The start of the second week of my internship…hello, Monday and…another full week with Edward at the lab. The plan for this week is quite busy including an evening banquet with one of our key corporate clients. I have to admit that when it came to business, Edward was really a pro and well respected in his field. All the tasks assigned to me were really well planned to support my learning and development of skills that I was lacking and to give me a better understanding of the business. Today, I will be attending various meetings with top researchers to follow-up on the progress of various processes with Edward. This should keep us busy for the whole day…
*Ring…Ring...* Oh, it’s Zak.
“Yo, Natalia. You free tonight? I’m meeting someone and I want you there as well,” Zak’s relaxed and lazy voice got straight to the point.
“Yea…I can be there. Who are we meeting?” I’m very curious now. Zak almost never invites me to see anyone except for some of our mutual friends.
“…You’ll see when the time comes. I’ll text you the time and location. See you tonight…dress sexy,” Zak teased.
“I’ll be as sexy as I can be in my work clothes…see you. Let me know…if anything is troubling you. Ok?” I replied to Zak with concern in my voice. This request coming from Zak is giving me a sense of foreboding.
I’m really worried about Zak right now but the clock is ticking and if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late to my meeting. Gosh, its not easy being an intern…the corporate world sure is though. I can’t mess up now! Focus, focus, focus!
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By the time I swung open the door to Edward’s office, there were only 2 minutes left to the meeting meaning we needed to hurry to the meeting room. Learning of the day: Women’s office clothes are a real challenge…or maybe only the version that Edward had picked out for me. The black leather high heels were already killing my feet, couple that with black skirt which I guess are a bit too short and too tight. I was finding it hard to walk comfortably.
“Edward…I’m here,” I greeted him in a shy voice. Being in this room reminds me of what we did the last time we were here. I have to stop remembering this every time I step into this room because we’re going to be spending so much time here. Edward was leaning on his desk, dressed in his standard lab attire: white shirt, black pants and white lab coat.
“It’s ‘Professor’ while we’re at work. Please keep things professional. Let’s go,” he replied curtly and exited the office trusting that I would follow him to our first meeting. I wanted to scream at him…doing all those things to me and then telling me to ‘keep thing professional’. It would be great if things really became strictly professional. I followed to keep up with his long strides as we headed to our first meeting.
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‘Strictly professional’…yea right. Edward just nudged my leg with his. I’m pretty sure that was not an accident but I’ve decided to ignore his advances. Keeping my eyes on the presentation going on ahead of me, I tried my best to focus on what the older professor was explaining. Suddenly, Edward’s hand was on my knee and then sliding up my bare thighs. I took all of my self-control to remain still. What is he doing? There’re so many people here…
His hand kept sliding up my thigh getting closer and closer to my hip. No! I grabbed his hand with mine to keep his hand from sliding up further. It’ll be a disaster if anyone see us like this. I looked nervously around the room and was relief that no one seemed to have notice anything amiss. Edward’s hand slipped out from mine and proceeded to stroke my thigh up and down. I squeezed my legs closed together as my pussy started contracted with anticipation. Despite the panic I felt in my head, my body was reacting to his hot touch, wanting more of this petting.
Edward wedged his hand in between my legs tugging my legs apart so that he could stroke up and down my inner thighs. Damn it, why is my skirt so short! He was definitely teasing me as I felt his hand pinching lighting on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. I squeezed my legs together capturing his hand in between my legs begging him silently to stop. Of course, he did not comply to my wish at all. His hand inched up my inner thigh slowly as his hand dipped under my short skirt. My core was throbbing with a pleasurable ache and I could feel a wet heat seeping out from the opening between my legs, soaking my underwear. My body was reacting to his seductive touches once again.
--To be continued...
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