Short Story #11

NAKED AMBITION

By Teresa Ashby

I‘ve got to have you,’ Simon whispered. ‘Right after this meeting!’
Louise felt her cheeks redden as she looked around the conference table. She tried to continue her presentation. ‘Er...the figures for the past year show a rise in all key areas...’ Simon leaned even closer. ‘I will have you.’
‘Um... particularly in sex... I mean sales...’ Louise’s face flushed. She tried to laugh it off as the dreary old men of the board suddenly perked up.
‘I’m sorry?’ said Mr Dorrell, astonished. ‘What did you say?’
‘Sales — I said in the sales area the figures are well up. We’ve also had an excellent return on investments,’ Louise continued shakily.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Simon grinning. Despite his attempts to undermine her, the presentation seemed to go well.
As they left, he said, ‘You made a good impression in there.’
‘No thanks to you,’ she snapped, hurrying back towards her office.
‘Oh, come on — you loved it!’
She stopped and looked at him, arching her eyebrow. ‘I did not.’
‘I always get what I want,’ he said, staring directly back at her.
‘Don’t forget, I could sack you if I wanted,’ she said.

Louise had been warned about taking Simon onto her team.
‘He’ll have his eye on your job,’ Melissa had warned. ‘He’s ambitious, that one. He’ll use every trick in the book.’
‘Well, he’s certainly not having my job,’ Louise retorted.
‘Just be careful,’ said Melissa. ‘He’s clever. He could have you licked before you know what’s happened.’
‘I can handle him,’ Louise replied. But now she was beginning to wonder. He’d almost ruined her presentation and had come close to making her look an idiot in front of the board.
Back in her office, Louise pointed to the chair in front of her desk. Simon sat down in it. ‘I took you on because I thought you could do the job,’ she said.
‘And because you fancied me like crazy.’ He was grinning again.
‘You wish!’ Now she was getting mad. He continued, ‘I could tell. You kept looking at my legs and touching my hand all through the interview.’
‘Oh, shut up.’
It was true. The day Simon walked into her office, bits of her had begun to ache in a strangely pleasant way.
And now she couldn’t take her eyes off his powerful legs — the way they strained against his trousers. She could almost feel them locked with hers. She avoided his stare, looked at the thick, plush carpet and imagined her and Simon entwined, naked...
‘You’re trembling.’ His voice suddenly cut through her thoughts.
He was standing behind her now, and was stroking her flushed cheek. She could feel his breath on her neck. That not-unpleasant ache was back. Simon placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them.
‘Relax. Just let me take control,’ he whispered, soothingly.
‘Wait a minute,’ she said. Then she walked to the door and turned the key.
‘We don’t want to be disturbed,’ she said with a smile.
‘Hey, wait...’ Simon backed away, apparently alarmed by her sudden change of heart. ‘I... I’m not really prepared for this.’
Smiling, Louise opened a drawer, taking out a variety packet-of-three.
‘I am,’ she said, ‘I’ve got different colours, flavours, ribbed — I’ll let you choose...’ She paused. ‘The first couple of times, at any rate.’
She undid Simon’s shirt and then dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. He shuddered. Looking down, Louise let out a gasp of delight.
Pushing Simon down onto the thick-pile carpet, Louise sat astride him. Despite his shocked expression, in other very apparent respects Simon was holding up magnificently. She pushed her skirt up to her hips, peeled off her shirt, then cast it and the rest of her clothes aside.
Pinning him down, she enquired, ‘What is it you really want, Simon? Make up your mind — is it my job? Or is there something else?’ She’d never seen a guy so torn. He was desperate for her, desperate to be team leader — and yet he was enjoying being dominated.
‘I have to put you in your place,’ she told him, grinding her hips against his, causing him to moan with pleasure. ‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes, yes!’ he managed to utter. ‘Do whatever you want...’
‘Oh, Simon — I intend to!’
For the next three hours, Louise had Simon in every imaginable way. The ache in the pit of her stomach eased and her whole being buzzed.
Simon was still flat out on his back when she’d dressed and tidied herself. She touched up her lipstick, then poked him with her foot.
‘I’d like some coffee,’ she said, ‘and those financial reports I asked for yesterday. Now, Simon!’
He scrambled to his feet, clutching his clothes to his chest and looking
bewildered.
‘But...’
‘Now, Simon.’ Louise repeated more softly, giving his firm bum a squeeze. Simon dressed himself hurriedly in front of her, and then, looking disheveled and exhausted, headed for the door.
‘And Simon,’ she purred.
‘Yes?’
‘Just make sure you remember who’s the boss around here.’
‘Yes, Louise,’ he said nervously
He’d hardly left the office when Louise’s phone rang.
‘It’s me, Melissa. So how are you coping with Simon? Has he got you licked, yet?’
A smile spread over Louise’s face.
‘Well, kind of... but I’m still in charge.’

-THE END-

© Teresa Ashby