Norika Fuji brought her boss Mr. Hijawa his morning tea as usual. She was impeccably dressed as always, her 55 years never showing as she glided across the floor toward his desk, her heels clicking lightly on the hardwood floor. Placing the cup and saucer delicately in front of him she turned her head and gave him a morning kiss as she had always done. She smiled then reached behind, unzipping her dress that she let fall, her nude wonderfully slim body on full display as she sat in his lap.
‘There’s been a change on the Board sir and as you know those changes filter down. This is your exit interview sir and who better than me to administer it. Speaking of that.’
Norika unzipped his pants with practiced skill from years of being an Admin.
Let’s free him from his prison,’she smiled, pulling his prong free. ‘And secure him in another.’ her head bending into his lap, her lips gathering him in.
Norika slipped her legs up under his arms. The same muscle relaxant lipstick that she had kissed him with now flooding everywhere in him as her mouth coddled him. She kicked off her shoes as her legs bent back at the knee, her stocking free sliding into place around his cheeks. She could feel he was close, her tongue curled around his shaft just as her hips and legs tensed then turned violently one way then for good measure back the other a satisfying snap echoing about the room as she undid and slipped from him and replaced her heels.
‘That makes two things that are going cold,’ she smiled while sipping the tea.
Amala Kaur always found her bosses morning yoga routines amusing. Somewhere in the past an Admin must have suggested it but not for the reasons Amala was sure she’d told him, that it would be useful against a female protagonist should she not be around to protect him. Amala and whoever the previous Admin was both knew the opposite was in fact true. As he worked away, his nude body glistening with the effort, she allowed herself a second look, a look long enough for him to catch it and the meaning.
She had of course done this before, more times than she could recall. It was for her an excellent release mechanism and of course an innocuous way to map his body. So as she walked past him depositing the mornings files and matters bedding attention on his desk a smile of anticipation crossed his face.
She left the papers neatly on his desk, she was an Admin after all. Same came round his desk to the guest chair on the other side, reached behind and silently unzipped her dress. Usually she would be in bra and panties, giving him something to remove and her the time to be stimulated.
‘He’s always in such a hurry.’
Today, as she draped her dress across the chair, she was naked, no bra, panties or even stockings, the only piece of apparel she kept on were her pumps.
Silently, she was silent, one of her many skills she was against his back, her warm naked body pressed against his. The sensation was new, she had never done this before, so he was surprised, just as she wanted.
Her arms came around to find his cock fully engorged and very responsive to her touch, Amala letting him twitch and throb in her hand.
‘I see the session is well advanced,’ Amala’s hot breath said, filling his ear. ‘Let me bring this session to a climax.’
Her wet lips softly toyed with his ears while tongue, fiery and experienced with his buttons pushed every one of them until a single finger placed on his cheek turned her head to her awaiting lips and a tongue that consumed his in a coil deadlier than any snake. Her hands stroked up and down in a slow build. Her nails ran along his shaft, top and bottom, an unhurried lazy motion that only added to the intensity, the tips circling his cap seemingly calling forth his seed in a siren dance that he controlled for no matter how much her wanted release, Amala denied that final touch a woman knows a man’s needs.
She adjusted her body, her nipples hard and erect raking his back, the searing heat of her paradise burning about to be ignited by the fuel of her juice when she let him explode.
A soft dangerous laugh filled his head after he returned from the bliss of climax.
‘How do you like me this close sir? I must remember to send the Admin who taught you this routine a present. Her teaching makes my job so much easier,’ Amala venomously whispered to him. ‘Her teachings foolishly filled you with confidence when all the while they were the perfect setup for my knot. I wonder if she ever mentioned the Indian Red Scorpion Knot to you? The bite or should I say bites of the female are particularly lethal.’
Jagan Patel, her boss, could feel her everywhere and not in a pleasant soothing way he was used to. Her body had the feeling of an edge to it and a hot hunger he had never experienced.
‘You always tell me you like to watch me work, well now you get to experience that feeling. It seems certain higher ups are displeased with some of your more, let’s call them risky ventures as of late, they are concerned they’ll affect the bottom line and that can’t be allowed to happen,’ Almara hummed as he felt her body slowly twist him.
‘I’m glad you have these workout mirrors installed. They let me see my progress and position and they give you a erotic image to look at. Every curve, from my calves to hips, she swell and sway of my hips, the side view of my pressed full orbs against your back, the lobe sinuous line of my arms entangled like a jungle vine into yours, my muscles taut and ready as it appears your stem is as well. Ironic, the deadly predicament you find yourself in yet you can’t help but be aroused by it. I hope I don’t disappoint you sir.’
Her lips toyed with his ear first, then moved to his cheek, his head voluntarily turning to her a smile of victory on her face.
Amala slowly twisted her torso, his body unable to fight her position.
‘You need to try and resist me sir, because you don’t want to fall to the mat because then the scorpion will be in striking position.
‘Your really are working hard, I can smell your musk and feel the heat as you strain against my nude, pliant, supple form in what we both know is a fruitless struggle.’
His body was forced more and more in spite of his best efforts and until after half an hour his hot wet body had transferred his struggles to her as the two glowed. He weakened over time, his body bending and weakening until she pushed just a little against him guiding them gently to the mat where the scorpion locked in place about his now immobile form.
Amala’s stomach was on his back, her arms snaked into his and pinned behind his head so she could pull up his head so she could kiss him. He heard a faint clicking sound.
‘My heels sir. I have locked them together. It aids in leverage and well it just looks sexier.’
‘Some poison is delivered sweetly,’ she smiled, her lips parting from his. ‘Oh, not to worry, my lipstick is not the poison in this bite,’ she mused as her nose rubbed his and her body snapped in a soft serpentine motion. ‘That is the bite sir. Each turn, roll, flexuous snaking and supple roll injects the bite, not with any venom, no, but with the deadly irresistible poison of a woman’s touch,’ she breathed then kissed him to quell her own fire and delivered a second bite. ‘Each nip of your body from mine attacks specific nerve endings, one by one I will shut them and you down.’
Jagen tried to extend the session, anything to escape her body which he knew all too well was lethal every time. See just mocked his offers of money and power. ‘I already have all the money I need sir and as for power, well, who's on top at the moment. You know and Admin is always loyal to the company, not the person she works for no matter what the perks offered, tangible or not,’ Amala explained between kisses and snaps as she adjusted his weakening body in hers.
‘Only a few more to go sir, you’re quite fevered and your body is mush,’ she whispered, delivering another sting as his eyes glasses over. Amala gave him a final kiss, putting a little extra into it as reward, mostly for her then closed around him tight, her body arched back, all her wondrous curves and muscles are full display as her perspiration coated glowing body pulled back sharply then twisted itself like a corkscrew before relaxing and rolling away leaving him dead. She came to her feet, walked over to her phone, checked the time, made a call then used his private bathroom to shower and make herself presentable. When she returned to the office, his body was gone. Slipping on her dress she awaited the arrival of her new boss reminding herself that she needed to implement his yoga lesson training.
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