Professions and Places

echoesofasongforgotten:

Annette was wondering exactly what
she was doing standing there quietly while he typed away at his computer. He hadn’t
said a word to her since he’d called her into his office. He hadn’t even
acknowledged her presence, hadn’t glanced her way, and hadn’t even canted his
head towards her.

He just sat there, the rhythmic
clicking of his keyboard filling the air.

Had she done something wrong? She
didn’t think she had. She always did her best at everything she tried, every
task she was given.

She corrected any mistakes she made
as soon as she was told what they were.

She was good at taking care of
things. She was a good…

There was a pause before she shook
her head slightly to try and clear away that thought.

She was a professional woman. She
was not a girl. She didn’t care about being good, about behaving.

She paused a moment as she shifted
nervously around. Except that she had to keep up professional standards. She
was a career woman, there were expectations.

She had to do her best, always. She
had to be the best. That was what a professional woman did.

She was a professional woman and
she had expectations to meet.

A shiver ran down her spine at the
thought. It felt so good to meet expectations. It made her feel like a good…

Another pause before she shook her
head again.

What had she been thinking about?
She remembered thinking about expectations, she had to meet her expectations. She
was a …

Her head went blank, her thoughts
empty again.

Jaw slackening, mouth opening, eyes
glassing over.

Then he sighed when he noted her
suddenly blank look. “Really, must I put up with you doing this again?”

When he got no response, he stood
up and pushed himself away from his desk before moving up next to her. His
finger slipped up, and lightly crooked beneath her chin, and she could feel the
slight pressure pushing her mouth closed. A moment later, his thumb brushed
over her lips for a slow moment.

“What is it that tripped your
little mind this time?” He asked with a slight frown.

Her lips moved without a sound for
a moment, her eyes glazed over, her breath almost whistling past her lips.

He snapped his fingers in front of
her face, causing her to blink then blink again.

“Wha…” she blinked rapidly, her body
suddenly looking sluggish, her voice a mewling slur.

“Honestly, stop thinking so much.
That’s not why I wanted you in here,” he stated simply. “What was going on in
your silly little mind this time?”

“Nuuuut a guuud gurl…” the words was
said with that faint mewling tone, a trace of hungering want trembling beneath.
“Pr….offessionullll…. w…-“

He snapped his fingers again and
she stopped blinking again rapidly.

“I don’t know why you keep
insisting on this silliness,” gently lifting her eyes to his, he looked into
her gaze. “Out there you are a professional woman. In here, you are a good
girl.”

She mewled softly as the words send
a pulse of bliss suddenly coursing through her empty head.

“It’s a simple little concept,” she
could feel his hand on her thigh, pressing up, slowly lifting her skirt, the
heat starting to drip out of her as he pushed inch by inch up her soft,
sensitive flesh.

“Here, you are a good girl,” his
touch made her arch her back, thrusting out her chest as another surge of sweet
pleasure poured through her at the touch that probed against the clinging silk
of her suddenly damp panties. “Here, you let those thoughts melt out of your
body, and dribble down out of you.”

“Meeeeeeellllltttttting…” she
agreed with a quiet little mewl, eyes fluttering closed.

“No thoughts. Nothing but pleasure
and Obedience,” he told her as she could feel him grinding his fingers in such
an intoxicatingly wonderful surge of pleasure.

“Nothinnnnnng…” she agreed again,
grinding back into him, a sweet, shuddering breath leaving her lips as she
gasped softly in agreement.

And then, just like that, his hand
pulled back, leaving her wanting, grinding and whimpering in want, as if she could
bring his hand back by continuing to lewdly draw attention to her actions.

“Good. Now remember that. I’ll play
with you when I’m finished doing some actual work,” he stated as he slid down
into his seat and she could again hear the rhythmic typing away at his keys,
the sounds echoing through her empty mind.