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Nineteen by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
© Karen Blayne 2020. All copies must be of the complete document.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.
Luv Karen
I was stretched out on a lounger, eyes closed soaking up the sun in a bikini that if it was an eighth of an inch narrower would be totally indecent. Besides me just back from a session at the conference was the man I was wearing the skimpy bikini for. He held out a drink to me. “I made coffee. I hope I got the milk right.”
I opened my eyes, drat it was just a daydream. I gawked at my boss with holding a coffee out to me now that was a sight you didn’t see in the office very often. “I’m sure it will be perfect.” I took a sip and set it down on my desk. “Well was it?” “Perhaps the water..” He grumped at me. My very own boss. I grinned at him and he growled something about ungrateful personal assistants.
I got up and kissed him on the cheek. “It was perfect. So perfect that I’ve decided I’ll let you make the coffee in future.” He tapped me lightly on the bum and I pouted. He was a rather a nice boss. Well one of the better ones certainly. I’d been working for him for three years now. Lewis travelled a lot in his job and after a year of marriage we’d relocated to be nearer one of the hubs to make his life easier.
I’m quite sure I spend far more time with my boss than with my husband. “Any ideas on how to raised two million to take over Haskins?” Haskins were sort of complementary to what we did. “The bank?” “Too expensive. Don’t you know any rich widows I could sweet talk?” “If I did I might send Lewis round first. Work from home, the lease on the office since you haven’t signed the renewal on the lease yet or possibly a lottery ticket?” “I was hoping they’d lower the increase still the lease isn’t two million so I’ll just carry on dreaming. How much more work do we need to do to get ourselves in shape for the COVID 19 stuff?” “Lots suppliers are having trouble supplying, shipping are having trouble shipping. I think it’s going to be busy the next few weeks. Oh and we have to organise it so most staff can telework. I’ve already spoken to IT and they say they are prepared for the extra load otherwise we need to lay them off.” He frowned at me as my cell rang. “Katie, I’m home but I just got a call. The person I met was COVID 19 positive so I’m supposed to self isolate even though I have no symptoms.” I looked at my boss.
“Lewis has to self isolate.” “Which means you too I suppose?” If I did I hated to think what might happen. “I could put you up in a hotel?” “Most are closed. Do you have a spare room?” He blinked “You mean telework from my home?” He’s so quick sometimes. “What about Lewis?” “He’s no symptoms and a freezer full of food.” “Is he alright with that?” Lewis spoke up “I’m fine. You have enough to worry about without me. Just keep the others going and in work.” I looked at my boss “He’s fine. So let’s do it.” “Gather everything up then and we’ll carry it down to the car.”
The house was nice. A bit dusty but what male only abode wasn’t? I set up the dining room to be our office then wondered into the kitchen to see about cooking supper. “There’s a freezer in the garage and a microwave in the kitchen.” My kind of kitchen. I wondered out to the garage. You’d never get a car in there, there was just too much stuff. Still it was interesting to see what interested boss man.
I filled in the form to have the mail redirected and we got to work working remotely. It seemed to work fairly well. A few hangouts who had insisted on face to face meetings finally accepted video conferencing was acceptable. It saved a lot of travel time certainly.
Supper wasn’t bad, well I didn’t have to cook it which is always something in its favour to start.
It was only when I walked into my room that night I realised I had no clothes except what I was wearing. Amazon weren’t delivering anything for a month. The clothing stores at the malls were closed. What was girl to do? I sneaked into his room and lifted some shirts out from his wardrobe. Then I raided his underwear drawer before slipping back to my room with my loot. I admired the thick ankle socks on my legs, no slippers but hey these would do fine.
Next morning dressed in his shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit at the cuff I sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed myself a coffee. He raised his eyebrows at me. “I have no clothes to wear.” “I could always turn up the heating.” He offered, in return I threw him a look. If looks could kill he’d be dead on the floor. “Still you look better in it than I do.” I smiled sweetly at him as I made myself some toast.
I called up Lewis on the laptop and asked how he was. “Not bad I’m slumming it on T-bone steak.” Well we had a stack in the freezer and it was easy to cook so why not. Besides if I admitted it only to myself I wasn’t as keen on T-bone steak as Lewis. “You had some vegetables with it?” There was a silence at the other end and a look of guilt appeared on the screen. “I ate one of the bananas afterwards.” He offered. Well that was something I supposed.
Boss man came in behind me and glanced at the screen. “Surviving Mr. Barnes?” “Call me Lewis. I thought I wasn’t doing too bad until Abigail reminded me I should eat some vegetables with my T-Bone steak.” Boss man laughed “Sounds like the sort of thing she’d say.” “How are you getting on? Has she started putting milk in your coffee instead of cream yet?” Boss man turned to look at me as I tried to look innocent. “Come to think of it I haven’t seen cream in the office fridge for years.” Lewis laughed. “If she gets out of hand just put her over your knee.” I changed the subject quickly “I think we ought to get on with some work. Call you later darling and the small green round things next to the steaks in the freezer are called frozen peas. You should eat some with your steak.” “I’m not sure they’re in my recipe book.” He hung up and I sent him instructions on how to cook frozen petite pois in an email.
We worked steadily for an hour or so then I caught him stealing a glance at my legs. I turned pink as I remembered that men’s shirts buttoned up the other way. I should have sat on the other side of him to remain modest. Then an evil thought arrived and I just undid the lowest button. I glanced at him a few minutes later. Good it was his turn to turn pink now. I took pity on him and got up to make coffee and have a dig round in the kitchen to see what I could put together for lunch.
After lunch he was sat on the leather sofa so I stood behind him and very lightly trailed my fingers over his shoulders just to tease him. He reached up and grabbed my wrists and the next thing I knew I’d been hauled down to his lap. He rolled me over so I was face down and hoisted my shirt up preparatively to giving me a spank on my bum. Then he caught sight of my bum covered in his underwear. He seemed to deflate “Is nothing sacred? What you need is a dress code. Something that excludes mine.” he asked. “But I have nothing, Amazon isn’t shipping, and the malls are closed. My wardrobe is in quarantine for two weeks.” I scurried away and an evil thought came to mind. Amazon might not be shipping but Lewis had found a web site full of clothes that were not intended to be worn outside the boudoir. I’d tease him a bit more.
The package arrived the next day. I slid the coloured silk stockings up my legs and fastened them to the belt. I would have brought black but blue was on sale. After lunch Boss man went and sat in the garden and listened to the birds. I set the lap top up and called Lewis. Then I spread my legs slowly and resting my forearms on my thighs I hitched my shirt up my legs. God the man is blind I swear he didn’t even notice I was wearing stockings until I played with the clip to hoist them up a little. “My god what are you wearing?” “One of his shirts?” I answered innocently, then ran my fingers over my crotch, “And a pair of his underpants. I do hope any sperm they might have been on them washed out in the washing machine.” There was a groan from Lewis, it was such a turn on. I slid my fingers under the waistband and masturbated so he could see my fingers moving under the underpants. “Now how are you feeling today?” I stressed the word feeling as I slipped one finger inside me. There was another groan and I caught sight of his arm moving slowly as if... naughty man. I slid in a second finger and thought about fruit and vegetables “Are you having your fruit and veg? Have you managed to eat a banana today, a carrot, a stick of celery, a cucumber or even a Mars Bar?” I swear Lewis has a dirty mind. What could be more innocent than a list of fruit and vegetables? “I could hold it for you whilst you nibbled the end.” There was no doubt I came, and my two fingers were covered in juices.
Lewis could see them glistening as they caught the light from the window. Boss man came in through the French window and I quickly crossed my legs to preserve my modesty. “Want a taste?” I asked him pertly and held my fingers up so he could have a lick. He licked and Lewis gave another audible groan. “Something wrong Lewis?” Boss man asked. “No she’s just being provoking as I can’t touch her. You realise she’s wearing stockings and has been masturbating in front of me. That’s why her fingers are glistening.” “I hadn’t even noticed the stockings until you mentioned them.” There was a silence then Lewis spoke again “But you’re there physically you could help me gain some revenge.” Boss man looked down at me and I felt real fear, especially as I glanced at the laptop screen at the big grin on Lewis’s face. “Just rub her shoulders for me lightly.”
The dirty rat knows my body backwards, all my very sensitive bits and he told Boss man exactly where to put his fingers, which bit to squeeze and he could see from my face just how very effective his instructions were.
Afterwards I was exhausted. “Stockings?” Boss man queried. “Well you mentioned a dress code for me and I just anticipated your choice. Doesn’t every boss dream about having their personal assistants wear stockings?”
“The only reason you got the job was you were married and I didn’t have to worry about you getting ideas about marrying or sleeping with the boss.” That was me put in my place. “But since I’ve brought them you don’t mind me wearing them?” “As long as we aren’t on a business video conference. Now how is your search for alternative suppliers going?” Back to work again, oh well an afternoon to remember at least.
After dinner I looked up at him. “You need some exercise.” “I thought we were supposed to stay indoors and I don’t think bedroom exercise with my staff is appropriate.” I started to look through his CDs when he suggested I look at his tablet instead. I looked “But don’t CDs sound better?” “These aren’t MP3s, just CDs compressed with FLAC.” Whatever it was easier to pick out an album but play folder? Whatever. What is it about men and dancing? “No one will see and I promise not to tell anyone.” He hesitated still. “I could tell them you’re a really good dancer if you don’t dance with me.” “That’s blackmail!” “So?” Grumpy got up and after a few minutes loosened in his dancing. Lewis wasn’t so keen on dancing either but even when the music slowed and I could tease grumpy by pressing my body against his hard on, naughty grumpy, poor grumpy for I felt safe and knew he wouldn’t carry me off to his bedroom. I might have been tempted to carry him off to mine but he was just a little too heavy so I nibbled his ear instead then kissed him on the lips. Took ages for him to open those lips of his and for my tongue to go exploring. “Bed Time young lady.” I’m sure my eyes opened wide. He tapped me on my bum. “Off you go like a good little girl.” “Don’t I even get a kiss goodnight or a tuck up in bed?” Can you imagine he gave a groan and tapped me on my bum again. I crawled off to my room like a good girl.
Two days later Lewis was coughing a bit but I got told it was nothing to worry about. I crept up to Boss man and snuggled up to him as he put his arm round me. “I’m sure he’ll be OK.” I crossed my fingers. The next day I was really worried and talked to a health worker. “If he is still on his feet he’s probably better off where he is but if you think he’s worse tomorrow then call again.”
The next day Lewis didn’t answer the video call. I called the health worker and arranged to meet an ambulance at the door with the key. Boss man ran me over and we sat in the car on the drive waiting. I wanted to go in but Boss man said to wait for the paramedics. The ambulance pulled in and I walked to the door and unlocked it. “Step back please.” Boss man led me away. Lewis was carried out on a gurney. I stepped forward but was waved back by the paramedic. “Lock the house up and leave it for four days to be safe before you enter it again.”
Boss man offered me comfort and together we worked trying to keep the company going. We tried calling the bank for a loan but couldn’t get through. In the end we paid the staff 80% of their normal salary and promised them the other 20% as soon as we could. There was some grumbling but Boss man opened the books to them and they could see how bad it was. Fortunately we got an emergency order in for some protective equipment we could make and we had most of the materials in stock. Still it took my mind off Lewis.
I tried ringing the hospital but couldn’t get through. The next morning I had a call to say Lewis had died during the night. I felt a bit guilty that I hadn’t nursed him in quarantine. For some idiotic reason I was sure if only I’d made sure he’d eaten more vegetables he’d still be alive. Boss man worked me hard to take my mind off it. I rang Lewis’s company and told them he’d died. Could I send them a copy of his death certificate, and my birth and marriage certificates? “Why?” “It’s to do with the superannuation. If you’re married it makes it easier than living together. Your birth certificate so we know when to start paying the survivors benefit. Did he have any children that you know of?” I had to think about that one. “No not as far as I’m aware but I’ll check with his mother.”
I sat down with Boss man and we looked at our finances. It didn’t look good. Lewis had a life insurance policy that would pay out $100,000, great I could either pay back a quarter of the house or have an extra income of $4,000 a year. The company was very short of cash. Boss man thought $250,000 was needed to get us through. I shrugged and offered up my $100,000. I’d rather have a job than the money. “I couldn’t accept it. If we were married that would be different.” He looked at me. “If we rented out your home and you moved in here. We both put our salary off for three months and we lived on what food we had.” “We could skip our mortgage payments for three months before they threw us out on the street.” I emailed the staff would anyone like to volunteer to be furloughed? A few with school aged children volunteered. Another getting close to retirement volunteered as well. We did the sums twice then he asked me to marry him. I suggested a prenup Boss man thought we couldn’t afford a lawyer so I drew a simple one up and we both signed it. The wedding was the cheapest we could manage. He made up for it though on the wedding night. Anyone would think I’d been teasing him for three years.
Lewis’s old company called where would I like his two years salary paid in? “Two years salary?” I queried “That’s the standard death benefit. There are some options on the superannuation.” Lewis might have mentioned the death benefit to me in passing but I hadn’t really taken any notice. I confirmed the bank account details and thought no more about it other than to tell my new husband we had a bit more money.
We lived on pasta and rice for two months then things started to pick up and we finally brought some bananas on my credit card. The supermarket wasn’t accepting cash would you believe. Haskins went under.
I checked my bank account, millions? I called Lewis’s old company and queried the amount. “The company accountants thought the company was at risk if the senior managers died. The CEO and CFO had health issues that meant insurance coverage would be expensive. So they purchased a group life assurance policy and restricted it to anyone who flew for the company which was cheaper. That way their existing health issues were accepted. The policy was for ten million but as a PR gesture half would be given to the family of the deceased.”
“Hubby dear how much would Haskins cost?” “A couple of hundred thousand.” “Like it as an unbirthday present?” He looked at me. “Lewis had a five million life insurance policy I didn’t know about.” I got one of his very nice kisses then we hit the phones trying to find Haskins old staff before they found other jobs.
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Nineteen - Karen Blayne