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I was listening to Frank Zappa's Shut Up and Play Yer Guitar the other day (great guitar work if you've never heard it) and saw the title "Sexual Harassment in the Workplace" pop up in the player as I continued writing in another window. It planted a seed in my mind. Why, I don't know. It's an instrumental. I guess the title struck a chord (pun intended). I'm not a lawyer (as far as you know), so any bits about workplace policies are figments of my imagination. It's fiction, after all, okay ? I hope you enjoy. As always, if you have feedback, please send it. I have a couple of older stories that you might enjoy if you like this one. They're at asstr.org -> http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Pagefault/
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The old man cashed out after a lot of years running this place. Over the years, he sold me ownership in the company until he was ready to get out and experience the life of a retiree. I figured that I'd put in my time and I was ready to run his, no my, advertising company. After all, I modernized it from strictly doing print and radio to computer based television, high end graphic work, and some Internet advertising and web site design. I had a great bunch of people and a solid foundation to work with.
It all seemed like it was under control. The only problem was my shifting role of General Manager to owner. It felt more than a little odd. Before, even though I was overseeing pretty much everything and had the ability to hire and fire, I was still one of the guys. Now that I was "the man", something changed. I guess it's the "Life's Been Good" quote that sums it up for me, "Everybody's so different, I haven't changed." That's really how I felt. I was pretty much odd man out now. I guess it really is lonely at the top.
My personal life hadn't been too exciting, either. I was so involved in my work that I didn't really have anyone special to come home to. Consequently, I seemed to spend more time at work. It was a vicious cycle and one that ultimately led me to almost get an ulcer. Not from working so much but from worrying about what might happen to me.
Back when I was the general manager, I took a risk and hired a sales associate right out of college. Her resume didn't have any sales experience in advertising, but she had some experience in retail sales from part time jobs that helped put her through school. She interviewed very well and was definitely aggressive in terms of convincing me and my sales manager that she was the right person for the job. It also didn't hurt that she was young, blonde, perky, and built nicely. It's an unfortunate thing that in sales, looks don't necessarily mean bigger or more sales, but it really does help. In the end, she won out over a dozen or so other applicants. My sales manager very much wanted Janey to come work in her department.
Penny, my sales manager, and I took Janey out to lunch to welcome her aboard. We talked about her schedule, her training, our expectations, and finally her expectations. It was a good session getting to know each other.
She started the next week and blew us away with her enthusiasm. She really took to her job. At first, some of the old timers were irritated, suspecting I only hired her on as eye candy. Over the next few weeks and months, they saw what my sales manager and I had seen: a go getter that was great to work with and wasn't afraid to roll up her sleeves, jump in, and get the job done. She always met her sales goals and even worked hard to help everyone else when help was needed. Janey really was the consummate team player.
I met Janey's husband after she'd been there awhile. Nice kid. He reminded me of me when I was 22 or 23. I couldn't put a finger on which one of those two wore the pants in that family. They were a strange couple, but they seemed well matched. That was pleasing because a good home life makes for happier employees at work. I suppose that's an odd attitude, but it's really true.

Business was better than ever. Despite the down economy and the fact that many people cut back on advertising, we were doing very well. I guess when you've proven that you can give someone a return on investment, they'll continue to work with you. I was still working way too many hours, but I was much calmer.
I happened to be working late one night when I noticed Janey out in the sales area. The lights were out and her computer was on. She was busily typing away. From my vantage point in my office (on a balcony overlooking the entire clerical and sales office areas), I could see that see was very involved in her work. She printed off her document and picked it up off the printer. Being the conscientious person she was, she refilled the paper tray since it was out. When she bent over, her skirt pulled tight against her ass. I had done well to not ogle her before this, but I could not resist checking her out when she was bent over like that. She had taut, slightly muscular legs peeking out beneath her skirt. Her tight skirt accentuated her form, showing off her broad hips and well formed butt. Her waist appeared to be very narrow because her hips were a bit large, but the overall shape was very excellent.
She went back to her desk and packed her stuff up for the night. Luckily, I don't think she noticed I was there. Tom, her husband, came by and picked her up and they took off. I couldn't stay focused anymore because I kept thinking about her legs and her ass. I really needed to find someone. My libido was starting to get out of hand. A little perusing porn and jacking off solved the immediate problem. I needed to start getting out of the office if I ever hoped to find someone.

More time passed and I didn't ever seem to break out of my bad habits of working way too much. The company was doing great. Janey was our top salesperson. Morale overall was very high. The notable exception was Janey, though. Her sales were up, but something was obviously wrong. I certainly wasn't going to pry. Penny, however, asked. Apparently there were some troubles at home, but Janey wasn't going into details. As long as she was still doing okay in her job, I didn't want to interfere. It wasn't that I didn't care about her well-being. I just didn't want to be in the middle of a domestic dispute.
A few weeks later, as usual, I was in my office working on the end of month paperwork. The office was empty. I went downstairs to pick up the last set of reports as they came off the laser printer. While I waited for the last few sets to come in, the lock clicked as someone let themselves in with their pass card. I peeked around the corner and saw that it was Janey. She was obviously upset. She came into the sales area. I yelled out "Hello?" from the nook where the printer was. She came into the room and said hi.
I asked her what was she doing at work so late. Apparently it was the wrong question because she just started crying. Before I knew what I was doing, I was holding her and letting her cry on my shoulder. I'm glad that her crying was keeping my sex drive in check because the proximity of that young, warm, tight body against me was almost too much to handle. It could have been very awkward.
"I came home early tonight from a sales call to surprise Tom. I made my biggest sale ever today and the commission from it would mean that we'd finally be able to buy the house we wanted. When I got there, I found him in bed with some 18 year old that he works with."
She sobbed a bit before continuing. I just kept quiet.
"I was shocked and stormed out of the house, unsure what I should do. I heard him start to finish...finish having sex with that girl. He didn't even come after me. He, he, he just wanted to get off with that whore."
"I drove around for awhile before he finally found me. He said that he wasn't really happy and hadn't been for awhile. He was bored with me because I wasn't...I think the term he used was 'adventurous'. I guess that means that I didn't want to have sex with other women and stuff like he wanted."
Oh man, this was bad. I still just kept my mouth shut and held her while her crying finally died out.
"I suppose we'll talk about it, but I imagine I'm going to end up getting divorced. We've only been married for 2 years. I'm too young to be a divorcee."
I finally decided to pipe up. "Janey, whatever you decide to do, think long and hard. Just as getting married is a big decision, so is getting divorced. I certainly understand that you're upset. I guess what I'm saying is that don't do anything in anger that you might regret later. You very well may end up apart, but make the decision after your emotions are back in check. That way you'll have a better idea what you need to do to take care of your needs."
She sniffled a bit and pulled away from me. I was actually a little thankful for that. She tilted her head to one side and looked at me.
She said, "I want to get even with him." With those words, she stepped back into my arms and pulled herself against me. Despite every cell in my body screaming out not to, I got hard.
She leaned in to kiss me and this time it was my turn to pull away. I told her that I couldn't because it would be wrong. Not only because she was married, though unhappily so now, but because I was her employer. "There are lots of rules about this sort of thing," I told her.
She pushed back against me, backing me up against the printer and said "Part of you really wants to help me out."
"Janey, that part of me is certainly interested. It often doesn't care about making the right decision, though. Dear, any man would probably be glad to help you take your revenge here and now. I'm certain it would be fun for both of us. Again, though, anything you do in anger is something you'll probably regret later. You need to calm down, talk about this with a therapist or priest or, god forbid, a lawyer, and work out what you want to do when cooler heads can prevail. In the meantime, I'll listen if you need me to or be a shoulder to cry on. I think that's all I can offer. I'm flattered by your, um, proposal. Who wouldn't be when a beautiful young woman comes on to you ? I just think we should sit down and have some coffee and unwind."
She smiled and hugged me and said that I was probably right. She thanked me for not taking advantage of the situation she offered. "It seemed right at the moment, but you're right." We brewed some coffee and sat on the sectional in the lounge and talked for hours about her, school, her dreams, and ultimately her marriage.

Time passed. I didn't experience any more nights with major breakdowns or offers for sex from Janey. I considered both a step in the right direction. Her outlook continued to improve, though I really didn't get details on it. Penny did let me know that Janey and Tom were separated, though, what would happen was still up in the air.
Janey seemed back to her perky self in no time flat. Not only that, she got into her job with a new level of enthusiasm. Her sales went way up and her self-esteem with it, it would appear. Her wardrobe also changed a bit with her new found aggressiveness. She now wore clothes that were appropriate, but that definitely accentuated her curviness and showed a little more skin than before. Sadly enough, that probably was helping her sales. But I guess if you've got it, use it to your advantage. You might as well, I suppose. Not being one of the world's "pretty people", I wasn't really sure.
It got hard to not notice her around the office. Especially when she seemed to be everywhere at once. She didn't rest at all. The biggest traffic jams were always at the printer and copier area since it was a small room. It never seemed to fail that she had to slide past me in the room every time we were down there. It was a herculean effort to not embarrass myself when I felt her ass slide over the front of my pants and the whiff of her perfume tickled my senses. Somehow, I maintained my composure and didn't show any reaction.

A few weeks later, as I was doing my one on one meetings with each member of the sales staff, we chatted a bit more. I asked how she was doing and she said that all things considered, she was better than ever. We did the business side of things, discussing sales and potential sales, any obstacles, and upcoming promos. At the end of our talk, I got up to walk her out of my office. She turned to me and surprised me by hugging me.
"I wanted to thank you for your understanding awhile back. You were a great listener and let me get a lot of things out that I needed to. And, um, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn't really myself that night."
"Quite alright, Jane. I'll admit that it was awkward, but I care about the welfare of everyone that works here. It's like my family, only less arguing and more focus on the bottom line."
She grinned. "Thanks. I really enjoy working here. Penny is a great boss and you make it fun and interesting."
Ah, youthful enthusiasm. I miss that sometimes. She collected her folders of sales info and moved out the door. I couldn't help but watch her go. She had on a rather spectacular sun dress that showed a fair bit of of back, hinting that she had no bra on. I knew she did, though. I looked when she was getting her folders. Yeah, I know. How juvenile can you get ? She was formed quite nicely, though. And her skin seemed so tan and golden. She almost glowed, it seemed.

Time passed and all seemed well. Janey was still burning up sales records. The office was flowing well. I was feeling great about things. And every day it seemed, Janey's tight body was pressed briefly against mine in the printer room.
It didn't seem to matter when I was there. She always seemed to be there, too.
Paradise, though, was soon to hit a small snag or two. Penny had been my sales manager for several years. She was now in her mid to late thirties and apparently feeling that biological clock. She came to me and told me that she was pregnant, very excited about it, and wanted me to be the first person in the office to know.
I was thrilled for her. I knew that's what she wanted. She'd been with me as the sales manager before I owned the place. She was just an absolute joy to work with. I wished her all the best with it, told her that I would be the most supportive boss ever, and that we could work out whatever arrangements she needed.
She said that until her pregnancy got really far along that she would stay in her sales manager role. We both agreed that she should train someone else to cover while she was out. She insisted that Janey was the best person for the job. I trusted her opinion. I was concerned, though, that some of the more senior people would be upset. She shook off those concerns telling me that for starters, most of the sales staff weren't even interested in management and that there wasn't a person in the place that didn't like Janey. She was probably right. She had a much better grip on the pulse of the workers because I was across the Grand Canyon sized "owner" chasm and people were less likely to hold bull sessions with me around.
Penny also noted that after her baby was born, she'd like to come back, but as part time sales staff so she could take care of her child. That hurt, but I'd rather have her there some than not at all.
"Of course that would be fine," I said. "That means, though, that your vacancy at sales manager is permanent. Do we need to interview instead of having a temporary manager ?"
"Dan, you know how I think. Janey should be the permanent sales manager if she wants it. She's demonstrated her ability to pick up skills quickly. She's definitely a great negotiator and has the best work ethic I've seen in someone right out of college. I'll stand by her taking the job if she wants it."
"Well, Penny, that's good enough for me. Let's call her in and talk about it."
We did. Janey was so excited that she jumped right up off of the sofa in my office and screamed, "Yes ! I'll take it." She got her composure back somewhat and told us that she'd do her best and that she'd make sure we never regretted the decision.
I had to smile at such a display of energy and vitality. She was enthusiastic to say the least.
And over the next couple of months, she really took to the new role. I had no complaints about anything. Penny reported that Janey really took to it and was a natural. She was still selling, though, not out quite as much, but running the entire sales staff, too. Talented kid, it seemed.
More time passed and Penny left for maternity leave. Janey assumed the role fully. It wasn't much of a change because Penny had been leaving more and more of the role to her so she would get used to it. There was no real bump from Penny's absence, though we all missed her. She had a quiet sort of energy that kept everyone motivated. Janey had the same motivating quality but in a bubblier package.
Janey really put in the time and didn't leave until the job was done. Sometimes she took the work home with her and sometimes I saw her burning the midnight oil like I did. She still seemed happy, though.
I told her that while I certainly appreciated her efforts, she didn't have to kill herself to impress me with her work ethic. I was already impressed with how she handled sales and the sales staff. I told her to go on home and be with her family. She looked at me a bit funny and then said okay and once again squeezed past me. This time she was facing me. I felt her breasts, small, firm, and warm lightly brush against me. I fought to keep from getting hard. Baseball statistics and images of icebergs only go so far.

And so it continued for awhile. There was a very thin layer of sexual tension in the air between Janey and me. I tried to stay as distanced from it as possible because of the obvious conflicts there. It was often difficult to not fantasize when she came in on her days off to pick up papers or mail wearing jeans and low cut shirts that emphasized her small breasts and tiny waist and taut thighs and ass. I'm not certain that she did that on purpose, but it happened often enough to wonder.
She came in one day with her hair pulled up, showing the graceful curve of her neck. Along with a skirt that would get ride up as she got up or sat down and flash tantalizing glimpses of naked thighs and her panties, concentrating was difficult. My thoughts would wander to things like "Does she shave her pubes down to very little ? I wonder if it's as blonde as her eyebrows and hair on her head ? Are her nipples small and pink ?" All sorts of things that were completely distracting when you're trying to get work done.
I kept things as professional as possible. Her bubbly personality made it hard to keep any sort of formality. Frankly, I wasn't really a formal kind of guy, anyway. Still, though, the specter of having my business's reputation as well as my personal reputation sullied just for an orgasm kept me in check.

One night when I was there working, I got tired and went down to the lounge. It wasn't uncommon that I would nap there after a long day. The staff knew to leave me be if I was there. Plus, the snoring usually kept all but the stoutest hearts away.
I was having a fabulous dream about getting a blowjob from a particularly skilled ex-girlfriend. I could feel myself getting closer and closer and closer. I moaned and then came hard, firing shot after shot of come into her mouth. She looked at me as she swallowed it down as she fondled my balls.
I hadn't had a wet dream since early teenage-hood, but as I opened my eyes, I expected to have a load in my boxers to cope with. I was very surprised to see Janey's mouth around my cock and her looking up at me. As my sleep addled brain engaged, I realized with a shock that I had just been sucked off by my very hot, young employee.
I couldn't react. I was in shock. I was also experiencing some most un-employerlike thoughts about pulling her to me and making love to her. I had to compose myself.
"Janey ! What do you think you're doing ? We, I, we can't do this."
"Dan, I've thought about this for a long time. I think we can and we should."
I couldn't talk with her kneeling in between my legs and my penis hanging out. It was more than a little distracting. Especially seeing those full lips and her pretty face and blonde hair right there. The fact that she just had me in her mouth...focus ! I must focus on why this is wrong. I tucked myself back into my boxers and zipped up. I pulled her onto the sectional beside me
"Janey, the implications are not good. I own the business you work for. I'm your direct supervisor. The conflicts there, well, for starters there's the legal side. It's generally frowned upon to say the very least. Plus, if we did this and you ever regretted it or worse, it would be awkward at best and downright unpleasant beyond that. I'm looking at it from the perspective of keeping myself and business out of trouble as well as keeping an employee that might leave if things were awkward. I value you way too much to lose you over a night of passion."
"Okay, Dan, we'll just have to have many nights of passion so it'll be worth it."
"Don't be flip. This is serious."
"Yes, it is. Let me speak my piece and then we can decide what to do."
I nodded. I tried not to notice that the top three buttons of her shirt were undone, giving a lovely view of the nicely tanned tops of her breasts.
"Dan, I think I fell in love with you the night I caught Tom cheating on me. The way you were strong enough to stop me from being foolish even though I knew you wanted to make love to me showed me both your strength and depth of how much you really care."
I started to protest, but she shushed me. She went on to talk at length about how things with Tom fell apart and that she'd been divorced for almost 8 months. I had no idea. I guess I'd just avoided getting too involved.
"In that time, I've really gotten to know you. I've also tried my damnedest to see if you'd take advantage of either my vulnerability or your position of power. I didn't expect that you would on either account. Since then, I've seen how you care for the people that work here and truly give a damn about how we're all doing. You also want to succeed and aren't afraid to work for what you want. I'm not either. Tom gave up on us. I swore that the next person I got serious with would have to be a fighter, a person who doesn't give up. That's you."
Wow. That was heavy. And completely unexpected to me. I didn't know what to say. I didn't feel like I would possibly live up to what she expected. I certainly didn't feel as noble as she had made me to be. I tried to explain that to her, but she was having none of it.
"I want you, Dan. Nothing at work is going to change. The only thing that might be different is that you just might find a companion, a lover, and a partner. I just might find the same. We'll just have to wait and see."
With that, she got up and then settled into my lap. She put her arms around me and drew me in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as I felt her lips brush mine. I ran my fingers up her neck as my tongue lightly brushed against hers. Between her kiss, the warmth of her body, and that thrilling touch of soft skin with taut muscles underneath had me rock hard. There was no hiding it now and frankly I didn't care.
I opened my eyes to find her looking at me. She ground her hips down a bit pushing my hard-on into her. Still looking at me, she pulled back and undid the rest of the buttons of her shirt. It hung open invitingly, showing smooth tan skin from belly up broken only by her bra peeking out.
We kissed a bit more as I slide my fingers up her back. My explorations up and down her back let me know that her bra clasp was on the front. I slowly eased a hand around and up between us. I traced a breast with my fingers as I inched toward my goal of the hook. When I got there, I pinched the hooks together with my fingers and felt the clasp come apart. I moved my hand away from the center and back to caressing the lovely small tit I'd been feeling before. She started breathing a little harder as I gently ran my hands over her.
I untangled myself from her embrace and looked at her. I moved my hands to the snap on her pants. She nodded. I leaned back in and kissed her as I unfastened her pants. She lifted her ass up off of the cushion so I could take her pants off of her. I did my job a little too well, though, and ended up taking her panties, too.
I worked my way down her neck and started kissing and licking her collarbone and down to her breasts. The lack of tan lines really looked amazing. I started working toward her small, pink nipples. I licked and sucked on her nipples, working downwards over the swell of her small breasts and over her firm belly, pausing at her belly button. My tongue traced her belly button and then a thin trail down to her thighs, alternating from thigh to thigh, brushing her clit with my nose as I did so. Then I lightly licked her clit and both felt and heard her suck in her breath. She moaned again as I continued licking her clit and slit, sucking on her nub from time to time.
I eased a finger into her as I licked her. She was panting a bit and running her fingers through my hair, pulling me in to her. I kept up my steady tonguing and slipped a second finger into her. She bucked against my hand and tongue and cried out. I sucked her clit hard and she arched her hips off the seat and I felt her pussy spasm around my finger. She stroked my hair and guided me up her body to kiss her.
"Wow. I haven't come like that in a long time. Let me return the favor."
She pushed me back against the sectional and tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She treated me as I did her, licking my nipples and working her way down my torso. She unzipped and unfastened my jeans and slid them off. Then she pulled my cock out of my boxers and licked the head while she looked me in the eye. It was such a hot sight. This young, innocent looking woman with the thick blonde hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and full lips licking my dick was an inspiring sight to say the least.
She continued to lick and suck me. I wasn't close to coming yet, but I could feel things picking up. I stroked her cheek so she'd look up at me. I took the hand she had wrapped around my prick and used it to pull her up to me. She straddled me and used one hand to guide my rod into her.
The feeling as she slid downward was exquisite. She was unbelievably hot inside and very, very wet. I pulled her face to mine and we kissed as she slowly moved up and down. I ran my hands over that fantastic ass and pulled her against me, penetrating as deeply as possible.
Up and down she went, moving slowly. Over time, the intensity increased, our breathing got faster, and the kissing more frantic. She leaned forward, her nipples rubbing against me each time she moved. I whispered, "I'm coming, I'm coming !" in her ear. She whimpered in response. As I got closer, I felt her tighten up, too. It felt like her pussy was spasming around me, milking me into her. I grabbed her tight ass and shot deep inside her.
The after shocks of our coupling were intense. She leaned against me, murmuring, "I knew it would be like that" in my ear. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
"Like what ?"
"Amazing. Pleasurable. Comfortable. Right. I feel very sated and mellow right now. I'd love to stay like this forever."
We didn't stay like that forever, but we did stay that way for quite some time. I ended up hard again before I even pulled out and we started fucking again. This time I leaned forward and she wrapped her legs around me. I picked her up and spun around so she was on the cushions and started pounding into her. She brought her knees up to her chest and I went deeper than before. Deeper and faster. It took quite some time, and I don't think she came, but I came again. I still think she liked it, though. We necked for awhile in that sweet afterglow.
We feel asleep like that.
Luckily we woke up sometime around 4 or 5 am. I woke her up and we untangled ourselves and got dressed. As we did, we kissed a bit and caressed each other. I told her that I'd be in late tomorrow (today!) and she was welcome to do the same if she had coverage. We kissed goodbye, went out to the parking lot and went our separate ways.

Despite my exhaustion from the night's activities, I couldn't sleep. The realities of everything that happened hit home. The sex was fantastic, but had I just put everything at risk ? Would she say that I coerced her or sexually harassed her until she slept with me ?
I was awake for hours. I finally worried myself to sleep, I think.
I sent email to the management team when I woke up saying that I wouldn't be in at all that day. I sat in my home office worrying all day long. When I wasn't worrying, I was relieving the feeling of seeing, touching, and licking her tan and vibrant body. Talk about being conflicted !
The next day I called in as well. Again, doing the same thing. My stomach was in knots.

She showed up at my house that night. I wasn't aware she even knew where I lived since I'm out in the middle of no where and like my privacy. She looked like she'd been crying.
"Are you avoiding me ?"
"Honestly ? Yes, a little."
"Why ?"
"I'm scared that you regret or will regret what happened. It could cost my reputation and my business."
"Do you really think I'd do that to you ?"
"No, Janey, I don't. But that doesn't stop me from worrying. What we did was improper for a employer/employee relationship."
"Then I'll resign effective immediately."
"That won't solve the problem. Plus, I'd now be out my sales manager. Two wrongs wouldn't make a right."
"Dan, I was serious when I said that I wanted something lasting. I don't want to scare you, but I think we have a lot of potential. The fact that the sex was great aside, there's a depth to us that I didn't have with my own husband. If you want some sort of official documentation from me waiving any rights to sue for anything, I'll do it. Whatever it takes."
I laughed, but I could see she was serious. I didn't think that would be binding and told her as much. Her word, though, would work for me. Call me old school, but I trusted her completely.
She cautiously approached me, taking my hands. She looked deep in my eyes, pulled me close, and we kissed slowly and deeply. I felt it throughout my body. I couldn't deny it. I felt it like she did. We had a bond.

Somehow we managed to keep our budding relationship a secret from the rest of the staff. I don't think we really fooled Penny, but if we didn't she kept her mouth shut. We almost got caught fucking in the office a few times...once more in the lounge, once in my office over my executive desk, once in the lobby, in the copier/printer room, pretty much everywhere. We were lucky that we had both love and lust all rolled up together.
After managing to keep it quiet for about a year, we decided to let the staff in on the secret. We called a general staff meeting after hours and from my balcony overlooking the main sales and clerical area, announced a pending merger. The staff looked at each other quizzically. I took Janey's hand and clarified that we were getting married in the spring and that everyone would be invited.
Janey got her partnership in the long run in more ways than one. My love for her has only increased over the years as has hers for me. We are partners in love, live, and now business. I guess falling in love and marrying an employee got me out of worrying about sexual harassment in the workplace.

5/17/03
Copyright 2003 John P. Fault <jpfault@hotmail.com>