Rita woke up early in the morning, her heart racing with anticipation as she prepared for another day at work. Today was different though; she had been assigned to take care of some 'personal business' for her boss. She got ready meticulously, making sure to wear a tight, black dress that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. Her high heels were polished to a mirror-like shine, and she carefully applied a layer of red lipstick that accentuated her full lips.
As she arrived at the office, she noticed a strange gleam in her boss's eye as he watched her walk in. He was seated behind his large mahogany desk, clad in a well-tailored three-piece suit. He waved her over with a smirk on his face.
"Ah, Rita. Good morning. Please come in," he said in his deep, commanding voice. She walked towards him, trying hard not to show any signs of nervousness.
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands across his chest. "I have a task for you today, my dear Rita." He paused for effect, his eyes boring into hers. "I want you to meet with Mr. Richardson from accounting. He's been having some... issues lately, and I think some of your special brand of attention might be just what he needs."
Rita's heart sank at his words. She knew what was expected of her - she was his 'secretary', after all. But still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. This was her first time being explicitly asked to perform such a service.
"Yes, sir," she managed to reply, trying to hide her hesitation.
The clock struck nine, and Mr. Richardson walked into the office. He was a nervous man, always quick to nod and agree with everything the boss said. He glanced at Rita, then quickly looked away, his face flushing red.
The boss stood up from his desk, stretching his arms out nonchalantly. "Why don't you both take a seat?" he suggested, gesturing towards the sofa in the corner of the room. As soon as they were seated, he walked around his desk and closed the door behind him, locking it with a quiet click.
Rita swallowed hard, feeling the tension in the air thicken. She looked over at Mr. Richardson, who was shifting nervously on the sofa. She leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee. "It's going to be okay," she whispered reassuringly.
Her voice had an almost hypnotic quality to it, and before long, they were both engaged in a passionate kiss. Rita slipped her hand inside Mr. Richardson's pants, feeling his hard cock throb against her palm. She leaned back, pulling off her top to reveal her pale, perfect breasts. They watched in awe as she placed one of her nipples in his mouth, gasping as he sucked greedily.
Taking matters into her own hands, she positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping wet pussy and slowly lowered herself onto it. Her entire body shook with pleasure as he began to thrust into her, their movements in sync as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
As they reached their climax, a sudden realization hit Rita like a ton of bricks - she was being watched. She opened her eyes to see her boss standing in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.
"Well done, Rita. It seems that our little shit producer has done her job once again," he said, chuckling darkly. He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise. "I'll see you back at the office tomorrow morning, bright and early."
With that, he walked out, leaving the two of them there, breathless and ashamed. As they got dressed, Rita couldn't help but feel used and dirty. But she knew that this was just part of her job - as the 'Kaviar Babe'.
