A few minutes later, high heels in hand, Terry ran as fast as his breasts and bra would allow him along the corridors of the office until he rounded a corner and collided with someone headed the opposite way at full speed.
Suddenly Terry found himself lying on top of someone, a man. He leapt to his feet immediately and adjusted his micro skirt which had ridden up his hips and exposed his crotch. It was then that he identified the aged gentleman he'd ran into. It was Mr Brass! The boss of the whole company! Oh God, he was gonna be fired now for sure! He's an old man too! Crap, what if he's dead?
"Please," Mr Brass, who wasn't dead, groaned, "Help me up would you, hmm, Miss...?"
"Er, Furgess," Terry replied as he rushed to grab his boss' hand. "Terry - no, Terra Furgess."
Mr Brass chuckled and brushed himself off. Or at least he appeared to be brushing himself down, but Terry's eyes were good enough to recognise the old guy was covertly ogling his body! Oh God, that made him feel so dirty!
"Miss Furgess," Mr Brass said with a definite lust in his voice, "How would you, hmm, like a... position in my office? I can see, hmm, that you have what it takes to go... all the way as my new, hmm, executive personal assistant."
Wait, Terry thought, is that a promotion? It's certainly better than being fired... but isn't he coming on to me?
"What do you need me to do?" he asked. Wait, why did I phrase it like that?
"Come to my office right now and I'll show you, hmm, exactly what I... need from you as my executive personal assistant."
What the hell am I doing? Terry screamed inside his head. I don't want this old man to screw me, I know I don't, but why don't I just say no? Why don't I turn away? Why am I looking at his crotch? Oh God, am I... curious? This could be the big break I'm looking for, and all I gotta do spread my legs for it. I might even enjoy it, which would be the icing on the cake. With this guy's money and age, I bet he's very experienced...
"Er," Terry replied uncertainly, "okay, sure!"
"Walk this way please, Terra," Mr Brass guided Terry towards the elevator with his hand between the woman's butt cheeks.
As he walked, Terry felt the surprisingly pleasurable sensation Mr Brass's finger feeling out his anus and his buttocks squeezing against the boss's hand with the swaying motion of his hips. Mr Brass continued to work with his hand as they entered the elevator and selected the floor. A couple of minutes later, the elevator stopped at the penthouse office suite and the two departed the lift, but left most of their clothing on the elevator's floor...
