This is a confession story of Zoey. Enjoy
They sat comfortably in the large office. Both were sharply dressed, business types. There was an odd & awkward tension in the air.
“What should I call you?” David asked.
She thought for a moment. “Just call me Zoey. I’d like to keep this on a first name basis because…”
“Don’t bother explaining discretion to me,” he said, cutting her off. “I already know who you are.”
“Do you?”
He nodded. “I watch the news avidly. I know a lot about your stellar reputation. Your secrets are safe here.”
A look of embarrassment crept over her face. She blushed. But she also grinned slightly.
“What exactly do you know about me from watching the news?”
“I know that you’re an executive at a major financial institution, and that you’ll likely become CEO someday. Much of your success comes from grabbing men by the balls and making them do your bidding. Apparently, you can be a real bitch at times, but you’ve made investors a lot of money with your savvy business skills.”
She smiled, almost in laughter. “Were all those things reported on the news?”
“More or less,” he replied, with a faint smile of his own. “That’s what they say. Maybe not in those words, but it’s strongly implied.”
“Figures,” she shrugged.
“Tell me why you’re here.”
“I keep asking myself that same question.”
“So you don’t know why you’re here?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.
Zoey looked down at the floor. “It’s complicated.”
“It usually is. Women are complicated creatures. I find that most women have a difficult time articulating what they want, and if they can, they’re still unsure of themselves. But in many ways, women can be very similar to men when it comes to wanting their sexual desires fulfilled. It’s just that women usually have a harder time fulfilling those needs because of social taboos.”
She continued looking down at the floor. “I’d say you’ve hit the nail on the head with that statement. At least when it comes to me.”
“I’m usually right about these things. I could tell a lot about you from the moment you walked into my office.”
“Such as?” she asked, looking straight at him.
“You come across as a real uptight cunt. Many powerful women are the same. They have sex drives which can rival male porn stars. Unfortunately for those women, they tend to avoid sexual encounters to preserve their hard earned reputations, which only increases their urges.”
Zoey sighed. “You’ve certainly provided me with an entertaining morning. We’ve just met, and you’ve already called me a cunt and a bitch. It’s been a long time since a man has called me those names to my face.”
“Am I wrong in my analysis?” David asked, knowing he was right.
“I didn’t say that either.”
“Then tell me I’m right,” he insisted.
“You love antagonizing me, don’t you?”
“It’s part of the process.”
“Fine,” she replied. “I guess I fit the bill of those women you described. I think about sex a lot. Maybe it’s because of the pressures of my job. I masturbate a lot in my apartment. I rarely get laid though. I worked my entire life to be in this position, and the last thing I need is to be labeled a slut, or a whore.”
“What fetishes do you have?” David asked casually.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m sure you don’t just masturbate thinking of a man fucking you. There has to be more. What really gets you off? What are your favorite fantasies?”
She thought for a moment. “I’ve always had exhibitionist fantasies. I’m not saying I want to be in a porn video or anything like that. But I’ve always liked the idea of being watched, either in public or in the office.”
“So you like the idea of being watched while people think you’re completely unaware.”
“Exactly.”
“And what are you doing while these people are watching you?” David asked curiously.
“It depends,” Zoey replied in a moment of self-reflection. “Sometimes I get-off on the idea of a man looking down my blouse, or up my skirt.”
“Surely that’s not the biggest thrill for a powerful woman such as yourself.”
She took a deep breath. “I imagine having sex in public places, or in the office. I could feel someone’s eyes watching me, but I don’t know where.”
“Do you prefer that the voyeur is a stranger?”
“I do. I love the idea of being watched by someone who isn’t in a position to judge me.”
David nodded. “You like the idea of finally being able to let your hair down so you can have the sex you desire. What makes it even more arousing for you is having someone there to witness it. You get-off on someone seeing your sexual side. Pardon my language, but you get-off on someone watching you be a complete slut & whore.”
“That’s basically it,” Zoey blushed.
She clenched her hands together and crossed her legs tightly. All the tell-tale signs of being nervous were written on her face and body language.
“That’s a common fantasy for many women. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I hear it from a lot of powerful women.”
“Anyone I might know?” she asked playfully to lighten the mood.
“I’ve spoken with several women you probably know. I’m not going to mention names because discretion is very important. But I can say that your fantasies are normal.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
He paused. “What made you decide to come here today?”
“I became an executive last year. It feels like the more pressure I have, the higher my sex drive becomes. I guess sex is how my body deals with stress.”
David nodded attentively. “It’s a common feeling.”
“I’ve been extremely busy at work these past few weeks. We’re in the midst of the largest acquisition in our corporation’s history, as I’m sure you’ve seen on the news. With all of this pressure, my hormones have been raging.”
“Have you ever acted on it?”
“A little bit.”
“Tell me about that.”
Zoey squirmed slightly in her seat. She put her hand on the top button of her blouse and played with the button. The memories were arousing to her.
She took a deep breath. “A few days ago, one of my financial analysts made a small error in his report, so I called him to my office and I ended up snapping at him. I think I called him an idiot. I told him he was careless, and that next time he would be fired. The look on his face was priceless. He was so scared. I felt bad because he’s a smart young man.”
“You sound regretful over the incident.”
“I made up for it,” Zoey replied. “That day I wore a small blouse and an office skirt. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was guilt for yelling at him. Maybe I was just horny. Whatever the reason, I went to the bathroom and removed my bra & panties. I still don’t know what I was thinking.”
She paused for a moment and looked down at her outfit. She played with the top button of her blouse.
“Please continue,” he said. “Did you flash the young man?”
“I did. I called him back to my office an hour after I had yelled at him. I apologized passively. Then I handed him a packet of paperwork while I sat behind my desk. As he approached me, I leaned forward just enough so that he could see down my blouse.”
“Did he have a clear view of your breasts?”
“I’m not sure. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with him. Maybe he just saw the middle of my bare chest. Or maybe he saw my big nipples.”
“Which would you have preferred?” he asked. “Would you rather he saw your small tits completely?”
Zoey thought for a moment. “I don’t know. After he took the papers, I looked at him, and he genuinely seemed surprised. He definitely saw something that he wasn’t expecting. That’s for sure.”
“You must have been so aroused. I’m sure you loved that a subordinate saw your intimate area.”
“I went straight to the bathroom and touched myself. I had an orgasm masturbating on the toilet seat.”
A smile appeared on David’s face. “You’re full of surprises. I like that in a woman.”
“I guess that means we’re going to be friends.”
“That’s usually what it means,” he replied. “I like this arrangement. It’s going to work well for the both of us.”
“So what happens next?”
David reached over and grabbed a pen & notepad. He quickly began to write. When he was done, he handed the note to Zoey.
“I want you to follow these instructions,” he said.
She looked at the note. “What is it?”
“My instructions for you. After it’s been completed, we can meet again.”
***
A few days later. Zoey sat in her large office reading the company’s latest financial report. She prided herself on being more informed and better prepared than all of her male colleagues.
Her eyes occasionally shifted to her purse while she read the documents. She put down the report and opened her purse to look at David’s note once again.
Zoey thought for a long moment, then she folded the note and placed it back inside of her purse. The door to her office was closed. She quickly loosened her top, then she reached underneath the back of her outfit and unclasped her bra to remove it, before hiding the bra inside of her purse.
After she closed the purse, Zoey walked in front of the full length mirror in her office and fixed her outfit so that everything was neat. She bent over while looking at her braless reflection. There was a slight view of her small breasts and large nipples. It wasn’t overly obvious, but it was enough to grab someone’s attention if a person looked carefully enough.