The Office Mistress (Closed for Zak1000)

[MadMissJ]

She wasn’t as mousy as some of the women around the office had been sniping about. The rumors were that she was little more than a waifish thing, on the shy side, she’d only been to a company party back when she’d been in high school, Jillian Adair had been perhaps on the lanky side, all arms and legs back then, driving the bright red Porsche that her Daddy had bought her.

But that certainly wasn’t the image from the second story window where some of the office women (and some curious men) gathered to catch a glimpse of little Jill all grown up.

And it wasn’t her father’s bright red car she was arriving in. No, the was a black motorcycle, with pink flames matching her helmet that sat on top of her flying white blond hair. Her little white skirt flipped and waved up her thighs, to the point where it was almost indecent, before she pulled into the parking space that had been taken by the last boss and given to her.

He hadn’t been fired, only demoted. But it was all the same to Jillian.

She removed her helmet, and grabbed her briefcase from the back of her bike, to slowly make her way up to her office. The leather jacket she wore was unzipped to just below her breasts, thrusting one of her most captivating features, out for the world.

Jill was stunning. Sun kissed skin, long blond hair that reminded everyone that she was a surfer girl from California. Long legs and a skirt that was too short to be entirely suitable for the office.

The woman walked pass everyone in the office, ignoring hellos and greetings. There was one place she wanted to go, her office. And when she ventured into the room, there was a bit of shock on her face. Her decorator hadn’t been in yet, this was still a masculine room with large furniture, with those dark wood accents, it screamed male.

Jillian frowned and set her briefcase and helmet down, her blue eyes staring at the man that was behind his desk.

Where her desk should be.

“Excuse me.” The voice was anything but begging for forgiveness.

“Did you not recall that today was moving day…?” She lifted an elegant eyebrow.

“Mister…?” She blanked on the name, but crossed her arms in front of her, in the most hostile body language she could muster.

[Zak1000]

Zak had assumed the whole thing was some sort of dumb joke. He sends years working his ass off and six months after his ig promotion he was demoted. Not becuase of something he did, nooo, it was becuase some CEO's little brat wanted to play office. He'd reacted in the only way that seemed at all reasonable to him. He did nothing, just going about his week as he normally would.

They'd changed his parking space. They were really hopng he'd get the point. He parked where his name was. He knew this whole act was childish but so was the decesion to give such an important position to someone who probably hadn't had an honest days work in their life. He'd worked his way up from the bottom and like hell was he going to take this lying down.

The tall, blond man had spent that week pacing the office that soon wouldn't be his as it slowly dawned on him this was no joke. He wanted to go to whoever made this decision and quit in person... But times were tough, he wasn't assured a job as good as the one they demoted him into.

The man behind the desk wore a nice suit, with a plain tie and all in all not nearly as interesting a choice of outfits as the one that walked through his door that mourning. He starred but it wasn't as though anybody hadn't. If he was going to seem professional he'd have to try his best to resist gazing at the beautiful cleavage in front of him... But no. No, he was going to cold and professional about all of this.

"-Wilson. Zachary Wilson." he finished for her. "And I believe there's been some sort of mistake regarding this position." he went on. He knew e was wrong, and wasn't even sure what he was trying, there was no mistake, and he'd have to take orders from her from now on. But it wasn't like he could just sit back and let it happen. A voice in the very back of his head told him that letting it happen would probably be the only smart thing to do at this point.

The voice of reason could wait though. First he'd have a talk with daddy's girl.

[MadMissJ]

“You’re right, there was a big mistake regarding this position.” The leggy blond didn’t tear her eyes from him, they were dark and menacing, and the words that dripped off her tongue were coolly cruel.

“They realized it just after promoting you, Mr. Wilson. Which is why I am here, pissed that you were given a weeks notice and you are still not out of my office. I see that you caught on to where you were supposed to park, so it makes me wonder why this is so hard for you.” Jillian was seething, they were playing a game of who’d dick was bigger. He thought that since he’d been promoted that he was the big dog, well he was going to find out just how low he could go on this corporate food chain.

“My interior designer is going to be here in ten minutes, I have two meeting set this morning that are going to take up most of my day. So let me tell you what is going to happen Zach, so we can both get on with our day without anymore confusion.” Jillian walked toward him, putting both hands on the edge of that dark wood desk, leaning in so he would be forced to try and avoid looking down her shirt, and stare her straight in the eyes. It was a tactic she’d learned, a lot of “misunderstandings” could be avoided in the office by a great pair of tits.

“Your desk is right outside my door. You are my executive assistant now. I expect to have briefings on my desk as well as progress reports on our cases and clients every morning before I walk in. If they aren’t its grounds for dismissal. I like my coffee with cream no sugar and if I have to deal with this sort of scene again, I will kick your ass myself, I don’t have time for pissing contests.”

With the end of that tirade, there was a large sweeping motion of her arm and hand, swiping all that was on top of that desk onto the floor with several crashes and thuds.

“Clean that up before my designer gets here.” She sniped with a curl of her lip. Perching herself on the newly empty desk.

“Do I make myself clear Mr. Wilson? You are my assistant now. I own your time, if I want you to pick up my dry cleaning, you do it. If I want my schedule cleared, you do it. I don’t like being questioned. There are a lot more promising assistants out there, you are just lucky I convinced my father to keep you on. I want you to remember that.”

[Zak1000]

He'd listened to her with silent rage, trying to not let anything show in his expression. He was usually cool and level headed, and that's why he'd gotten the job in the first place but right now he wanted nothing more then to hit this arrogant bitch. He didn't. He kept his poker face through it all, keeping his outburst mental.

She wanted him to get her coffee, and her dry cleaning?! He was being demoted to- What? secretary? He'd been great at his job, he'd earned it! Now somebodies come in and gets it because their dad owns the place. He knew he was in the right here. To top it all off she expected to believe that he would have been fired if it wasn't for her. He was starring into her eyes. He knew that he couldn't quit, so he'd need to keep it professional from now on. With a body like that, it'd be difficult... He scolded himself for even thinking that. If anyone was able to use their looks it was him, his handsome looks and charms had gotten the attention of most of the women in the office.

He had to take a quiet deep breathe before standing up, picking up everything she'd swept off his- her desk and on o the floor, and headed out of the office with a little "Yes, ma'am." of defeat.

He'd put the things on the desk outside of her office. He sat their in contemplation for a few minutes. None of this made any sense. Why did she want him to believe she was responsible for him still having his job? And why was she even keeping him around? Obvious this woman hated his guts...

[Zak1000]

[bump?]

[MadMissJ]

Her decorator had come and gone. A flamboyant guy she’d known since college. He didn’t normally make these sorts of calls to office spaces, but she’d requested it of him since he’d done her condo. She liked a man who knew her style, knew what she liked to do with her space.

Unlike the man who sat outside of her door.

Jill sat at her computer typing up corrections to some of the files she’d been handed, it was light work, perfect to work on before heading home. A mindless task that left her open for musings. Between her meetings she hadn’t had the chance to really think on what had happened this morning.

Well, apparently her secretary liked to throw his weight around. She had no idea why she let his little insurrection bother her so much, Jill liked to think that it was only setting her foot down on the first day. But secretly, she liked to bend handsome men to her will. It was a little kink of hers. She’d had it though high school, only she’d thought of it more as exercising her feminine whiles. It had really come into it’s own in college, each little boy that fawned over her gave her more security, more trust in herself and her body.

She didn’t date, no; she liked to use the men she saw. Like the way they would fall all over themselves to get into bed with her. Humiliate themselves for a chance at the prize beneath the leather and lace. She knew that Zak was the same. He had that look to him, the look that said ‘make me crawl’. Jill could picture him thinking to himself out there, maybe even mumbling about how no woman ever talked to him like that.

Jill stopped typing to smile, reaching over a manicured nail to buzz his desk with her phone.

“Zak. I need you to come in my office please.” She told him, leaving little room for a reply as she removed her finger from the com.

[Zak1000]

He drummed his fingers on the desk, and indeed, was thinking about the mourning confrontation. The more he thought about i the stupider his actions seemed. Sure, he thought it was ridiculous that he was being replaced by someone without nearly his experience, but he very well could have lost his job because of his attitude, and there was no guarantee anyone else would hire him in this sort of economy. He decided he'd apologize the next time he saw her.

The other thing on his mind was how she responded to him. Nobody in his years working there had anybody been so aggressive, so assertive, and it made him shudder. Something about a beautiful woman who liked taking charge was a turn on to him- unfortunately he hadn't met many. He tried to shake off these sorts of thoughts though, even looking at her wrong could be trouble...

The thing he hated most about this new job was there wasn't enough to do. He'd gotten everything in order for this new boss within a few hours, and now he was left him too much time to think. He was rescued by the intercom cutting through the silence. Before he could saw 'Yes Ma'am.' the intercom cut out.

He got up, and took a deep breathe. Hopefully she wasn't changing her mind about keeping him on as her assistant.He was a little nervous about this, but tried not to let it show as he entered her office, with a small friendly smile. "You wanted to see me Ms. Adair?"

[Zak1000]

[I'm just curious here. I know you've got that warning in your sig, and I've already bumped this threas, but is it okay if I do this every once and a while? Since it's been over a week? I'm not trying to seem impatient, and I really don't men to bother you!]