Happy New Year: Office BB

[Buckled]

Happy New Year:  Office BB

The pair had an office Christmas party encounter only a few days earlier.

The strapping young lawyer and the petite, curvy blonde law clerk.  It was a few too many libations into cocktail hour when the cocky young man named Dylan surreptitiously grabbed Cheryl under the mistletoe and surprised her with a luscious kiss that went on for a sizzling 20 seconds or so.  

Once the curvy lass got her bearings she launched an objection in the form of a hard grab and twist of her male aggressor’s scrotum.   That bought her distance and with many other co-workers nearby, she sternly whispered into Dylan’s ear “Ever try that again and i’ll leave you in the fetal position.”  

Left gasping and stunned, Dylan sheepishly grinned while Cheryl wheeled away in disgust.   

Fast forward a fortnight.   The holidays over, both arrived first day back at their West Coast firm at roughly 6 am.   Both were young, attractive, ambitious types so early bird arrival was the norm.  Foot traffic was still light in the building.  Dylan had a fresh suit on and Cheryl showed up in a cute black silk blouse, skirt ensemble.  A new necklace drew attention to her fetching cleavage.   She loved wearing her ‘nutcracker’ pumps to complement any outfit and today the black pair she had on gleamed under the elevator lights as Dylan coincidentally stepped on to join her for the climb to floor 84 in the office that employed them both. 

Dylan, still humbled somewhat from their party encounter, remained silent. 

Cheryl’s bubbling resentment hadn’t simmered over the holidays and just seeing his face this early hatched a plot in her devlish feminine mind. 

“You know, you’re actually a pretty good kisser,” she said to him, lying through her teeth.  

“I’ve been told that,” he said, his confidence quickly returning.   

She subtly inched toward him, her blonde locks suspended in the cutest of pony tails.  

‘I like your tie,” she said.  “Did you get it for Christmas ?” 

“I did,” he replied. 

“Do you like my necklace,” she softly asked, as their young athletic frames squared up in the lift as it left the ground. 

Next thing the two were engaged in another one of those kisses. 

As they cruised past floor 50, Cheryl felt Dylan’s shaft at full mast.  She made her move, grabbing his lapels firmly and popping his exposed sack slowly and surely with 1-2-3 hard stockinged knees, each one getting harder in power.   Duped Dylan doubled over, struggling to catch his wind.  As the elevator passed the 80^th floor, a liberated Cheryl pulled the band releasing her hair and those golden locks cascaded down freely to her 26 inch waist.  

 

“You have some nerve mister making passes on young office staff,” she firmly stated. And with that she grabbed his thick mop and drilled him square under the chin with her right knee.  The young legal eagle's chiclets rattled and he dropped with a thud.  As the door opened at floor 84, Cheryl towered over her inferior male colleague and punctuated her vengeance a vicious snap kick in the balls, the point of her shoe causing him to curl up. 

“Happy new year asshole,” she purred and strutted into the office.  

[Buckled]

Thanks John....and that would be cool if she entertained it.  Good luck ! 

[John Franks]

Great story. I was just at a networking meeting this morning with a lawyer I would love to have bust me. I wonder if she would ever act out this scenario??