To say Billie Dean Howard was obsessed with you was an understatement. Ever since you had walked into the mediumâs office on your first day as her new assistant, she couldnât keep her eyes away from you. She had sworn herself never to sleep with an assistant ever again, she hadnât done it nearly as much as the press said she would. However, those things got messy in the past and Billie had been over it ever since her best friend Jen took over as her assistant for a while, usually her production manager and always around either way. The two of them had been close for years ever since Billieâs show got picked up by the network and they adored each other but not in that way.
When you walked into her office that first time, mid conversation with Jen, her jaw had dropped. Her eyes immediately travelled down your body and she couldnât help the naughty little thoughts in her brain with all the things she wanted to do to and for you. Today is your second day as Ms Howards assistant, happy for the opportunity and excited about the challenge. You got the job through an old friend, wanting to work in media so badly but knowing you have to climb up the ladder and start at the bottom in order to do so. But you enjoyed it, your first day not having been bad, Ms Howard not nearly as demanding as everyone had warned you about.
She was friendly, charming and undeniably sassy and sarcastic but you liked her and you didnât mind the work. The morning started slow, finishing some reports and Emails for Ms Howard, scheduling some interviews at your desk before you are supposed to meet and collect her from lunch, dropping her off at the next set. As you step into the restaurant, your eyes travel around the busy place, trying to find them. âDo you want me to get you anything else?â Jen asked as they finish up their meeting, planning a few things for Billieâs upcoming season. âThatâ she trails off, seeing you standing near the entrance looking for her. Jen turns around, before she stares at Billie in confusion. âBillie?!â.
The medium simply shrugs, an amusing smirk tugged on her lips as she slowly watches your eyes finding hers, walking over with a friendly smile. âWe only just finally got over the rumors of us not sleeping together and now?â Jen mumbles and Billie canât help but chuckle lowly. âI canât help myself, I mean look at herâ the blonde trails off but before either of them can carry on the conversation, your presence startles Jen as she awkwardly smiles at you. âAre you ready Ms. Howard?â you ask after greeting them both and the medium simply nods before she stands and collects her handbag. She parts ways with Jen as the brunette playfully shakes her head seeing Billie leaving with you and you do your best leading her out the busy restaurant and to the car.
You had seen the paparazzi when you arrived and so you make sure to quickly lead her through and open the door of your car for her before quickly getting into the drivers seat and driving off. Your eyes trail off the streets and towards the medium as she reapplies some makeup, staring into a little pocket mirror and you canât help but force your eyes back onto the road. There is silence as she reaches into her handbag for something and as you see her draw a cigarette and a lighter, opening the window slightly, you canât help but shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.
âEverything go alright this morning?â she asks absentmindedly and you nod before listing the things you had done and sorted for her. Her brown eyes trail towards you, noticing how uncomfortable you suddenly seem before she looks at you completely. âYou alright there?â she asks, a slight smirk tugging on her lips. âFine Ms Howard.. itâs just.. um this is a rentalâ you mumble before her smirk grows wider. âOh donât worry honey, Iâll pay the feesâ she chuckles before flicking the ash out of the window casually and your cheeks burn at her choice of words. The rest of the car ride is silent as you drive through the busy streets, trying to get your boss to her next location.
Once you get there, you follow her inside, notebook tugged in your arms, ready to be off assistance to Ms Howard whenever she may need you. You watch as she goes about her task with ease, connecting with the spirits of another haunted house all while the cameras roll. And despite what people may say or write about her, you could tell she was different, feeling more connected to this than she lets on. You could see the fear in her eyes, the sadness that she played off so casually in front of the cameras but you could see behind the scenes and maybe thats what your boss came to appreciate about you over the next few weeks.
In the weeks following, the medium had a hard time keeping her eyes away from you. All she wanted to do was feel your skin, the way it looked so clear as she scrolled through your instagram feed, seeing the pictures you take in the mirror. You left her awake at night, tossing and turning in her large bed, hoping you would be there to spend the night. In the day when you entered her office so composed and so friendly, she couldnât help but think of having you on her desk, watching you fall apart with the movements of her tongue and fingers. She wanted you and it was getting harder and harder to deny her desire any longer, to push the thoughts away.
But you noticed. You werenât oblivious after all and as a raging lesbian working for an undeniably attractive milf you noticed the way her eyes travelled down your body, the way she would lick her lips mid conversation, the way her fingers curled when she motioned you to come over during filming. The way pet names would fall off her lips so easily and the way they would make you blush and shiver. Billie Dean knew exactly what she was doing and you couldnât help the way your body responded, only reassuring her more and more how much you both wanted this.
âDonât you think this little crush is getting a little much?â her best friend and producer Jen had asked her days ago when they had another meeting and Billie was distracted by your presence outside the door. âItâs a craving not a crushâ Billie admited while taking a long drag from her cigarette making the brunette shake her head in amusement. And it was a craving, Billie couldnât help but think about showering you in gifts, pretty lingerie that she would pry off with her teeth as she explored your body. Itâs like you were made for her, friendly, attentive to her needs. But she could tell there was more beyond the surface, having seen your lingering gazes, the way you would hide a smirk when she told certain men off at set.
But the two of you had been busy, the filming of the new season including the interviews and promotion tour keeping you both from exploring this further. And by the time the wrap party for her season comes around you had been working for Billie for some months. By the time you arrive back at work for the night, the party being held in her office building, you straighten up the skirt you are wearing, having found the outfit on your desk and not thinking of it too much, assuming how extra Billie is there may being some kind of dresscode for this kinda thing and the company providing it. You had no idea Billie had picked it for you carefully, knowing the way it would compliment your body in all the right ways.
As you step inside you are a little startled by all the press, the employees and celebrities and you try hard to compose yourself as you spot Billie in the crowd, laughing and talking but all you could focus on was that light pink suit, your weakness for sure and of course the medium chose it on purpose, having seen the way your eyes trailed off whenever she wore one of those in the past. You headed over to the rest of the team not wanting to interrupt and a little unsure what to do exactly. âHi Y/Nâ a voice startles you and you see Jen by the bar waving you over. âHiâ you smile politely, trying to hide your nervousness as she passes you a glass of champagne.
âStunning isnât it?â Jen remarks, looking over the decorations and how out there they all went to make it happen. âYeah stunningâ you mumble but your eyes are fixed on Billie and of course Jen can tell. âYou look great by the wayâ she tells you and you snap out of it as you meet her eyes. âThank youâ you smile and check the room, seeing how most people are dressed fancy but there not seeming to be a dress or color code and wondering just why you had found those clothes on your desk this morning. âBillie chose wellâ is all Jen mumbles before raising her glass, winking at you before walking off, leaving you a confused mess as you see her walking off and join the medium.
A little while later you find the medium on her own outside on one of the little balconys, using your chance to speak to her as you see her smoking. âGood evening Ms Howardâ you greet her and she turns around with a beaming smile seeing you. Her features quickly drop as she sees the outfit, way more beautiful than she imagined when she picked it up for you from one of her favorite designer stores. âIs there anything I can assist you with?â you ask, pulling her out of her thoughts and her attention back to you. âNo darlingâ she chuckles, her hand brushing against your shoulder casually. âTonight isnât about work, have fun and enjoy yourselfâ she smiles and you simply nod in response.
âYou look dazzling by the wayâ she teases and you canât help the way your eyes lock for a moment, your heart beating out of your chest at her words and the way she licks her lips so casually, as if it wasnât driving you crazy. âYou too Ms Howardâ you whisper, feeling brave under the intimacy of the moment. âBillie, youâre upâ Jen calls and the medium nods, knowing itâs her turn to give a little speech on stage. âEnjoy yourself darlingâ she teases as she walks past you, her fingers brushing against yours and you sigh heavily as she leaves, feeling like you hadnât taken a single breath during the whole interaction. You clutch the champagne glass closer to you as you bravely sip the rest, following them inside as you watch the medium take the stage and begin her speech.
âThis all wouldnât have been possible without every single one of youâ she begins and you begin loosing focus, seeing the woman stand on stage so etheraly. You canât help but trail off and think about how far you had come as her assistant, how far she had came with the wrap of this season and how close to her you feel even though you know you probably shouldnât. âSpecial thanks to my amazing assistant who didnât only take care of the occasional wardrobe mishaps but the many emergency coffee runsâ she carries on and suddenly you snap out of it, all eyes on you as applauding errupts around you and your eyes widen. Your heart stops in your chest as you casually play it off, meeting the mediumâs eyes who shoots you a wink.
Your entire body trembles under her intense gaze and you are glad when she turns the conversation around, wrapping up her speech and telling people to enjoy their evening. Air. You desperatly needed air. And so in a desperate attempt you flee to one of the little balconies, trying to catch your breath. Your entire body is on fire, the image of the way your boss had winked at you, how her fingers lingered on your skin before burnt into your memory. You couldnât deny the attraction for a second longer, the pieces finally falling into place as you understand Jenâs words. Billieâs eyes on the outfit and by now you definitely know you arenât oblivious to whatâs happening here.
Some hours pass, some drinking, some games and chatter with your colleagues, before you feel a hand running up and down your back, goosebumps forming on your skin as you can instantly tell itâs Billieâs hands, her perfectly manicured nails running up and down a part of your exposed back. âThere you areâ she beams as she moves closer to your ear. âCan I borrow you upstairs for a moment?â she asks and you nod before she carefully leads you away from the crowds and into the elevator. âAre you enjoying your evening so far darling?â she asks as you press the button leading to your offices. âYes itâs great thank you Ms Howard and thank you for including me in your speechâ you say, your eyes locking with hers as she casually laughs it off. âEvery word was trueâ she teases.
As soon as the elevator reaches the top floor, you watch as Billie walks ahead, her hips swaying more than necessary as she leads you to her office. You step inside and watch as the medium closes the door behind you and your heart begins beating out of your chest again, feeling exposed under her intense gaze and away from prying eyes in the intimacy of her office. âIs everything okay Ms. Howard?â you ask as you watch her walk behind her desk, standing behind her chair, her nails digging into the fabric ever so slightly. âI think itâs time you call me Billie, darlingâ she begins to speak and her words send another shiver down your spine as you have a feeling whats about to happen.
Billie Dean leans forward a little, her sharp brown eyes lingering on you as stand and watch her. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile, the kind youâd seen her use to charm spiritsâand peopleâwith ease. She begins drumming her perfectly manicured nails against the chair, the rhythmic tapping breaking the silence.
âYou know,â she starts, her voice smooth and dripping with something that you canât quite make out. âIâve been thinking about you a lot latelyâ she admits. âOh? about work I assume?â you reply, despite knowing whats going on, feeling utterly shy under her gaze. Your boss lets out a low chuckle, tilting her head as she studies you. âWork is part of it but..â she begins before she licks her lips in that teasing way again. âBut youâre far too gorgeous to just be my assistant, you must know thatâ. Your cheeks flush at her words and you move your eyes anywhere but near her own. âI- Iâm just here to help out Ms. Howardâ you stammer, despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to let this happen.
âOh youâre helping me alright darlingâ she interrupts before leaning forward, exposing her chest a little to you and your eyes immediately travelling there. âBut sweetheart, I think we could help each other in.. other waysâ. Her tone is low and suggestive and the whole situation is almost killing you as her words settle in your stomach and travelling lower and lower.
You freeze, your hands stilling as the weight of her words sink in. âAre you flirting with me, Ms Howard?â you ask before her grin widens, a mixture of charm and a confidence that has you gasping for breath. âFlirting would imply Iâm being sublte. And trust me honey, Iâm not subtle when I know what I wantâ. A defeating silence follows as you realize just what was happening here, your boss, the milf to the stars Howard was flirting with you, being anything but subtle about it.
âI see the way you look at me sometimesâ she continiues, her voice like velvet. âAnd I think itâs time we stop pretending, donât you agree?â she murmurs, her eyebrows perched a little seeing you holding back despite your body telling a different story. âBut I- youâre my boss- its not professâ you begin but she immediately cuts you off with a laugh that is filled with amusement. âOh honey, professionalism went out the window the second you walked in looking like that everydayâ. She abandonds the chair, rolling it back before she walks over, slow and almost predatory. âSo whats it going to be? are you going to let me spoil you the way you deserve or will you keep playing shy with me?â. She leans in just enough for you to catch the scent of her perfume mixed with cigarettes as she whispers âSay yes and Iâll make you feel things no one else ever couldâ.
And that was it. Her last words sending both a hunger and desperation through you that you had never felt before. You couldnât hide it any longer, the weeks and months filled with lingering glances, her obvious flirting. The moment your pupils blow and you stare at her lips, the blonde captures your lips in a hungry kiss, one that speaks more than any words ever could, desperation mingling with the pure desire of wanting the medium right here and right now. Her tongue teases yours and you immediately grant her access, a moan of approval leaving her as you swallow it fully. Her hands reach your waist and it doesnât take long before she moves you backwards, and in a rushed moment the entire contents of her desk go flying as she pushes you down it, this being exactly what the medium had wanted to do from the moment she saw you walk inside that first day.
Your hands fumble with the hem of her shirt and she sends her blazer flying across her office in seconds. Her mouth hungrily attacks your neck, happily leaving bruises that the entire office would see for the next weeks to come. âBillieâ you moan and her name falling from your lips like that is music to her ears as your shoes fly off your feet, her hands fumbling with the hem of your skirt, ridding you off your entire clothes with ease. You feel exposed on her desk like this, goosebumps forming on your skin but the blonde is quick to take your hardened nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue perfectly around them before letting go off them with a pop. As you force your eyes open, you watch as she travels lower and lower, her fingers teasing your entrance and collecting your wetness. âSo wet already, such a good girlâ she praises and you canât help the way your chest heaves at her words.
âYou sure you want this?â she moans as she kisses down your stomach and to where you need her the most right now, consent mattering more to her than anything else. âYesâ you breathlessy moan as your hands find her blonde curls, slowly encouraging her to go to where you want her, your exposed center. As soon as she has your consent she wastes no time in licking your folds, collecting your juices on her tongue before she begins eating you out. And Billie eats you out in a way no one had before, your entire body shivering and trembling at her movements, gutteral moans escaping you as the pure bliss of this travels through you. âOh godâ you moan as she brings you so close to your orgasm already.
But Billie doesnât stop there, her experienced tongue curling around your clit before entering you. She eats you like a mad woman, as if this is her last meal on earth and she is starving. And she really was starving for you, wanting this for so long, wanting to pull those sweat moans from you, having your thighs keep her in place as your hips buck. The way you dance on her tongue, your entire body feeling the pleasure of her movements. But nothing could have prepared her for the taste, so sweet, so innocent and she canât help but smirk through it all, realizing you may just taste like the one too.
âBillie pleaseâ you whine, feeling so close to your release and the moment she pulls away, lowering her body onto your own, your mere chests touching, her fingers entering you and her tongue entering your mouth, you are done for. She curls her fingers perfecty inside you, sending you over the edge as her mouth swallows you screaming her name over and over, tears of joy flowing down your cheeks as she experiencedly lets you ride out your high on her fingers, your juices flowing down them. âBreathe babydollâ she instructs as she moves up a little, giving you some room to breathe as she extracts her fingers, instantly making you feel empty. By the time you force open your eyes, you see her lick her fingers clean from your juices, the image sending another wave of pleasure through you.
âThat wasâ you pant, trying to collect your breathing as Billie extends her hand and offers it to help you to your feet. âAmazingâ she whispers as her hands cup your cheeks, suddenly a softness to her movements that makes your heart flutter. She passes you your clothing one by one, watching the way your body still heaves at the way she made you feel before. âWould you like me to return the favor Ms. Howard?â you tease and her head snaps towards you quicker than you could expect. The medium is surprised at your words, assuming this was a one time thing for you, your own pleasure more important to you than her own. But she was wrong and she could see it in your eyes, something more there than just desire, something deeper and raw. âTake me home Billie pleaseâ you practically beg and a low chuckle escapes her as she offers her hand to you.
She collects both of your things before leading you to the elevator, car keys already clutched in her hands, feeling the anticipation of what else this night may bring. âYou sure you want this?â she asks, almost a little insecure, her earlier confidence replaced by something else. âI want youâ you breathe before your lips catch her own, this time a desire for something else, to please her and to make her feel the way she made you feel moments ago. Your lips donât leave each other for a second, hands tangling in each otherâs hair as you pull Billie impossibly closer to you. By the time the doors to the elevator fly open, you are greeted by Jen standing there with a smirk on her lips. âWe are out of hereâ Billie quickly waves her off, taking your hand and leading you through the crowds and into her car.
And Billie was right from the first moment she saw you, she had a feeling you might be the one and after tonight, you definitely are.
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