First Day Induction

A 10 a.m. start was normally a chance to relax and enjoy a rare breakfast with the family--tea and toast for him, cereal for the kids, just a tea for Jess--but it was David's first day at the new bank and nervous energy had him feeling skittish. At 39, and with this being his third move in a decade--each a step up the ladder--he should be used to it.

Head of Consumer Lending, however, was a more significant step than the others and the title carried more weight, a seat at the top table and the chance to build a business how he saw it. He knew he could handle it, knew the abilities and experience he had made it a perfect fit. But still, the nerves were there.

After the traffic and the quick goodbyes and good-lucks of the school run, he returned to the quiet sanctuary of the family's suburban semi. Choosing a classic-cut navy suit and white shirt, he opted for a pink silk tie--a nod to the colour scheme Jess had picked for their wedding just over 12 years ago. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he was pleased with what he saw. Standing just over 6 ft tall, an easy smile under clever blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across his slightly crooked nose--schoolboy rugby could be hard--made him handsome but with a character and relaxed charm that served him well in boardrooms.

You've got this,he told himself.Stop worrying! What's the worst that could happen?

***

Alex, the onboarding contact from HR, greeted him warmly in reception just before 10. They'd been in touch throughout the hiring and vetting process and had built up an easy rapport.

"Alex! Good to see you again and good to finally get started," he said as they shook hands.

"Glad to have you on board and thank you for accepting our offer. We're delighted to have you here. I've got one of my guys from HR to take you through the induction training. Michelle will be here in a second to take you round the building and get your security pass sorted... ah, here she is!"

David turned to look where Alex had indicated. Coming through the security gate into the glass and steel atrium was a young woman in her mid-20s. Long brunette tresses, curled stylishly, swept down her back and framed a face with playful deep brown eyes above a button nose and full red lips--curled in a small smile--that was beautiful even before the application of minimal makeup. A simple cream silk blouse stretched tight across her chest and was tucked into a form-fitting charcoal pencil skirt over what David assumed were tights. Her 4-inch black patent leather stilettos--hinting at her willingness to use her gifts--clicked on the marble floor as she approached.

"Michelle, meet David--new Head of Consumer Lending. David--Michelle, HR Business Partner."

The two of them shook hands as Alex excused himself.

"If you'd like to follow me, I'll get you signed in then we'll head up to the 32nd floor to get you started on the induction training. I'm sure it's all stuff you've done before at other banks but I've booked a room so you can have some privacy. I'll keep you company and we've got plenty of tea and biscuits," she said as she turned and headed to the security desk.

Michelle had been with the company for nearly 9 months and whilst it paid well she found the work boring. After splitting up with her last boyfriend, Chris--a builder who'd been shagging most of his clients--she'd needed a fresh start. Taking this job and moving two hours away from the town she'd grown up in had seemed a daunting step but the city suited her with its hustle and bustle. At 26, she was realising she wanted a bit more from life than casual encounters and a room in a shared flat.

This new guy's decent looking and he looks to be packing but I'm sure I saw a wedding ring. Might be worth a bit of fun though,she thought.

She'd arrived at work that morning feeling her frustrations bubbling after being hounded last night by Chris; he'd been making big claims she knew he couldn't back up but had still tempted her. The vibrator she kept in her bedside table had given her a quick, unsatisfying orgasm, meaning Michelle had woken up feeling frustrated and vengeful.

Deciding she could at least feel her sexiest, she'd dressed up for the office, sick of hiding in run-of-the-mill work clothes and flats. What David had thought were tights were actually seamed stockings clipped to a black lace suspender belt; a matching thong that was barely more than a string holding a small triangle covering her pussy; and a balconette bra that was sheer enough to expose her pink nipples to anyone lucky enough to see it.

Given her measurements--slim, size 6 hips over a full round bum, flat stomach, topped with phenomenal 32H boobs--it was difficult to buy lingerie on the high street so she liked to treat herself to high-end brands when she could.Not that I need the bras,she thought,these buggers stand up on their own!

David followed her to the security desk, trying--and completely failing--not to check out her swaying arse straining the tight skirt. He was still trying to pretend he wasn't looking at it as she leant over the desk to grab his visitor pass, the skirt riding up slightly, flashing a hint of lacy stocking top. He swallowed his gasp as he felt the sight send an electric shock through his body.

"...and you'll get your proper pass either tomorrow or the day after." Michelle finished.He's not listening,she thought.Was he checking out my arse?David stammered slightly. "Y-yes... er... thank you."He was! Cheeky bastard!

Michelle loved her arse. She'd put the work in at the gym over the last few years, thousands of squats, thousands of lunges; all designed to make it fuller, firmer and give her the curves to balance out her chest.

Shit, did she catch me? Get it together, Dave. She's from HR and will have you sacked before you've done a single day!

Leading him over to the lifts, Michelle pointed out fire escapes, staff toilets and the coffee machines on the way. Despite the time, the queue for the lifts was full and they were lucky to dart into an empty lift first, pressing the button for the 32nd floor. The lift filled behind them with an assortment of junior analysts and middle management types, forcing them to the back wall of the lift. David ended up with his back pressed against the cold steel with Michelle just in front of him, facing the doors.

Settling back against the wall, he fixed his face in a mask of polite, elevator-appropriate boredom and stared at the big red zero above the doors, berating himself for looking at her arse. He loved Jess, and the life they'd built in their semi was everything he wanted, but they were in a bit of a dry patch. Underneath the corporate face, he knew he had a side that liked porn and pints and girls with nice arses. But today was not the day to let that out. He just needed to get through the induction without doing anything else stupid.

Michelle glanced over her shoulder, hoping to catch him staring again, but found him looking off into the middle distance.Prick, she thought, feeling a sudden, sharp annoyance at being ignored. She was still wound up from Chris's messages and the unsatisfying morning she'd had.If this guy likes my arse so much, he can have a proper look.

As the lift lurched into motion, the old machinery gave a heavy shudder. Michelle didn't steady herself. Instead, she took a tiny half-step back and let the movement of the lift push her bum directly into his groin.

David felt the contact--the firm, unmistakable pressure of her through the charcoal skirt.Oh fuck, he thought.Shit, shit, shit.He tried to shift, to create an inch of professional distance, but the lift was a crush of bodies. His attempt to turn only succeeded in dragging himself across her.

He stayed frozen, his heart hammering against his ribs, while Michelle felt the response she'd been looking for. A small, vengeful grin spread across her face as she realised she had him pinned.

Ding.

Bacon and coffee-scented air wafted in as the doors opened on the first-floor staff restaurant. Staff were queuing outside the lifts with breakfast sandwiches and hot drinks, trying to get in, no doubt hurrying back for meetings or just to get on with work.

Two of them managed to cram in, squeezing the last space out along with any hope of escape away from David. Michelle's bum was now firmly pressed against him and she could feel the weight of his cock resting in the nook of her arse. She'd never admit it to her girlfriends but all of her toys favoured girth over length as she loved the feeling of being stretched out and she was desperate to find a proper cock to replace the cold silicon. The weighty length pressed into her felt like a contender.

Panic rising, David was furiously trying his best to maintain composure as she pushed directly onto his rapidly swelling dick. He looked for a way out but there was no way to stop what was happening without causing a scene.Watch the numbers. Who played in goal in the 2022 cup final for City? Ortega? Ederson? Shit. Is she doing it on purpose? Christ--she fucking is!

Michelle was rolling her hips, grinding onto his cock, feeling it growing behind her, feeling a grin spreading across her face.

Ding.

The lift reached the second floor. More juniors were looking to get on. Everyone shuffled back to try to make space but Michelle took the opportunity to reach behind her, her hand ostensibly searching for the wall for balance. Instead, her palm landed squarely on David's member.Jesus! I can barely get my hand round it!she thought. She started to rub her palm up and down, enjoying the weight of it through the expensive wool.

David's hands were scrabbling against the cold steel of the lift, trying desperately to find some leverage to move away.What is she doing? Fuck! I'm fucking married!

"Stop!" he hissed in her ear, half angry, half pleading.

"I don't think you want me to..." she whispered, giving him a squeeze.

As her hand moved, thoughts of Jess and the semi-detached house started to blur.Christ, that felt good.Without thinking he grabbed her wrist.

Oh shit. What am I doing? Oh Christ. Gonna get fired. Fuck. Fuckity fu--

Rather than pulling her hand away, he'd started to rub her hand over him faster and faster, his own hips thrusting at her in tiny, frantic hitches.

Ding.

The fourth floor offered some respite as a couple of analysts exited, opening up some space, offering David an escape. A small space appeared on his left, tucked in the corner of the lift. He moved over but guided Michelle with him, making it look like they were making room for others getting on.

Using his laptop bag as the smallest privacy screen imaginable, his left hand hiked up the back of her skirt, exposing her stockings and suspenders. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Nice arse." In response, she gave a quick wiggle before she ground her bare cheeks back against him and murmured a quiet "Thank you."

David placed his left hand on her arse, squeezing the firm cheek. The light from the lift's overhead panel caught the glint of his wedding ring against her skin. He paused, the metal feeling heavy.

"Michelle... I... er... I'm... I can't," he stammered as quietly as possible, his voice cracking.

Michelle was enjoying things too much to let him retreat now. Her response was physical. She reached back, her fingers finding his zip and tugging it down with a sharp, metallic zip that was lost in the hum of the lift. She reached inside his boxers, her hand warm as she grabbed him and tugged him free.

She raised herself onto her tiptoes, widened her stance, and fed him between her thighs. She dropped back down, standing straight and pinning him between her legs. The head of his cock was now pushing directly up against the scratchy lace covering her folds.

David should have been in heaven, but he was in absolute hell. Every movement of the lift dragged the lace over him like fine sandpaper. Every jolt of pleasure sent a fresh stab of guilt to his stomach.Why am I letting her do this? Why can't I stop it? WHY THE FUCK AM I PULLING HER SKIRT DOWN TO HIDE IT?

Michelle was deliberately exaggerating the movement of her hips now. God, I'm soaking, she thought. She felt him pull her skirt down to provide more cover, so she treated him to a sharp squeeze with her thighs.Thank fuck I wore the one with the slit at the back.

Ding.

The lift reached the 25th floor.

The doors creaked open on a hub for mid-level operations. A stream of people exited, their chatter about weekend plans and morning meetings going with them. Michelle took the opportunity to turn round and face him. Their eyes met for the first time.

She was even more striking up close. Her brown eyes weren't just playful; they were dark with a focused, hungry intent. She looked at him--the "Head of Consumer Lending" in his expensive navy suit--and smiled mischievously. She didn't say a word. Instead, her hands went straight to his waist, her fingers working him with a rhythmic, expert pace that made David's head thud back against the steel wall.

"Lift the laptop bag, David," she commanded, her voice low, quiet, and entirely in control.

David obeyed. It was an instinctual surrender. He raised the leather bag, creating a small canopy of privacy in the empty car. He watched, mesmerised and horrified, as Michelle bobbed her head down, her dark curls brushing his thighs as she took him into her mouth for a single, fleeting moment. He felt the quick, hot swirl of her tongue and the sharp intake of breath before she came back up, smoothing her hair with one hand.

She tucked him away with a proprietary pat, a faint, salty sheen of precum glistening on her red lips. She leaned in, pressing the weight of her chest against his shirt, her voice a warm puff of air against his neck.

"I'm looking forward to a full introduction," she whispered.

The lift lurched again, resuming its climb toward the executive floors. David stared at her, his mind racing. He should be thinking about the board, about his reputation, about the "sanctuary" of his home. Instead, he was wondering how the hell he could walk through the office with such an obvious tent in his trousers; how he could get some relief without losing his career, his marriage or both.

***

By the time they'd reached the 32nd floor, there were only two others left in the lift, both busy sending emails on their phones. With a wiggle of her hips, Michelle slid her thong down past her thighs and with a wink at David, dropped her security pass.

Bending in front of him to retrieve the pass, she slipped her thong down and quickly stepped out of it, treating David to a view of her stocking tops and bare thighs. She straightened up and pressed the damp lace into his eager hand.

She smoothed her skirt with a casual, practiced flick of her wrists, checking her reflection in the chrome doors as they opened. She looked perfectly composed, her hair back in place, expression carefully neutral. Over her shoulder, David's face was flushed, the smattering of freckles standing out against his pale skin.

Desperately shielding his groin with his laptop bag and trying to drag his jacket over to provide any semblance of camouflage, he stepped out into the cool air of the executive floor.

"Follow me," said Michelle, "we're in the small office down here. Do try not to stare."

David set off to follow at an awkward shuffle, his eyes glued to the exaggerated sashaying in front of him.

"Ah, David! Great to see you!"

The voice boomed from across the offices. Jake, the bank CEO, came over to greet them. "Glad to have you on board finally," he said, holding his hand out. David quickly pocketed the damp lace and shook his hand, mask slipping back into place.

"Great to be here and great to start meeting everyone," he replied, shaking Jake's hand.

"We'll catch up at about 11 but for now I'll leave you in Michelle's capable hands--don't let her work you too hard in the induction!" Jake joked as he headed off to his next meeting.

Michelle hurried David into a small meeting room containing a presentation TV, small meeting table and four chairs. It smelt faintly of industrial cleaner and wood polish. Closing the door behind them she guided him to a chair facing the screen.

Look at the power I have over him! He's practically vibrating,she thought.

David sat down heavily and rubbed his straining trousers with a low groan. Michelle eyed it hungrily and could feel the heat spreading through her tummy.Calm down,she thought,tease him. Make it last.

"Right. First training session is on sexual harassment in the workplace. There is a video to watch and an interactive session." Her voice was suddenly clipped and purely professional. Her hands worked a small remote and a video appeared on the screen behind her showing a small dull man who began a monotonous intonation of what to do if you suspected any form of harassment at work.

What the hell? One minute I'm being dry-humped in the lift, next she's back to being HR-bot?

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Er... sure. Water would be nice."

"No. I've got something better."

David looked confused as she sat on the desk, swung her legs round, opened them and grabbed the back of his head.

"Now, this does count as sexual harassment but I don't think you'll mind," she said, dragging his face down into her wet pussy. "Drink that."

He raised his head briefly, breathing deeply. "Michelle, it's been..." she pushed his head back down. "No, no. No. I can't, I'm mar..." she pushed his head down again.

"Michelle, please..." she touched the back of his head and he dropped it willingly to her waiting pussy and eagerly buried his face in her wet folds. His tongue circled and flicked at her clit as his fingers found her heat, sliding two into her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Years of practice on Jess had honed his skills and Michelle was soon moaning in pleasure; a sharp contrast to the dull drone about reporting unprofessional conduct coming from the screen.

As his tongue lapped harder and harder against her clit, his fingers slowly sawing in and out of her, she knew she was close to losing control, waves of pleasure increasing by the moment. Squeezing her thighs together, she held his head in place, halting him.

I was starting to enjoy that, he thought.

Pushing him back into his chair, she confronted him.

"Now, now, David. I'm much more junior than you and that was a clear abuse of power. A senior executive in a room alone with a more junior lady? You'll fail the induction at this rate. You mustn't touch in any way--haven't you been watching?"

She freed his cock from the prison of his trousers. It sprang free, tall and thick; glistening in the air-conditioned room. She gave it a playful slap as if to chastise him. "Can I trust you to behave?"

Ok, now we're talking! That's a beast!

David was in turmoil--thoughts of home and Jess were being lost in his desire to have this woman who'd teased and abused him since entering the lift. He knew he should be behaving himself but he was mad with lust and was prepared to play whatever game she wanted to have her.

Placing his hands on the arm of the chair, Michelle put on her most authoritative HR voice--"These stay there." Spotting him stealing a look down her blouse as she had leaned forward, she decided on a new tactic.

"It's clear sexual harassment to look down people's tops, David. I'm sure you didn't mean to do that, did you?" she asked, slowly undoing the top button and showing a hint of lace, her eyes never leaving his.