Assfuck Your Way to the Top
By Charlotte Mistry
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Charlotte Mistry
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“Well, Sarah,” said Mr. Carlin, “I’m afraid that your performance review this past quarter just wasn’t up to snuff.”
Sarah sat in the chair across from his desk, stricken. She couldn’t afford to lose this job, not now- it was too important to her. She’d promised herself that she’d move into a new apartment to commemorate her success with the company, and she was all ready to make the move next week. Without her job she wouldn’t even be able to pay her rent. “What do you mean?”
She thought desperately. She’d done her work admirably, as far as she knew. Where had she gone wrong? What had she left undone?
Mr. Carlin shuffled through the files on his desk. He was an older man, with graying hair and lines around his mouth. He’d circumvented balding gracefully by shaving his head down to close-cropped stubble. He shrugged a little.
“Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but with the state of the economy these days we have to look at each individual employee’s reputation as compared to the rest. Marion was hired just around the time you were, as I recall, but her performance has been reported as better all around.”
Sarah’s confusion turned into indignation. Marion! She knew why Marion was getting a better performance review than she was- unlike Sarah, Marion had no compunction about lying and backstabbing her way to the top.
Well, two could play at that game. Sarah was nothing if not determined, and she wasn’t about to give up on her job over a little thing like this!
“Mr. Carlin,” Sarah leaned forward a little, so that her blouse gaped open at the top. It was subtle enough to be counted as accidental, and she watched in satisfaction as Mr. Carlin’s eyes flicked to the soft mounds of her breasts before looking away. “You know how I devote myself to this job. To this company.” She leaned forward a little farther. “You. I love my job. I throw my whole self into it. Why, I don’t know what I’d do if it seemed like I might lose it.”
“Yes, well, be that as it may…”
“Why, I think I’d do just about anything for my job,” Sarah mused, and she very carefully uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. Her hemline was significantly higher on her pantyhose-encased legs than it was when she began. Her high-heeled shoe dangled enticingly from her toe. Mr. Carlin was watching her more intently, now. His eyes ran up the length of her legs and he cleared his throat almost absentmindedly.
“Your speed on piecework was quite good, as well as your data entry pace.” He seemed to be trying to steer the conversation back into a more standard performance evaluation, but Sarah was having none of it.
“That’s not all I’ve got good speed on.” Sarah pitched her voice low and sultry. “Would you like to see just how good?”
Mr. Carlin licked his lips, just a quick unconscious dart of the tongue, and she knew she had him. If only she could push a little bit more.
Sarah pushed herself out of her chair to lean against his desk, eyelashes fluttering and chest pushed forward.
“I’m quite good at filing. You know. Putting things in, taking them out…” She rubbed up against the corner of his desk through her skirt, making it clear what she was doing. “Would you like a demonstration?”
Mr. Carlin sat back in his chair. His eyes were fixed on her crotch. Perfect. “I… Suppose that could be arranged. Yes,” he barely seemed able to tear his eyes away to look up at her face, “a demonstration could be quite educational. Perhaps it would help me to reconsider?”
Oh, she was going to give him the reconsidering of his life. “You got it, big boy.”
Sarah stepped back. She canted her hips and tossed her hair to the side, regarding Mr. Carlin with half-lidded, calculating eyes. She ran her hands down the front of her blouse, her mouth in a gasping O. She could see the glazed look in Carlin’s eyes, the way he was practically drooling like a dog. This was going to be too easy.
Her fingers went to her first button. She popped it loose without taking her eyes off of Carlin, and she moved on to the next one with a syrup-slow sense of theatricality. Sarah licked her lips as she moved on to the third button, and then the fourth. When she finished she pulled it free of her skirt with a sharp motion and then let it hang off her shoulders, curtains that concealed nothing.
She unhooked her bra and let it fall to Carlin’s desk from her outstretched fingertips. Her hands went back to her chest, smoothing nearly translucent fabric over her skin and the dark, hard peaks of her nipples. “See anything you like, sir?” she purred.
He pushed himself up from the desk. When he spoke, his voice was rough. She could see the want in his eyes, the need. “You could say that.”
“Why don’t you show me just how much you like it?” Sarah took a step forward, and then another, until she was leaning up against the front of Carlin’s desk with her hands splayed out flat on the desk’s surface and her chest thrust out. Her two creamy tits seemed to hypnotize Carlin. She bounced a little and his eyes followed them.