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𝚌𝚎𝚘!𝙰𝚋𝚋𝚢Anderson 𝚇 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: You're Abby's personal assistant. When things get stressful, she seeks you out for that much needed release😉.
𝙲𝚆'𝚜: NSFW(mdni), Heavy smut guys I'm a menace for her.
Word count: 2k
Hello everyone!! This is my first writing post on here! Please give it some love mwah tysm <333
Abby slammed her laptop shut on her desk, the influx of voicemails and urgent emails after yesterday's disastrous statistics had caused company-wide panic. She clamped the bridge of her nose between her large ringed fingers, pacing back and forth along her windows edge, the skyline taunting her with displays of her successors playing over the buildings screens. You sat at your desk in silence, pen tapping rythmically along the tables edge, not quite sure what to do or say. Statistics weren't really your thing. Making teas and coffees for the boss had become pretty much your only job since being hired here.
Abby's neat blonde braid fell behind her, swishing with every harsh turn on her heels. A loud tone hacked through the silent air, pinging intensely, screaming at Abby to pick it up. She yanked her phone from her pocket, staring at the screen before shoving it back. She buttoned it over the top, not wanting the hassle again. The whiteboard behind her displayed copious notes detailing where she may have gone wrong. She'd been at it all morning. She was formulating every scenario in which she may have done incorrectly in order to have her ratings plummet and aid Jackson & co--her competitors-- with their brand new lavishing position on the top of the sales pyramid. Second was simply not good enough for Abby.
Again, that high-pitched ringing cut right through you. Abbys tongue poked through her cheek in complete frustration, this sudden craze clearly getting to her. Her brow furrowed, her face etched with a grimace you'd never really seen from her apart from during times of heavy stress.
She pulled the phone to her ear in one swift motion.
"What is it, Mel?"
You recognised the name to be Abby's director. Her advisor in the legal sector.
"Yeah well--" she choked down the urge to punch something. "I didn't fucking--"
Through Mel's attempts to cut through Abby's explanations, she had very obviously given up trying to explain herself. Her desperate attempts at gaining back what little control she had left, were ultimately gone. She flicked her phone down onto the table, accompanied with an abrupt smash of her fists as the dial tone sounded.
"Can I do anything?" You muttered as you watched Abby dance between the desks splayed out in an almost class room-type set up.
"No--sweetheart, just--" she took an exasperated inhale. "Just give me a second,"
Sweetheart. A nickname she had given you shortly after you became her personal assistant.
Her quarterly rolled up sleeves revealed her defined forearms stationed, tensed upon your desks' surface, holding her up. Her hair hung loose over her face, stress-induced sweat dotting along the definition of her brows. She panted, her hunched posture hanging over you as she tried to calm herself. She chewed the inner lining of her cheek, her eyes flitting to meet yours. You reached out and held her arm, offering silent comfort with the gentle rub of your thumb. She took a deep breath, jaw clenching, her arm tensing at the contact. You sat together in silence for a moment, the gold of Abby's expensive chain dangling before your overhead. It swung back and forth into your view, the closeness of her body sending shivers through you.
You'd always found her attractive. Who wouldn't. She's perfect. Her masculine frame sculpted with perfect femininity. The way her lips plumped at just the right points, perfectly blushed. The way her freckles painted her soft skin with artistic accuracy. And the way her eyes, ocean blue, sat cushioned by perfectly chiseled cheek bones. The eyes that were now locked onto you. Something primal sitting within them. Something that caused the heat between your thighs to throb like never before.
You drifted your eyes up to meet hers, your bottom lip clasped between your teeth.
Her heavy set shoulders began to shift, her hand lifting to trace your jawline. She grazed it gently, holding your face, her thumb stroking the plump of your cheek.
"You're the only thing keeping me together here sweetheart." The corners of her mouth upturned. You hesitated for an answer. "Well--I'm glad I can help Ms. Anderson,"
"Oh sweet girl," she chuckled, a playful smile spread across her face. "How many times have I told you, you don't have to call me that."
She gave a gentle squeeze signalling the removal of her grasp. Your eyes latched onto the perfect shape of her ass complimented by the almost too tight suit pants, stretched across her curves with just enough tension to send your gaze wandering.
She perched herself onto the side of your desk, it tilting slightly at the pressure. She reached her hand out, clutching your chin, lifting it up slightly to meet her eye line. Her posture bowed, raising your lips to meet hers with a steady hand. The kiss sent a rush of heat searing through you like a flower in bloom. With your face pressed against hers in a desperate tangle of lips and tongues, your inhale caught the scent of her cologne- a musky combination of vanilla and woody notes. It was a smell you were all too familiar with, but the press of your nose against her skin amplified the scent, complimented perfectly by the smell of her sweetened skin.
A small moan escaped your lips, the tension between the two of you causing a build up of sensations too strong to contain.
"What was that princess?" Abby tilted her head slightly, pouting with playful sympathy.
You didn't answer, locked onto her bewildered. A deer in headlights. She chuckled, the dazed out response you had given her sending her into a feverish haze. Her hands reached between your legs, grazing your lacey underwear that was perfectly concealed by your skirt. She nibbled the skin on her lip, breaking the layer between her teeth- that predatory hunger overbearing.
With a sudden rush, she surged forwards, her hands grappling at your thighs, tongue entwined with yours. She pulled you up towards her in an effortless hoist. She shoved you onto the desk, pens spilling out of your holder and onto the floor. She thrusted herself between your legs, spreading them as her hands tugged at your waistband.
"Hips." She commanded, one smooth tug releasing you from your decorative lace covering as you lifted your hips up. Your panties dropped to your ankles, hanging loosely over your glossy black heels- concealed by your office attire.
The risk of somebody walking in was exhilarating. Her laptop was pinging with notifications in the corner of the room, the sound of footsteps and chatter in distant rooms.
She dropped to her knees, her harsh grip pinning you into position-- legs spread. Her tongue danced over your folds, pleasure surging through you. She pulled you into her, her face almost engulfed by you, head tucked beneath your skirt. As her pace grew faster, your ability to withstand the inevitable became harder and harder. Your hands balled between the now loose braid in her hair as you whimpered, almost toppling over.
"Fuck Abby," you moaned, hearing her name only making her more desperate. Hungry. "I'm gonna--"
Your gasping breaths and convulsions against her sending her into a trance-- glued to you. She growled between your thighs, the sound vibrating through you. Your legs tensed, your body overcome with pleasure. Abby lifted her head, wiping you from her mouth. Her mouth upturned, a smirk on her face.
But Abby was not done. You didn't want her to be.
"Turn around," she ordered, her voice gravelled and sure. Despite the quiver in your legs you came to a stand, bending over the desk, exposing yourself to her. She grasped your hips, pushing her crotch into you. She deepened the pressure with a growl-like moan, her grip sure to leave bruises. The ping of her rings hitting the hard surface of the desk beneath your arms readied you, red hot anticipation surging through you. Her fingers caressed and circled your entrance, teasing. She slipped a finger into you, wetness guiding her with ease. You hadn't been touched like this in a very long time, just one finger stretching you out with a burn so good you couldn't withhold a whimper. As Abby began to thrust herself into you, you pushed yourself back onto her, shoving her deeper.
"Use me." you commanded, a bold statement you said almost without control. You wanted to be here stress relief. To be used for her benefit and hers only.
"Easy darling," she ushered, slowing herself again, repositioning you back to where she originally placed you. "This is my time."
She added another finger now, stretching you out.
"with my girl,"
Her girl?
The sensation took your breath from your lungs. You gasped, trying to catch it. Abby took her time, slow and steady. Her pace. Her orders.
She guided you back and forth with her other hand, the strength enough to move you completely at her command. You could feel yourself nearing from just this, Abby hitting spots that noone else had ever reached.
A knock sounded at her office door. Abby didn't stop, didn't even change in tempo. It was as if she didn't even acknowledge it. You'd have assumed she didn't hear it if she didnt respond.
"I'm busy." She hollered, the smirk on her face highlighting the fact she was not lying.
Your panicked breaths escalated as you attempted to stand up, worry spilling over. Abby didn't hesitate, hand securing you still.
"Shhh" she whispered, pulling you closer to her. A hand reached around, covering your mouth as her tempo increased. She thrusted in and out of you, desperate and wild.
Your eyes screwed shut, muffled moans cloaked by Abby's clutch. The knocking continued.
"Abby open the door, man!"
You recognised the voice. The office security guard, Owen. You were sure these two had something going on. There was rumours of an affair. Rumours of a relationship. God knows. You didn't want to know. You weren't interested. Neither was she. She pretended he didn't even exist. And honestly it turned you on even more to know she was willing to risk that door opening than to stop. Willing to risk him seeing the two of you together. To see how needy she was for you.
She was ploughing into you now, the pleasure surging through you. You could feel your mascara running, so close you feared that Abby's hand wouldn't be sufficient enough to stop the whole office from hearing you, let alone just Owen. She pushed her crotch into you, knowing how close you were getting. She bent down, breath against your nape. She licked her way up from your neck, taking your ear lobe between her teeth. Nibbling, she growled, breath hot and heavy.
"Come for me, princess."
That was all you needed to push you over the edge, the knot of anticipatory pleasure releasing over Abby's hand, leaving her dripping, covered in you. She gave your neck a kiss as you felt her smug smile press against you, a slight huffed chuckle parting her lips.
As she stood up, you perched yourself on the table to face her.
"You know," she started, offering you her shirt to clean yourself down, unbuttoning revealing the tightly fitted vest top beneath. "I think Im stressed tomorrow..."
You laughed and shook your head, eyes glinting, still blissed out. She sat, man-spreading on her office chair.
"Maybe if you're lucky I'll make this a regular occurrence" you said between breaths. "I just felt bad for you this time. Looked like you needed some stress relief--" you gave a sarcastic eye roll, the two of you breaking out into a laughter only ever heard between two lovers.
You patted yourself down, fixing your hair and lipstick in your pocket sized flip-mirror. You stood up, and collected yourself.
"Ms. Anderson," you nodded towards her, a cheeky smirk on your face as you exited the room. After all, you had a boss to serve.
