My Boss's Private Account

Chapter 5: A Thrilling Call at Work

Melda stifled a big yawn with her hand while sitting in front of the computer in the IT department.

"Have you finished fixing the bugs in the accounting program, Melda?" the department head walked over and tapped her desk.

"Uh... almost done, boss! Just need a little more time," she replied nervously.

Ping!

A notification sounded from her phone, which was lying face down next to the keyboard. Melda glanced sideways at it, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the sender's name.

[The Emperor]

He never texts during work hours! Did he send money by mistake? Or is he asking for it back?

Taking advantage of the moment when her boss walked away, Melda quickly grabbed her phone to read the message under the table. She frowned, nervously typing a reply.

[Baby M] : Uh, Daddy, I'm at work right now. It's not convenient to talk.

The message was read immediately. The typing indicator appeared for a moment before changing to a message that almost made her drop her phone.

[The Emperor] : Working, huh? Good... exciting.

[The Emperor] : Go to the bathroom. Now.

[The Emperor] : I want to see you touch yourself.

"Whoa!"

Melda blurted out loudly, causing her co-worker at the next desk to turn and look.

"Is something wrong, Mel?"

"N-no, nothing! Just saw a cockroach, haha."

Melda went pale. She had no choice! She had already received the money and couldn't upset him, or she'd lose her commission. She grabbed a big pack of tissues and jumped up from her chair.

"I'll be right back, need to use the bathroom urgently."

She quickly ran to the women's restroom on the lowest floor, which was usually quiet in the housekeeper's area. Luckily, no one was there. She hurried into the last stall, locked it securely, and sat down on the toilet with her heart pounding.

Ring... Ring...

The ringtone sounded right on time! Melda's hand trembled as she answered the call, keeping the speaker volume at its lowest and using one wireless earbud.

"Hello," she whispered softly, cupping her mouth. "You're so bad, Daddy! I'm at work."

The screen on the other side remained dark, with only a low chuckle coming through.

"Are you excited?" he teased. "Alright, place the phone on the floor and angle the camera to show your underwear."

Melda gulped. She propped the phone against the bathroom wall at an upward angle, then slowly lifted her black pencil skirt to her waist, revealing white cotton panties with a bear print, which didn't match her Baby M persona at all.

"Bear-patterned panties," the voice on the other end chuckled. "Cute. Slip your hand inside, no need to take them off."

Melda blushed, feeling a rush of heat throughout her body. The situation was intensely overwhelming, both fearing someone might walk in and embarrassed to be doing this in a shabby bathroom.

She slowly slipped her small hand under the elastic band of her bear-patterned panties, feeling the warmth and dampness building from excitement.

"Mmm," she bit her lip to suppress a moan.

"Move your fingers," Alan commanded in a husky voice. "Rub it hard, imagine my fingers pressing on your spot."

Melda followed the instruction, her slender fingers rubbing the sensitive spot beneath her tiny panties. She closed her eyes, moving her hips in rhythm with her fingers. The soft squelch of her arousal seeping into her panties echoed in the cramped bathroom.

"Daddy, it feels so good, ooh," she whispered shakily. "I'm afraid someone will hear, mmm."

"Then keep quiet," his voice taunted further. "Bite your lip and finish for me."

The sound of high heels clattered on the tiled floor as someone entered the bathroom!

Melda's eyes widened, her body froze, but she couldn't stop the sensation at her fingertips.

Alan, hearing the sound through the earphones, understood the situation well. Instead of telling her to stop, he commanded harshly,

"Don't stop, keep going," he commanded sternly. "If you stop now, I'll stop following you."

The threat was effective. Melda bit her lip hard until she tasted a faint hint of blood. The mix of fear and excitement sent her mind into a whirlwind. She sped up her fingers, aiming to reach her climax before the person in the next stall finished.

The sound of the toilet flushing next door was loud enough to drown out the embarrassing wet noises.

"Ah!"

Her slender body convulsed intensely, her fingers rubbing the sensitive spot rapidly until her juices gushed out, soaking her bear-patterned panties in a wide stain.

She tensed her feet, gripping the floor tightly, screaming silently before collapsing her face onto her knees, panting heavily, completely spent.

The door of the next stall opened, and the sound of high heels walked away.

"Well done," Alan whispered hoarsely through the earphones. "You're soaked, aren't you? Wipe up and get back to work."

The call ended.

Melda was so exhausted that she could barely stand. She sat looking at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, and her panties damp and uncomfortable.

"Crazy man, ugh... why does it feel so good though?"

Melda, having just composed herself, hurriedly rushed out of the bathroom in a panic. She was so afraid of being caught that she barely paid attention to where she was going, her legs still trembling from the recent activity.

Thud!

She turned a corner and collided forcefully with someone's strong chest, almost stumbling.

"Oops!"

When she looked up, the little bit of composure Melda had left almost vanished. Standing ominously in front of her was President Alan, who was standing with his arms crossed, with a stern expression, in front of the elevator.

"Uh... I'm sorry, boss! I was in a hurry! I'm really sorry!"

Melda stammered her apologies in a state of panic. She didn't dare to make eye contact or wait for a reprimand, seizing the moment while he stood still.

She quickly ducked past him, pressed the button for the service elevator, and disappeared, leaving the president standing there bewildered.

Alan slowly turned to watch the small figure running away from him as if she'd seen a ghost. His sharp eyes thoroughly assessed her appearance.

Her previously neatly tied hair was now disheveled. Her face was flushed, and her hairline damp, as if she'd just finished a strenuous workout.

And as she stepped into the elevator, the back of her employee shirt, which had come untucked from her pencil skirt, rose higher with her hurried steps, revealing something peeking above the waistband.

"Bear print?"

Alan muttered to himself softly, his thick eyebrows furrowing immediately. The image from his phone screen ten minutes ago flashed in his mind—the same bear print 'Baby M' had shown him in the bathroom.

But then the young man shook his head slightly, chuckling to himself at his own ridiculous thoughts. For a moment, a strange idea crossed his mind. Could they be the same person?

"No way. What a ridiculous thought, Alan. There's no way that person could be Baby M."

Alan dismissed the absurd thought from his mind before stepping into the executive elevator with his usual calm demeanor, unaware that...

The coincidence he had just dismissed was the truth right under his nose.