Dawn Meadows

The Emerald Secretary 4

Added 2023-03-19 14:00:03 +0000 UTC

"Come here, young lady," commanded Throckmorton. Emily obeyed. "What is your name?"

"E-E-Emma Keystone, s-s-sir" Emily blurted out.

"Emma Keystone..." Throckmorton repeated the name, sounding it out, tasting it. "You're my new secretary?"

"Yes, sir!" Emily confirmed.

"Yes, that makes sense. That is good. Please Emma, have a seat, will you?" Throckmorton suggested.

"A seat? Oh, ummm..." Emily moved toward the chair in front of the desk.

"No, no, my dear girl, not there... sit here, on top of my desk," Throckmorton corrected the course of her body, guiding her to perch her pert behind atop the corner of his desk.

"Oh!" Emily gasped at his forward nature.

"Yes, Emma, yes... you certainly have the legs to be my secretary," purred Throckmorton, placing his hand on her nylon clad knee. He rubbed it appreciatively, smudging the gossamer material around like melting chocolate spread over the creamy white flesh of her leg.

Emily swallowed nervously, adjusting her glasses. "Um... please be c-c-careful. I'd hate to get a run in m-m-my nylons."

"Miss Keystone, nylons should be paying you to be on your legs," complimented Throckmorton as he explored the silken landscape.

Emily grimaced, knowing that's not how the world worked. Her empty bank account was proof of that!