George was on speaker phone. His voice did not betray the level of anger he was feeling in that moment.

“Yes, those numbers are correct. I'll get them sent to you asap. But I promise, you won't get a better offer than this,” He said, glancing at his watch.

“Excellent. Thank you so much. I'll email them across soon. We'll be in touch. Good bye,” he said with a fake grin on his face.

He jabbed the call end button furiously and stood up huffing and puffing in a rage.

He started pacing back and forth in his office, getting increasingly annoyed as time ticked by. She was supposed to send the numbers to him earlier. And she was fucking late. Again. Who the fuck did she think she was making him wait? He was her fucking boss!

Jessica was a new recruit. He had taken a gamble hiring her. She was the head of operations in her last role and had been made redundant. Having spent a long time looking for a similar role she finally caved and looked for jobs she deemed beneath her. He had taken pity on her and hired her immediately, knowing how tough the market was out there.

Jessica was used to being in control. It was one of the reasons George initially liked her, that confidence and her naturally persuasive personality. But now he was starting to regret his decision. He could feel his authority over her weakening and it rattled him.

At that thought there was a rap at the door. George didn't know why, but he took a moment to compose himself and briefly glanced in the mirror. He readjusted his tie. Not bad for a guy in his fifties, he thought to himself. He eyed himself up and down through his glasses, admiring how he looked in his crisp white shirt and navy blue tie.

There was another urgent rap at the door.

"Come in!" he barked.

In walked Jessica, strolling casually in her black stilettos, looking as cocky as ever. George couldn't help but admire her slender body in a tight fitting red dress and tights sheer enough to reveal her toned calves. He could feel himself getting hot in her presence, this woman really got to him.

"You're late. Again," he said, looking at her coldly.

"It's only thirty minutes, chill the fuck out," she fired out her response whilst smirking at him, inching closer to him.

George’s anger was instant. He frowned, eyebrows furrowed as he leant forwards, closer to her.

"It's not just that. You were supposed to send me the numbers. I had to make them up and work my charm!” he shouted at her, moving his face closer to hers.

Jessica laughed in response. George was absolutely fuming.

“Count yourself lucky they still accepted my offer. We have a huge problem here Jessica. You're arrogant and you have a problem with me being in charge," he blurted out, spit flying over her shoulder.

Jessica moved closer to him now, hand on her hip, stance firm. George moved even closer too, their faces almost touching. Jessica could see him wavering slightly.

"I don't think you really want to be in charge," she said confidently. She paused for a second as their eyes locked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," George interjected.

"Shut the fuck up," Jessica said quietly, but with an undertone of authority.

George was slightly taken aback by this, but his body reacted in an unexpected way. He couldn't deny the thrill he was feeling at that moment. He did as he was told and remained quiet in anticipation.

Unexpectedly, she pushed him back onto his desk and shoved his chest down so he was flat. George looked shocked and opened his mouth to object.

"I told you to shut the fuck up!" She said again, this time with more vengeance. George groaned slightly, realising he was losing control, fast.

"You're not going to talk anymore. Understand?" She asked, daring him to say no.

He nodded submissively as he watched.

She leant down, kicked off her stilettos and delicately slid down her tights, followed by a lace black thong. She threw them to the floor. George's breath became shallow. Was this really happening? He should stop this. But, he submitted, feeling pathetic and powerless. He did precisely nothing but watch and wait with bated breath.

George watched in shock as Jessica clambered onto the desk, straddling his chest with her bare pussy. He imagined what it looked like. It didn't take long for him to find out. She raised her hips and shuffled forward, positioning her pussy on top of his face.

The smell of her roused him. He lifted his head, inviting her closer. Jessica responded, slamming her pussy onto his face.

“I'm in fucking charge here. Not you. Eat my fucking cunt now.” She said as she started grinding on George's mouth. He instinctively released his tongue, enabling her to position her lips and clit perfectly. She rocked back and forth in a frenzy, her hip movements getting faster and more intense. George grabbed hold of her hips, but Jessica immediately snatched hold of his hands and pushed them behind his head, enabling her to thrust her soaking wet pussy harder onto his face.

George was completely lost, drenched in her juices and lost in her energy. She tasted delicious and the vision of her riding his face from below was so arousing his cock leaked precum and throbbed mercilessly through his trousers.

In a flash she jerked her head back, flicking her long dark hair down her shoulders. She gasped and drove her pussy onto his mouth a few more times as she came, each movement harder as she shuddered into her orgasm.

Jessica climbed off the desk without saying a word. George watched as she picked up her tights and thong. She stared at him still laid back on his desk, face covered in her and his cock throbbing in desperation.

“Do we have a problem here, George?” She asked, a serious look on her face.

All George could muster was a gentle shake of his head.

He watched her leave as she blew a kiss and left. His dick suddenly turned soft and he shook his head, wondering what the fuck just happened.