Inappropriate choices (closed for stilletoslut)

[Liplovinman]

Stan Wallace sat drumming his fingers on his desk, pushed his laptop closed and looked at his watch. Stacey was late again. For the past 6 months, Stan had endured the growing criticism, snide remarks and lewd stares – all aimed at his secretary Stacey. She arrived late at least once a week, wore wildly inappropriate clothing at least twice a week and while she did a wonderful job and had a powerfully attractive body, Stan was getting backed into a corner. Rumors were flying that the only reason Stan kept her on was because he was getting some in return for Stacey keeping her job.

All this would end today. He had her final warning on his desk, something it had taken him weeks to complete. When it came to Stacey, he only wished the rumors were true, he had a soft spot for her, not a hard one – she was like a daughter to him in some respects. He had truly hoped he could make her see that her personal choices should not influence her work life. Maybe some counseling would help here, maybe tough love was needed. Either way, she would have to straighten up, or she would be looking for another job. Great, she was almost 30 minutes late now…

 

[StilettoSlut]

Stacey sauntered through the double doors of the office, smirking at the old receptionist. The clock above the old bitch's head said she was running about 45 minutes late.

Stacey knew she couldn't keep getting away with coming into work early and leaving late. She heard the rumors and saw the look the older members of the staff gave her. Jealous eyed women with saggy tits always gave her toned, tanned body a judgmental once over. The men would move files over their crotches whenever Stacey walked by. She knew people thought she was fucking her boss. But she didn't really care. She'd let the rumors fly and one day shut them up.

In reality there could be worse rumors. Stan Wallace was a good looking guy. Sure a little older than most of the men she went for, but underneath his "you can talk to me, I'm here for you" demeanor was probably a rock hard cock and a man just waiting to be ridden.

Stacey stored her purse in her desk and turned to look in the mirror behind her door. Inspecting her makeup and then running her hands down her button down blouse, across her flat stomach and fisting her hands on her hips, she studied herself in the mirror. She wasn't bad looking. In fact she was pretty. Long brown hair fell in waves down her back. Deep wide-set brown eyes showed a hint of something naughty, and her pink mouth was a little fuller on the top lip than the bottom. A perky nose complimented her perky tits which she vowed to have plastic surgery on the minute they started to sag.

Stacey sighed. She guessed this was it. Either she was going to be fired or she was going to find a way to keep her job. Unbuttoning one more button and hiking up her skirt just a fraction of an inch more, she set off down the hall for Stan's office.

Stacey got to his office door and took a deep breath. Knocking on the door she poked her head in. "Mr. Wallace? You wanted to see me?"

 

[Liplovinman]

Stan noted the time as he turned his attention to his secretary. It took barely a moment to tick off the violations. Late nearly an hour, her blouse was open far enough to see the absence of a bra, the curve of her breasts evident as they pressed firmly in the fabric. Her skirt was another matter, he hesitated to ask her to sit down, worried what he might see if she did. Still, this had to be done, and perhaps it was best that it be over an done with now.

"Stacey, please sit down a moment." He took his time closing the door behind her, hopeful that she took the time to compose herself and her appearance as he watched the eyes of the office turn and observe him at his door.

He worked his way behind his desk, happy that he was unable to see anything below her waist as he moved comfortably and easily into his world again.

"Stacey, correct me if I am wrong, but this is the third time in 6 days that you have been more than 15 minutes late to work. Is there something I should be thinking here? What you seem to be saying is that it is not only not important that you arrive on time, but that you also think very little of me and this company. Your attire, as we have spoken about on numberous occassions is well beyond the boundaries set for you in your interview, orientation and our last discussion. Are you trying to be fired?"

 

[StilettoSlut]

Stacey licked her lips and looked around nervously. Fired? This wasn't how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to genuinely be asking if she was ok, and suggest she take a longer lunch to sort out whatever was going on in her life. There is no way she could explain to her roommates or her family how she lost another job.

Trailing her fingers down her blouse and fidgeting with the next button yet undone, Stacey stepped further into the room. Stan looked annoyed and mildly pissed. There also seemed to be something else simmering around the edges.

"N....no. Not fired. I'm sorry, Mr. Wallace. I'm just....really bad with time. And I've had car problems. And I know I need to do better. I do. Please don't fire me. I'm not trying to get fired. I like working here. Everyone is soooo nice."

Stacey walks closer to Stan's desk, punctuating her last statement. She leans over the desk trying to get her boss to see how sincere she is, "I want this job. I need this job, Mr. Wallace."

Stacey takes a moment and lets the entirety of what her boss said sink in. Thinking over his comments, she purses her lips and tilts her head, her hair falling over her breasts and dipping into her shirt.

"What about my attire, Mr. Wallace? I thought I looked nice." Stacey steps back, spreading her legs a little as she looks down and frowns slightly, her pouty lips concerned over her outfit.

Stacey tries to look as genuine as she can, ignoring the extra button undone and ignoring how she inched up her skirt. Instead she half-heartedly tries to smooth out her skirt. She runs her hands over her hips and ass, turning a little so her boss has a full view of her firm ass.

"You don't like what I wear to work?" Stacey turns back around, looking at her boss and nibbling on her lower lip.

 

[Liplovinman]

Perhaps he had come on a bit too harsh, but he had to do something here. He looked over at Stacey, doing his best to read through as much of the BS as he was able and ignoring the excuses about time, her car, the lot of what he might have expected when someone is faced with a "my way or the highway" ultimatum.

He had not expected her to ask about her attire, she certainly knew that it was not only inappropriate, but only about a stitch away from showing the world what her curves looked like without the confinement of her minimalistic wardrobe.

He knew she was trying to use her best qualities to soften him, and it was having an effect, but softening was far from the term he would use. He looked her up and down, slowly this time, allowing himself to note exactly what he saw, register it and store it away for a more private occassion, trying his best to appear professional and disinterested.

"Stacey, I realize you must be used to getting your way. You are a very attractive woman, but the extra button and the hem of your dress are not going to absolve you from the issues at hand. You have not only been repeatedly late, you seem to flaunt the fact that you have faced no discipline. Any no, you are not dressed as you should be - this is a business environment, not a nightclub."

He would have liked to move to the other side of his desk now and ask her more plainly what was happening that made getting to work on time impossible, but he knew that he might very well show his own arousal at this point, something he was not about to do in this situation. Instead he dropped his view to his desk, looked over the documentation he had prepared and then followed with a few final comments.

"Stacey, you will have the opportunity to make up the time you have been absent in one of two ways. You can either arrive early for the next few weeks, 30 minutes prior would be sufficient daily to prove your dedication, or you may stay late for the next two weeks, 30 minutes as well, to work through those same hours. There is no room for error here, whatever you choose, unless you want to leave the company, will be binding. Your signature affixed to your choice will show me your committment to making a positive change."

The rhetoric was helping, if he could steer the conversation to safety, he might just be able to stand up when she left the room with little adverse reaction. He waited for the enorimity of the situation to sink in for her.

 

[StilettoSlut]

Ok. Well obviously in hindsight the extra button and the hem of the skirt was a bit much. It's just that Stacey didn't know how to handle being in this much trouble. She was just looking for a way not to lose her job.

But coming in early was out of the equation. There was no way she was waking up an extra 30 minutes early. That would cut into her morning workout at the gym.

Stacey saw the way Stan kept nervously shifting his gage away from her. As if he would get a lawsuit slapped on him if he looked too long at her cleavage or her tanned legs.

"Mr. Wallace," Stacey began inching closer to the side of the desk and running her fingers over the deep cherry finish, "I assure you I mean no offense by my wardrobe. I'm young and I simply want to bring a vigor to the office. It seems the vendors and the clients don't mind it" she finished with a wink and a giggle.

Pausing, Stacey tried to choose her next move carefully. She didn't want to come on too strong, but looking at the rugged jawline of her boss and the way she could see his muscles under the well tailored Hugo Boss shirt, she saw something new in Stan and arched an eyebrow.

"Mr. Wallace," Stacey began inching closer to the desk and inching a hip onto the corner. She knew that the skirt inched higher on her thigh, exposing the edge of her lace thigh-high stocking, "I don't know if working early will work for me. I think it would have to be late evenings. But would you be here working with me? I feel like I could use some help brushing up on this company's policies and procedures."

 

[Liplovinman]

Stan could not put his finger on it, but he felt the change, the shift in Stacey’s tactics. He wondered if she was reading his mind, or at the very least his body as he tried to remain calm, professional and not stare at the extra opened button on her blouse that she had never corrected. He was thankful that he could not see her legs from behind the desk, but he knew from memory how long, toned and appealing they were and could not count the number of people who watched her as she moved through the office. There was no differentiation between male or female attention, there seemed equal interest from all.

These were not the thoughts he wanted in his mind at the moment, but try as he could, he was unable to push them away. Is that what she read in him? Was he that transparent that she understood how easily he might allow his glance to linger too long? He forced his attention elsewhere, desperate to calm his nerves and reduce the blood flow below his belt.

"Mr. Wallace, I assure you I mean no offense by my wardrobe. I'm young and I simply want to bring a vigor to the office. It seems the vendors and the clients don't mind it."

It was not the comment, it was the mesmerizing way she stroked the smooth finish of his desk, the stark contrast of her perfectly manicured nails sliding effortlessly across the dark grained wood. Stan allowed himself a moment to consider how it might feel to have Stacey stroking his wood. He was left staring at her fingers when Stan heard her last comment. Her giggle and wink broke the spell.

"Mr. Wallace, I don't know if working early will work for me. I think it would have to be late evenings. But would you be here working with me? I feel like I could use some help brushing up on this company's policies and procedures."

He caught a glimpse of the lace at the top of her stocking and looked back at Stacey, feeling on the ropes for a moment. Stan felt his heart beating a bit faster and the perspiration along the back of his neck. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was coming on to him.

“Stacey, if you were not in such a hurry to be out the door every night, you might realize that I am here almost an hour before the office opens and well into the evening most nights. Yes, you would be monitored, and I expect that reviewing policies and procedures would be as good a place as any to start.”

Stan made a few notes on the document he had prepared to give Stacey, formalizing their meeting and what had been discussed. He took his time, aware that she took great interest in his actions, for her own sake.

“Stacey, what I am completing here is a formal final warning for the issues we have discussed to this point. I will not enter this into your permanent record if you are successful in making up the time you have missed, during your regular working hours. Please remember that I will expect that you will make up a minimum of 2.5 hours a week, or at least 30 minutes a day. I am here at least an hour after your day would normally conclude, if you choose to make up more time than 30 minutes, that will be up to you. This is also contingent on your being to work on time as well. Do you have an questions?”

Stan felt his mind moving into a comfortable zone, but he had been inhaling her fragrance for some time now. It was fresh, inviting and a portion of his mind wondered how it would taste against her skin...

 

[StilettoSlut]

"Mr. Wallace," Stacey leaned forward, trying to read what her boss was writing, simultaneously allowing him a glimpse down her shirt, "I leave right after here for lot of reasons. I'm not going to make excuses. But if you want me to start staying, and if you'll stay with me, then I'll be happy to put in the extra time."

Stacey slid off the desk and inched closer to her boss, flicking glances at her boss and hoping she wasn't off base.

"Is there a way we can avoid the formal write-up? I promise I'll do what needs to be done to correct my behavior." She was standing a few feet away from him now and could see the creases in his forehead from concern and the way the muscles in his hand flexed on the pen he was holding like he was trying to restrain himself from something.

"We could even start discussing policies now. Do you want to start by outlining the dress code? My punctuality?"

Stacey licked her lips and smiled, "what would you like to start on, Mr. Wallace?" She punctuated his name by leaning forward a little, aware that her boss's gaze was trying to not stray to the bait she was laying for him.

 

[Liplovinman]

"Mr. Wallace, I leave right after here for lot of reasons. I'm not going to make excuses. But if you want me to start staying, and if you'll stay with me, then I'll be happy to put in the extra time."

Stan held his breath momentarily, he was certain he had glanced a nipple as Stacey leaned forward. A very pert, nipple that now seemed visible everytime he allowed his eyes to fall to her well formed breasts. The trickle of sweat began to bead along his collar and he felt the heat rising as she inched closer. He eyes darted smoldering looks that were changing the dynamic completely. Stacey was pushing buttons he didn't know he had.


"Is there a way we can avoid the formal write-up? I promise I'll do what needs to be done to correct my behavior."

Stan had an iron grip on his pen, forcing himself to look at the paperwork. He bought precious time by bringing it into focus. Stacey was cose enough now to see the effect she was having on him, and despite his efforts, his body was reacting favorably to her attention.

Clearing his throat, he heard Stacey continue. "We could even start discussing policies now. Do you want to start by outlining the dress code? My punctuality?"

"What would you like to start on, Mr. Wallace?"

Stan was painfully aware of what was happening, he was being trapped. Struggle as he might, his composure was unravelling. He would replay the image of her tongue on her lips, the slow movement and wet, pink heaven for several weeks in the future. He swallowed and without looking up, stated the only thing he could think of at the moment.

"Please sit down Ms Alden." He waited, not looking up for several minutes, willing the temperature in the room to return to normal. It had been at least three minutes before he put the pen on the table and looked directly into Stacey's eyes.

"Ms Alden," he hoped using her last name would take some of the familiarity out of the exchange, "You are as aware as I that you are an attractive woman. You accentuate the fact with the choices you make in clothing, how you wear it and the manner in which you handle yourself on a daily basis. No doubt there are a number of men who find this enticing, giving you attention you might not otherwise receive. But as this is a business, there is no room for overtly suggestive attire."

"Please stand for me, Ms Alden." He waited patiently for her to comply.

 

[StilettoSlut]

Stacey felt her boss's shift in demeanor and knew he was fighting every urge just to throw her over the desk and fuck her senseless. She held back a smile and tried to remain in control.

Would it really be so bad if they hooked up? They're both attractive individuals and she was sure she could make it worth both of their while.

Stacey stayed a moment longer after her boss asked her to sit down, then stood and turned to walk around the room, allowing Stan a few of her ass before pausing by a picture of him with some higher ups taken at a conference last year. She turned, trying to catch her boss staring and leering at her body.

"Mr. Wallace," Stacey began, licking her lips, "do you find my attire enticing? Is that the real issue here? Are you finding it difficult to concentrate?"

Stacey slowly walked back towards her boss before standing next to his chair, and leaned back on the desk.

"You can be honest, Mr. Wallace. I'm not going to sue you for looking at my tits. I just want the facts to be laid out there if you're going to be putting this on my permanent record."

 

[Liplovinman]

Stan looked at Stacey for a moment, wondering carefully what her motives might be, aside from expunging her record. He enjoyed looking at her, but she was a distraction, to be certain.

"Stacey, ahem, Ms Alden... you are in every way a distraction. I think you can understand the effect you have on the men and even some of the women here. If it is not worrying over your arrival time, it is worrying over your potential for a wardrobe malfunction." For the first time he allowed himself a brief chuckle. He hoped she might join in.