Unknown: Bondage brat

Valerie Jones moved through the crowded lobby at Bloomingdale's, stopping to admire the sensuous red lipsticks and the gleaming, enamel nail polishes. She was a beautiful woman and enjoyed adorning her tall, exquisite body, with its high, full tits, or putting expensive cosmetics on her lovely face, with its wide blue-green eyes, pert nose and full, sensual lips.

As she moved on to the perfume counter and sprayed some Chanel Number Five at the base of her deeply tanned, elegant throat, she glanced up at the clock. It was almost two; her lunch hour was over and she hurried back to her Park Avenue office, where she was a very well paid secretary to a high-ranking lawyer.

Her long, tapering legs, in their expensive snake-skin shoes moved quickly across Lexington, then over to Sixtieth and West, to Park. Her boss, Mr. Eldridge, liked her, but she still didn't like to be late. In fact, she often thought that he liked her a little bit too much. She had watched his eyes travel down her body and linger at her chest where the full breasts began to swell upwards, or down at her legs, following their long, curved lines with greed and lust. He was attractive enough, but married and Valerie had been a poor girl for too long to bother with that.

She considered herself lucky to have found her present job, not only because it paid well, but because it afforded her the chance to meet many eligible and rich men. She intended to marry one of them and so be assured a life of ease and comfort. She was a beauty and she knew it; she wanted to use her lovely body and sexy face in the best manner possible.

As she rode up to the twentieth story in the elevator, she ran into Burt, who worked as a clerk in her office.

"Hello, Valerie."

"Hi."

"Have a nice lunch?"

"Fine." She knew the oaf was trying to make conversation and she knew, too, that his eyes burned with desire as he looked upon her low cut white crepe shirt and her narrow wheat colored linen skirt, with the long sexy slit up the side. Burt was cute, with his curly hair and warm smile, but he was a nothing, who was going nowhere. Valerie knew that she had to be very selective about who she spent her time with. If the other lawyers at her firm thought that she was cheap, it would ruin her chances.

"Say, Valerie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I'm busy," she lied.

"How about Friday then?"

"Busy then too."

Burt just fell silent as he looked away. His mind though, raced busily along.

'The haughty bitch,' he thought, 'she's so stuck up! Who does she think she is, the Queen of Sheba or something?'

I'd show her a hot fucking thing or two. I why the snotty cunt won't give me a tumble! She doesn't like my job, the greedy little slut! I've seen her kissing the asses of some of those moronic lawyers, just because she can get a fancy dinner at some overpriced, snobby joint. If she went out with me, once, just once, I'd show her that money has nothing to do with being a man!!

Valerie looked away for the rest of the ride and as she stepped out of the elevator, she didn't even give him a backward glance. He stood there, watching her shapely ass wiggle away from him, his mind repeating, 'Bitch, bitch, bitch,' in time to her seductive walk.

Back at her desk, she put her things away and went in to see if her boss wanted anything from her.

Blair Eldridge was, at forty-two, a very handsome man. Lots of jogging and tennis kept his body lean, youthful and hard. Expensive clothing covered that sleek, muscular torso. Summers, he spent long week-ends in the Hamptons with his wife and two kids, so on this July day, deeply tanned face smiled up handsome and appealing, at Valerie when she stepped into his plush office.

She noticed his attentive glance, taking all of her supple young form in at a glance, looking at the low-cut blouse, and resting on her crotch. She grew uncomfortable and cleared her throat. "Was there anything that you needed, Mr. Eldridge?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, I want you to take a letter for me, Miss Jones," he responded, so that she went back outside to get her steno pad and pencil. Then she returned to his office, careful to leave the door ajar and sat down beside his desk. Mr. Eldridge cleared his throat and walked around the office a few times before he began the dictation.

"Dear Sirs, it has come to my attention…" his voice droned on and on, the usual business letter. As he spoke, his eyes returned to her body, noticing with pleasure the way that her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, revealing the top of her tanned thigh and showing off her slender, pretty ankles in the high-heeled shoes. It seemed to Valerie that he was unusually verbose in this particular letter; she knew him to be a man of elegant and articulate prose and she wondered why he was taking so long in getting to the point.

Her pencil continued its progress along the lined paper, writing the words.

"Shut the door. Your legs are driving me crazy and I have to touch them!" Valerie's eyes opened wide when she read those words. She was shocked.

Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Eldridge crossed the room and closed the door softly.

"Mr. Eldridge, I'm…" she faltered.

"Blair, call me Blair," he said, coming over to her and taking her lovely face in his hands as he stooped to kiss her trembling lips.

"No, no, it's wrong. You're my boss!"

"And you're a gorgeous woman that I want to make love to!"

"But your wife…"

"I don't want you to make love to her. Just to me!"

"Mr. Eldridge!"

"Blair!" he corrected, moving his hands through her long, silky ash blonde hair. The slow caress was making her blood begin to seethe and boil and she fought the desire that welled up in her veins.

"I don't want this!" she said, getting up quickly, but his arms around her shoulders stopped her from moving. He drew her to him and kissed her deeply, his hands finding the opening of the blouse and starting to caress the soft, warm flesh that quivered so enticingly beneath his fingers.

"No, no…" she said weakly, but her arms had come up around his body and she felt the shock of desire as he pressed his taut chest against her.

His hands slid under her skirt, seeking the soft furry place between her legs, but she pulled away and went over to the window, shaking and struggling to regain her composure.

"Mr. Eldridge, I have really enjoyed working for you. You are a nice man and very considerate towards me. But I can't do this, I just can't no matter how much it might please me!" said Valerie, hoping to fend him off, but also to flatter him, for her job was important to her and she didn't want to lose it.

He picked up on her words instantly. "Would it please you, would it?" and he crossed the room and stood before the trembling woman.

"Don't deny yourself then – and don't deny me. I can help you a lot in this office, Valerie… you don't want to be a secretary for the rest of your life, do you?" he said coaxingly.

"No, I don't," she said, beginning to understand the meaning of his words. She stood there, thinking hard. His hands moved back to her body and caressed the firm melons of her ass. She made no move to stop him, not even as they slid up underneath her skirt and pushed the white nylon of her panties away from her moist crotch.

She understood that although he couldn't marry her, there were many other things that he might be able to do for her. He was well-liked and well-respected in the firm and his influence was extensive.

Her mind dulled and heated; it was hard to think when his hand was sliding around her pussy with a teasing slowness, just barely brushing the lips. She felt his erection growing against her thigh as he pressed his body into hers.