Fun with Secretary as Bosses should have (R18+)

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The grunt's eyes widened in surprise. "What? No, I didn't say that. I just said that Boss wants to appoint me as his personal secretary!"

I raised an eyebrow, my gaze shifting between the two women. Great, just what I need. More drama.

The blonde girl's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. "But...but I'm the current secretary. I've been working here for years. Why would you fire me?"

Oh, for fuck's sake. This is a mess I didn't see coming. But on second thought, how could the leader of such a big organization not have a secretary? Sigh, let's handle this cute angsty lady now.

I cleared my throat, trying to maintain a calm and authoritative demeanor. "Alright, let's sort this out. First, let's all calm down. Now, tell me exactly what happened."

The blonde girl took a deep breath, steadying her voice. "I was just doing my job, and then she"—she pointed at the grunt—"came and told me that you wanted to see me. She said you were firing me."

The grunt shook her head vehemently. "No, that's not what I said. I just told her that you wanted to appoint me as your personal secretary. I didn't say anything about firing her."

Hah, what to do now? After thinking for a moment, while the blondie looked at me tensely, I thought of something.

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze steady. "Alright, let's get this straight. I'm not firing anyone. There seems to be a misunderstanding here. I'm not replacing you; I'm just appointing another personal secretary."

The blonde girl's eyes widened in surprise. "But...but why do you need two secretaries, Boss?" Her voice was respectful but tinged with indignation.

Well, why do I need two secretaries? Fuck me if I know.

I took a deep breath, trying to think quickly. "Here's the deal. I've decided to go on a trip with Mewtwo here." I gestured to the pink humanoid Pokémon floating in the air, who had a curious expression on her cute face. "To capture strong Pokémon, and hence, I'll be less available here."

The blonde girl's attention shifted to Mewtwo, her eyebrows raised in questioning surprise. She wanted to ask why the sudden interest in such a trip but held her tongue, waiting for me to continue.

"And furthermore, I have decided that having too much stress is not good for my aging body. And for that purpose, I've decided to promote the grunt as sort-of personal secretary cum CEO in my absence to handle everything. Consider her my stand-in for now."

The blonde girl's face turned incredulous. "Her?" she exclaimed, pointing toward the grunt. "She's just a common grunt, Boss. How can she even do that?"

The grunt huffed, clearly offended. "Excuse me, but I was first in my class of management studies. I am not as capable as boss for handling this role but don't compare me to a common grunt."

Oh, she looks confident now? Did the kiss earlier turn her into some management badass?

I watched both, eyebrow raised, glancing between the two women like a referee in a boxing match between Machamp and Hitmonchan. "You and the grunt will both work together to handle everything. Whatever work required my input—you can take it to her instead."

Blondie's mouth opened slightly, ready to throw down the gauntlet, but a questioning gaze from me and she bit her tongue and sighed, looking totally defeated. "As you say, Boss. I can work with that. As long as we're clear on our roles, I'm willing to cooperate."

The grunt blinked a few times, looking all kinds of surprised and determined. Honestly, it made her look kinda cute. "I also understand, sir. I'll do my best to fulfill my duties."

Blondie, with that look of professionalism mixed with a dash of indignation, nodded. "Boss, you don't need to worry. I'll ensure that"—she pointed toward the grunt—"she gets appointed as soon as possible."

As she spoke, I couldn't help but check her out. Blonde waves cascading down her back, blue eyes holding that fiery combo of determination and respect, plus she had curves that her suit made sure you noticed. Damn, she was a looker.

All this visual stimulation was not helping my already throbbing dick. Mewtwo's earlier shenanigans had already got me rock-hard, and now this—it was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

Clearing my throat, I tried to keep it together. "Alright, good. Now, if you could stay back for a moment, I have something important to discuss with you."

"Of course, Boss." Her eyes widened slightly, but she was on board.

I turned to the grunt, who was standing by my side, eager to please. "I need you to take Mewtwo around and give her a short tour of the facilities. We'll be leaving soon, and if she likes anything, she can take it."

"Yes, sir," the grunt responded eagerly. "I'll make sure she's well-acquainted with the place."

Looking over at Mewtwo, who had been floating around, eyes wide and curious, I smiled. "Mewtwo, why don't you go with her and see if there's anything you like? You can take whatever catches your eye."

Mewtwo's eyes sparkled with excitement, but there was a hint of hesitation. "You want me to go alone?"

I nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, it'll be good for you to get a lay of the land. Plus, if there's anything important, you can always contact me through our link." I tapped my temple, reminding her of our mental connection.

Mewtwo's tail whipped around, and she looked at me with a mix of curiosity and reluctance. "Alright, if you say so... but I'll contact you if something comes up."

"That's the spirit," I encouraged, giving her a confident nod.

The grunt smiled and gestured for Mewtwo to follow. "This way, please."

With a final glance at me, Mewtwo floated after the grunt, her eyes still reflecting a bit of anxiety, but determined nonetheless.

I watched as the grunt and Mewtwo left the room, leaving me alone with the blonde secretary. I turned my attention back to her, a casual smile playing on my lips.

"Alright, remind me of your name again?" I asked, trying to keep the mood light.

She looked surprised, her eyebrows shooting up. "Cassie, sir. Have I done something wrong?" Her voice wavered slightly, a hint of concern creeping in.

I leaned back in my chair, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Not at all, Cassie. In fact, I think it's time for your performance review. A thorough one."

Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and apprehension. "A performance review? I didn't know that was due."

I chuckled, enjoying the suspense. "Well, consider it a new initiative. I think it's important to explore all aspects of your skills, don't you?"

She hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm not sure I understand, sir."

I kept my gaze steady, a hint of suggestion in my voice. "Let's just say, you've shown excellent administrative skills. But I think there are other areas where you could excel. A more... personal touch, if you will."

Her cheeks flushed, a mix of shock and intrigue in her eyes. "Personal touch?" she repeated, as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning.

"Exactly," I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. "Think of it as an advanced course in client relations. Something crucial for this line of work."

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I've never had a review like this before."

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "First time for everything, Cassie. And trust me, it could open up new... opportunities for your career."

Her eyes flickered with a mix of nerves and curiosity. "Alright, Boss. If it's going to benefit my career, I'm willing to... explore this."

I gestured for her to come closer. "Come over here. Let's start with a little exercise. Show me how you handle... pressure."

She hesitated for a moment, confusion written all over her face. But with a determined nod, she walked over, her heels clicking on the floor with each nervous step. She stood beside me, her eyes fixed on mine, waiting for the next instruction. The air was thick with anticipation.

Cassie started to say something about doing a good job, but I cut her off with a reassuring smile. "I know you do, Cassie." I patted my lap, a playful glint in my eyes. "Now, have a seat. Let's see how you handle this pressure."

Her eyes flicked between my lap and my face, a look of disbelief crossing her features. "On your lap, Boss?" she questioned, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Yep," I replied, maintaining that playful grin. "All part of the... job evaluation."

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling under her crisp white shirt. Timidly, she perched herself on my lap, her body tense and rigid. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was shallow and quick.

I could feel her warmth, her heart pounding against her chest. Her weight was light but solid, the pressure of her against my thighs sending a thrill through me. She squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it only made things more... interesting.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice low and soothing. "This is just a small part of your duties."

Her breath hitched as I began to run my hands up and down her sides, my fingers lightly grazing the sides of her breasts. She squirmed, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"See, this isn't so bad, is it?" I teased, my hands moving to cup her breasts fully, feeling their softness and weight through her shirt. Her breath hitched again, her eyes flickering with a mix of pleasure and panic.

Through the thin fabric of her shirt, I could feel the lace of her bra, the delicate texture rubbing against my palms. I began to knead her breasts gently, my fingers tracing the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath.

Her nipples hardened under my touch, pressing insistently against the fabric. I could feel them growing harder, more insistent, as I continued to caress. She let out a soft gasp, her back arching slightly, pressing her breasts more firmly into my hands.

Suddenly, she shifted uncomfortably on my lap. "Um, Boss... is that... is that something poking me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but I could tell she knew exactly what it was.

I chuckled, wrapping my hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me. "Oh, that? Just a little... occupational hazard," I said, smirking.

Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "But, Boss... it's... it's poking me," she stammered, clearly flustered.

"Well, what better way to get acquainted with all aspects of your job, right?" I replied, my hand tightening around her waist.

I began to guide her hips in a slow, circular motion, making her grind against my growing bulge. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me.

Cassie let out a soft whimper, her breath hitching as she felt the full extent of my arousal pressing against her. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, as she continued to grind against me by herself, her hips moving in sync with my hand which were barely putting any force.

"Engg...hah...."

I could feel my cock throbbing, desperate for more friction, more contact. The sight of her, cheeks flushed, lips parted, writhing on my lap, was enough to drive any man wild.

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