Demoted and...

1) Dinner at Riverside

All the note said was "Dinner. 8:00. Riverside Grill." It was in my secretary's handwriting but I knew it must be a message from Carrie. Andrea, that's my secretary, always hated taking messages from Carrie and would only write down the most important parts. Riverside was our old hangout where we would drink our weekends away. It was a quarter to six now and by the time I got my jog in and showered, I could make it to Riverside by 7:30.

I paged Andrea in and asked her to clarify the message. It was a shame that she and Carrie couldn't get along but, given the circumstances, I understood. She hit the lights in the main lobby now that everyone was gone and came into my office. She sat her firm little butt on the corner of my desk and I rubbed her leg as she told me that Carrie had some big news for me and thought that Riverside would be perfect to tell me but that she wasn't supposed to tell me that. Andrea leaned in to me as I pushed my hand further up her skirt.

"Are those the panties I bought you?" I asked, feeling the edge of the lace that stood between my fingers and her supple pussy.

"Mmmhmmm" she said, proud to be showing them off. She swung her leg around my desk and moved her butt onto my crotch.

"Would you like to see them better?" she asked, pushing her skirt up to her navel as she leaned in and kissed my neck.

I didn't get a very clear look at her lacy little butt as I was unbuttoning her blouse and unclasping her bra. She wrestled with my belt buckle but it wasn't too difficult to get clothes off of my 140lb frame. She arched her back and placed a breast in front of my face, grinding on my crotch as I squeezed her little bottom.

"Hey! Let's do it in the conference room!" She squealed.

The conference room had twelve foot floor to ceiling windows facing onto Berker Street but I agreed anyway. Fucking Andrea was a privilege for any man and if she wanted to do it in the conference room, then we'll do it in the conference room.