Staying late has benefits (closed for myself and slavedina)

[Last_Rider]

John Silva was standing just outside the door to the office he'd got a job in. It didn't look too intimidating, and most people wouldn't think twice about stepping across the threshold. John was freshly out of prison though. He'd long been comfortable with his dominant side, but apparently the last submissive he'd been involved with wasn't. When her social circle found out what was going on she'd cried foul, and John had paid the price. It had taken two years before she'd admitted the truth, but in some ways the damage had been done.

People convicted of what John had been convicted of tend to be targets in prison, and he'd been forced to fight frequently. He'd been slashed a few times, and bore the long scars on his forearms, and a couple of nasty one's across his upper back that he knew he'd need to cover with tattoos. For now a couple of them were too new to be worked on. After he'd been released John had found a job, mostly low level menial work in the office he was now standing outside. He was suing the city at the moment, but there was little doubt he'd get a settlement. In the interim he needed a job, and this place had provided.

His blond hair was cut in a very businesslike style, green eyes still sharp and piercing after time in prison. He'd had to size people up quickly, and couldn't afford to miss movement. Getting back into society would take some getting used to, and he took another deep breath before he pushed at the door and moved into the bustling office space.

 

[slavedina]

Marcy looked up at a knock. "Come in."

Stacy entered and looked nervous and excited. "There's a new guy in here. He looks like a hired hit-man. Maybe you should be the one to show him the ropes."

"No way!" Marcy denied. "I've got enough work to do. I'm sure the guy can't be that bad. You take charge of him. I'm up to my neck with work to do."

Shaking her head, Stacy grabbed Marcy's hand. "Come on, I'll take you to him. Get a look at him for yourself. Then you'll see what I'm talking about. We'll be lucky if he doesn't sleep with anyone."

Dragging Marcy, Stacy led her out to the central office area. Ringing phones, fax machines buzzing, printers spitting out paper filled the air. A tall blonde dude looking very intimidating stood right next to another worker.

Seeing him, Marcy gasped and almost soaked her panties with juice. Shaking her head, she denied her reaction and walked forward to meet him, Stacy following.

"John Silva," Stacy said. "I'd like you to meet Marcella Fitzwilliam, the CEO of our company."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Silva," Marcy said curtly, then turned on her heel and left the room for her office.

 

[Last_Rider]

John smiled at the young woman who came up to meet him when he entered the office. She was nervous, that became evident very quickly, but that wasn't uncommon, John had to learn to set people at ease instead of intimidate them. She introduced herself as Stacy, then excused herself to get the person who would show him around.

She returned with a very attractive woman who was introduced as Marcella. They exchanged a quick greeting then she turned and headed back towards her office. John was a little perplexed.

"I guess she's busy huh. I promise I wont take up much of your time, I'm a quick study."

Stacy flushed a little, but apparently without her boss to shunt him off on she did show him around for a little bit. Once John had a sense of the basic layout of the office and his duties she went back to her desk and continued working. John worked for a few hours, then found himself stuck. He needed to see Marcella, so he made sure he looked normal and knocked on her door.

"Ms. Fitzwilliam, I need some signatures from you."

 

[slavedina]

Marcy heard the voice and immediately went on the defense.

"Come in," she said. Seeing him again sent her pulse racing for some reason. Shaking her head, she swallowed nervously and held out a hand for the papers. Reminding herself to be curteous, she asked, "How are things? You settling in alright?"

Not expecting an answer, she quickly signed the forms and handed them back to him.

"Now leave please and shut the door on your way out."

Turning back to her computer, she pretended to work while she secretly studied him. He reeked of confidence and danger, something she always tried to steer clear of. No reason to think he sensed her weaknesses. Not that she had any, except around him, apparently. She'd seen handsome men in her past, but none had ever stirred her the way he did with apparent ease.

He probably practiced that look in the mirror everyday, Marcy thought wickedly. He has no place in my office and I will soon see him kicked out for some offence.

 

[Last_Rider]

John was picking something up from Marcella. It was faint, but she seemed brusque and maybe even a little nervous around him. The brusqueness could easily be her busy schedule, someone in her position was usually doing at least three different things. The nerves, well he was new, maybe she was trying to adjust to him. Still, it was odd, and seemed to pull at his core. He smiled and excused himself after she'd dismissed him, and closed the door behind him.

Menial work let the mind wander, and John was indeed doing menial work. He ran papers from office to office, fielded issues that weren't important enough for Marcella to deal with right now, just really basic stuff. Then came a call that sounded important. He transferred the call to Marcella's office and slowed his work pace. Whatever it was it didn't sound like the best possible news.

 

[slavedina]

Feeling feverish, Marcy quickly went on several favorite sites, looking at pictures of girls tied up and helpless. Hiking up her skirt, she fingered her wet, naked pussy hard. Eyes glazing over, she took out a dildo and slooowly fucked herself on it. In a few minutes, her whole world consisted of only the pictures, the dildo, and her own desire. Soon it wasn't a dildo fucking her, but a man. A hard, dark, and dangerous man who's eyes suspiciously reminded her of John's.

When the phone rang, she jumped, startled. Dropping the dildo, she patted her hair down and fixed her clothing before answering the phone.

"H-Hello? This is Marcella Fitzwilliams speaking. How may I help you?" Heart beating fast, she swallowed nervously as she began to answer some questions. She was glad no one could see her. Looking things up on her computer, she answered more and more questions. Something was wrong, she sensed. Something big.

"Sir, what are you getting at, if I may ask?"

"It's simple," the man replied. "I need 30 new ideas in 4 days or your fired!"

"B-but that's impossible, Sir," she stammered. "No way do we have the man-power to come up with 30 new designs in 4 days."

"Well, you better do it somehow. You're ass is on the line. You get that?"

"Y-yes Sir."
"Good." He hung up.

Shaking her head, she wondered what to do. She would have to come up with something for him, even if not the whole thing. She quickly placed several calls, asking some staff to stay late. None could. Sighing, she knew what she had to do. She had no choice about it. She buzzed John Silva to her office.

 

[Last_Rider]

John was ready when he was buzzed to come into Marcella's office. She looked stressed, and she spoke rapidly, detailing her problem. John nodded before she even really asked her question.

"Yeah, I can stay late, it wont be a problem. In the interim I'll make sure everyone who can be reassigned to this will be. Don't worry, we'll take care of this."

He smiled before turning and again closing the door behind him. The next few hours were spent assigning new tasks, getting as many people set to help Marcella with the new design presentations. Of course there wasn't really enough time left in the day to get too much done, but now that everyone was organized hopefully tomorrow would go much better.

John sat at his desk, brainstorming his own ideas mostly, and making notes to try and fire up the imagination. Slowly everyone else started heading home, though John made sure a few of them took some home with them. His dangerous stare hadn't lost any potency since being out of prison it seemed. When everyone else was gone he knocked on Marcella's door.

"Everyone's gone, I think working in the same space might make this a little bit easier."

 

[slavedina]

Busy working on the problem, she nodded absently. She couldn't help glancing down at the floor and gasped as she sees her dildo still there. Bending down, she grabbed it and thrust it into a drawer, blushing.

Unable to help herself, she stared at porn pictures online instead of working. Her brain felt dried up and used. She couldn't think at all.

 

[Last_Rider]

John worked for about an hour, then he noticed that Marcella wasn't doing much of anything. She was staring absently at the monitor of her computer. Curious, John got up and moved behind her, looking over her shoulder. He was confronted with a variety of images, all explicit, depicting women in bondage, women kneeling, there was actually quite a cross section of ideas represented on her screen.

"So this is how you use your spare time?"

 

[slavedina]

Jumping, Marcy looked back at him, hitting a key to clear the screen.

"I couldn't think. This relaxes me." Shaking her head, flustered, she opened a drawer to get some papers out and saw the dildo glaring out at her. Blushing, she shoved the toy deeper in the drawer and took out the papers.

"You should get back to work. I can fire your ass so easily, it's pathetic. You aren't needed here. I can just call up some friends and they will do the work easily and much better than you can," she bluffed. She really had no one, but he didn't know that.

 

[Last_Rider]

John raised his eyebrows when a dildo rolled into view over some papers one one of Marcella's drawers. Her speech got the gears in his head turning though. He'd had to read people much more dangerous than Marcella.

"Oh that's a load of crap."

John kept his voice light, playful. He didn't need to get fired, even though he doubted she would.

"No way you keep the new guy late on a big deal if you can possibly help it. Relax, I'm not going to blackmail you or anything."

 

[slavedina]

Blowing out a breath, Marcy nodded.

"Well, now you know, so get back to work. You're getting overtime and the only reason I haven't left yet is cuz I don't trust you with a damn key!" Huffing, she returned to looking at the pictures and ignored him. Ignorance was the best escuse, she thought, absorbing them.

 

[Last_Rider]

John couldn't help but chuckle a little when Marcella tried to dismiss him.

"Yeah, that's the reason. Your mind is locked into those images, and you're not thinking clearly. That's going to hamper your work."

John reached over and laid his hand over hers on the mouse, scrolling through the pictures.

"Besides, I don't need to blackmail you. You can't help yourself, you'll obey me."

The words were whispered right into her ear as he clicked on one specific picture. The woman was chained to the floor, a man dressed all in black had his back to the camera, but two fingers were apparently moving rapidly in and out of her wet sex.

"That one looks nice, see how she has enough play in the chains to move, but no chance at all of influencing what's happening to her?"

 

[slavedina]

She didn't know what he was talking about. Yeah, the pic was nice, but the other thing? Where he said she'd obey just because? Yeah right. That would never happen. No way! It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it. He would have to blackmail her to get her to do anything. Just because he found her secret, it didn't mean he'd tell anyone.

"You can't blackmail me cuz I can fire your ass fast and no one would question me. No one, you little brat," she said. "And I won't do what you tell me. I'm the one in charge, not you. You'll never take control of me. Your a small boy who doesn't have what it takes. No one does. And I'm a dom, not a sub."

Shaking her head, Marcy refused to look at the screen and set to work on drawing ideas. Unfortunately, she had stared too long at the screen and drew a woman inside a cage, chained, and unable to get out. Her hand speeding over the paper, she didn't even look at what she drew until she finished. Done with it, she looked at it and gasped, seeing the caged woman staring out sadly at the opened cage door for the first time. Freedom for the poor woman was only a few feet away, but impossible to reach.

"I didn't draw that!" Marcy whispered fiercely. "I couldn't have. I'm not like this at all."

 

[Last_Rider]

It took a fair amount of restraint for John not to laugh at Marcella's little outburst. He'd seen it before, people new or just interested. He just smiled and went back to work while she sketched something down. When she whispered something John stood and looked down at what she'd drawn.

"You're denying your nature you know. It's part of the reason your feeling flustered and unable to really think. You're trying incredibly hard to be something you aren't."

As he spoke John gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch light and comforting.

 

[slavedina]

Startled, Marcy looked back at him, wondering what was next.

"What do you want? I am who I am. Nothing can change me. I have work to do now and so do you. I won't fire you and you won't tell anyone what you saw."

She looked down at her drawing and quickly hid it before he could see it.