'Two weeks. It took me this long to find a misappropriation of $1032.43 for a client whose monthly income is about $300,000 a month.' I sighed in victory. Four years of college and two of grad school had landed me a job as a CPA who could be just handed over for private use to some mysterious client. I had protested the decision that put me in his private study for eight hours a day - but apparently, he pays the firm a lot of money.

"Who knew the owner of 'Controllico' was a control freak," I said aloud in a voice dripping with sarcasm. I didn't even know what this company did, but I knew all about its finances. And, after one brief meeting with Mr. Boss Man, I'd be free to... do what ever in the hell it is I do at the office.

I went into his office as I had done every day since I'd been assigned to this place. He didn't look at me, but I was used to that. "So, did you find out where the money went?" he asked, sitting in his chair with his back to me.

"Yes. It was fairly well-hidden, but it clearly went to... here: Employee 23-469, somebody by the name of Alexandria Robertson. She works in something called "For Hire Productions," and she apparently funneled the money out about $50 or so at a time, just skimming from tips. Probably thought nobody'd notice."

Still not turning around, but his chair rocking more, he grunted - and stopped rocking. I figured it was a sign of approval. "Thank you very much, Claire. I'll tell your supervisors you're due for a promotion. As a special gift, I've left you a pair of reading glasses. I hear people find them sexy if you want them to." He chuckled at that remark.

I picked up my "reward," a pair of reading glasses with purple wire-rimmed frames. I had never even told him I need reading glasses. Packing them into my purse, I left his large house and went back to the office for the afternoon.

"Does she know what you gave her, Julian?" a woman named Amber asked. She had just given her boss, Julian Cochrane, the best blow-job of his life - right in his office!

Patting the girl's head, Julian replied, "Not yet, but I made sure she'll figure it out. You can get up now, dear. Oh - and fetch Alex for me. I think I'll have a long talk with her. Oh - I almost forgot. Here." When he said that, the naked woman in his office instantly fell to the floor in an orgasmic fit from which it would take her a few minutes to recover.

Amber breathily mumbled as she left, "Thanks, Master."

When I got to the office, I found out that I had a new assistant, Erika. Not only that, but I had a new office - I was now one step closer to partner. Of course, not many women ever make it to that level, much less a closet lesbian like me - but a girl can dream! After a few weeks of my new job, though, I was finding myself paging my assistant more an more - for fewer and fewer good reasons.

As I buzzed the intercom that would summon her this time, my mind began to wander. I'd really like to tear into that nubile little thing. To my eyes, her straight black hair came to a point in the middle of her back that led, like an arrow, to her perfect, heart-shaped ass. And, as I knew from staring at it any chance I got, she was wearing a thong today. Oh, how I'd like to slide that over and...

"Uh, Claire?" Her voice roused me from my little day dream. Erika was walking towards me, her C-cup breasts jiggling slightly underneath her silk shirt. Every time I saw her, I had to remind myself that she was just one more straight woman I'd never be able to have. "You buzzed?"

"I'm staying late tonight, so can you come back to the office around 7?" 'And wear something revealing,' I added in my thoughts. I was feeling bold today, for some reason. I noticed after I was done checking her out that I had put on my new glasses for no apparent reason.

"Uh, yeah, sure. It's 5 now, and I have to leave real quick. I'll be back in a couple of hours," she politely chimed.

When 7:00 PM rolled around, I was ready for a short break from my after-hours number hashing. Before I could get up, though, my assistant came back in the door - dressed as if she was ready to enjoy a night clubbing.

"Oh! Hi, Claire! How do I look?" She set her purse down on the floor near the door and did a little turn for me - I was hoping she'd do it but afraid to ask.

She looked damn good. I ran my eyes over her form... she was now wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a sheer top. 'Does she know the effect she's having on me? Damn, it's like she's teasing me... oooooooh...' She had just bent over to look for something in a low file cabinet, and it exposed just enough of her pink thong to catch my eye. 'I wish she'd shake that ass a little...'

And she did. It was so subtle, though, and could have been a coincidence. My imagination started to run a bit since she couldn't see me gawking at her. I built a little scene in my mind, one in which she grabbed the sides of the file cabinet after flipping her skirt up over her hip. I would then go over to her and swat her hard on the ass - but I would leave my hand there, slowly dragging it to one side and pulling the thong to the side in the process.

Still living within my fantasy, I turned my back to her and sat on the floor, looking up at her shaven pussy. Gently tugging her down by pulling on the ring in her clit hood, I had her bend her knees slightly to place that pussy right on my mouth. My tongue slipped out and began to flick her clit a little, but I quickly sucked it in and inserted a finger into her at the same time. That elicited a shudder and a little yelp...

"Ungh!" Erika grunted, snapping me out of my daydream. Regaining focus, I took a look and was so shocked I couldn't speak - she was bent over and fingering herself! And, she didn't seem to care if anyone was watching. At least, she did not seem concerned enough to stop.

"Uh, Erika?" I nervously said. She turned around instantly, licking her lips and locking eyes with me. She took off her top and started playing with her tits next - something that was probably as shocking to her as it was to me! Without knowing it, I started to lower one of my hands to my lap.

"Mmmmmmm... I don't know what's... h-happening... to... me... " was all she could get out. She seemed to realize what she was doing, though, and started to back away from me, covering her breasts. My finger had slipped into my slacks, though, and had found my love button. As soon I started to rub it, one of the hands she was covering herself with went right to her groin, and her eyes opened wide, looking straight at me.

"I need you right now... I mean... ooooooooh... I have to leave..." She was openly masturbating in front of me. I took my hands away from my crotch and took off my sweater. It was quickly followed by the shirt I had on underneath and my bra. As I took off my pants, though, I noticed she was near the door and desperately fumbling with the doorknob.

"I don't think you'll be leaving, Erika," I knowingly stated. She turned around and slid down the door to the floor, two fingers now working her pussy and the other hand covering her face.

"No... I need... you... I mean, I have to... leave... ooooohh!" her demeanor changed when I stroked my own clit again. My mind subconsciously made the connections between what I wanted and what was happening - and almost instantly, I knew that I could have what I wanted right here and now. And I wanted Erika. I began to knead my tits - an action mirrored by her free hand.

"No, I think you need something else right now, don't you? Where are you going to go dressed in your birthday suit, dear?" I continued to stroke my clit, and each movement of my finger seemed to melt her will a little more.

"But... I have to... mmmmmmm, I have to fuck you... no... no... please..."

She started crawling over to me, her body forcing her into what her face told me was something she really didn't want to do... although the desire to go along with her body was winning the day. When she got to me, her hands slid up my body, and she looked up - from that angle, she could see everything I had to offer. She wanted it - I could tell by the look on her face.

"Please... let me... lick... no... wait..."

"Well, I don't think we'll have any of that 'wait' nonsense. Do what you know you have to do. And do it now."

"No... I don't... do... girlssss... mmmmmmmmmmm..." was all she got out before I brought my hand back down and started ribbing my clit again. I knew the effect it would have on her - and I was not disappointed. Gasping with a sudden need, and forgetting everything else but that need (and me), she drug me down to the floor. Once there, I spread my legs and let Erika get her first taste of my pussy.

Whatever she lacked in pussy-licking experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm! When she took my clit into her mouth and hit my g-spot with her middle and index fingers, it was only a few seconds before I came on her face. And that only made her want more. Apparently, whatever was connecting her arousal to mine would not let her go until I let it happen.

This pleased me to no end.

"Please make me cum... please! I need to... aahhhhhh... cuuuuuum" she moaned, desperately working her cunt with one hand and using the other to continue to play with me.

"Only if you can get me off one more time. Then you have to go - we don't want that husband of yours to get suspicious about your new attitude towards working late, do we?" I was having a tough time talking, and before I could tell her to do so, she turned her body around so she was right beside me, lifted one leg, and placed it on the other side of my head. As she lowered herself to my face, I noticed a small hoop on the hood of her clit. 'How did I know that was there?' I asked myself.

I decided I'd figure that out later, though. There was some "work" to be done. Unlike Erika, I'm no amateur when it comes to cunnilingus. After a few minutes I was working her clit so well that she lost all ability to do anything with her mouth but moan constantly. She used two fingers - one on either side of my clit - to stimulate me, desperately trying to get me off, knowing as I did that she would never get any release if I didn't climax one more time.

She needn't have worried. Her actions, while rough and frenzied, were enough to elicit one more powerful orgasm out of me, more powerful than the first. She came at the same time I did, her whole body clenching up (even her vagina clenched around my fingers) and then shaking uncontrollably as she raised her head like a wolf and screamed in sweet release. I continued to climax until I saw stars... and then, nothing.

When I got up (and hour later, according to the clock), I was naked and on the floor. The discarded clothes were gone, and I would have thought it was a dream - if I hadn't seen the purse sitting by the door. I quickly got dressed and prepared to go home. I gingerly took off the glasses and put them away for safe keeping - I don't know how, but I knew they had something to do with what I had just done with my assistant.

There was no way I was going to lose them. After all, there are at least a dozen women here I'd like to interview for a... position... in my office.