Chapter 123: Mistake 003

"I know you're not slutty. I know you're not the type to have casual sex, and that of course you're married. If you were that type, I would have tried to fuck you a long time ago to be completely honest. But then if you were that type, I probably wouldn't have been so attracted to you in the first place." Now he looked at her. "You always dress so conservatively. I hardly ever see anything, and I've worked with you for a long time. I never even see where your nipples are through your clothes...not even in the summer when the air's turned up too high. But I can tell you have a great body, and it would be absolutely amazing to me just to see a little of it, and be able to put my hands on you. Just for a little while. You know what, you wouldn't even have to take your clothes off. Well, not all of them. If I could just see you in your underwear...rub against you a little, maybe feel your tits and ass, and kiss you. That's it, I swear."

Her head was spinning, for about five different reasons, but Ginny wasn't so distracted as to not be skeptical of this.

"OK, let me see..." she began. "I don't know what you'd have to do to get the board to agree to keep me on, but you say it will be costly to you."

"Well, yes," Doug said, "Quite honestly yes. It's impossible to say what kind of call-ins I'll get for favors in the future, but it's not out of the question that it could cost me shares as well as influence."

"And yet, you're willing to compromise your future at the company so you can feel me up for ten minutes?? That doesn't make any sense."

"Well, first of all, you're right." Doug began ticking off points on his fingers. "It doesn't make sense. Second, my dad still owns controlling shares in the company. I might compromise myself a little bit, but it's not as if I'll be forced out or anything extreme like that. Either way I'll be doing just fine. Third...I don't think it's possible for you to appreciate how turned on I am by the thought of touching you." Doug had splayed out three fingers on his left hand at this point. Ginny noticed that he then grabbed his pinkie as if to tick off one more, but he didn't say anything.

Ginny prodded him to continue. "Aaand fourth?" she asked.

"Fourth..." Doug looked away for a moment, and allowed himself a small smile. "Fourth: who said anything about 'ten minutes?'"

Ginny sat back in the chair and looked straight up at the ceiling, sighing.

"Look, Ginny, I'm asshole. I know, that, all right? I'm imperfect, and I am way too attracted to you. I know what I'm doing, and I'm not exactly proud of it, but let's go over the facts here. You could be out of a job, and it's your fault, not mine. It's asking a lot of me to stick my neck out and save you after what happened. Normally I wouldn't do it, and I think you would understand. You'd be unhappy, and you'd have to look for a job, and you'd suffer financially, but you wouldn't hold it against me, because firing you would not be my decision. I know you understand that.

"But I also know from our conversations that you and Mark are not as secure as you could be financially, and I know there's no way you could find a job that pays what this one does. I'm using that to my advantage, and I feel like a dick about it. But I'm not asking you to do anything reeally depraved or unsavory. I want to spend some time with you, I want to touch you...I want to see what you look like under all of those proper garments. It won't be any real work for you, I won't be hurting you or anything. I'll keep my clothes on. You'll keep your clothes--well, most of them--on. All in all, it will actually be easier than what you normally do here, and no one will ever have to know but you and I. And you know what? You might even have a little fun, if you let yourself go."

Ginny sighed again, leaned forward and put her head in her hands. She could barely believe it herself, but she was actually considering it. Doug knew it, too, and so he kept quiet. It was completely crazy, and Doug was definitely a huge asshole. But his argument made sense to a large degree. She could walk away from her job on principle, but she'd be walking into a long period of financial uncertainty. Mark's new job wasn't likely to show great returns for a few years. She was very employable, but not at her current salary. The house would be up for sale by the end of the month, they'd be cutting back on entertainment and groceries, and Tonya would no doubt have to start getting student loans or choose a different school. And Ginny could stop all of that from happening just by letting her asshole boss grope her and kiss her. She definitely thought he was wrong about the possibility of her "having a little fun" in the process, but how bad would it be, really? It's not as if he were a fat smelly old man, and he wasn't asking her to blow him or anything.

On the other hand, she was sure she'd feel humiliated, and she wondered how long that might last, and if she would be able to look him in the eye again afterward. She knew she had a decent body for her age, but she wasn't exactly a model of self-confidence, and would feel very weird about showing her body to anyone but her husband. She was not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, and she was secretly proud of how good she was in bed at home. But she dressed conservatively because she simply didn't have the level of confidence to "strut her stuff" the way some women seemed to.

She looked up. Doug hadn't moved. It was almost as if he was scared to breathe too loudly. She stood up and walked about halfway to Doug's office door, then turned back to him.

"Sooo...you don't want to fuck me," Ginny said flatly.

"That's a separate question," said Doug. "I'm not asking to fuck you. I'm simply asking to...enjoy your body for a little while. To fulfill a fantasy I've had for a long time."

"I don't have to be naked?"

"I'd like to see your bra, and your panties. I want to know what your ass looks like when you bend over, without the damn wool skirt getting in my way. And I don't even know how big your tits are. I just want to see a little more. I want...privileges. And I want to kiss you. Real kisses."

"I take off my shirt, and my skirt. I let you see me. Feel me up. And I make out with you."

"Yes."

"And that's it?"

"That's all. Swear."

"And you're 100% sure you can deal with the board. That my job will be secure."

"If it falls through...if I can't convince them, I'll pay off your mortgage," Doug said, with supreme confidence.

Ginny walked slowly the rest of the way to the door, hesitated. Looked at the floor.

"Listen, Ginny. Why don't you go home. Take the afternoon off and think about it. I know I've ambushed you with this, and I know it's improper, and probably offensive. I respect you. I really do. And I'm allowing my desires to overpower my propriety and my respect. I don't think what I'm asking you to do is extreme, but I also don't want you to feel like I'm not giving you any options. Yes, I am taking advantage of your situation, but the situation is your fault, and you know it. You can accept my solution or not, but I want it to be your decision. Go home and think about it before you decide."

Ginny threw the deadbolt on the office door and turned around.

"I've decided. Let's get this over with right now."

Doug's eyes widened a tiny bit, but he just stood there, saying nothing.

"Well??" Ginny prompted him, "Can we just do this? You said it might take longer than ten minutes. It's not even 9 am. Will the whole fucking day be enough for you?"

"I'll have you out of here by noon."

Doug smiled, a bit too wolfishly, and she wondered momentarily if she had just made another huge mistake. She ignored her misgivings and took three small steps toward him, then stood, feet together, back slightly arched, chin raised up.

"Tell me wh

at I should do," she said.

The End.