Jenny, Pt. 2 – Jenny’s Desk Job

The phone rang. Jenny waited, hoping it didn’t mean He was going to be late.

Hello, my pet. There’s been a change of plans. I had to go to the office to meet with a client—and he’s made a lot of last-minute changes, which means that I have to stay here for awhile. So I want you to come down here to my office so I can amuse myself with you while I work.

Tell the receptionist you’re my new assistant—she’ll tell you where to find me. Dress appropriately. See you soon…

Darn, Jenny thought. She’d been looking forward to having Him come over. She’d put on her gauzy “l’il girl” party dress and petticoats, and He had promised to play Wicked Uncle Ernie with her. Darn, darn, darn!

Well, it would just have to wait until next time. She hurried into her bedroom to change…but into what, she wondered. She’d never been to His office—what would be ‘appropriate’ dress for His assistant?

She decided to play it safe and go with executive/conservative. He liked that sometimes. She carefully removed her party dress and petticoats, looking wistfully at them before putting them away in the closet and taking out one of her ‘office’ role-playing outfits. It was a somewhat dowdy gray herringbone skirt-and-jacket set that she wore with a white or pinstripe blouse, a brooch or bow, and low heels. And glasses, sometimes.

The most important question was what to wear underneath. Sexy or deliberately boring?

She looked down at herself. She hadn’t gotten around to putting on her shoes and socks when He’d called, so now she was wearing only a pair of white cotton panties with little pictures of Tweety Bird all over them.

Hmm… That might be an interesting surprise for Him, she thought, beginning to grow excited. Especially with a lacy black garter-belt and stockings—yes!

She began to rummage quickly through her lingerie drawer.

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Jenny looked around timidly as she stepped out of the elevator. She’d had no trouble finding the office—it was in one of the tallest and best-known structures in the city, and the company He worked for occupied an entire floor of it. She knew He didn’t go there much, preferring to work at home and communicate by email and teleconferencing. But sometimes, like today, he had to put in a personal appearance—and He was important enough to have His own office kept on stand-by for Him.

As Jenny approached the receptionist’s desk she realized she’d overdone it with her choice of clothing—everyone she saw was stylishly casual. Jenny caught the receptionist’s somewhat dismissive glance at her and wished she had at least left her hair down instead of clipping it up into a somewhat fierce-looking bun behind her head. He hadn’t told her to do that—which might displease Him—but she had thought at the time that it went with the role she was to play. Oh well, she thought, too late now.

The receptionist told Jenny where to find His office, and she hurried through the maze of halls and cubicles until she found the door with His name on it. She raised her hand to knock, then hesitated when she heard His voice. If he was with a client or a co-worker she didn’t want to interrupt. She leaned closer to the door and heard a second voice…but it was tinny, metallic-sounding. Someone on a speakerphone, she thought, that should be all right.

She knocked lightly and heard Him say, “Hang on a second, Bob…” then call, “Come in!” She turned the knob and entered His office. It was fair-sized—not much bigger than the living room in her small apartment—and almost entirely taken up by a huge desk. On top of the desk were a number of different computer components, dominated by a huge flat-screen monitor. She couldn’t even see Him behind it until He stood up to see who was at the door.

When He saw her He stopped for a second, taking in and evaluating her appearance. Jenny held her breath when His gaze paused on her ‘executive’ hairstyle…then let it out again when He gave her a quick nod and gestured for her to come and stand beside him. She hurried around the desk and stood at his right as He seated Himself again. In His business clothes He looked so different from what she was used to – so much more refined than the somewhat thuggish, black-clad appearance he presented when He came to her apartment.

He was sitting in one of those fancy executive swivel-chairs and facing the monitor, which immediately drew her attention. It was filled with a number of smaller windows—charts, graphs, documents-and she had no idea what any of them meant, but they were colorful to look at. Then her gaze was snagged by two even smaller windows because they were moving slightly, and she was a little startled to see that in one of them was a picture of Him…and it was duplicating His every movement and gesture from the shoulders up.

She just had time to notice the small camera mounted on the side of the monitor and realize that He was video-conferencing with someone when He said, “Bob, this is Jenny, my assistant. Jenny, this is Bob Barnstable, who’s the liaison with the client I met with today,” and reached out to swivel the camera up towards her face. She blinked as she saw herself appear on the monitor, but managed to smile and say hello to the harassed-looking man in the other window.

Bob acknowledged her presence with a nod and a distracted “Nice to meet you,” then, obviously returning to the discussion she’d interrupted, continued, “Now, if we go with these new parameters, we’re going to have to completely re-think the marketing strategy for the third quarter, right?”

The camera swung away from her and back to Him. “Not necessarily,” He replied. “Hang on just one more sec.” He turned to look at Jenny. “Jenny, why don’t you take a look at these reports and see if you can give me a quick summary, all right?”

He was pointing to a completely vacant area of his desk, right in front of where she was standing. Jenny stared back at him, utterly bewildered. “The print is kind of tiny,” He continued, taking her by the elbow and pulling her down toward the desk, “Don’t strain your eyes.”

By now He had her hand and elbow flat on the desk, and Jenny suddenly understood that He was instructing her to take a specific pose—one with which she was extremely familiar. He had already turned His attention back to Bob, and was saying, “Okay, look, if you roll out the print ads as scheduled but redistribute the other media buys…” But Jenny was no longer listening. She quickly placed her other arm on the desk in the same position—bending the upper half of her body nearly horizontal to do so—and stood with her legs apart and her behind in the air.

By turning her head slightly she could see Him—He was still talking to Bob, but she saw Him glance quickly at His image on the screen and then over at her, and she immediately understood that He was checking exactly how wide an area the camera covered.

And when she felt his warm, dry fingers brush casually against the back of her nylon-covered knee she knew why He had done so…and shuddered deliciously.

There He was, chatting away about seasonal inventory cycles and other arcane mysteries with Bob, while just out of camera range His hand was now under her skirt and sliding sensuously up the back of her thigh. It was almost as if He were fondling her while another man was in the room with them, she thought—and had to suppress a groan of arousal.

He stroked her with just the lightest touch of His fingertips—first the back, then the inside of her thigh, just high enough to give her a quivering sensation between her legs and cause her to breathe a little harder. She felt Him tracing the top of her stocking, then toying idly with one of the straps of her garter belt—sliding a finger under it, stretching and loosening it, occasionally pulling it out and letting it snap against her thigh hard enough to make her skin tingle there, making her gasp and wonder if the snap had been audible at the other end of the line. She smiled to herself as she realized that she hoped it was.

She heard Him saying, “…But you’ve got to move on this before the competition does. You can’t afford to fall behind,”—just as she felt His hand moving up onto her behind. Ohhhh…god, His palm felt so hot through her cotton panties! She loved the way He took possession of her, stroking and squeezing first one cheek then the other as if they belonged to Him.