my drink and stared out the window, wondering what I hoped to accomplish. How would she react? What if I had just ruined my career? I was filled with dread and anxiety, but there was no backing out now.

"That seemed to have gone well," a voice said beside me.

"I imagine she wants to meet in private to discuss this," I said to Carmen, feeling shaken.

"Be careful. Don't get yourself fired. I might actually miss you," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"And the truth comes out," I said, smiling, gazing into Carmen's dark eyes.

Our eye contact was broken when Carmen's phone rang and she fished into her handbag to retrieve it. Looking at the screen, she paused.

"I have to take this. Gook luck," she said, then turned quickly and crossed the room, vanishing through the doors to find a quieter location to talk.

I sipped my drink and waited, feeling awkward, shifting nervously. The minutes ticked by and I was beginning to get cold feet when my phone rang in my hand.

"Hello?"

"Meet me in room 2015. Come alone, and do not tell anyone where you are going."

Then the line disconnected.

I put my phone back in my pocket, drained my glass, and left the room, careful to avoid anyone I might know.

I tapped my foot nervously in the lift on my way to room 2015 to meet Mrs. Voynov, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Of course, it was much too late to back out now. Besides, I had not done anything wrong, I was simply trying to expose Gary's sexual harassment of Courtney.

I got off on the 20th floor and made my way down the wide corridor to Sylvia's room. I knocked softly on the door and waited. The lock clicked and the door opened a crack.

"Is anyone in the hallway?" Sylvia's hushed voice asked.

I looked around.

"No."

The door opened and Sylvia admitted me into her room. She hooked the 'do not disturb' sign on the door handle and closed it quietly. She still wore her suit, her hair still tightly bound in a bun.

The room was large, with modern decor. The entrance hallway had a closet on the right, and a small kitchenette on the left. Beyond, a sunken lounge area with leather couches occupied the left side of the room. To the right was a king size bed, and the far wall had floor-to-ceiling windows peering out over the city. A small buffet table was tucked into the far left corner of the room, and I saw a bottle of champagne sitting on it, chilling in a bucket. The lighting was dim-only a table lamp beside one of the couches illuminated the room.

Sylvia brushed past me and walked to the buffet, pouring herself a glass of champagne. She took a long sip, facing away from me, then topped up her glass again. She paused, looking out the window, then turned around.

"Please, come in."

I walked into the room tentatively, my hands in my pockets, palms sweating.

"Nice room," I said, looking about.

Sylvia did not reply, but walked into the living area and motioned to a large leather armchair. I sat and waited. She remained standing by the gas fireplace on the wall. She set her glass on the mantlepiece and folded her hands in front of her.

"Before you say anything, please let me explain something. I assume you came here to tell me you have seen or heard of my husband being unfaithful. Perhaps you mean to blackmail me, or seek some favour, or perhaps even to simply warn or inform me of his indiscretions. I tell you now that you will gain nothing from this. You have nothing that will give you any advantage over me, and no information that I am not already aware of, and any attempt to threaten or extort me will be met with your swift dismissal from this company, not to mention criminal proceedings, if necessary. I'm telling you this to save you any embarrassment and unpleasantness. I'm already displeased enough that you had the audacity to bring this up at a social function, but I shall now give you the opportunity to leave and this whole matter will be forgotten. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Very well."

Neither of us moved. A few awkward moments passed. Sylvia crossed her arms and frowned.

"Aren't you going to leave?" she asked, finally.

"Well, no. I'm not here to threaten you or upset you... but I do have some information you may not be aware of. It affects me, my colleagues, and the company. Yes, it does concern your husband, which makes it a very delicate matter, but I think you'll understand why I chose to bring it to you," I said, and fished into my pocket. "Perhaps you should watch this."

I handed the usb stick out to her. She eyed me suspiciously, then approached, taking the usb and looking at it.

"There's a video on there. You can watch it at your leisure, but I'd like to explain-"

"-We'll watch it now," said Sylvia, going to a wall panel that had controls for the room's large television mounted above the fireplace.

She plugged in the usb and retrieved the remote control. She turned on the tv and we waited.

"I-"

"-Sssh!" she hissed.

We both watched the video in silence. We watched Gary harass and threaten Courtney. We watched Carmen enter just in time to stop Gary from assaulting Courtney. The video stopped after Gary left my office. Sylvia continued to stare at the blank screen. I waited for her to respond, but she made no sound, and remained motionless.

"Sylvia, I'm sorry you had to see this. But you can understand my concern. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to speak to you directly," I said quietly, still waiting for her to react.

"Does anyone else know of this?" she asked coldly, still staring at the blank screen.

"No."

Sylvia took her glass from the mantlepiece and drank, emptying the contents. She sighed heavily and turned to walk back to the buffet.

"Again, I'm sorry. But I can't let him do this. Courtney is my friend. And god knows how many other women he's done this to."

Sylvia poured herself another glass of champagne. She sipped from the glass then returned to the lounge area. She stood in front of my chair, looking at me challengingly. I thought I could see the glint of tears in her eyes, although I couldn't tell if they were from sorrow, anger, embarrassment, or frustration.

"How did you get this video? Whose office is this?" she said.

"It's... it's mine. I set up a hidden camera in my office because I was worried about... well, exactly what you saw. I didn't feel right putting a camera in Courtney's office, so I got her to work in my office, knowing Gary would likely drop by."

I didn't know if she believed it, but it didn't seem to be the most important fact at the time.

"That's why I didn't go to HR. How the hell would I explain a hidden camera in my office?" I offered.

Sylvia scrutinised me, then sighed and turned her head, closing her eyes. She stepped to the couch nearby and sat down heavily, putting her glass on the coffee table and her head in her hands.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she cursed.

I thought it best to remain quiet.

"I know he sleeps around, that's no secret. But this... this is different."

Another long silence followed.

"I'm sorry, Sylvia. I know this must be hard," I offered.

She lifted her head and looked at me for a few moments, then sighed.

"Well, it's not good news, that's for certain, but I'm glad you brought it to my attention. I'll deal with it. You won't have to worry about him bothering anyone in your office, I promise you. This is not the only copy, I'm assuming?"

I was about to respond, but evidently her question was rhetorical, as she waved her hand dismissively.

"That's fine, I suppose. But I'd like to make an agreement with you: this stays between us. Is that clear?" she said sternly.

"Of course, Sylvia. I won't breathe a word of it to anyone."

"And why should I trust you?"

"I can only tell you that I am a man of my word. I'm sorry I can't offer you more than that, but I assure you, it will be enough. Besides, you have a significant advantage over me if it came down to your word versus mine. You're Mrs. Voynov... I'm just a guy that works for you," I said, smiling warmly.

After a pause, she smiled back.

"Indeed," she said confidently as she picked up her glass and drank more champagne. "Well, I think that's enough unpleasantness for one evening," she said, standing.

I quickly stood up and buttoned my suit jacket.

"Thank you for speaking to me about this. And for the pleasant conversation at the bar. You're an amazing woman, Syliva, I hope we can talk again soon," I said, preparing to leave.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows. "Leaving so soon?"

"Erm... I, uh... was there something else?" I stammered.

"You're not going to let me drink this bottle of champagne all by myself, are you? Besides, I only booked this hotel room so we could talk. I'd like to use it a little while longer. Unless of course you have somewhere you have to be."

"No, I don't. Um... sure, yeah. I'd be happy to stay and chat," I replied, delighted that Sylvia still wanted me around after giving her such bad news.

"Are you sure your wife or girlfriend wouldn't mind?" she asked pointedly.

"I'm sure she would... if I had one."

"Lovely."

Sylvia turned and walked to the buffet.

"Please, take your jacket off. Make yourself comfortable," she said over her shoulder.

I took my suit jacket off and draped it over the back of the chair. I took my cufflinks out and rolled up my sleeves, then walked over to the window.

"What a view," I said, whistling.

I also noticed a jacuzzi tub at the far right side of the room, beyond the bed. I became excited at the prospect of a romantic dip with Sylvia, but pushed it out of my mind, not wanting to get my hopes up.

The city lights sparkled below us. Sylvia turned and handed my a glass of champagne.

"Cheers again. To good company, this time," she said, winking.

We clinked glasses and drank.

"Here you are telling me to relax-you've still got your jacket on," I pointed out.

"So I do. Here," she responded, handing me her glass to hold as she unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off, pulling her shoulders back.

Her breasts pressed firmly against her shirt as she stuck her chest out towards me. I could see her small nipples poking through her blouse. She watched me admire her bust as she folded her jacket and placed it on the back of a nearby chair. She retrieved her glass and walked (hips swaying again) to the lounge area and seated herself on the couch, picking up a nearby remote control. She pushed a button and a flame sprang to life in the gas fireplace. With the push of another button, soft music began to play from the integrated speakers in the wall. She kicked off her high heels and curled her legs up next to her.

I took my seat in the large armchair next to the couch and stared at the fire for a moment before looking back at Sylvia. She was removing pins from her bun and placing them on the table next to her. Her breasts rose when she put her arms up, pressing firmly against the fabric of her blouse. Her breasts looked medium-sized, and appeared round and perky, but it may have been the push-up bra she was wearing. I admired the way her pencil skirt hugged her narrow waist, and accentuated the womanly curve of her hips. Her legs were lean and toned, and she wore sheer black stockings.

Finally, she shook her hair loose, her long, light golden locks tumbling about her face and shoulders.

"Mmmmm, much better," she intoned softly, then said, "Is something the matter?"

I realised too late that I had been staring at her, mouth slightly agape, stunned by her beauty. I felt my face become hot and looked away quickly, clearing my throat.

"Ah, no... no, I'm fine thanks," then noticing her amused smile, said, "It's just... If you don't mind my saying, Sylvia, you are breathtakingly gorgeous. I'm sorry if I was rude... "

"Oh nonsense. I'm quite flattered, actually," she replied, her smile widening to reveal her perfect, even teeth between her full ruby red lips.

We sat in silence for a few moments, looking into the flames and sipping our champagne. It was not uncomfortable or awkward in the least, and I felt my attraction to Sylvia growing. She was confident, dignified, poised, but had the sense of putting others at ease in her presence without even uttering a word. As I had experienced before, she could also assert her authority or become intimidating in much the same fashion.

Presently, Silvia looked over at me, pausing before speaking.

"I imagine you are quite popular with women, no? Particularly with the women in your department, as I've heard through Carmen."

I stiffened and tried not to appear surprised.

"Oh? And what might you have heard?" I asked cautiously, trying to be casual.

"Never you mind. The reason I ask is because you are a young, successful, attractive man, yet you don't have a partner."

The made this statement as if it were a question. I shrugged.

"I'm happy with my life at the moment. I suppose I could say I haven't met the right woman, and any other cliched excuse, but the truth is I'm not really looking."

"No? I think you're looking. But not for a relationship. I think you're looking for... experiences. Is that perhaps why you came to me?" she said, not betraying any discernible emotion.

"I'm not sure what you mean-"

"-of course you know what I mean. I can see the way you look at me. Just a moment ago you made a point of mentioning how attractive you find me. You're telling me these things don't serve a purpose?"

I was shocked at her direct approach.

"No! I came to you because of my friend... "

"Friend... " echoed Sylvia, grinning faintly.

"Yes, my friend," I repeated, undeterred.

"I'm not sure what you've heard, but my no matter what else they happen to be, my friends are very dear to me and I will help them when I can. That's why I came to you. And it was at great professional risk that I did so. You may question my motives all you like, and I can't say I blame you, but I am an honest man. I had no ulterior motives for coming to you."

"Are you having sex with this colleague?" she said without missing a beat, pointing at the blank tv screen, indicating the video of Courtney.

"I'm honest, Sylvia, but I'm not stupid. Whether I have a sexual relationship with Courtney or not is not the issue. I'm doing this for her, not for me," I said, meeting Sylvia's steady gaze.

She smiled and tossed her hair, then took another sip of her champagne. I could see the faint red marks on the edge of the glass from her lipstick. She was toying with me, and enjoying it. It was frustrating, and I felt helpless to avoid it. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, then deliberately placed my champagne glass on the table and stood, picking my suit jacket up off the back of the chair.

"Look, I came here to try to resolve this matter with Courtney, and I feel like that has been taken care of. Thank you for helping me, Mrs. Voynov, and if there's anything I can do in return just let me know."

I turned to go.

"Sit down. Don't be so melodramatic," she said.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like having my motives questioned. I'm helping Courtney because she's a friend. I'm complimenting you because I find you very attractive. It's a simple as that-nothing more, nothing less. I don't like playing games, and if it takes me leaving to prove that to you, then so be it," I replied, gesturing towards the door.

Sylvia appraised me silently for a moment, then nodded once. "Very well. I believe you. Now please, sit down and have a drink with me."

I put my jacket back on the chair and dropped back into my seat, picking up my glass and taking a large mouthful. Sylvia just stared at me with her enigmatic smile, and sparkling blue eyes.

"I like you. And I can see why Carmen likes you. I'm glad to have you working for us," she said simply.

I smiled weakly.

She continued, "and I can see that you're clever enough to know that we could have had this conversation in any number of places aside from an expensive hotel room, sipping champagne in front of the fire... "

She patted the couch cushion next to her, and said, "Sit here, darling."

I hesitated for a moment, then stood and sat beside her, putting my arm behind her on the back of the soft leather couch. She put her hand on the back of my head and leaned in, kissing me firmly and deeply on the mouth. Our tongues danced in each others' mouths and I felt her hand grip a fistful of my hair. I put my hand on her leg as we made out, the minutes passing, my cock stirring in my trousers.

Finally, we broke apart, both flushed and breathing hard. Her breasts rose and fell dramatically under her blouse. She looked at me with fire in her eyes, then her expression softened and she laughed softly.

"You've got... " she said, wiping her lipstick from my face with her thumb.

"Well, you've certainly passed that test," she added, looking at me approvingly. "Take off your shoes."

I quickly obeyed, removing my shoes, and when I sat back up, I noticed that Sylvia had un-tucked and unbuttoned her blouse. Her medium-sized, pale, soft breasts pouted out of the lacy black cups of her bra invitingly. Her chest was lightly flushed, and her eyes were hungry. Her fingers stroked my cheek, then moved down my neck to my shirt, setting to work on the top few buttons. I pulled my tie roughly and tossed it onto the floor. Sylvia's nimble fingers unbuttoned my shirt and she pushed it open, running her hand over my chest and abs.

"Oh my... your body is even better than it looked in that snug shirt," she purred.

I pulled her to me and kissed her again, my hand running along her thigh. Her fingers had continued their journey downward and had found my zipper, undoing it quickly. I felt her tongue writhe against mine as she reached inside my trousers. Suddenly, she gasped and pulled back, her eyes wide. She looked down, where her hand had vanished through my fly.

"That's not... " she said, then quickly pulled her hand back, deciding to go straight to the source.

She stuffed her hand into my boxers and gripped my semi-erect shaft firmly, pulling it roughly out into the open. It sprung free from my trousers, waving in the air like a charmed snake. Sylvia's small hand gripped it at the base-her fingers not able to touch around my thick girth-and squeezed it gently as she stared in awe.

"My goodness... " she breathed, amazed.

"You are incredibly well-endowed, my darling," she said, recovering herself; although her eyes were still wide and staring at my exposed penis.

"So I've been told," I replied, removing my hand from her leg so she could have the best view of my cock.

She tipped my cock down toward my knees to examine its impressive length. Her pretty blue eyes studied it thoroughly as her other hand subconsciously reached to her chest, her fingertips brushing her pouting bust. She let my cock fall back against my stomach and gently fingered my balls, rolling them about, then traced her index up the underside of my cock to the frenulum.

"Well, you certainly put my husband to shame. In more ways than one," she mused, as her hand continued up my stomach and over my chest.

Sylvia slid her legs off the couch and stood up facing me, her hands on her hips, her shirt open, her lips slightly pursed.

"Stroke it for me," she said.

It was not a suggestion-it was an order. I sat up to take my shirt off, but she stopped me with her hand.

"No. Keep it on, but open. Your trousers too. Just stroke your cock and watch me."

I wrapped my hand around my dick and began stroking it slowly, admiring Sylvia's slender frame. She watched me for a moment, then slowly peeled her blouse from her shoulders, sticking her chest out to emphasise her breasts. She let the shirt fall to the floor and ran her hands up her sides sensuously. She turned around slowly and took hold of the zipper at the back of her skirt, pulling it down inch by inch. She was wearing a pair of lacy black g-string panties, and my cock throbbed and grew in my hand as I watched her hook her thumbs in the waist of the skirt and gradually slide it down over her hips, wiggling them from side to side as the material slid over her skin.

As the skirt slid down over her firm, toned buttocks, and along her thighs, she bent over, her ass cheeks spreading slightly, the thin strip of black material appearing, just covering her asshole. She bent lower, keeping her knees straight, and I could see the edges of her pale pussy lips, barely covered by the lacy material of her panties. The skirt continued its way down, exposing her stockings. My mouth gaped at her firm, slender legs as her skirt finally reached the floor.

She held her ankles, demonstrating her impressive flexibility, and turned her head to the side to look at me. I had a powerful urge to stand up, pull her panties out of her ass crack, stuff my cock into her hot pussy, and fuck her hard and fast until I blew my load deep inside her.

"Wow... " I said, stupidly.

I was struck dumb by her sexual allure, her perfectly toned legs and buttocks, the burning expression in her eyes. She stood up straight again, her butt cheeks closing over the string of her panties. Her blouse came down just above the bottom of her butt cheeks, which had soft curves underneath where they met her legs. She shrugged her blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to her elbows, looking over her shoulder to make sure I was still stroking my cock. She needn't have worried-I was already rock hard.

She put her arms down and let her blouse slide slowly down until her hands were holding it. She then turned around quickly and tossed it at me and it landed on my face, obscuring my view. I laughed and pulled it away. She was smiling widely at me, her hands on her hips again, her eyes scanning my body, glancing approvingly at my erect manhood. She was a vision in her lingerie, her lacy black bra and panties, her stockings. Her blonde hair fell around her, framing her pretty heart-shaped face. Her clear, blue eyes sparkled mischievously and her shoulders turned inward as she stared lasciviously at my erect member. Her desire was almost palpable, and my balls tingled as I watched her devour me with her gaze.

Sylvia stepped forward and bent down, putting her hands on my knees and looking into my eyes.

"I hope you're as good at fucking as you are at your job."​