The Assistant

I sit here at my desk, just waiting for some more phone calls to be made, reports to be faxed, messages to deliver. My job is to assist my boss in whatever he needs. I follow him around like a puppy dog all the time whenever he has to go away. But I can't complain, I love it. I love his presence. I love watching his ass walk up and down the hallways, I love everything about him. I get a call and I answer. "Hello?" I said with forced enthusiasm. "Ariana, where's my coffee?" Michael said with a slight annoyance in his voice. "Oh Mr. Jackson, I nearly forgot. I'll be up in 10 minutes." I said jumping out my desk and about to sprint to the elevator.

I run downstairs to the lobby of the building. "Hi Jim, Carly, Eric" I said to my co-workers as I tried to sprint pass to the coffee lounge. "Oh, Ariana" Carly says grabbing my arm. "No No! Carly I have to get this coffee! Michael will fire me!" I exclaimed trying to let go of her hold. "I knew you'd forget" Carly sighs as she hands me a cup of coffee with the name Mr. Jackson written on the side. "Now, go" she said. "You're a life saver." "And Ariana." I turn around "What?" "Unbutton your top just a little" Carly winks a little at me suggesting I unbutton my top a little.

I run to the elevator which takes me to the top floor. I walk down the hallway and as I grab for his door, with the name "Mr.Jackson" written over it, Eric comes out. "Oh Ariana, I'll pray for you" Eric laughs and walks away. "Fuck" I thought. Isn't this just great.

I open the door, but not enough to where I'm inside. "Ariana?" Michael asks facing away from the door. "ye-yes Mr. Jackson, I have your coffee sir" I say gulping down this block formed in my throat due to my nervousness and fear of what will happen next. I step in. He turns around and his eyes meet my chest. I'm a busty girl, or shall I say just the right size. Good enough for his hands to fit well over them. He takes the coffee and I ask "Is that all?" He is still watching my chest as he sips my coffee. He doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds and his eyes shift to my thighs. "That is all" he says while taking a seat. As I walk out the door, I put a little twist in my hips as I walk out. I knew he was watching. I felt his eyes, undressing me. It was turning me on. "Ariana" Michael calls me back in, still sipping his coffee. "Yes Mr. Jackson?" His eyes shift to my breasts once again. He asks "Is it a little chilly in here for you?" He says with smirk of his face. I have a puzzled look until I realized what just happened. I look down and there are my nipples poking through my shirt. I turn red and I try to cover up. "Uh-maybe just a bit" I said nervously adding a fake laugh. The smile runs off his face as he stands. I'm frozen. I can't move. He walks up to me and walks around me. He looks to me like he's challenging me but I don't dare try to make move. "Just get those papers faxed to Eric" he instructs as he opens the door for me to leave.

I go to my desk. I'm the only one here on this floor. I open the tab on my lap tap to finish what I was reading. Michael Jackson fan-fictions. I start to read. I bite my lips. The story is just turning me on. I look around to see if the coast is clear. I lay back in my chair and spread my legs a little. My hands run down my skirt and into my panties. I start moaning lightly. My fingers start to go deeper and faster and I'm about to climax. I then start to hear foot steps. "Ariana" Michael calls for me. "Shit!" I whisper. I closed my lap top and pulled my panties up. " Ariana, I'll be going to Costa Rica for the week to get some video. You need to be there. I shouldn't be coming down to your floor to remind you. You're my assistant." "Mr. Jackson. I didn't forget. It wasn't necessary that you come down to my floor to remind me. I have made the phone calls and even arranged your best seat on the plane and your favorite drink to be provided. I also didn't forget to book for bubbles to come along either Mr. Jackson." I said surprised at my guts to talk back. Michael has a angered look on his face but it quickly fades into a smirk and he starts to laugh. "Ariana I think you must have bumped your head somewhere" he says as he inches closer to me. " But you have guts for talking back to me in that tone of voice. But let's put that behind us and make sure that doesn't happen again" as he continues to talk, I can't help but look down. Oh he was hard. I could see his penis through his pants. I was tempted to just cop a feel. He notices me staring down there and he kneels down. "My face ain't down there" he says with a sexy grin on his face. "Flight goes on Saturday, be ready" he says as he exits the office.

I flop back into my chair. Man, I want him so bad.