When my company CosmeTheocs reached the €80 million sales mark, it was cause for celebration. Business was going well. My wife Amy had quit her shitty job at the municipality and started her own catering company. Needless to say, she also provided the snacks and drinks this evening. Celine, from marketing, was spinning that night. Of course I gave a speech. At length I thanked everyone who had made it possible over the past few years to make my CosmeTheocs a success. And I took the opportunity to say goodbye to Kirsten. It was her last day as she wished to continue her career elsewhere. Too bad, because Kirsten had been my personal assistant for two years and she had done it with verve. We toasted to CosmeTheocs and to Kirsten.

The music went back to full volume and I saw that everyone was having a great time. Kirsten came up to me and tugged on my arm.

“I want to say something to you,” she shouted in my ear. Then she walked toward the offices and I followed closely behind her. We walked into my room and when she closed the door behind us, it muffled the music. Only some pounding of the bass was still vaguely audible. Kirsten walked over to my desk and she grabbed a picture frame showing my wife Amy and our daughter Janneke. In the picture, Janneke was maybe 15; now she was 22. But a few years younger than Kirsten.

Kirsten smiled and placed the picture with the image facing down on the desk. The silver pallets on her dress reflected the little light into little stars in the room.

“I still want to thank you, for all the opportunities you’ve given me,” she said. Even before I could say “that’s not necessary, kid,” she raised her dress a little and pushed her panties down. Without too much effort, she pulled the small piece of fabric over her high-heeled shoes and walked toward me. She put her panties in my pocket, grabbed me by my neck and pulled me toward her. Her lips touched mine and before I fully realized what was happening I felt her warm tongue licking my lips.

“Kirsten, I …,” I stammered. Her hands slid down my chest to my crotch and she gently squeezed the bulge that had unmistakably grown in my pants.

“Shhht, quiet,” she said and opened my belt and fly. “I’ve wanted to do this once all along.”

I cursed in my head. Seriously? Had she wanted to do this once all along? She should have known how many times I had thought about her and donated my DNA to the shower drain at that fantasy.

Kirsten took a bottle of hand cream from my desk and put a big dollop of it on my glans. She turned around, bent over and pulled her tight glittery dress over her buttocks. Then she reached back again and placed my smeared glans between her buttocks.

“Like this? Sure?”, I asked in surprise. Kirsten nodded and she pushed her ass against me to encourage me. Without too much effort, I slid into her tight rear and Kirsten only moaned.

“Go ahead,” she said softly and she began to set the rhythm with her pelvis, while her hand between her legs joined in on the cadence.

Just a few minutes later, I left my office to go into the restroom a few doors down. The water was far too cold on my flaccid sex, but I washed until I was sure all traces of just now had been washed away.

When I came out of the restroom I took a quick look down the hallway. To the right was the party and to the left at the end was the door to the warehouse. To my surprise, there was a light on, so I decided to take a peek. Next to the door was a narrow window and when I looked through it I saw Kirsten. Again she was bent over a table. And again she had her dress pulled up. Behind her was Mitic, the warehouse worker on his knees. His head was hidden between her buttocks. Kirsten looked up and saw me at the window. She held a hand in front of her mouth to hide her embarrassment? Or maybe a smile. I decided to leave them alone. Who was I to say anything about it just now? And so I turned and walked back to the party.

Halfway down the hall, the door to the party room opened. It was Amy.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked.

“We’re out of wine. I’m going to get another box from the warehouse.”

The warehouse. The image of Kirsten bent over with Mitic’s head against her ass loomed large. Amy would irrevocably disturb them in their act. But fuck it.

“You know where it is,” I said soberly and continued my way toward the party scene.

It was quite a while before I saw Amy return with a box in her arms. Was her hair different? Was she blushing? Could she have caught Kirsten and Mitic? I decided to take the box from her and kissed her on her mouth. I tasted mostly CosmeTheoc’s lip balm, but also a hint of musk. Amy detached herself from me and avoided my questioning gaze. Together we began to remove the bottles from the box and silently poured the glasses full. Until Amy put her hand on my arm.

“You know, Theo,” she said. “I have an idea for your company.” This was not the first time. Amy had often been an inspiration for various product lines. The “Anti-Dandruff Scalp Treatment Shampoo,” for example, had sprung entirely from her brain. “How about a good lubricant? One without parabens and glycerin. Just good stuff.”

“Lube?” That wasn’t a bad idea at all, I thought.

“Yeah, you know, there seem to be men who use hand cream as lube for anal sex. That can never be good, can it?” Amy looked at me meaningfully. Then her gaze went to the door, through which Kirsten and Mitic entered. Kirsten straightened her dress and walked toward us.

“Why don’t you give Kirsten another drink,” Amy said and she winked with a smile. “And return her panties while you’re at it.”

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