Denise looked over her shoulder at Tom and tried to frown, but the best she could manage was an impartial expression as he stared at her ass.
Things had changed a lot in the office recently, things like the length of her skirt, which only a few weeks ago had been well past her knees.
She wasn’t exactly sure why, but she suspected Tom had something to do with it. There wasn’t anything she could point at that linked him to the changes, but why else did she have a deep need to show off her body to him? Or do anything he asked?
At first she’d been angry about it, even yelling at him several times when he’d told her to get his coffee or do other menial tasks. Not that she hadn’t done them, she’d just complained loudly about having to do them.
But as her skirt length had shorted, her ability to feel anger had similar disappeared, to the point now that she didn’t feel much of anything about it.
A little shiver ran over her as she couldn’t lie to herself no matter how how she tried. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything about it, sure the anger was gone, but she knew it was being replaced with something else… happiness?
It was a hard feeling to describe, and she was actively trying not to think about it, but it was certainly there.
“Nice skirt today Denise.” Tom said with a smile and that feeling washed over her, even as she tried to push it out of her mind.
He walked over and grabbed her ass, giving it a squeeze, “I see the gym is starting to pay off too.”
He then walked around behind his desk and took a seat, “Why don’t you get me my coffee and then we can see how your performance has improved.” he said and she stood upright and made her way quickly to the coffee machine.
She could still remember yelling at him when he told her to go to the gym, but by the time he instructed her to work on her oral skills she’d just meekly nodded her head.
When she went back to his office she’d be on her knees, under his desk, sucking him off, so she delayed it as long as she could. Washing his coffee cup… twice, checking the temperature of the coffee, measuring out the milk and sugar precisely, but it was all in vain.
When she re-entered his office he was sitting there playing with his favorite gold coin, rolling it over his knuckles, a smile on his lips as she set the coffee down in front of him and then fell to her knees and crawled under his desk.
