To a stranger, the view from the 37th floor of WestCapital Tower might have been considered breathtaking. The River Thames snaked East towards Essex and eventually the sea, away from the City and its distinctively-shaped and lazily-named buildings. The Shard. The Cheesegrater. The Walkie-Talkie. The skyline of 21st-Century London.

To Ana Klein, the spectacular view from her office was just part of the job. At just 29 years old, Ana was the Company’s youngest Vice President, responsible for a team of over 100 people and earning more in a year than many of her friends could hope to make in ten.

But she had made sacrifices for it. Her social life, hobbies, and most frustratingly of all her love life - all on hold while she worked 15 hour days, often six days a week. Ana loved her work, though, so much that her last boyfriend had given her an ultimatum: him or the job. He’d moved out of her Riverside penthouse the next day.

Over the two months since then, Ana had thrown herself into her work. She hadn’t had time to think about dating, but she couldn’t help thinking about how much she missed sex. It started as intrusive thoughts - a dirty memory during a business meeting - but had evolved into a distraction.

The newest member of the team, a young graduate called Owen, had been wearing a particularly tight suit today and Ana had caught herself staring at the unmistakable outline of his crotch. Feeling a familiar tingle in her own.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and allowing the feeling to return. A voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“FYI, most of the team have gone home already.”

It was her assistant, Chloe. Pretty and blonde, she was always glamorously dressed - this time a tight navy blue off-the-shoulder number. The dress clung to her enviable curves, with a daring diagonal cut showing off her right thigh.

Ana looked at the time - 7PM. Friday’s unofficial “early” finish.

“It’s only Owen left.” Chloe continued, giving Ana a knowing look. “I think he’s trying to impress you.”

“Tell him to go home. It’s Friday night. Just because I live here, it doesn’t mean you all have to.”

Chloe nodded, both of them understanding she was really saying “It kinda does, though.”

“Want to go for a drink first?” Ana asked. “My treat. Unless you have something to get back for?”

Chloe shook her head, and Ana felt a pang of empathy. The missed dates. The last-minute excuses She picked up her phone and her clutch, and marched Chloe out of the door.

One hour and three Dirty Martinis later, Ana had abandoned smalltalk and was in full flow, pursuing her enquiries about Chloe’s love life.

“It’s hard to find time for a boyfriend, isn’t it?” Ana phrased it as a question, but it was purely rhetorical. “They’re either impatient or intimidated. I just want to get fucked!”

“Uh, I mean, it has been a while.”

“Since you went on a date? Or,” Ana downed the last third of her cocktail in one and looked Chloe in the eye with a mischievous grin. “Since you got some?”

Chloe tried to disguise her shock with a loud laugh, then finished her own drink.

“Both.” She could feel her cheeks turning red with gin and embarrassment.

Ana needed someone she could share her darkest thoughts with during their long workdays, and underneath Chloe’s shy exterior, she sensed a kindred spirit.

“Ok, no judgment - two girls talking.”

Chloe nodded cautiously.

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about a colleague?”

Chloe’s cheeks flushed deeper red..

“You go first,” she said.

Ana didn’t hesitate.

“Easy - getting bent over my desk by those two interns we had last Summer. One at each end. I’d have taught them everything.”

Ana smiled and leaned forward. “Now you.”

Chloe blushed even harder, knowing she couldn’t compete.

“It seems less adventurous,” Chloe began. “But I have wondered about Owen. What it would be like to… y’know. “

Ana grinned. “Pretend I don’t know. What would you do to him?”

“Well, I really like it when a guy’s enjoying it so much he can’t help himself,” Chloe hesitated. But the alcohol was crashing through her inhibitions.
“And?” Ana insisted.

“And sort of unexpectedly, he… comes inside me.” Chloe smiled at her own admission.

“Sounds like we both like power,” Ana said.

“I guess it’s the one situation where I actually have any,” Chloe replied.

“You should make it happen,” Ana told her. “I saw the way you two were flirting earlier. He’d bang you in a heartbeat.”

“Owen? Oh, no. That’s…” Chloe tailed off and shook her head unconvincingly. “We’re friends.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Ana said. She stood up and laid down two fifty pound notes on the table.

“I’m just saying, give him half a chance and he’d fill you up. If you want him to. “

She let the words hang in the air.

The two of them walked the short distance back to the office. Chloe was a little drunk, and a lot intrigued.

“How would I even… I mean, he hasn’t even asked me out.” They were in the elevator now, rocketing towards level 37.

“Men aren’t as complicated as they try to pretend,” Ana explained. “You just have to give them a green light. A neon green light.”

The doors opened to reveal Owen, finally done for the day and heading home. Ana turned to Chloe and silently mouthed the words, “watch this.”

“Owen, so glad I caught you,” she began, taking hold of Owen’s arm as she stepped out of the elevator. She pulled him round to face her.

“Sorry to hijack your Friday night but I need to go over that trade history one more time.”

Owen could smell the liquor on her breath.

“Credit Nederland? It’s signed off!”

“I’m sure it’s fine - but come to my office in 5 minutes. Please. It won’t take long.”

Ana walked - no, strutted - away, hips swinging, exuding confidence. Chloe’s phone beeped.

ANA KLEIN My office, 10 minutes. Look surprised.

Owen had knocked on Ana’s door twice and was about to leave when he heard what sounded like muffled crying coming from the other side. He pushed it open, mentally preparing himself for the worst.

Ana was leaning back in her chair, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen, upon which a young actress was taking two men on simultaneously.

Ana had her skirt hitched up to her waist and her right hand inside her underwear. No longer muffled, the cries were moans of pleasure. It took several seconds for Owen to process what was happening, before blurting out,

“I didn’t see anything!”

He covered his eyes with his hands, a gesture so sweet Ana couldn’t help but laugh. She looked at Owen, with his broad shoulders and tall frame, hiding behind his hands. Her eyes moved down to his waist to the shape below, which had grown from an outline into a bulge. She continued stroking.

“Are you sure? Because I’m fairly certain you saw me fingering myself.”

Owen lowered his hands and opened his eyes, bewildered.

“Um… well… I mean…,” he stuttered.

Ana pushed herself away from the desk and lifted her feet up to rest on the edge, knees bent, legs wide open. Owen’s gaze followed them up to her black lace panties, pulled slightly to the side and revealing a glimpse of her clean-shaven labia.

“You’ve definitely seen something now,” said Ana. “So what are we going to do about it?”

“Please, I don’t want to get into trouble. I won’t say a word to anyone.”

Ana smiled. Bless him, she thought. She put her feet back on the floor and beckoned him over.

“You’re not going to get into trouble, OK?”

Owen was stood in front of her now, his bulge at her eye level.

“At least, not professionally.”

She reached up and squeezed it, feeling him stiffen to her touch. He let out a soft moan as she stroked him through his clothes, until they were straining to contain him.

Ana leaned back in her chair, lifted her ass and slid her underwear down her legs, kicking them to the floor. Owen watched as she opened her legs. Her pussy was red with arousal and visibly wet, glistening slightly under the office lights. She stroked her clit softly with one hand, pointing at Owen with the other.

“Your turn to show me.”

He unzipped himself, sighing at the relief, and his erection burst out. It swang up and pointed at Ana’s face.

“That is a beautiful cock,” she said, admiring the clean cut head, prominent and thick. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, wide enough to need her full grip.

Ana stood up, still holding Owen in her hand. She stroked him as she leaned up to kiss him. He returned the kiss forcefully and pushed his body into hers. She let him slip out of her hand and pushed him down onto the chair, straddling him. He reached to touch her but she pushed his arms away.

“Put them behind your back,” she commanded. She reached for his tie and loosened the knot until it came undone. She leaned forward, and Owen’s erection slipped under her skirt. It slapped between her legs, the tip brushing against her wetness. She ignored him, letting him wriggle as she wrapped the tie around his wrists. She pulled it tight, tying his hands behind the chair.

“Remember,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m the boss.”

Ana reached down and pulled Owen’s arousal towards her clit. She stroked herself using his body but he could already feel how wet she was. Her lips opened to him and she let his head slide inside her. He rolled his hips back, almost bringing himself out completely, and then thrust into her deep and hard. Ana cried out, pushing back and focussing on the sensation of how full he made her feel.

Owen started to fuck her, but she pushed herself off him, shivering as the ridge slid backwards out of her.

She climbed down, and looked down at Owen’s thick cock, trembling as it rose from his suit pants. Lubricated with her wetness.

“Hold that thought,” Ana said. She spun the chair round 90 degrees towards the doorway.

Chloe’s surprise took no effort at all. When she saw Owen, bound to the chair, exposed and fully hard, she was genuinely shocked and her face showed it.

As Owen tried in vain to free his hands and cover himself, Ana pushed him towards Chloe. She inhaled sharply as she saw his cock pointing straight at her, rock hard. He looked up, raising his eyebrows apologetically. But Chloe wasn’t looking at his eyes.

Ana was stood behind Chloe now, her hands on Chloe’s bare shoulders.

“Tied up and helpless. There only for our pleasure. Isn’t that the dream?”

Chloe swallowed, and spoke softly.

“Can I… can I just touch it?”

“Be my guest.”

Chloe kneeled on the floor, her dress riding up and showing Ana the back of her thighs. Ana admired her ass - full but tight, as she leaned forwards to put her left hand on Owen’s leg. Her right hand gently stroking his shaft, Ana’s pussy providing the glide she needed to keep him hard. Owen sighed deeply, feeling the blood rushing back in response to Chloe’s touch. She felt him stiffen in her hand, and gripped it harder, feeling him thicken against her palm.

She was surprised at how hot she found it, Owen completely submissive to her touch. She felt herself getting wet, subconsciously moving her knees apart. She ran her fingers over Owen’s swelling head, teasing him with light touches until he started to squirm.

Chloe felt a tug at her dress, then the squeeze of it being pulled up and over her waist, revealing bare skin and no underwear. She spread her legs a little more, as Ana ran her fingers over Chloe’s ass and down, slipping between her thighs.

Owen watched in amazement as Ana stroked Chloe from behind, working her clit until she started to moan. Suddenly, Ana stood up. She helped Chloe to her feet, and lifted her dress until Owen could see the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy.

Ana pulled her shirt over her head and Owen had just enough time to appreciate the curves of her breasts as she leaned over and put it over his eyes. She tied it tightly at the back, blindfolding him.

In the darkness Owen felt hands on his shoulders, then the welcome warmth of a third hand around his cock, pulling it upwards, as one of the women wrapped her legs around him. The hand was stroking him against a wet pussy, back and forth, getting wetter every time until it opened for him. He moved his hips, pushing his engorged head all the way in. He heard a gasp and the hands on his shoulder pushed him back, exerting control.

Chloe - he assumed - felt so tight around him, and had to move slowly to take him in. Two, three, four gentle pushes before she could open up for him. Chloe sighed as she sank into Owen’s lap and let him fill her. She rode Owen gently, feeling every inch of him and enjoying the sensation of his cock against her g-spot with each stroke.

Owen felt her push on his legs and he was out of her again, feeling the cool air where her warmth and wetness had been. It was brief, though, and within seconds he was inside one of them again. Ana this time - she was so wet that he glided over her pussy lips, her hand holding him back from sliding straight inside her.

Paying special attention to her clit, which he stroked gently with the tip, Owen moved his dick up and down Ana until she was pushing back against him. Her lips were opening to his touch, trying to engulf him. He let the tip slide in and she gasped, waiting for the sweet release. He pulled back and Ana felt the ridge of his cock as it slipped out, teasing her.

She pushed him down and took control, grinding into him as her orgasm started to build. He felt her contract around him, squeezing him tight as her whole body shuddered.

Owen lost track of how long the women taunted him for. Putting him inside and then immediately letting him fall out, taking it in turns to fuck him until he didn’t know who was who.

It was Chloe on top of him when he suddenly jerked forward and brought his legs up to hold her still.

“Stop! I’m so close…” he cried, his voice trembling. Chloe removed his blindfold and enjoyed the shocked expression on his face as he realised it was her bringing him to the edge. They sat still for a moment, savouring each other.

“You’re so tight…”

Owen’s body was tense, his teeth gritted. He was trying so hard. Chloe put her hands on his face and held his gaze.

“Thank you,” she said, softly. “But actually - this is what tight feels like.”

She slid up Owen’s length one more time, gripping the head with her lips, then came down on him hard as she tensed her pelvic muscles, squeezing him tighter, feeling every inch of him from base to tip.

Chloe felt him trembling inside her, knowing her favourite part was next - the throbbing, as he lost control. He closed his eyes and his body tensed. He was straining, and she could tell he was trying to hold back

She squeezed again, and finally felt his shaft pulse. He cried out, and for a split second he seemed to push back against the grip of Chloe’s pussy. The twitching down Owen’s entire length, followed by the blissful, wet warmth of his cum shooting into her. Filling her.

Owen was still trembling as the final waves of his climax washed over his body. He opened his eyes, meeting Chloe’s and holding them as the last of his load poured into her.

Ana was already holding Chloe’s clothes as she helped her to dismount Owen. Chloe stood up, and immediately felt it dribbling out of her body. Coating her thighs. Sticking to her.

She looked down at the mess between her legs.

“Told you so,” Ana said. “I just hope there’s some left for me.”

To be continued.