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  His Secret Desire

  Part Two

  by

  Alana Davis

  Copyright © 2013

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  Copyright © 2013

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Warning: This work contains scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter One

  I stared at the lingerie that I held in my hands carefully. It was beautiful. A piece of lingerie that demanded attention by its sheer elegance. All I could do was stare at it. Dumbfounded, I was trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

  The reporters would gasp when they saw me walk out. Flashes of cameras going off like explosions of light would blind me. Would it be silent, or would questions be fired off in rapid succession as to the nature of the whole fiasco? All eyes would crawl over my exposed skin. Through the shock being center stage, maybe I’d be aroused. Mr. Strauss’s personal assistant, scantily clad for the world to see and admire. Or shun.

  No, there was no way that he would have me wear only lingerie to a press conference. Right? Mr. Strauss’s judgment could not be that bad for him to be as successful as he was, even with the nepotism that had lead to his station in life. I looked up slowly from the lingerie to see Mr. Strauss watching me, gauging my reaction. I studied his face for a brief moment and tried to read his reaction, only to find that I had no idea what he was thinking. His face was calm, with the same shadow of a smile that every official photo of him showed.

  I had committed to accept all of his demands. Alright Mr. Strauss, I thought, if this is what you want. My face warm from blushing at the thoughts of standing practically naked in front of dozens of reporters and millions of viewers at home, I smiled and stood up.

  “May I undress?” I asked.

  His face remained unchanged as he nodded and held out his arm approvingly.

  I pulled my shirt off slowly, moving my hips rhythmically as I pulled the shirt over my head. My eyes burning into his, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to the ground and stepped out of them. I turned around and bent down to remove my socks. Mr. Strauss’s eyes drank in the sight of my ass; I could feel them caressing my skin. With both hands I rubbed the cheeks of my ass softly before I looped my fingers around my panties and pulled them down agonizingly slow, conscientious that every minute mattered as the hour of the press conference grew near. With my panties on the ground, I slid my hands back up my legs and spread my ass ever so slightly for Mr. Strauss’s eager eyes. If he had slid into me at that moment, I would not have been able to suppress a loud moan.

  I unbuttoned my bra and it fell the floor. My back to Mr. Strauss, I picked up the lingerie and put it on.

  When I turned around, he was smiling visibly. My eyes dared to glance down to catch a fleeting vision of the outline of his erect cock in his pants. My pussy was so wet I worried that I would soak through the lingerie, visibly so.

  “Excellent,” Mr. Strauss said. “You’re following orders well.” He walked around her, his fingers tracing the lines of the lingerie. I breathed heavily, closing my eyes.

  “Here.” I opened my eyes. Mr. Strauss was standing before me again, holding out another gift box. I took it from him, looking into his eyes curiously. When I opened the box, I couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh of relief.

  Inside was a dress suit. I held up the jacket against my chest and it formed around me perfectly. It had been finely tailored, and it looked sharply professional. The fabric was of the highest quality, and as I studied it I couldn’t help but wonder how Mr. Strauss had known my exact measurements. I even felt flattered that he had made sure to have it tailored to me.

  “You didn’t think I was going to make you wear nothing but lingerie to such an important press conference, did you?” asked Mr. Strauss. His eyebrows were raised and a devilish grin was on his face.

  “Honestly, I thought you just might have wanted that,” I said. “But I’m relieved to know you’re not out of your mind!”

  Mr. Strauss let out a small laugh, the first time I had heard him actually laugh.

  “Put it on, we’ve got to be going,” Mr. Strauss said. His smile hadn’t faded. Nor had his erection. “No need to be slow, time is short.”

  I put on the suit. It was so finely tailored that it was though the suit was an appendage of mine that I didn’t know had been missing. Never before had I ever worn something that felt this good. Mr. Strauss pointed me to another part of his office where the walls were mirrors so I could assess myself. The suit looked even better than it felt. My features popped out without appealing to crass sexuality. I looked good, really good, but in no way like a tramp. I turned around a few times in the mirror and found myself blinking over and over as if trying to wake from a dream. In the mirror, I could see Mr. Strauss watching me, a satisfied look on his face.

  The feeling of elation was short-lived, however. The words, such an important press conference, were ringing in my ears. It dawned on me that I had no idea what the press conference was even about. And what was I even expected to do at this press conference? Anxiety grew in my chest. This was the first real test that I would have to pass. In the mirror, a vision of a woman whose clothes exuded professionalism and confidence filled my eyes. I only hoped that I could make that vision a reality. Holding on to that image in my head, I turned away from the mirror and faced Mr. Strauss, standing tall.

  “Alright,” I said. “I’m ready.”

  Alexander Strauss held his arm out towards the elevator doors as they opened, gesturing me in. He walked in and punched a few numbers into the keypad the security guard had used. We descended in silence, passing every floor without stopping. Mr. Strauss must have a code to bypass all the floors, hence why none of us had ever seen him in the building, despite the heavy traffic the elevator received. When the doors opened, a huge underground garage came into my vision. A limousine awaited with the back door open, the driver standing by awaiting our arrival. There were no other cars around.

  We sat down in the back of the limousine. The windows were all blacked out. The window barricading us from the driver was rolled up. Mr. Strauss sat with one leg crossed, looking completely at ease. Panic was beating in my chest, forcing me to lick my lips with a dry tongue.

  “What am I going to be expected to do at this conference?” I asked.

  “The other attendees of the conference will not expect much, if anything, of you,” Mr. Strauss said.

  He drank from a glass of water that had two ice cubes in it. It had been waiting in the cup holder for him when we sat down.

  “What will you be expecting of me?”

  “I expect you to trust me,” He said simply.

  I breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure was taken off of me, and I could now relax a little. I still felt the anxiety at being at a press conference after believing that I would not even have a job by the day’s end, but I at least could rest in the knowledge that Alexander Strauss was in control. I liked him being in control.
r />   “What is the conference going to be about?” I asked, my voice having regained a smooth composure.

  He smiled. “Just follow my lead. Remember,” he said, looking at me now. “Trust me. That is all you need to know for now.”

  “Yes, Mr. Strauss,” I said.

  We rode in silence for the rest of the way. I felt more nervous than I had before I had asked him the questions. I scolded myself for asking him that final question. If I hadn’t asked, I would have been left with the feeling of being let off the hook. Now, I felt that something major was about to happen. There were events brewing that I had no knowledge of, yet I was to be a part of.

  Chapter Two

  The limo stopped. We had arrived. The driver opened the door and the brights sunny day blinded me momentarily. I followed Mr. Strauss blindly through a building until we reached a large conference room with a stage. My vision cleared, I could see a lot of reporters, many more than I had anticipated.

  My heart began pumping rapidly in my chest, but everything seemed far away. I was watching myself walk through the room to the stage, eyes turned towards Alexander Strauss as he took the stage. I wondered how many of those eyes burned into me.

  Alexander stood before a podium and addressed the audience. His confidence dominated the room and silence washed over the reporters. I could feel his energy pulsating through me. Memories of him inside me, of his eyes drinking me up as I undressed before him, sliding lingerie back over my naked skin, flashed inside my mind with every explosion of light from the cameras. I came in and out of the speech, alarmed now that I had practically missed his entire introduction. I had to pay attention, this could be important. What if he called on me and I answered like a dumb schoolgirl who had been writing notes in class?

  “As you may or may not know, many new and exciting changes are on the horizon for Strauss Engines,” Mr. Strauss started. He paused after these words, letting the tension in the room rise with every breath the reporters took. He’s completely in control. I thought.

  The image of Alexander Strauss holding my arms behind my back flashed through my mind. I could feel the cold desk pressed against my face. His cock sliding in me, slowly, powerfully. I was immediately aware of the lace lingerie hugging my breasts and wrapped around my ass. A crazy fantasy of Alexander Strauss stepping back from the podium and grabbing me enveloped the scene. He would tear off my wonderfully tailored dress and I would stand almost naked before the cameras. Then he would push me down and I would let his hard dick slide down my throat slowly. The cameras would flash wildly and the reporters would howl us on. I would lay down on the ground and he would push into my dripping wet pussy and ride into me. All eyes would be on us, his rippling muscles with every stroke.

  Alexander Strauss would stand up, his cock glistening in the lights of the cameras, and I would stroke out every drop of his come into my mouth. I would drink his sweetness and let the warmth of the moment wash over me. My pussy would be so wet that it would be dripping off of him. We’d be covered in sweat and looking perfect under the bright fluorescent lights. With every drop of my boss swallowed, he would raise me up and hold me out to the reporters who would scream and cheer in approval and envy. Everyone would want me. Everyone would want to be Alexander Strauss.

  God, the thoughts were so hot. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him as I rubbed myself feverishly.

  “Strauss Engines will be partnering with the MIT Aqua team, an undergraduate team dedicated to creating a cheap water filter for villages in India,” he said. A slight smile crossed his face. I snapped out of my fantasy when I saw the reaction in the room.

  Reporters were on the edge of their seats. I watched their faces as Mr. Strauss’s words reached their ears. Disbelief seemed to wash over the entire crowd of reporters. Cameramen were aiming their cameras and firing off shots and rolling video in a frenzy. Questions started from the back of the room like a wave of noise and soon reporters were thrusting microphones into the air and begging for their questions to be answered.

  “An undergraduate team?!” A reporter yelled.

  Cameras exploded everywhere. They blinded me and I struggled against raising a hand to shield my eyes. Questions were coming from everywhere now.

  “Who is on this team Mr. Strauss?”

  “Exactly how much of the shareholder’s money will be funding this new enterprise?”

  “When will the program go into effect?”

  “Why water filtration systems?”

  Alexander Strauss raised a hand to silence them all. My eyes were darting from mouth to mouth as questions fell to silence. I was still trying to grasp exactly what was going on when he began speaking again. My hands were crossed, hanging against the front of me. I tried to maintain the best poker face I could, letting nothing give me away that I knew nothing of the company’s plans. Hell, I knew nothing except typing up memos that came down to me in the temp agency. How had I come to stand in front of a press conference with the CEO of a billion dollar company? Furthermore, a CEO who I had fucked not only a day before! I felt dizzy and tried to suppress a smile that dared to cross my face.

  “It’s a bold new direction for the company that I run, that my father built. The MIT Aqua team will serve as the cornerstone of the company’s new direction. Ladies and gentlemen, there are great things to come,” Mr. Strauss said, raising his hands in a clear sign that he was finished. “Thank you.”

  More question than before exploded into a dull roar from the crowd. Reporters were standing up and shouting over each other. I struggled to make any sense out of the words coming from the white noise of the reporters’ demands for answers. Alexander, however, seemed not to notice. Cameras were going off like machine gun fire as he quietly walked off the stage. He answered no questions, not even giving the indication that he was aware questions were being screamed at him. He was the picture of calm.

  I followed him backstage, still dazed from the crowd of reporters and cameras. How many people would see the press conference that I had been a small part of? How had I looked? I didn’t know any of the answers to my own questions. I had fought to look my best up there. I was still stunned, silent and totally without a thought as to how to proceed. I prayed that I didn’t look as confused in front of the cameras as I felt. Well, I thought, at least my outfit looked great.

  “What in the fuck was that?” A voice sneered. I jumped visibly at the sound of that voice. It was the voice of a man filled with rage. I looked around to see the man whose voice had startled me so.

  An older man walked up to Alex, peering into him with a look of twisted anger on his face. His hair was without a single strand of color, grey and slicked back against his head like a mobster’s. A sharp nose hung below eyes that looked black. His brow was furrowed with scars of wrinkles cutting across his forehead, pushing his eyebrows down to cast shadows over his eyes. Thin lips parted to show perfectly white, sharp teeth. His hand was raised towards Alexander Strauss with his long index finger pointed at him. Everything about this man was long and gaunt. Yet despite his skinny frame, came off as physically intimidating somehow.

  The man stood before Alex, face to face.

  “Alex,” he said. “You do know that we need a united front, don’t you?”

  I balked at his tone. This man must someone extremely important to be able to talk to Alexander Strauss with such condescension.

  “Especially,” he hissed, pausing to give Mr. Strauss an even harsher look, “with all the sharks in the water.”

  “William, this is the company’s direction now. It’s better that they hear it from me in order that it reassure their faith in our course of action,” Mr. Strauss said, unfazed.

  “Our competitors will be able to see a weakness Alex! Not only that, but everyone will see that the company lacks a clear focus and direction. Your father’s company will be on its way to destruction at the hands of these fucking sharks. Are you trying to destroy it?”

  Alexander Strauss only smiled. He motioned towar
ds me and my eyes grew large. Was I supposed to do something important now? Come to his rescue? Was I supposed to back him up? What the hell did I know about any of this?

  “William, I’d like you to meet my new assistant, Samantha Dubois,” Alexander Strauss said. His arm slid behind me cordially as he brought me forward. I smiled politely and bent over in a slight bow.

  “Samantha, this is William Henderson.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Henderson,” I said, hoping my nervousness didn’t come off as strongly in my voice as I feared it had.

  William Henderson’s eyes flashed over me in an instant, hardly longer than a blink. Yet in that brief moment I could see them wash over me entirely. Judging me, they analyzed me by the way I dressed, the way I stood, my physical appearance, the cut of my hair, everything. In a single second he had already made his assessment. From his lack of interest, I could see it wasn’t good. He nodded a single quick nod at me and turned back to Alex.

  Having been introduced, I studied William Henderson. The anger that he had first introduced himself with into my life was slightly dissipated. His features seemed less harsh than before. This man was obviously someone very important; the company was his first and foremost concern. While his words were biting with anger and sarcasm, I could sense to malice in them towards Mr. Strauss. He was not intimidated by Alexander Strauss in the slightest. I felt a certain respect for the man, although I couldn’t quite explain why.