s*x Chained

The Other Woman

Chapter 5

For the next couple of months, Nat immersed herself in her work. By now she had a fairly good idea that her boss was boinking the blond assistant, Merrill the Peril. The woman certainly made her intentions known as she swayed and paraded herself around Chris's office area, seemingly oblivious to Nat's presence. Chris and Merrill would go out to lunch two to three times a week, and often he wouldn't return for two hours after that. Oh, he had his lunch all right, and what the Brits would call a decent banger and mash for dessert!

Nat began to fantasize about what the two did together. Any knowledge she possessed about s*x came from her romance novels—anatomy, positions, actions and reactions. She wondered how Chris measured up to the heroes of yore, those swashbuckling dukes and pirates who loved to ravish maidens with huge, throbbing “members.” Did Chris grow to massive proportions, and did he also pulsate with his greedy lusts? Merrill, obviously, knew how to stimulate him into incredible depths of passion, and then extinguish the raging fire in his groin.

Just by accident, Nat stumbled upon Chris's Visa account when she came in to straighten up the reports on his desk. The man had racked up a substantial amount on his credit card, with one charge to a bed and breakfast in Brookville over the weekend. Well, well. Another charge to a jewelers totaled five hundred dollars. What was the man doing, sprinkling Merrill with diamond dust before he screwed her? The blond cougar certainly knew how to gouge a man in his wallet. Why not? If she wanted to play office hanky panky, why not do so in style? Nat’s suspicions proved correct when Merrill Strang made her next office visit, her wrist extended to show off her new tennis bracelet with its sparkling gems.

When she came up to Nat's desk, the woman made sure to skim her arm across the counter surface so that Chris’ assistant couldn't miss the new piece of expensive jewelry. "Is the boss in?" Merrill cooed in her syrupy voice. "I have the most exciting surprise for him!"

What? You're going to do us all a favor and jump off a bridge? But Nat smiled sweetly and buzzed her boss on the desk phone to announce his visiting paramour. Once Merrill went into the office and closed the door behind her, Nat quietly crept up and listened to the murmur of their voices. She thought she heard a few "oohs" and "ahs" and then moments of silence. Could they be in the midst of a passionate embrace? With her own desire working itself from her pelvic region, Nat tried to imagine the feel of Chris's lips as they brushed her in a long, slow kiss. Did he use his tongue as well? She wanted to believe he tasted of sweet cream from his coffee and mint from the breath spray he kept in his drawer. Next, Nat savored his sensual sandalwood cologne, and the way his muscular arms felt as he wrapped her in a passionate embrace. But as soon as she heard movement again, she quickly went back to her desk. Seconds later, the couple emerged and Chris announced his intentions of going to lunch with Ms. Strang.

Briefly, Nat slipped her gaze to the boss' crotch just to see if she could catch the outline of an erection. Nope. Chris O'Connell seemed very cool and relaxed, his clothes immaculate, his collar crisp as always and bereft of any telltale lipstick marks—Merrill's signature peach gloss. Maybe the blond bombshell hadn't worked him up to such amorous heights after all!

An idea began to form and take shape. Nat mulled it over some, and then decided to expand on it just for fantasy's sake. I need a way to get him to notice me as more than just as his assistant, but as a real live, breathing, tender, vulnerable woman in love! A few days back, she had brought in a bouquet of wine-hued roses and displayed them prominently on her desk with the hope her boss would notice and ask her if she received them from a beau or admirer; but Chris had walked by without giving the flowers a second glance.

Nat knew then and there that she would have to take matters in her own hands—or even resort to more drastic measures if necessary. In the meantime, she went about her business, and still lunched with Ellis who had stopped hounding her for details about the boss. It soon became common knowledge that Merrill Strang and Christian O'Connell had been dating; and since the company possessed no written policy concerning office romance, they two remained free to see each other during and after office hours. Besides, neither one could jeopardize the other's position if they ever broke off the relationship. Chris handled regional sales, and Merrill worked for Darren Muench in corporate policy—and ne’er the twain shall meet, at least jobwise.

From the day Nat realized a tryst existed between her boss and Merrill, she started a journal of his actions and even jotted down the telephone calls he received. Occasionally Chris took calls from women whom Nat didn’t recognize by voice. This, of course, had her wondering if he also dated other women. He certainly could pull it off, the handsome, suave, well-heeled player with a variety of women at his beck and call. Perhaps, Nat gave her boss too much credit. She had certainly placed him on a pedestal like a god in shining bronze, a living, breathing, perfect sculpture that needed her constant care and attention. Chris O'Connell deserved adulation, even worship by his most adoring fan. No other woman could ever be as devoted to his needs and wants as Nat Blanchard; and she made sure to make herself indispensable if not available whenever he needed her... and then some.