Emily made her way onto the sixth floor of the building made of glass, nestled on the corner of Jameson and Ferguson. She had been working as a secretary there for about five months now. Fresh out of a european college, Emily had never been around so many people before, her graduating class had only had about 200 girls in it. The key word here meaning girls. Emily's mother was a devout religious women who believed in was in Emily's best interest to keep her separated from men.
That means that since as young as Emily could remember, she was sent to an all girls private school deep in the country. She stayed here from when she was a child until a young adult. That place was more of a home to her than her actual home. Up until Emily decided to move into the city, she never minded that she had never been around men before.
Of course she wasn't a complete idiot, she had seen men before, on the television for commercials and such. There had also been several male teachers in her years attending school there, but they were older and usually unattractive. She had never been around a boy her age before. So when she came to the city and was surrounded by men of all ages it was quite the shock for her.
Most of the jobs that she wanted to apply for were all usually held by men, meaning that her could have been bosses were usually sexist pigs who only cared about themselves and the men that they could employ. She tried to treat the men that she came in contact with like she would the women she was used to, but she quickly found out that this was not a good strategy to have.
So she decided that she would take an easier job and then figure out how to get into the position of power she wanted to be in. She found a firm that was looking for a secretary, they had been looking for several weeks now and they still hadn't found anyone. The boss there had a horrible reputation and the women looking for jobs knew not even to bother going in for that job. Emily however was not in the know, and got the job that same day she came in. They asked her to start working right away, Emily soon learned why no one wanted to take this job. The men around the office were mean, and tended to talk down to her like she knew nothing.
If this was the way that all men acted the Emily wanted nothing to do with them, she couldn't understand what the big deal was about men that the women in her school went crazy for. From Emily's perspective, they were all very rude and liked to say hurtful stuff to her. This whole process went on for about a month. Emily was getting quite use to the abuse she was receiving, she knew almost everyone on the floor by name and how they would treat her when they spoke to her. She liked in the spare time to categorize them into groups.
It wasn't until midway through her fifth week there that she saw someone new. The boss of the firm was showing a young man around the floor and introducing people to him. Emily was curious as to who he could be, she couldn't get a good look at him. They were also blocked by someone or something, but she could tell that he had longer blonde hair that almost reach his shoulders. His shoulders were broad and seemed to stretch out the material of the shirt he was wearing.
Finally after several agonizing minutes of searching for a face, he turned around, and took Emily's breath away. As they walked closer to her desk, she tried to memorize the planes of his face. He had big blue eyes that shone out brightly on his tanned skin, and light blonde hair that anyone could tell was so light because of days in the sun. He had a nice mouth, with luscious looking lips. This were the kinds of lips that women gushed about at school, she remembered the stories of the women who had been around men before, how a simple pair of lips could make women shiver and quake. He had a small mole on the right side of his face just left of his nose.
She thought that it made him seem more human, a more beautiful and interesting looking human. He had on tighter khaki pants that clung to the muscular tones of his frame. His shirt was a white cotton button down, he wore it causcally, untucked and unbuttoned midway down his chest. As her eyes trailed up the length of him to meet his eyes again, a slow smirk appeared on his face. Emily was unprepared as to how this one look could make her whole body shiver. She felt a knot of something build up in her stomach and she had to adjust the way she was sitting, for the blaze inside of her was causing all sorts of unusual things to happen.
"Ah, Emily," Her boss said, coming up to the desk and folding his hands behind his back. "I would like you to meet our newest sales associate, Emmett. He's my nephew from Australia, he'll be staying with us here and learning the trade of the business. I would like you to make him feel comfortable and get him anything he needs."
Emily's throat was dry as she croaked back a reply. Emmett's smile grew wider at her uncomfortableness at his presence. "How-do-ya-do." Emmett said, turning it into all one word.
Emily tried to think of something clever to say but instead all that came out was, "Just fine sir, and how are you today?"
Emmett's smile widened, "A lot better now, now that I've met you."
His uncle huffed and pulled Emmett back into his office behind Emily's desk. "Emily cancel my twelve o'clock phone call with Japan, I'm going to go over the procedures with Emmett."
"Of course sir." Emily said, looking back at her computer to cancel the call.
When the door closed behind her and she could no longer feel his eyes burning into her, she sighed and let her shoulder relax. What was this feeling that she had? No one had made her feel this way before, it was quite strange. The rest of the day passed slowly, Emily had a very uncomfortable feeling inside, almost like an itch she couldn't scratch.
The next day when she arrived at the office she found a note on her phone telling her that she needed to meet with the boss on her lunch break to talk about some behavior problems she was having. She thought that this was strange because, the men in the office were the ones with the behavior problems not her. Knowing that she needed to keep this job, she put on a brave face. Something interesting was that the whole morning she had not seen her boss, nor had she seen Emmett. She was rather looking forward to seeing him again.
When the clock chimed one, Emily grabbed her sack lunch she had packed, stood up and knocked on the door to her bosses office. She waited a good twenty seconds before a deep voice on the other side of the door called her in. Taking a deep breath and preparing for the lecture she was about the recieve she opened the door.
On the other side of the door however, was someone that she did not expect to see. Emmett was sitting in her bosses chair, his legs up on the desk, and his hands behind his head. "Ah, Emily, yes, please, come in. Shut the door behind you." Emily frowned but shut the door behind her. "Please take a seat will you?"
"I'm sorry but where's Mr. Gerome? I was told that we were going to have a meeting today?"
"Yes, my uncle sadly was called away on business last night and asked me if I could run the company for a couple of days, a...a trial run of sorts." He said, bringing his hands and feet down. "But we're here to discuss you."
"Me, sir?" Emily asked, looking down, she was intimidated to look him in the eyes.
"Yes, Emily." She could hear in him smirking in his voice, which made her more nervous. "Your behavior has been most...unacceptable from my standpoint. I've only been here for two days, and I know that you are not adequate to fulfill this job's requirements."
She whipped her head up quickly, "Oh, sir! Please don't fire me! The men in this office are most unfair to me! They treat me like I can't understand the simplest things! I've been trying very hard to keep up with all their demands and to be kind at the same time!"
Emmett's smirk was fading as he was listening to her complains, her hope grew as he continued to listen to her. No one had ever just sat and listened to her before, in fact they hardly gave her the chance to talk most of the time.
"I see." Emmett said once she was finished. He stood up and slowly made his way to the bookshelf behind her.
She dared not turn around, she wanted to give him a chance to think about what she had said, without her desperate eyes staring at her. She heard the faint click of a lock before he started to speak again. "Emily, I think that you are just too inexperienced to handle the demands of this job." He said this while walking back to his desk and leaning backwards in front of her. "Tell me, if you can't handle the few simple demands of a couple of men, what would make you qualified to work any secretary job anyways?"
"Sir, I'm sorry to say that I have never had to handle the demands of a man before. You see I've been attending an all girls school until a month ago. But I will say that the women that were there were much nicer and more understanding than men seem to be."
Emmett stared at the beautiful girl before him unable to fully comprehend what she had just told him. She was so innocent looking, so pure and now he knew why. She had never been around a man before, she didn't understand that if she were to use her talents and assets as a woman that she could have every man in the building bowing down before her. Hell he would bow down before her if she demanded it.
Thinking about his options, he decided that it was his responsibility to teach her how to use her mind and body to their full potential. He couldn't help but harden at the thought of corrupting this young things innocence forever. She was untouched, unused, she would be so responsive to him.
While Emmett was lost in his dirty thoughts, he didn't realize exactly how hard he was getting. Emily who was practically sat right in front of his trousers, watched curiously as something started to form an outline in his pants. Now, she wasn't dumb she knew that boys had a penis, but exactly what it looked like, felt like or even tastes like she had no idea.
"Um, sir, are you going to fire me or should I get back to work?" Emily wiggled nervously in her seat, she wasn't sure how she should handle this sort of situation.
Emmett snapped out of his thoughts, quickly he turned around from her, adjusting his trousers and making his way to his desk chair. "Emily, I have a proposal for you." He watched her delicate face to make sure he wasn't scaring her.
"Sir?" She asked curiously.
"Emily, I've had a thought about you. I believe that if you were to harness your abilities as...a women...that you will be able to go far in this company. Would that be something that you would be interested in?" He folded his hands on his desk.
Emily was taken aback by his offer, she was expecting a lot of responses but that was not one of them. "Well..I..yes sir I would like that very much." She smiled at him and watched his eyes change. "What would I have to do to achieve this?"
Emmett's classic smirk that she had come to associate with his face appeared back onto his mouth. He was secretly ecstatic that she had in a way already accepted his offer. "Well I would have to test your knowledge on certain subjects, would you be willing to do that?"
"Of course! I'm a fast learner, whatever is necessary to the job sir!" She perked up in her chair. She was always told she was an excellent student. While doing this, she was unaware that her shirt that was made to show off her cleavage, was sliding farther down her smaller chest.
"Good, I'm glad to hear, if you wanted we could start right now if you'd like?"
"Okay!"
"Alright, some of these might seem rather personal questions of your knowledge, but I want to get a good understanding of what you know. Now, I want you to tell me what exactly you know about getting people to agree with you."
Emily leaned back in her chair and thought about it. "Well one way that I could get them to agree with me, is provide a persuasive argument so that their minds could be changed."
Emmett nodded, "That could work, but I want to know what more specifically you could do with your assets as a woman."
Emily thought about it, she wasn't sure what the difference between a man's argument and a women's might be. "I'm not sure sir." She answer honestly, her shoulders visibility dropped at prospect that she didn't know what he wanted.
"That's okay, I didn't expect you to know." He smiled at her. "Men are rather easy creatures to manipulate, especially for women. You see women have certain aspects to them, that men desire."
"Like what?"
"Like for example the amount of breast that you are showing right now is almost enough for a man to agree with you wholeheartedly agree with you, but if you really want them to agree with you I would definitely let it ride down more. You could even let that cute skirt that you are wearing ride up farther on your thigh."
Emily felt a blush ride up on her cheek, she had never thought about exposing more of her body to someone before. She knew that during sex usually the two people were naked, but the thought of her doing it was something that never occurred to her. "Oh, like this?" She asked, gently looking down and pulling her shirt farther down her chest.
Emmett took and inhale of breath at her body, she really didn't know how enticing she was. "Yes, that would help immensely. Do you have any other ideas how to get a man to agree with you?"
"No, I think that you should show me." Emily said, feeling braver. She watched as Emmett swallowed hard, she admired how his adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Stand up." He ordered, some playfulness coming back into his voice. Emily stood up, following his orders. Something felt different about the way he was commanding her than the rest of the men on a daily basis. "Now, walk over behind my desk."
As graceful as a gazelle, she leisurely made her way over behind his desk. She stopped in front of him as his chair turned towards her. "Get on your knees." His deep voice, sent shockwaves through her core.
As she slowly made her way down to her knees, she braced her hands on his knees as she hit the carpeted floor. "Do you know what to do from here?" He asked her, his mouth was watering at the sight. Her innocent blue eyes looking up at him through thickly framed lashes. He wanted to take her mouth right there and then, but he wanted it to be her choice.
She shook her head, she had no idea what to do. She didn't want to do something wrong and make him think that she was even less trained than she was. She looked up again as she started to notice that his finger was gently caressing her shoulder.
"Unbutton my pants." He whispered, trying hard not to cum right there and then.
Emily did as she was told, reaching up hestitly, she unbuttoned his trousers. She decided that she would unzip the zipper as well, so she slowly pulled down the zipper, her anxiety growing with the sound. "Now do you know what to do?"
Emily shook her head, she assumed that it had something to do with his penis, but she had never seen one before, let alone touched one, she was scared. Emmett put his finger under Emily's chin, and lifted her face up to his. "Emily, it's okay, we don't have to do anything that you are unsure of."
"It's just...I've never....touched one before." She muttered out her face turning a deep shade of red.
Emmett couldn't help but admire how adorable she was, he also did not miss how turned on he got at the thought of him being the only male she's ever touched before. "Christ, Emily, you're not making this easy for me." He muttered. "Here, let me show you."
Gently he took her hand and had her pull down his boxers. His member sprung out to attention immediately. Emily took in a gasp at his size and dimension. She had heard girls talk about men's penis's being big, but she never thought of them as this big. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside of her.
"Now, you take your hand and run it up and down like this." He took a hold of her hand and wrapped it around his dick, gently moving it up and down. He quivered at her touch, she had him so worked up it was hard to stay still.
Emily was fascinated, she watched as he bucked and quivered underneath her. She liked the power she had in making him feel that way. She was the one causing him to feel this way, and that fact alone made her more curious to see what else she could do. She got a bit more confident and wrapped both hands around him, moving a bit faster, rubbing the oozing precum all over.
She had a suspicion that there was more to whatever this was than just what she was doing. Testing to see what would happen, she slowly licked the tip of him, which elicited a deep groan from him. She smiled, and licked him again, watching as his face twisted in a mask of pain and pleasure.
"Do you want more?" Emily asked, her breath sending shockwaves of pleasure over him.
He groaned, "Fuck, Emily, you're so fucking sexy."
She smiled, blushing a little, a man has never said anything like this to her. Deciding that she wanted more, she took the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked hard.
Emmett's hands found their way into Emily's hair, holding her hard and balling them up into fists. "Don't stop." He said as her head came up.
Emily did as she was told, taking him back into her mouth. She went farther down on him, taking more of him into her mouth. She thought that this was right, Emmett seemed to enjoy what she was doing so she figured that she was right.
Emmett's movements became sloppy, his groans became louder and deeper. Emily was sure what was happening so she kept going, sucking more of him into her mouth, licking around his dick. She thought of it in her head as a lollipop, she just pretend that was what it was.
"Emily, fuck what!" Emmett, called out, soon she felt something shoot down her throat, it took her by surprise. She kept sucking as she felt his hips buck underneath her, she braced her hands on the chair he was in as he held her head in place.
When he was finished, she slowly lifted her head off of him, she felt something run down her chin. "Holy shit," He muttered, sitting limply in the chair, his head was thrown back with a look of bliss on his face.
Emily sat down on the ground, she wasn't sure what just happened, but she knew that whatever she had done had caused him to lose control of whatever composer he had. "Emily, come here." He said, sitting back up.
As she stood up he pulled her onto his lap. She let out a gasp as she felt his member, now deflated, rub against her. Emmett, gently took her face in his hands, "God, your so fucking beautiful, there is no way I'm letting you out of my sight ever again." With that being said, he gently met her lips with his. Emily was nervous, she didn't want to do anything wrong. But Emmett's mouth led hers in a tango of tongues.
She moaned, she loved the way his mouth molded with hers, it made her feel all warm and tingly inside which is something that she had never experienced before. His left hand pushed against her back, pushing her closer to him so that she was pressed against him, while his left hand rubbed her butt.
She felt him start to get harder underneath her, which only made her insides turn more into mush than they already were. "Emily, can I touch you?" He asked against her mouth, running his hand up to her hair.
Emily let out a sigh, as his hand moved closer to her pelvic region. "Touch me." She muttered out. She wasn't sure what that would actually do, but if it felt anything like this than she was all for it.
Emmett's hand, gently moved under her skirt, and connected with her most sensitive area. "Emily...your so wet for me." He groaned, moving his knuckle against her clit.
Emily groaned, it felt like he was lighting a fire inside of her. His hand moved expertly back and forth across her, it caused a ball of tension to grow inside of her. "Don't stop, please." Emily cried, as he removed his hand to pull her underwear aside.
"I won't." Emmett replied, rubbing his fingers against her now exposed pussy.
"Ohhhhh...." Emily threw her head back in pure bliss.
Emmett inserted a finger inside of her, loving the way she was unknowingly humping his finger like a dog in heat. Once he rubbed his thumb over her clit, he knew that it wasn't long now before she was going to lose it. "That's it baby, let go for me." Emmett said, supporting her weight on him.
"Yes, yes yes Yes!" Emily cried as she came undone on top of him. She felt the ball of tension explode inside of her. She loved every second of it, it was like she was floating above her body, watching as she literally writhed on top of him.
As she came down from her blissful euphoria, Emmett, pulled her face towards him, smashing his lips onto hers. Her movements were sloppier than they were before, but she didn't care because she was lost in him. His scent was overpowering, and she loved it.
"Do you know what that was?" He asked, pulling back and looking at her. She shook her head. "That feeling you just had, that is what I feel looking at you."
Emily was shocked and flattered at the same time. "Did, did I do okay?"
"Christ, Emily, you were better than okay! You are something special. From now on out, you're mine okay? Say that you'll be mine and only mine. Say that I'm the only one who can make you feel this way okay?" She liked that idea, a lot, she wanted to experience this feeling with only him from there on out.
"Okay."