With quick practiced movements, you bend your arms behind you, sliding your top up your back so you can undo the clasp of your bra. If he looked to you now, he'd see most of your back, and you trying to slip off your underwear, and your refuse to peek to see if he catches you, as you find the rush overwhelming of imagining what would happen if he catches you trying to strip...
You slip the straps down your arms, and pull your bra out from the front of your shirt, as you quickly stip your tank top straps back on your shoulders, you take a quick peek back. He's finished stirring *two* drinks, and you barely have time to drop the bra into an open drawer, casually sliding it shut as he turns towards you, and you don't see a tiny bit of it poking out as he scowls at you.
"I said no looking through my desk!!" He sips his drink, placing the other at the far side of the desk. "That's for you."
You ignore the drink, looking at his desktop background, showing him and his 'family'. "You have a lovely family, and a pretty wife." As you lean down to ignore it further, your tank top strap slips down your arm, and you leave it, wanting his eyes drawn to the fact that you're no longer wearing a bra, and you see him stare you down for a moment before scowling.
"Yeah. *Had* a lovely family." He takes a big swig of his drink. "We'll see if I still do when that bitch of a wife is finished with me..." You pretend to act shocked at the statement.
"What...what do you mean?"
"She's divorcing me." He finishes his drink, and moves to the bar to refill it, moving quickly. He's less careful with his measurements this time, and you walk to the other side of the desk, picking up the drink he made for you as he fills up his glass again. "That...whore just wanted my money. I thougt she'd put out again once the kids moved out, but she didn't and now she's taking everything and leaving. Typical woman. Put out until you get what you want, and then leave a guy hanging."
You're scared by the change in his manner, but it's what you wanted. "I'm...sure she had her reasons."
In response, Gerald scowls again, and takes another generous swig of his drink. "You haven't had anything yet. It's rude not to accept your drink...take a couple of sips and we can continue this 'interview'." His eyes bore into you, although they're aimed at your barely covered breasts, and the tank top straps that heave with every breath you take.
"If you say so, Mr. Warritch...."
While you have no compunction about drinking booze, you don't want him taking you drunk. You want him to have some vestige of control left to be able to act out his impulses and not just blindly use you like he would any woman. So, before he finishes his drink, you start to tip yours back, and the glass 'slips' out of your hand before a drop reaches your mouth. Your intention was to just get it on your chest and shirt, but it works even better then you'd hoped.
The glass turns sideways, and heads downwards, managing to splash some on your chest and shirt, but its contents rain on the corner of his desk, the desk leg, and the floor, the glass crashing harmlessly against the hardwood. You cry out in surprise, and you hear a growl come from the older man.
"You idiot! You'll ruin my files!!" Indeed, the amount you've splashed on the desk is heading towards some papers on the desk, and your quick assessment of the situation leave you with 3 optons to stop the liquid from damaging the files.
Either take some kleenexs from the desk and use them, although you'll have to be quick and grab a lot, since they're not very absorbent. The second option is to dive on it yourself, and use your shirt to soak it up, which would have the added bonus of making more of your shirt transparent, albeit with a dark tinge to it.
The third, and darkest option...to do nothing, and see what he does to you because of your mistake. Time's a wasting, so you... |