Professionally Unprofessional

“You’re still here.”

The clack of heels echoes first. Her voice second.

You glance up. Haseul leans against the chair of an empty desk, blazer opened enough to give your eyes something to wander. In one hand a pair of rimless glasses that she twirls idly, watching you work.

“I am. So are you as usual, boss."

Haseul lets out a soft huff, closing the door with her heel and sauntering in with each step slow, each clack calculated.

"Everyone else is gone,” she says, adjusting the strap of her bra and rubbing the back of her neck. “Even you should’ve taken the chance."

"I had edits to finish,” you reply, not even looking away from your monitor. “Didn’t realize how late it got.”

“Appreciate the dedication, but you’ve gotta know when to call it quits for the night. You didn’t even take your lunch break.”

Without even looking up, you know what her expression is. “Figured you’d want it done tonight.”

You can almost hear her grin, the loud sounds of her heels nearing. “Ever the loyal assistant. But you’ve been staring at your screen too long. Take a break and relax a bit, even for just a minute. Eyes on me, instead.”

Her heels fall with a faint thud right by your chair as Haseul takes a seat at the edge of your desk, giving time to admire how disheveled you look: tie pulled loose, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves all rolled up. She reaches out to undo your tie the rest of the way, slipping it right off to feel the smooth fabric between her fingertips.

“You work too hard, especially when you don’t need to,” she muses quietly while she tosses the tie away and leans back, stretching her stocking-covered legs before propping her feet right in your lap. “How about you do something else with those hands of yours?”

“What did you have in mind, boss?” you ask, playing dumb like you aren’t already rubbing the soles of her feet on instinct, just to feel the silky softness of her stockings.

“No need to be so formal after hours,” she murmurs. “But you’re smart enough to figure out what I want."

"Maybe I need to be told.” You smile—pressing your thumbs into that stocking clad foot a little harder than you intended, earning a sharp exhale from her mouth.

“I’m starting to think you don’t stay late to finish reports,” Haseul says. “You just want to be told you’re doing a good job.”

Her other foot presses into your crotch for added emphasis, toes tracing a deliberate path.

You keep quiet—for now, enjoying the pressure when Haseul teases a little too long.

"Knew it,” she says, smile a bit too pleased when she switches feet, rubbing harder, toes pressing deeper. “Always want me to praise you, huh? Want me to tell you you’re such a good assistant for me. That you’re such a good boy.”

The weight of her words does more to make your cock twitch and strain in your pants more than her feet ever will. Even then she doesn’t stop, rubbing harder, using her toes to tease along your growing bulge.

“Don’t go all shy on me now. You can’t lie to me, and neither can this cock—look how hard it’s getting. I bet I could make you cum in no time.”

Haseul’s coy smile and the fact she’s not wrong makes this all worth it, eyes locked and clutching the edge when her foot applies the right pressure, doling out friction to get that cock what it desires most.

“F-fine you’re not wrong, I want that,” you manage, unable to turn away from how her silky feet stroke your aching erection through your pants, toes massaging the tip to make you fall apart.

“What else do you want, darling?” she purrs, biting her bottom lip.

You hesitate, because you can’t even look Haseul in the eye, her legs so alluring and addicting to look at, to keep staring at even as she continues teasing your cock almost to the breaking point.

“Words,” she insists, removing her feet so you can focus on what you really need.

“Isn’t it obvious?"

Haseul just shakes her head, laughing all soft and sweet. "Of course it is, sweetie. But I wanna hear it from you. Be a good boy and say exactly what you want from me."

Fuck.

The mere thought of having her control you like this, so you’ll crave her praise and commands, all your thoughts and filthy fantasies about to spill by the one woman who deserves them most.

You can’t hold your words back any longer—you break.

"Want you—want to fuck my boss with your clothes ripped off, stockings still on while I pound you over your desk. Want my head between your thighs while you tell me what a good job I’m doing. Want my mouth on your tits, want—”

Haseul nods, stretching her foot out right in front of your lips so you’ll get the message. And loud and clear, you get it: to shut the fuck up and kiss. “Getting a little greedy now, aren’t we? You were so shy before, and now you can’t stop babbling about me. So one thing at a time. Keep that mouth worshiping my feet and we’ll see what I let you do after.”

Your lips quickly descend on the arch of her foot, giving a tender kiss through the fabric to start. Her soft hum of approval lets you know the next step, holding her ankle as you pepper over every inch, the ball of her foot, over her sole, all over her painted toes.

“Look at you, so good at obeying me. So good at following what you’re told to do.” Haseul smiles, loving how eager you are to satisfy her commanding words. “Is this where I praise you some more? Kissing my feet after saying how desperately you wanna fuck me?”

“Please,” is the only word you can reply with, placing another kiss onto her other foot, up the length, not missing a single spot. “Would make it better, boss.”

She glares, though her gaze never drifts from your work. “I knew you wouldn’t stop calling me that. Not even when I tell you not to. Maybe that’s for the best… that’s how I know you’ll be obedient and listen to everything.”

“Of course, boss,” you answer quickly, not daring to lose momentum when your lips press again into those stocking-covered toes.

“Then your first task is simple—shut down your computer, and you’re not allowed to do any more work after hours. From here on, all your attention is mine.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Good. And when you’ve taken care of that, follow me into my office. Got some reports to review.”

“But I thought you said no more—”

“Don’t ask questions. Do what you’re told. And don’t leave me waiting.”

Haseul grabs your chin and pulls you up for a quick, lust-filled kiss. She knows that’ll leave you a bit more agreeable, a little distracted enough to stare right back when she picks up her heels and struts back to her office, hips swaying as she disappears from sight.

Haseul is right there when you step into her office, leaning against her desk, blazer abandoned, still barefoot. Without a word, she crooks a finger, beckoning you closer.

“Close the door. Don’t lock it,” she instructs, which you don’t question.

When you turn back, she’s undoing the top buttons of her blouse, letting her cleavage show enough for you to wager a guess on the size of her breasts.

“What should I let my lovely assistant do first? Worship me more? Suck my tits? Fuck me? So many options. So many choices.” Haseul looks straight ahead, folding her arms. “What to choose…”

The moment of silence is fucking unbearable. You ache to just get closer, but your body won’t obey—but she doesn’t say a word, the moment lingering, waiting for orders, cock still straining inside your pants.

“You’ll really do anything I tell you, won’t you?” Haseul asks, smile all smug and seductive. “Whatever your boss asks for?”