When her boss had said she was as useful as a paperweight, she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. After all, who used paperweights any more?
She did her best and he clearly wasn’t complaining about her appearance, which he had said when he hired her was an important part of the job as his clients expected a certain level of class and elegance.
No, she wasn’t sure, but he hadn’t brought it up again and now several weeks later after all the problems she had had with computer and the headache’s, she through she’d finally figured it out.
She walked in to his office during lunch, took her blouse off, pulled up her skirt, slipped out of her heels and laid down on his desk. There wasn’t any paper on it, but she could wait until he returned to see if he wanted to slip some under her ass before he fucked her.