"No, Suzie, that's okay. I'm glad you told me. He would have gone an cheating on me. Look, I don't want to talk about it any more, okay?"
"Sure, Arlene," said Suzie. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Halsted wants to see you."
"Oh? What about?"
"I dunno. He just said a minute ago that I should tell you to go into his office. Maybe he has a letter for you to type or something."
"He has his own fucking secretary to type his Goddamn letters," said Arlene testily. "I've got work to do."
"I'm only telling you what he said to me," replied Suzie. Arlene picked up her notebook and pencil and went to see the boss.
"Yes, Mr. Halsted? You wanted to see me?"
"Why yes, my dear," said the executive. "Do sit down. I wanted to discuss something with you."
"Sure," said Arlene. "What is it?"
"Hmm, well, I understand that you've… excuse me, let me close the door."
"It is closed," said Arlene.
"Just wanted to make sure." Arlene heard the distinct sound of a lock being turned. "There," said Mr. Halsted. "It was awfully drafty in here. Now, the word around the office is that you have broken up with your boyfriend. Is that true?"
"Yes," she said simply. "What did you want to discuss with me?"
"Well, um, perhaps now that you've been set free, well, maybe you and I can become better friends, right? I mean, I understood that because you had a boyfriend, much of your time was spent with him."
"What are you saying, Mr. Halsted?" she asked. She sensed danger with this man. He didn't want to be just friends. He wanted something more, and he made little attempt to bide that fact.
"Just this, Arlene. I would like to get to know you better. I've always liked you, my dear, and I didn't want to interfere if you already had a steady guy, but now, well… I think that the two of us can get to know each other a lot better, don't you agree?"
Without giving her a chance to reply, he moved over to where she was sitting and picked up her hand and held it for several moments.
She sat there impassively. She knew he was making a play for her, and of all the people in the world, Mr. Halsted was not the type of guy she went home and dreamed about.
When her boss became a little more aggressive, and started to gently touch her blouse, she pulled away. "Mr. Halsted, please. I thought you wanted me to take a letter for you."
"Why? I have Emma for that. No, I want something else from you," he said simply. "When I hired you, I told you you had to be friendly and cooperative. Now I want you to prove it. I let you alone long enough."
He began to paw at her body. She tried to get away from him, running to the door, but was unable to unlock it. She raced behind his huge desk and began to shout at him.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled. "Get away from me!"
Mr. Halsted chased after her. Though she was unable to leave the office, she kept her distance from him by racing around the huge wooden desk in the center of the room.
After running around the desk three times, she made another attempt to escape through the door.
It was still locked, and in struggling to get behind the desk again, she stumbled and fell and Mr. Halsted was right there beside her.
He helped her up and led her to the sofa. "That's what happens when you go running about," he said. "Now you shouldn't be so unfriendly towards me. I said I like friendly people when I hired you, and you led me to think you were quite friendly. You wouldn't want me to have to change my mind about you, would you?"
She didn't answer him. He took her silence to mean that she was willing to let him do anything he wanted with her, and he started to fondle her breasts by pressing his hands against her blouse.
She struggled to get away. He held her tightly against him, and started this time to slip his fingers inside her blouse.
"Mr. Halsted, please!" she said. "Don't do that!"
"Why not?" he asked. "You're not seeing Eddie any more. If you don't have a boyfriend now, there's no reason we can't get to know each other very well, right?"
"No, Mr. Halsted. Please don't touch me." He continued to hold onto her as she struggled to get away. He had lusted after her ever since he first fucked her, and he ached to slide his prick into her cunt again. Now that she didn't have a steady boyfriend, there was no reason why she shouldn't let him fuck her again.
He quickly started to unfasten her blouse. He wanted to touch her deliciously ripe melons with his lips, and he eagerly pressed his face to her globes.
His penis had started to stiffen, and he placed her hand on his crotch so she could feel how much he wanted her.
"Mr. Halsted! Mr. Halsted! Don't do this to me!" he was forcing her hand to rub his bulging crotch. She could feel that cock getting harder and harder, but the more she tried to get away, the firmer Mr. Halsted held onto her.
"Relax, relax," he begged her. "I know you're going to like it. Just relax, Arlene, and let pleasure overtake you. I know you like cock. You'll really like my cock. It's so hard for you, Arlene. Just let my cock make you enjoy yourself."
"No!" she shouted. "I want to get out of here. Let me go! Let me go, Mr. Halsted!"
Though he could force her to rub her hands against his bulging penis, he couldn't make her enjoy it, and that infuriated him. He didn't want to rape her, but just to have mutually satisfying sex. If they couldn't have that, he didn't want any part of it.
"Okay," he said, releasing her arm. "It seems you aren't as friendly as I thought. Perhaps I will have to replace you here. I don't want my employees to be uptight."
"Y-y-you mean I'm fired?" she said slowly. Boy, would her mother kill her now.
"Well, you don't seem to be interested in keeping this job," he said to her. "Now that you don't have a boyfriend, I wouldn't be making you cheat on him, you know?"
"Yes, b-b-but we've only just broken up. It is still too soon for me. I can't do anything yet, my mind is all confused and cloudy."
Mr. Halsted thought for a moment. That could be true. Perhaps he did rush things a bit. "Well," he said. "I don't know. It seems to be you could try to get over it. After all, if you just dwell on it you'll never forget him. I know from experience."
Arlene hesitated. He drew her back to him, and sat her down on the sofa. Taking advantage of her confusion, he started to manipulate her breasts again. She didn't want him to do that, but she was too afraid now of losing her job.
Though she offered no resistance, she didn't encourage him to fondle her, and even when Mr. Halsted started to unzip his fly, she remained silent and still.
"Just touch it," he begged. "It's really hard, Arlene. I know you like hard cock, Arlene. It's hard. Ohhhh, it's so hard."
She watched him rub his meat. As he stroked it, squeezing his purplish cockhead, he began to pant heavily, aching to reach inside her skirt so he could feel her cunt.
"I know your pussy is hot," he told her gasping.
"I know your sweet pussy is hot and wet. Let me touch it. Ohhh, let me touch your cunt."
She pulled away from him. "It's too soon," she said. "I don't want to be with anyone for a while."
He stopped trying to get inside her panties, but he continued to rub his shaft. His balls were full of jism, and he ached to shoot his load into her body.
She wouldn't even bend over and kiss his dick, perhaps just suck on it gently. "Lick it, ohh, please lick it," he begged, but she looked away.
Mr. Halsted started to rub faster and faster. His balls were dancing about wildly in the air as he stroked his meat really hard. His hand was clasped around his organ and he pulled on it as rapidly as he could.
"Touch it!" he cried. "Ohhhh, please touch my cock! It's so hot and hard. Ohhh, touch it! Rub my cock! Ohhhh! Please Arlene! Just touch it! Ohhh I'm almost ready! I'm going to shoot! Ohhhh! Ohhh!"