Secretary Aubrey

>Be Aubrey
>stuck in the office, with telephones going off like fireworks at a festival
>ring ring
>”Hello, please hold”
>ring ring
>”H-hello, please hoOH-please hold”
>Aubrey looks under the desk
>hfw your nose is deep in her muff
>Tries her best to glare at you
>Looks more like a slightly miffed, needy puppy
>”S-Stop that! You’re gonna - ah, a-AHH- get me in so much trouble!”

>briiiiiiiing
>”H-Hello! Please ho-Oh, you’re calling about the tofu fundraiser?! Yes, the seating arrangements, ahhhh-”
>You nuzzle into Aubrey’s sweet mound
>She grits her teeth, determined not to lose herself to pleasure
>She tries to disguise the unprofessional moan as an unprofessional yawn
>”Hhhh, of course!”
>She starts to speak with some bigwig on the other end about the finer details of accommodation, catering, feng shui, strategic VIP seat positions to maximize their importance and other business jargon that flies over your head
>For a moment, you halt your ministrations and gaze in awe as her tone shifts
>from a panicked young girl with her hand in the cookie jar
>to an assured woman in her element, calling the shots
>Hnnnngh
>Your fingers move on their own, dancing across her smooth skin
>You plant sweet kisses along her toned thighs
>Panic and exhilaration hitches her breath, her words barely able to escape
>”W-wouldn’t paper plates match the dry aesthetic of the tofu better?”
>Aubrey quietly looks down at you
>You can see the desperate plea in her eyes
>You can feel how she quivers
>breath held in suspense
>slender body taut like a string about to burst
>Aubrey’s pleas bleed into her tone as she gets more and more frustrated and needs to lash out
>”No, for the last time we are not importing a molasses volcano from Orange Oasis!”

>You grip onto her thighs for balance as you raise yourself away from her mound
>You lightly squeeze as you look gently into her eyes
>You smile, as if to reassure her
>Everything is going to be okay
>She releases her breath and smiles faintly back
>You rest your head on her lap
>”Alright, that should be everything on the current itinerary. Thank you so much for your co-operation! Mr. Jawsome will be very plea-“
>You stick your tongue in her cunny
>Her eyes widen
>”-eeE-“
>You flick your tongue inside her
>By some miracle she covers her speaker in time before her body arches towards you
>”AAAAAAAaaHhHh-AAAAAAAAAAAHH”
>her body seems to pulse from the sheer pleasure
>riding out the energy in waves from her muff down to her toes and up past the peaks of her chest
>She tries valiantly to cover her mouth as you persist
>”MmmmMmmMmMHHH! MMM! MMMMHHH!”
>the receiver clatters to the floor
>a cacophony of shrill rings go unanswered as Aubrey adds her own to the mix
>She flops forward, tightly gripping your head
>Her body is heaving, her heartbeat erratic
>her heavy breath tickles at your left ear, giving you goosebumps
>You don’t know whether she wants to yank you off violently
>Or force you to stay and finish the job
>”Pleeeaase...”

>As she came down from her sweet release, Aubrey seemed to have come to her senses
>”Please get your butt up here, what’s wrong with you?”
>Uh oh
>Aubrey’s Enraged and raring to fire back
>She unsteadily rises from her chair
>You tumble backwards and fall on your butt
>Her hands scrabble along your back
>With an annoyed grunt, she balls up the back of your shirt in her tiny fingers to get a hold of you
>she forces you up on your feet with surprising strength and fervor
>With her arms around your neck, she continues ranting
>”You’re lucky someone has some self-control!”
>”I finally managed to wrangle together the menu, the venue, the seating for that dumb tofu fundraiser- all by myself!”
>”You know how many things waaaaaay out of our budget Ms. Loose Sea suggested? Way too many!”
>”Meanwhile you...Yoooooou...”
>she starts shaking you violently
>Without being pre-occupied with her job, Aubrey is quickly shifting the power balance in her favor
>”You’re gonna pay for that, you know. Get Ready, because you’re TOAST, buster!”
>She holds you in place, simmers at you like she’s going to lay the smackdown
>You feel a lump in your throat as you take the undivided attention of her electrifying stare
>Your eyes quickly drink in its last meal
>Her slightly ruffled hair
>disheveled jersey slipping off of one of her shoulders
>flushed face
>Maybe it won’t be so bad to be headbutted ‘till you became TOAST by such a cute girl
>Then she roughly pulls you in for a kiss