The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You know something?” Emily said to her friend Megan. “I think this might be the best day of my entire life.”

They were laying-out by the pool at Megan’s house. Well, technically, Megan’s parent’s house.

Megan set her phone down in her lap and looked around thoughtfully. “Well,” she said, “it’s definitely a beautiful day.”

“Exactly,” Emily confirmed, “and it’s the first day of summer. And we graduated,” Emily added.

“That’s true. Oh! And isn’t it someone’s 18th birthday today?” Megan asked, brow furrowing in thought. “Let’s see, I know it’s someone I care about deeply…” She picked up her phone and opened the calendar. “... maybe that guy Greg from Algebra? Or maybe our new cleaning lady?”

Emily burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you little bitch. I thought you actually forgot.”

Megan gave her a look. Just then, Emily’s phone rang.

“An actual phone call on your birthday?” Megan said. “I’m guessing…,” she put the back of her hand to her forehead, “...boomer relative.”

Emily frowned. “It’s my dad’s office number.”

“That counts, I guess,” Megan said, raising an eyebrow.

“He usually calls from his cell,” Emily said, already swiping to answer.

“Scammers can spoof any number, you know,” Megan warned. “Don’t answer it.”

“Hello?” Emily said, ignoring her.

A young woman spoke, “Is this Emily Walker?”

“Yes—who’s this?”

“Hi, Miss Walker, my name is Madison. I’m assistant to Mr. Smith, the C.E.O. of..., I mean, your father’s boss.”

Emily sat up with concern. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh no! Not at all,” Madison laughed lightly and Emily felt a rush of relief, “quite the opposite, actually. Next week is your dad’s 20-year anniversary with the company, and Mr. Smith wants to surprise him with a gift. But he has no idea what your dad likes. Would you be willing to come by this afternoon and help us out?”

“Sure!” Emily said, perking up. She mouthed It’s okay to Megan, who was watching with concern.

“Excellent. Does three-o’clock work? That’s about two hours from now.”

“Yes, that’s perfect.”

“Great. Do you know where the office is?”

“I do—I’ve been there a few times,” Emily said.

“Perfect. When you arrive, park in the underground garage. There will be a valet on the first floor to take your car and show you to the right elevator. Thank you so much, Miss Walker.”

“Thank you!” Emily said, and ended the call.

Megan lived close so two hours was just enough time. Emily raced home to shower and change. Choosing her outfit was tricky. She wished that she owned a business suit, but in the end chose a sheath dress with a blue blazer and flats. It looked good and she felt that it would give her confidence. She bushed her short brown hair, applied a little makeup and rushed to her car.

The drive to the office was uneventful. Along the way she tried to think of ideas for a gift. Part of the problem was that her family was very well off, and her father probably had everything that he ever wanted already.

Emily made it with 6 minutes to spare. She gave the keys to the valet, a young kid about her age who barely looked at her. He pointed behind him and said, “the black elevator at the end.” It was a small elevator and inside there was only one button. Slightly impressed, she pressed the button, the doors whished close and the elevator climbed rapidly. It was a long elevator ride, and Emily took the time to check her appearance in the mirror. She smoothed her short brown hair and thought about letting it grow. Eventually the elevator slowed and stopped and the doors opened directly into a receiving area.

A young, thin, blonde woman in her early 20s was waiting outside the elevator. She was quite attractive. She had a short bob cut and was wearing a flattering business suit. She was holding a tablet in the crook of her arm and smiled when she saw Emily.

“Hello Miss Walker, I’m Madison,” she said cheerfully holding out her hand, “thank you so much for helping us with this.” Emily liked her immediately. She took her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. Call me Emily, please! I’m really excited but I don’t know if I have any ideas.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Madison said, “if nothing works out we won’t be any worse off than we are now. Besides, I think Mr. Smith has something in mind already and is just looking to make it a perfect fit.”

“Do you know what it is?” Emily asked.

“I don’t want to guess, but if I’m right, he’ll probably send it home with you.”

Madison led Emily a short distance to the large black doors behind her desk. They were probably the most impressive doors Emily had ever seen. They were tall, wooden, and embossed with a carving of a large apple tree. Above the door was a slogan in Latin.

“What does that say?” Emily asked.

Madison looked up at the carving. “It’s the company motto. ’We change the world.”

Emily’s phone buzzed.

“I’m sorry,” Emily said, “do you mind if I check my phone? I promised my friend I’d message her when I got here.”

“Of course!” Madison laughed, “good to do it now, Mr. Smith has a thing about people looking at their phones in a meeting. Turn it off when you’re done, okay?”

Emily nodded and opened her phone. It was Megan of course. “Everything okay?”

She typed back quickly, “Yes. Can’t chat. They’re going to send it home with me.”

“What is it?” Megan asked, but Emily had turned off the phone and dropped it into her purse. She nodded at Madison. Madison turned and opened the doors to a very large, very impressive office.

Mr. Smith was seated behind a large oak desk. He was a tall man, about 70 probably, but very fit and great hair. Emily ired his suit. It was, in a word, perfect. “Probably didn’t get that off the rack,” she thought.

The floor was carpeted, which took her by surprise a bit. You didn’t see carpet much anymore. This was a soft white carpet that she thought she could fall asleep on. It was wall to wall. Well, wall to window actually. The entire wall behind Mr. Smith’s desk was glass. Emily had guessed correctly that they were on the top floor. She knew that if she walked up to the window, the entire city would be laid out below her. She had to it it would feel empowering.

Mr. Smith’s desk was in the center of the room. It’s surface was bare except for a small laptop on the side which was closed and three crystal paper weights that she assumed were a gift from someone important to him. Halfway between the desk and the back wall was a coffee table with a couch on both sides and a chair at the end facing the desk. It was just close enough to the desk to have a comfortable conversation. In the center of the coffee table was a crystal bowl with what looked like rose petals.

Behind the furniture, taking up most of the back wall, wall the largest mirror that Emily had ever seen. It was framed in gold and served to make the already large room look twice as big and allowed Mr. Smith to see the city view behind him.

Mr. Smith stood as they entered and came around the desk to greet them with a smile. She recognized his shoes as Louboutin, her father had a pair.

“Emily! So nice to meet you!” she liked him immediately. He seemed like a cheerful grandfather.

He held out his hand and she shook it. It was pleasantly dry and warm.

“I’m excited to help,” she said with a smile.

“Of course,” he said, “I promise you, this will be the funest thing I do all day. Go ahead and have a seat.”

Mr. Smith turned back towards his desk. Halfway to the chair Emily’s shoe came off her heel. She paused to fix it. Mr. Smith had almost reached his desk and said over his shoulder, “I’m terribly sorry to hear about your parents, although I understand that even though they are separated, the situation is entirely amicable.”

Emily froze in place. “What?” she asked in dismay. This was a complete shock to her.

Mr. Smith stopped and turned with a surprised look on his face. He glanced for an instant at the chair and then to Emily standing in the middle of the room. He looked a bit embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, how careless of me, I thought you were seated. Did I get that wrong?” He waved a hand. “I have a lot of employees and mix them up sometimes. Please, take a seat.” He indicated the chair again and sat behind his desk. Emily sat in the chair. She immediately ired the way the light refracted through the paper weights on his desk from this angle.

It was a comfortable chair. In fact, Emily thought it might be the most comfortable chair that she had ever sat in. She made a note to ask Madison where it had come from. She was going to have her own apartment soon.

“So,” Mr Smith began, “As I was saying, I was sorry to hear that your parents separated a few weeks ago. Although, I understand that it’s very amicable and they are staying married but your mother has moved into another bedroom in the house?”

Emily was distracted a bit by the chair. It was super comfortable to be sure, but she was now feeling a slight sense of vertigo while sitting in it. It ed quickly though and she was able to focus on Mr. Smith.

“Yes, I guess my father told you.” At first it had worried her, but it had been a couple of weeks now and her mother and father seemed fine together. There was no fighting, yelling or drama, her mother had just started sleeping in the guest room and eventually moved her stuff there.

Now that she thought about it, it seemed obvious that her father might tell his boss about a change that significant in his home life. She hoped she didn’t seem like a ditz when she’d asked, “what??” She was just surprised that he knew. Right? She felt a little confused.

Mr Smith sat quietly for a moment. He was gazing at her with an almost wistful smile.

“Let’s talk about you for a moment,” he said leaning back into his chair. “You’re really quite strikingly beautiful aren’t you? Men tell you that often. Do you find that to be an advantage, or disadvantage?”

The vertigo returned and at the same time Emily was a bit taken aback by this. Whatever she expected him to say, it wasn’t that. Still, perhaps she should have expected it. Men did tell her that often. She tried to decide whether it was an advantage or not but she couldn’t think of a single specific example of when it had been either.

“You’re used to getting a lot of male attention. It can’t be helped, can it? It’s not their fault.

Well, that was certainly true. When she was younger it bothered her but she was used to it now. Men would be men. Megan for example, hated it when guys ogled her but it never really bothered Emily that much. Why, earlier she had just ignored the stunned look on the valet’s face and how he had openly gawked at her when she got out of her car and gave him the keys. It was cute even. Slowly the feeling of vertigo ed.

“It’s not your fault either, you are the very picture of innocence on the outside. Oh, but on the inside you smolder don’t you dear?”

This was beyond inappropriate. “Mr. Smith…,” she began, but he interrupted her.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, almost as an afterthought. Usually there was specific intent behind that question, but Mr. Smith just seemed curious, like a grandfather might be. Besides, she thought this would be a great time to talk about her boyfriend.

“I do.” she answered.

“What’s his name?” he asked.

“Stephan, but why is this important?

Mr. Smith looked up at her now, his eyebrows arched, “Oh come now Miss Walker, you and Stephan broke up weeks ago.” He let out a little chuckle and the vertigo feeling began again, “It was also very amicable and you were never upset about it.”

Emily opened her mouth to protest but found herself momentarily speechless. She wanted to protest but...it was true; she and Stephan had stopped seeing each other. Did her dad tell him this? She couldn’t even telling him about it. In addition to the vertigo, she began to hear a buzzing sound in her ears.

“I’m not sure what his issue was,” Mr Smith continued, “but you were definitely bored with the relationship. He’s been sleeping with your friend Megan for weeks now. They’re fucking like little rabbits aren’t they? It doesn’t bother you a bit. They’re better for each other. Your problem with Stephan was the sex—it was so, normal. It wasn’t wrong. Sex is just boring if it isn’t wrong. Wrong sex is hot sex, don’t you agree?”

To Emily’s great relief the vertigo slowly receded and the buzzing subsided. She took a deep breath and realized that there was a pregnant pause in the air. Mr. Smith had just finished speaking and he had asked her a question. “Wouldn’t you agree?” he’d said. She wasn’t sure just what he’d been saying, but the general tone had been conversational. She didn’t want to appear inattentive and ask “what?” so she just said, “yes, of course.”

Mr. Smith smiled at her kindly. Then he seemed to notice her discomfort.

“Is everything okay, Miss Walker?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Smith, but would it be alright if I use the restroom for a moment?” Emily wanted a moment to regroup and refocus, maybe splash some water on her face.

“Of course,” he said, “is anything wrong?”

“Well, to be honest I’m feeling a bit dizzy.”

Mr. Smith frowned for a moment and looked down at the paper weights on his desk. He nudged one of them slightly to the right.

“That’s a symptom of dehydration, my dear. I’ll have Madison bring you some water. You’ll feel better after you drink something.”

Emily felt relief. It was dehydration—from being out at the pool all morning. She suddenly felt thirsty. Mr. Smith opened his laptop, touched a key and spoke immediately, “Madison, could you bring water for Miss Walker?”

“Yes sir, right away,” came Madison’s voice.

“And I can’t find my notes on, um, what Tom likes. Do you have a copy?”

“I do,” came Madison’s sing-song voice over the intercom. “I’ll be right there.” And a few moments later she came through the large doors with a bottle of water and a single sheet of paper in her hand.

She smiled as she approached and handed Emily the bottle of water.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” she said and then turned towards the desk. Emily took a drink from the bottle and watched as Madison strode the two or three steps to the desk. Emily wasn’t certain, but from the angle she had she thought that she saw Madison mouth a silent, “wow” towards Mr. Smith once she had his eye. Emily noticed a certain amount of hip-sway in Madison’s walk. Exaggerated perhaps?

“Are they fucking?” she suddenly wondered. For some reason the idea fascinated her. Madison had to be at least 40 years younger than him. Wasn’t he married? She was his employee! The whole concept was wrong but at the same time incredibly hot. For a brief moment she imagined Madison bent face forward over that desk with her dress pulled up while the much older man, probably married, and her boss, fucked her from behind.

She took another drink of water and wondered what she would do in Madison’s place. Would she seduce her boss? He was so much older. And her father’s boss, and married! He was too old to be attractive by himself, but all those other factors made the idea hot as hell for her. She felt a tinge of arousal but she knew she could hide it. People had no idea how horny she was sometimes!

“Anything else sir,” Madison asked, and Emily noticed that she idly ran the fingers of her left hand along the desktop, convincing Emily that they were an item. “Hot,” she thought.

“Would you like to us?” Mr. Smith asked Madison. “You know a bit about what Tom likes.”

“Of course, I’d be glad too.” She smiled again at Emily and took a seat on the far end of the couch nearest the desk, crossing her legs.

“How would she know anything about what my father likes?” Emily thought with a tiny bit of suspicion.

“I think that water will address all of your problems and the dizziness and buzzing won’t be a concern anymore.” Mr. Smith started to say. It was true, Emily was currently feeling a little vertigo, less than before, but it didn’t worry her anymore now that she had the water. She nodded.

“Good,” he said smiling as he scanned the notes in front of him, “because we have quite a bit of work ahead of us.”

Mr Smith chuckled again.

“So..,” he said looking at the piece of paper, “Tom has a thing for blondes.” He looked up and smiled at Emily, “..like you, I guess.” He glanced at the paper again and added, “you have such lovely long curly blond hair, my dear.”

The vertigo was back but Emily ignored it. This conversation was getting a little weird. She spoke up, “I don’t have blonde hair, Mr. Smith, I’m a blonde.” She glanced at Madison for help. Madison said, “Of course you are.”

With her confirmation the world righted and the feeling of vertigo receded. But something still seemed a little off Emily glanced down for a moment but there was nothing different about her hair. It was exactly the same long wavy blonde hair that she’d checked in the elevator. She did have beautiful hair. It was something she’d always been proud of.

Mr Smith had set the paper down on his desk now and was looking straight at Emily with a content grin on his face.

“And such brilliant blue eyes,” he said.

Her eyes were brown, very brown. She knew this because…

because…

because... she specifically wore s to make them brown. To draw a little less attention from men. She wasn’t sure it worked but she knew her eyes were brown, well, she meant her s were brown, because her eyes were a brilliant blue.

“and what a body,” Mr. Smith said with a wistful tone, “like only a teenager can have. Not a hint of cellulite, perfect legs, amazing ass.” He turned his gaze to Emily directly. “And breasts quite a bit larger than average, wouldn’t you say? No wonder men find you difficult to resist.”

The vertigo feeling returned, quite suddenly and sharply. Emily subconsciously griped the arms of the chair tightly. It would be over in a moment she thought, and then she should probably find an excuse to leave. This meeting was not at all what she expected it to be, although to be honest she wasn’t that surprised. She was way above average in looks and it was hard sometimes to keep men focused on a subject other than her. She drew a lot of male attention, especially her breasts, but she was used to it. It wasn’t Mr. Smith’s fault really. Slowly the vertigo receded and when her breathing recovered she took another drink from the water bottle. It helped.

She was going to start an excuse to leave. It seemed like a good idea. She wasn’t feeling well and this conversation was very inappropriate even if it was a little hot to have her Dad’s boss perving on her. Also, to be frank, she was feeling a little bit horny, which was true a lot lately. She was good at hiding it but inside she smoldered. She knew tonight she’d be having a special moment in the bath.

“Actually, I should probably go…” she begin but he interrupted her.

“Of course. We’ll have you out of here in just a moment. Back home to the man of the house.”

What a strange way to describe her father. He was the man of the house, obviously, but it seemed an odd phrase. The way she heard it there were almost capital letters, “The MAN of the House.” Man was a sexy word. God, everything seemed sexy lately. Maybe she would draw that bath as soon as she got home.

“Are you finished?” Madison asked over her shoulder to Mr. Smith.

“Just about,” he said jovially, “I’d like her to walk to the mirror and back so I can ire her amazing ass and legs.”

Madison turned back to Emily and rolled her eyes.

“I think I’m going to go,” Emily said.

Madison stood up and walked over to the chair. “Come on, we’re going to walk to the mirror and back so the old man can check out your ass and legs and then walk back here and sit down for a moment and I’ll get this meeting to an end. By the way, I really ire your outfit. You always pick just the right outfit, don’t you, just a tiny bit sexier than what other women might wear but not enough to start a riot.

“Thank you,” Emily whispered. “I thought your dress was beautiful too when I got here today”.

There was a bit of vertigo again but it ed, and Emily agreed with the plan. She stood up.

“Be careful,” Mr Smith said gleefully, “the carpet can be tricky in those heels.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Madison shot back, “she’s been walking in heels since forever.”

Emily spun deftly in her heels as if to punctuate Madison’s remark and together they walked toward the mirror on the far wall. She knew the way Mr. Smith was watching. Normally it wouldn’t matter to her at all, she was used to it. But the whole inappropriateness of it just made it hot as hell. She ignored him though, and merely walked to the wall. Her legs looked fantastic she noticed and her sharp, sexy, business suit showed just the right amount of cleavage framed by her hair The skirt was tight enough to show the curves of her hips and rear, and definitely short enough to make any man wonder about the rest of her thighs. She looked amazing.

Together they walked back to the chair. Emily sat and Madison moved over to Mr. Smith’s desk and perched on the corner. It was such a comfortable and informal act that Emily was now certain they were fucking.

“Emily, Madison and I are going to have a conversation that doesn’t interest you.” Mr. Smith said flatly. Emily’s eyes glazed a bit and her gaze moved to the window view. She took another sip of her water.

“What do you think?” he asked?

“Mmmm,” Madison said, “it’s really, really good.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s all looks,” she shrugged, “and as good as they are, and they are good, it won’t be enough.”

“It’s not all looks,” Mr. Smith said a bit defensively, “she has...predilections.”

“Oh boss,” she said with exasperation, “when do you want this present opened? Next Christmas?”

“I was hoping for this weekend, actually,” he replied.

She turned to face him, “May I, then?”

“Of course!” he said with amusement.

“Emily!” Madison hopped off the desk and clapped her hands sharply. Emily’s gaze sharpened and she smiled at Madison.

“So Emily,” she smiled, “Get a good grip on the arms of that chair because I know a bunch of secrets about you! Do you want to know what they are?”

“What secrets?”

“Well, for one thing, I know that you are a very positive person, always happy. You just see the best in everything don’t you? Am I right?”

“That’s not a secret,” Emily said smiling.

“And you are so close to your family. So full of affection for them.”

“Of course,” Emily laughed, “these are very boring secrets.” She was feeling the vertigo but didn’t pay it any attention.

“You have a body built for sex, Emily. You are a one-in-a-billion freak of nature. I mean, the looks are obvious but that’s just the tip of the iceberg. You’ll see what I mean. From now on, sex with you will be the best sex anyone has ever had in their entire life.”

“Why did you use that qualifier, ‘from now on’?” she heard Mr. Smith ask, “it will prevent continuity in her past.”

Madison shot him a glance. “Do you want her exes coming around forever?”

“Ah. Good point.”

Madison turned back to Emily.

“The thought of a man cumming is erotic as hell for you, isn’t it Emily? You can practically feel a man’s arousal growing. You can tell exactly how close he is to orgasm and you find the anticipation incredible. You could get off on it. In fact, you do get off on it. A man climaxing is orgasmic for you.”

How does she know this?

“Do you the first time your girlfriend told you about it? How she and her boyfriend tried and tried and finally had a simultaneous orgasm. She was so excited but you thought she was kidding at first. For you that always happens. For you, it’s impossible for it not to happen. The fact that he’s cumming always puts you over the edge. When he cums, you cum. Every. Single. Time.”

Emily placed her hands on the side of the chair and planted her feet flat on the floor. The room was really starting to tilt.

Madison leaned forward to be closer to Emily’s ear, careful to stay a certain distance away. “Do you like giving blowjobs, Emily?” she asked in a whisper. Emily thought about it. She was definitely good at blowjobs but she could take them or leave them.

“No,” Emily groaned.

“You fucking LOVE giving blowjobs.”

Emily gripped the arms of the chair harder. She fucking loved giving blowjobs.

“You love everything about them, Emily. You love the feel, the taste, the smell, the sound, everything.”

“How does she know this??” Emily wondered.

“In fact, if your lips every touch a penis you just have to finish it. If you try to resist for some reason, the urge to suck that dick just grows more intense. When you continue it feels even better than before. You can try to win this game, but you never will.”

Madison stood upright again. “If he stops you the compulsion fades. Otherwise you just can’t stop until he cums.”

Emily’s grip on the chair arms was tight now, white knuckled. She was worried about the windows, about the room tipping so far that the chair fell against the glass and shattered it. She closed her eyes.

“I don’t see how this is going to speed things up.” she heard Mr. Smith comment. Madison shot him a look.

“You know what else I know? Do you know the floor is lava game? The game that children play?”

Emily tried to nod.

“For as long as you can you have your very own, very secret version of that game. Even your parents don’t know about it. You call it, ‘my panties game’.”

Now this was something no one knew. It was impossible for Madison to know about this. She had forgotten about the panties game herself. She knew she had played it, but she couldn’t exactly….

“You never, ever wear panties in Daddy’s bedroom. Never, ever, ever.”

“Never, ever, ever,” Emily whispered. That was it, that was indeed the panties game. This was getting scary. How could she know this? There was no one who could have told her, not Megan, not her father, not her mother, no one. She never went into her father’s room without a quick stop in her room, or the bathroom, or once the cabana by the pool when her father had asked her to go up to his room and get his glasses. If she had to go into her parents room, well, she thought of it as “Daddy’s room”, she always removed her panties first.

Emily was leaning forward now, her hands like clamps on the arms of the chair and her face as pale as a ghost. She felt like she might throw up. She felt Madison’s hand on her shoulder and even though part of her brain was telling her not to trust her, the touch still seemed kind.

“We’re almost done, dear, just one more thing.” she heard her say.

“I know you don’t realize it, but you really like to tease your father...sexually.”

“What? No!” Emily gasped desperately, and the room lurched violently against her resistance.

“I can understand how you can deny it, because I said that you don’t realize it, but it’s true. Some part of you gets a thrill if you can arouse him sexually. You really enjoy working him up.”

“God, no” Emily thought, that was sick. But a tiny part of her thought the idea was a little hot. I mean, it was so wrong!

Every now and then, when you’re comfortable and safe with your family, you have a sexy little accident. You’ll find your subconscious is quite inventive and shameless in this regard. Embarrassment and shame are a turn on for you, after all.”

“No,” Emily protested softly, but it was already true. Had always been true. Wrong sex was hot sex. Feelings of embarrassment and shame aroused her. But she would never deliberately try to turn-on her father. If she did, it would be an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Madison said reassuringly, “you won’t even realize you’re doing it. Not doing it intentionally is exactly why it will work.”

Then she changed the subject. “Does your father have a pet name for you?”

“Yes,” Emily whispered in a soft voice. How could Madison know all these things? Her father couldn’t have told her, there was no way that he knew.

“What is it, dear?”

“Muffin.” she said, her voice very audible.

“From now on, whenever your father calls you Muffin you will feel very affectionate towards him. You just have to give him a hug or something.”

Emily nodded.

“And you get the playful but irresistible idea to touch his penis somehow.”

Emily closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Oh it’s just a fun little game, dear! Make it an accident. He probably won’t even notice. Just brush your hip against him or something.”

But here’s the thing, Emily. Each time this happens, your touch needs to be a little more brazen. Brushing your hip against his crotch just won’t satisfy you a second time. Somehow you need to make it sexier. More and more brazen each time until at last nothing is left but to kiss it.

But that’s as far as it goes,” Madison said standing upright, “After that, the kiss satisfies you every time. I know you think it will be hard to find a way to kiss your father’s penis but by the time you get to that point it’ll be much easier to get away with it, I promise.”

Emily was hunched forward gasping for air with her hands clenched so tightly on the chair it would take a pliers to get them off. She groaned.

“Tom’s not really into anal, so you caught a break there, but I’m kinda interested in how that changes if he ever gives you a try. Best ass fuck he’ll ever have,” she said turning away and walking back to sit on the edge of Mr. Smith’s desk.

“Now those are ‘predilections’,” she said to him.

“Perhaps a little less subtle than I would have been.”

“Oh yeah, you are the essence of subtlety. Besides, you have other appointments today.”

“Of course,” he said and looked at Emily with a smile. She was starting to recover. She was sitting upright now, her eyes tearing. She looked pale.

“My dear, I’m sorry but I have to move onto other things now. Madison will help you to the elevator. You’ll find that as you descend back to your car you will forget about any unpleasantness you felt in here this morning. You will only that we had a delightful conversation about how wonderful we find your father and how much we appreciate the work he does for us.”

Emily followed Madison to the elevator, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. The elevator was waiting there, the door open.

“I know you have questions,” Madison said. “If you do, call me when you get to your car.”

Emily nodded and entered the elevator. She planned to call her father immediately. The doors closed and the lift began to descend. She fumbled to get the phone out of her purse. The air in the elevator was cool and she leaned against the wall. She found the phone but it was off. She turned it on. The lift continued to descend, she was feeling better. She stood upright. Her phone finally dinged. She looked at it. There was a message from Megan. The doors opened to the basement. Her car was waiting just in front of her. The engine was running and the valet was standing there holding the door open. She didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone blush that deeply before. She didn’t have any questions for Madison, in fact, she didn’t even Madison inviting her to call. She gave the valet a sexy little wave as she got in. He was watching her ass, she knew, they always did, she was used to it. It wasn’t his fault.

“Call me,” she messaged to Megan then put the car in gear and turned out onto the street.

“Well?” Megan asked, “what is it?”

“What is what?” Emily asked.

“The gift for your Dad, stupid!”

“Oh no!” Emily exclaimed, “they forgot to send it home with me!”