Taking One For The Team Chapter Eight: Another Day At The Office

Kevin is called into Samantha’s office to accept his new promotion. What else does she have for him?

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“You wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped into Samantha’s office.

“Yes,” Samantha said as she looked at the man sitting in the chair across from her. “That will be all, Martin.”

The man reluctantly got up and looked at me, shaking his head. “I hope you have better luck,” he whispered as he walked past me.

The door closed behind him. “What was that about?” I asked as I took a seat.

“The usual, asking for something that I won’t give. No doubt, he will make me out to the bad boss,” Samantha smiled as she sat back.

I shook my head. “The two of you like coming off that way.”

“Lauren more than I.”

I simply shook my head.

“Here is the reason I called you over,” Samantha said as she pushed the envelope over to me. “They need to be signed by the end of the day.”

I opened the envelope to see my promotion papers. I read through them and then stopped at my new salary. “Is this…” I started to say as I looked up at Samantha, who had a massive grin on her face.

“Don’t look at me, corporate makes the call on salary, not me,” Samantha said as she shook her head.

“Wow,” I said, looking at the paper. “That is much more than I was expecting.”

“Good,” Samantha replied.

I instantly signed the papers and then pushed the envelope back over.

“I will get them sent back, and then it will be official,” Samantha smiled.

I couldn’t be happier; everything was falling into place for me.

“So, it’s the right salary, and you got the assistant you wanted, but I can still see something is bothering you,” Samantha leaned forward over her desk.

I stared down at her cleavage. “Can you,” I said, looking down at her chest.

“You know very well, I can’t hide these unless I wear a turtleneck,” Samantha said with a mischievous grin.

“Okay,” I said as I tried to look at her face. “Why?”

“Ah,” Samantha said. “Why not? As I said before, we are all grown-ups.”

“I remember,” I interrupted.

“Why you and why just sex?” Samantha asked.

“Yeah, surely the two of you can get what you want from someone else,” I stared at her.

“Overthinking all of this, aren’t you?” Samantha shrugged. “Lauren and I have had the same taste in men before, granted we never acted on it before you came along. As for the just for sex, we don’t think you’re a piece of meat if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s hard to find someone that appreciates good friends with benefits relationship or, in our case, co-workers with benefits.”

I had to smile at the way she had turned that around.

“I don’t know for sure about Lauren, but I can make a good guess, she has always liked sex, when we first started, she liked bringing her husband or her boyfriend to work and well, you know,” Samantha said.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded back at her.

“Her recent break up has her feeling a bit down, and you have brought her back up, making her feel sexy again, and now you are reaping the benefits,” Samantha shrugged.

“And you?” I asked.

“Truthfully?” Samantha asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Cum slut, I think the new term for my particular fetish is called,” Samantha said plainly. “I love the feel of it, the taste, the texture.”

“Seriously?” I smiled.

“Absolutely,” Samantha said. “Not many have heard me admit to it, but I love it, and you, well, you cum hard and a lot. I think about it constantly.”

I could see she was getting aroused just talking about it.

“I used to think it was a bad thing,” I told her. “Especially when I was younger.”

“Oh no,” Samantha said, shaking her head. “I absolutely love it.”

“Good,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“That answers your questions?” Samantha smiled.

“Yes,” I replied.