Chapter 4
Jessica was eager to get to work the next day. Even though she was again early, this time she found the offices of Graham Real Estate well populated.
Smiling at the three young men seated at desks and working with heavy, impressive-looking volumes, she waltzed down the hallway and entered John Graham's office.
He, too, was busily looking through a huge stack of folders. She gave him a cheery greeting, and he immediately stopped working and rose from his desk to come around to her.
"Ah, Jessica...prompt, yet still looking wide-awake and lovely," he murmured softly, his gaze washing over her body.
She felt a flush of pleasure, both at his compliment and in remembering the wild fucking they'd shared the day before. It was one big reason why she was so eager to come back this morning. She hoped for the chance of a repeat performance...and soon.
He cupped a big hand over one of her tits, squeezing, feeling how her nipple immediately reacted, hardening against his palm.
"Duty calls, dammit," he grunted, rubbed her tit through the thin fabric. "Wish to hell it didn't, but. . . "
His hand fell away. "Better get you settled in, I guess," he sighed, escorting her back to the front area of the building. "Steve, Nick, Bob," he called out, and the men looked up with obvious interest. "I'd like you to meet our new employee, Jessica Bradley."
He waved a hand at each man as he spoke. "Jessica, that tall blonde eyeing you so avidly is Nick. He handles sales...as does Steve here. Steve also handles some of the limited insurance work we do. And, that guy, trying to conceal his lewd thoughts about you, no doubt, is Bob, our bookkeeper."
The man he indicated flushed bright red, and ducked his head, averting his eyes. She smiled impishly, and said, "Hi, Bob...it's going to be a pleasure working with you." The man flushed even deeper at the sensual huskiness she'd put in her voice. Then she smiled at the other two men. A smile that promised much.
She couldn't help but notice how true John's statement about Nick's interest was. He was looking at her in an erotic way that played havoc with her cunt itch. While the other man, Steve, watched her appreciatively, he couldn't match the challenging stare of the tall blonde realtor.
John stood by silently as the men and Jessica indulged in the somewhat stilted conversation of strangers. He knew that Nick would probably take the very first opportunity to fuck Jessica. He also knew the treat that was in store for the man.
John finally reclaimed her attention and showed her the rest of the agency's layout, including her own desk in the reception area. After instructing her on the use of the multi-line switchboard phone system, he told her he would soon be leaving.
"We are all in and out all day," he said. "So you'll have to get used to taking messages for all of us."
"Surely, I'D have more to do than that," Jessica protested. "I want to make a real contribution to the firm."
John laughed. "Don't worry, Jess, you'll have plenty to do and before very long. We get walk-ins too, of course, and there will be forms and letters to type for all of us. Hopefully, the business will soon pick up as well."
She looked at him inquiringly. He gave a slight shrug and answered her unspoken question.
"Don't get the idea we're going under," he said. "One other firm in town is giving us quite a run for the money lately. Prescott Realty. Ol' Roy Prescott is one wily old fox. We seem to end up competing for all the choice properties in town. But things are picking up, and I think soon we'll outdistance him."
Understanding a little better the reference before to Prescott, she smiled at John with confidence. As dynamic and forceful as her boss was, she couldn't imagine how any 'wily old fox' could get the better of him.
After John went back to his office to finish up his work, Nick and Steve moved in on her. They vied for her attention with jokes and funny stories of past transactions in the business. She saw how Bob hung on every word, every gesture she made, but remained at his desk in the corner. Jessica smiled to herself. One of these days she was going to give the meek little bookkeeper an idea of what to do with his ledger!
With obvious reluctance, Nick and Steve soon left to keep appointments. Bob followed in their wake, mumbling something about taking an early lunch. Soon after, John left on business of his own.
Idly, Jessica wondered about John's brother and partner. Joel hadn't shown up at all, and nobody even mentioned him.
Thinking back to her lusty interview with him the day before, and some of the comments John had made about him, Jessica came to the conclusion that Joel spent more of his time playing than working.
The time passed slowly for her. She made one appointment for a woman who had walked in, seeking a small house to buy or rent, with option to buy. She took messages from the few phone calls that came in and left the slips on the appropriate desks.
Finally, with nothing left to do, she sat at her desk and leafed through some of the out-dated magazines left by the chairs in the reception area.
The door opened, and Jessica looked up happily, ready for any sort of diversion at that point. She gave a tiny gasp at the imposing man striding toward her desk.
He was fairly tall, thickly built, and flawlessly dressed in a form-fitting three-piece dove gray suit. He walked with superb confidence, and the proud tilt of his head spoke of extreme poise.
She guessed him to be in his mid to late fifties, although he looked and acted younger. He had a full head of gleaming, pewter gray hair, adding to his distinguished appearance. Clear, piercing blue eyes met hers.
Jessica swallowed and sat straighter in her chair. The action caused her firm tits to thrust forward against her silk blouse in a delightful way, and the man's gaze dropped to the appealing fullness of her boobs.
"May I help you?" she asked faintly.
"Oh, yes, I believe you may," he said, with a throaty chuckle. "I'd like to see Mr. Graham. John Graham."
"Oh. Well, he's not here. . . uh, did you have an appointment?" she floundered, intrigued against her will by the sexy male.
"No, I didn't. You're new, aren't you?" he asked smoothly.
"It's my first day," she admitted.
"Smart move," the man commented, looking her over. "Smart move on John's part, I must admit. Since you're not all that settled in, how would you like to have whatever they're paying you here doubled?"
Jessica gasped, then frowned at him suspiciously. "What? Who are you?"
"Roy Prescott's the name."
She jumped, remembering her earlier conversation with John. Roy Prescott...their highly competitive 'wily old fox.' "
"Do...do you mean you're offering me a job?" she finally managed to gulp.
He moved even closer, towering over her in a way that made her decidedly uneasy. Fervently, she wished for John to walk through the door.
"Why?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.
He stared at her steadily. "Because I want you." Smiling at her look of shock, he added, "And what I want, I usually get. In one way or another."
Jessica flushed as a lewd thought flashed through her mind. In that one moment, she wondered what kind of fuck the man would be. If he was as impressive at screwing as he was now, fucking him would be unbelievably exciting.
She was at once conscious of the damp warmth growing in her eager pussy, and wondered if the man realized the direction of her thoughts.
The lusty gleam in his eyes seemed to prove that he'd read her reaction correctly, and she squirmed in her chair. She jumped as he leaned forward, and tucked a stray curl of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Graham's a lucky man," he commented, his eyes darting into the low vee of her silk blouse. "You not only dress up an office, you seem quite competent and eager. To work, that is. And the customers would certainly find you attractive and appealing. Yes, you'd be an asset in this business, so I repeat my offer. Double your salary. . . plus, certain...um, fringe benefits I think you'll find enjoyable. . . come work for me!"
The offer was interesting, but money wasn't the only reason she'd taken this job in the first place. Jessica realized she already felt a loyalty to Graham Real Estate. She also felt a totally feminine urge to let this man know this time he wasn't getting what he wanted...at least, not now, not so easily.
"Thank you for your offer, Mr. Prescott," she said smoothly. "But I'm quite happy with my job here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to get back to."
Prescott shrugged, and she got the impression he half-expected her refusal and wasn't defeated by it in the least.
He certainly had confidence, she had to admit. But he made no move to leave, and instead, sat on the edge of her desk and leaned toward her.
"You may yet change your mind," he smiled. "But we'll leave that issue for now. So, if you don't wish to work for me, how about fucking me?"
"Mr. Prescott!"
He gave a cynical-sounding laugh. "Don't play the innocent with me, young lady. There's a wanton look to you...the way you move your body, a certain carnal glint in your pretty blue eyes. You're one hot fucker, I imagine...I'd like to find out."
He reached out to trace the outline of her lacy bra through the sheer fabric of her blouse. His finger circled the stubby outline of her hard nipple and a tremor rippled through her pussy.
"Let's fuck," he said gruffly.
Jessica closed her eyes, swaying against the insistent pressure of his hand. She was hot, so very hot and horny. The way he wanted to ball her was so tempting. She wanted to give in...wanted it very much. But her allegiance to her attractive, lusty boss was stronger, at least for the moment.
Jessica's chair clattered and almost overturned as she quickly moved away from the older man and stood facing him. She was breathing fast, and a faint blush stained her cheeks.
"Get out of here!" she cried.
For the first time, Prescott's poise seemed to slip a little. She caught a look of sheer rage before his mask of sophistication once more slipped back into place. Giving her a cat-full-of-cream smile, he stood.
"I'll give you this round, pet," he chuckled. "But that's all."
He started toward the door and just before leaving, turned to face her once again. "Just remember, sweet, what I want, I get. One way or another. I want you, and I'll fuck you one of these days. How it is done is up to you. Either you will eventually take me up on my offer, or. . . "
She blinked. "Or?"
"Or," he finished, with steely eyes riveted to hers and a slightly threatening tone in his voice, "I will do everything in my considerable power to force Graham Real Estate out of business...and thus eliminate the position that you hold in this company as well!"