FL - Part I - Locked out

I was on a job in Miami. It was a short-term assignment with a fairly small business and the project was under tight timelines.

So when the last of the Vice President's left for the evening and let me know I was the last one in the office and gave me the code so I could arm the alarm when I left, I didn't think much of it, I was used to working late nights by myself and the cleaning crew had already been through.

Because I was alone, I felt comfortable removing my jacket. I had worn a camisole that was business in the front but was open in the back except for the delicate lacing that held it closed. I took my high heels off and stretched my legs. I was tired but I was on a roll and wanted to finish the analysis I was working on so I could finish the presentation I had to give the next afternoon.

As so often happens, I had consumed two bottles of water and neglected to pay attention to the fact that I had to relieve myself until it became a near emergency. Luckily the bathroom was right outside the door to my client's suite next to the boardroom where I was working.

I was texting with my colleague who was going to be joining me the next week and brought my phone with me to the bathroom so we could continue our conversation. I washed my hands and pulled my long hair up into a quick and messy bun and headed back to the boardroom.

That's when I realized that I was locked out. My badge that I needed to access the office was clipped to the jacket that was resting on the back of the chair in the other room.

"Fuck." I said, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

I started sorting through my options. I could get a Lyft back to the hotel but I needed my computer, I had to finish my analysis because I had to put a presentation together and I'd planned on getting up early to do that. Plus my hotel key and ID were in the boardroom, I couldn't get into my hotel room without one of the two.

My primary project leader was on vacation in Puerto Rico so I knew she wasn't going to be able to help me. The only other cell phone number I had belonged to the company president. We hadn't had much interaction, I only had his cell phone number because of the time pressures we'd been under to close the sale for the work I was there doing now. He seemed pleasant enough but a bit aloof. I dreaded the idea of having to call him.

I decided to wander around the perimeter of the suite to see if any other doors were open. They weren't. It was already 9:30 PM and I was starting to approach a time that would be very inappropriate to make the call. I bit the bullet and dialed.

"Hi Mr. Wagner, it's Michelle from..."

"I know who it is." He said, cutting me off.

I thought quick. "I'm hoping you would be able to give me the number for the security company, I managed to lock myself out of the office and my computer and things are still in the boardroom." I said.

"Did you set off the alarm?" He asked.

"No. I didn't set the alarm." I said.

I could hear him moving around. "Well then the security company isn't going to do you any good and you're not on the employee list, so, even if they came, they wouldn't let you in." He said.

"So do you have any suggestions?" I asked.

"I'll be there in twenty-five minutes." He said.

"Mr. Wagner, really, I don't want you to..."

"You going to sleep on the floor?" I was silent. "That's what I thought." He said.

Ugh, I was so humiliated. "Thank you." I said, trying not to sounds as stupid as I felt.

I was waiting by the main door just off the elevator, impatiently, pacing on the balcony that overlooked the lower level and the busy street in front of the office. All of the young street racers were out with their glowing trim and whiny exhaust.

I saw the lights of his car when he came into the parking lot and I made my way over to the door and positioned myself so I could get in without him seeing my exposed back.

"Thank you Mr. Wagner, I'm so sorry." I said when he got off the elevator.

"Trevor, please." He said, holding the door for me. I was frozen. "You wanted in right?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said awkwardly going around behind him to go through the door, quickly turning my back away from him. "Thank you again." I said, slightly uncomfortable by the fact that he was following me up the hall to the boardroom.

"Interesting tattoo." He said.

"Thank you." I said, embarrassed once more by the naked woman sprawled over the BDSM emblem no one in my professional life was ever meant to see.

"That wasn't exactly a complement yet. Let me see it." He said.

I grabbed my jacket. "I'd rather not." I said, putting it on quickly. "I appreciate you coming and letting me in, it won't happen again." I said.

He smiled a disarming smile. "Am I making you uncomfortable Michelle?" He asked as I dropped my power cord to the floor, carefully bending down at the knees to ensure no mixed messages were sent.

I sighed, debating the best way to handle the situation. I turned and studied him, he was leaning against the door frame. It appeared he'd been comfortable when I called, he was in a tank top and basketball shorts that showed off a tanned, tone physique. He was intimidatingly tall, at least 6'4". My normally quick wit was too slow and it only made things worse.

"Like what you see?" He asked, laughing but thankfully not moving. I quickly looked away.

"Mr. Wagner."

"Trevor." He corrected me.

"Mr. Wagner, I apologize for calling you after hours at home. It won't happen again." I said.

"Suit yourself." He said. "Goodnight Michelle." He called back as he made his way up the hall.

I felt a huge sense of relief. I made a point of never mixing play with work. As tempting as he was, I was determined that I would never allow myself to be put in that situation again.

When I called you that night to tell you about my close call, your disappointment was palpable. You ordered me to masturbate with you over to the phone to what I described could have happened, to what you said should have happened. I knew how annoying you found my work boundaries but for some reason, this missed opportunity seemed to disturb you more than the others we'd fantasized about together.

The next day, when I went into the office, there was a manila envelope sitting where my computer had been the night before with my name on it. I opened the folder and there was a copy of the company dress code policy with a note. "Not just meant for business hours, anytime you're at the company." It said. It was signed by Mr. Wagner.

'Great.' I thought to myself. I just had to go back to normal like nothing happened. I could keep my jacket and shoes on all day, it wasn't a big deal. I just had to reestablish my credibility and remind them of all the reasons I was there. Because of my excellent work.

I doubled down on my efforts that morning, polishing the presentation I was giving at 1 and triple checking every figure and every slide. It was perfect. I was ready.

And that turned out to be a good thing. When Mr. Wagner and the Steering Committee were assembled and I began my presentation, I was immediately challenged by Mr. Wagner on my facts. He was testing me and my knowledge, the depth of my understanding of his business. After thirty minutes I'd had it.

"Mr. Wagner, I'm not sure the last time you immersed yourself in the day-to-day operations of each of your locations but I can assure you, I have spent the time at each site and am aware of all of the irregularities, inconsistencies, and areas of opportunity. If you feel you know better, I'm not sure why I'm here." I said, challenging him, refusing to look away.

He seemed amused. "In that case, please, continue." He said.

I should have felt some degree of satisfaction, but I didn't. His smile annoyed me and left me feeling like somehow I'd played into his hand.

He said they'd consider my recommendations once we'd laid out the detailed implementation plan. Then they would determine if they were going to implement on their own or hire us to continue on and assist.

I'd lost track of time again and found myself still catching up on e-mails and other projects, it was almost 7PM. The boardroom phone rang and I cringed when I saw the ID. 'Trevor Wagner.'

"Hello." I said.

"Can you come to my office?" He asked.

"Of course." I said and braced myself.

I made my way to the other end of the building, his office was at the far opposite corner of the suite, it allowed me to survey the rest of the floor. I didn't see any lights on in any of the other offices. The cubicles in the center of the suite were long emptied by the hourly staff.

"Have a seat." He said.

I sat down in one of the guest chairs across from his desk and tried not to let myself show any stress or weakness.

He just sat staring at me, studying me. His expression was impossible to read. "Is this about last evening? I truly apologize and assure you it won't happen again." I said.

"It's not about last evening." He said.

"My frustration during the meeting today?" I asked.

He smiled. "No, I thought you handled that very well. I was impressed actually."

"Then what did you need?" I asked.

He turned back to his computer and was printing an e-mail. "I'm hoping you can explain this." He said, handing me what he'd printed.

As soon as I saw the from and recognized your e-mail address, the blood drained from my face and my hands were shaking. I held the e-mail down on my lap to try and steady it enough to be able to read what you'd written. I still was only able to digest bits and pieces.

You described us masturbating to the alternative scene that could have played out the night before. About my slutty, submissive tendencies. About my annoying professional boundaries. Essentially offering me up to Mr. Wagner.

"Well?" He asked after enough time had passed for me to digest my predicament.

"I sincerely apologize for this complete...lapse in judgement on the part of..." He cut me off.

He laughed. "I was expecting a strong denial. Though by your immediate reaction, any denial you tried to make would have been hollow you realize."

"I...this is in no way a reflection on our firm, this is a personal matter I will be addressing. I will ensure the project is reassigned to someone who is more than capable..." He cut me off again.

"Why would I want the project reassigned?" He asked.

The silence that ensued was the very essence of an uncomfortable silence.

"I'm not going to do this." I said after far too much consideration.

"When I spoke to your husband this afternoon, he shared that you're not wearing underwear right now under your skirt."

"I'm not doing this." I said again, more quickly this time.

"Let me see." He demanded, ignoring me completely.

I was going to kill you. "Mr. Wagner, I'm not..."

"Yes you are." He said, turning back to his computer and printing off another e-mail. "Unless you're going to code." He said, handing me another e-mail, this one addressed to me.

'I'm sure you're angry with me love but it was clear to me last evening that you were passing up on a viable, safe opportunity to bring this fantasy to reality and I've confirmed as much today.

So you now have one of two paths, you can walk around the desk, bend over and present him your pussy or you can code out and call me and chastise me. I hope you choose what will bring all of us the greatest pleasure.'

I looked up and Mr. Wagner slowly and deliberately rolled his chair away from the desk in invitation.

I took a deep breath and had to look away. I laid your email on his desk and lowered my head to my hands and felt my long hair fall around my face. I didn't know how to do this, the barrier between these two worlds was so firmly established.

I eventually mustered enough composure to stand up. I walked over to the door and he said my name. "Don't...just...give me a minute." I said, resting my head against the door frame and my hands on the door handle.

I knew you were right. I knew what we all wanted and I knew it was a pleasure filled path but I didn't know what that meant for me professionally. I couldn't see where that path led and it terrified me. But I pushed the lock on the door handle and turned off the lights, minimizing the opportunity for people to see in, though there was plenty of sunlight left in the day.

I turned and met his eyes, for whatever reason it was important to me to display confidence when I was going to meet this fate, though my playful smile I normally wore with it was no where to be found.

I got to the side of the desk and he motioned me forward in invitation. I knew the position you intended me to assume and I leapt into the rabbit hole, raising my skirt up as I bent over the desk in front of him, parting my legs ever so slightly.

He was quiet for an uncomfortably long time. "Your husband told me how wet you'd be. My imagination didn't do it justice." He said as I heard him undoing his pants.

"I'm sure you can guess at what we talked about. What he invited me to do to you." He said. "Can you Michelle?" He asked.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"I had a plan all laid out for what I was going to do with you, but it is literally dripping out of you onto the carpet. You want it that badly and you were going to walk away?" He asked. "What do you want Michelle?"

I didn't want to answer him.

"Spread your pussy open for me." He said when I didn't answer.

I reached around and spread my pussy for him, giving him a clear view of how wet and wanton I was.

He stood up and immediately buried himself in me. I wasn't expecting his size and it caused me to cry out, in shock more than anything. "Oh god." I said as he began pounding me, he wasn't going to last long at the pace he was going.

"You are a fucking slut aren't you." He said, pounding into me faster.

Then I felt the familiar slow, deep, pulsing thrusts as he came deep inside of me. I'm sure at your urging.

He shuddered and slid out of me, along with a notable amount of his cum mixed with my slickness. I lowered my skirt and got on my knees, taking him into my mouth and cleaning him off, it was a well instilled, delicious habit.

When I was done he helped me to my feet by my hair and kissed me. "Goodnight Michelle." He said, dismissing me.

I went back to the boardroom and immediately collected my things and raced back to the hotel to call you. As soon as I was in the room I was dialing but you didn't even give me a minute to admonish you.

"He sent me video and pictures. I'm jerking off to it now. Tell me what it felt like. Do you still have his cum in you?" You asked.

"Yes, he fucked me so hard. He entered me balls deep in one thrust, I was so wet."

"The possibilities...the things he's going to do to you." you said, and I could hear you cumming on the other end of the phone. I started rubbing my clit faster, trying to catch up. You could hear it in my breathing. "That's it baby." You said encouraging me.

I came quickly and lay breathless on the bed. "What did you do?"

"I opened the door. It's going to be fine. It's going to be amazing. Don't worry." you said.