deeperinmypower:

dreamingdarkly:

I brought in the reports I transcribed.  The painstakingly reviewed and summarized notes.  The annotated project proposals, and all the other crap I had spent all morning on that really should have been his job.

And his damn coffee.

Guess which one I got thanked for?

“That’s wonderful Annie, cream no sugar right?“  He stood, not even raising his eyes from whatever terribly important summary of last night’s sporting events he was reading.

"Yeah, same as always.  Is there anything else?  Or can I go get my work done now?"  I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice.  Antagonizing him wouldn’t help.  I would need a good reference when I finally got out of the secretarial pool.  This company and it’s ridiculous policies… If the job market wasn’t so terrible there was no way I would put up with this crap.

"No, that’s great."  He looked up at me and smiled a cocky, mocking smile.  "You’ve been working so hard, I think it’s time for your break, don’t you?"  He set down his paper and unzipped his fly.

I nodded slowly, staring down at his bulge.  “I… Yeah… That’s probably a good idea.”  I swallowed, my mouth suddenly watering.  He seemed to always know just when I needed a break.  It was part of what was so infuriating about him.  And that arrogant smile as I sank to my knees.

I shivered as I drew him out, my pulse pounding.  I never needed this kind of break at my last job.  I guess I should have been thankful that he was so understanding.  But he was such a jerk about it.  I slowly licked my way up and down the shaft, savouring the moment of anticipation.

"That’s a good girl Annie.  Just try not to leave a mess this time, I don’t want to have to send you out to do my dry cleaning again."  He chuckled softly to himself, but I tried to ignore him.  I just closed my eyes and slid him into my mouth, shuddering as the bliss swept through me.

He didn’t matter now.  I could just forget about him, forget about the company and their sexist policies.  Forget about the way he was always talking down to me.  The way I was horribly overqualified for my job.

As long as I could take my breaks.  It was all worth it.

I have a thing for the office, so, um, this works…