Chapter 2 Extra Hours

By noon, I had yet to finish the pile of files given to me. I had to take a short break before I could continue with the inventory. While I took a glass of juice, the lady who came to visit Oliver walked out of his office with Oliver right behind her.

"Babe, you know these are working hours. You should let me know when next you're coming," Oliver said, with his hands wrapped over her waist.

"Really?" the lady asked.

"Of course, not like I care, but I don't want much gossip flying around. You know I'm the boss here."

"Well, that's more reason why I should be free to visit you whenever I want."

"I know, but still, I want you to let me know when next you'll be coming. I'm not a fan of surprise visits."

"Whatever. I'll stop visiting." The lady responded before she released herself from Oliver's grip. She walked towards the entrance of the building without looking back.

"Babe!" Oliver called out to the lady just as she stormed out of the building.

I got back to work and hurriedly finished off the rest of the inventory before I moved on to other tasks. A few hours later, two men walked into the building. They wore Italian suits and held onto briefcases. One looked way older, while the second man was a younger replica of the older man.

"Rachel, I need you at the office now!" The landline went off again. I knew this time he wanted to have the inventory. I quickly picked up the files, then headed to his office.

Over at the office, Oliver addressed the men while I stood from a distance.

"Come on, where are the files?" Oliver suddenly asked, his gaze fixed on me.

"Here they are," I responded hastily while dropping the files on the table.

"Who do we have here?" The older man asked, as soon as I dropped the files. "What's your name, young lady?" he continued.

"My name is..."

"Dad, her name is Rachel. She just joined us today," Oliver said, cutting me short.

"Ah, I see," Oliver's dad nodded. "My name is Alexander. I believe you have what we are looking for. Oliver must have filled you in on what is required of you."

"Yes, sir, my boss filled me in on everything."

"Good, you may excuse us now. We've got to finish up business."

"Alright," I responded back with a curtsy.

My first day had been hell, and I just couldn't wait to get home. The chances of continuing the job were slim; I silently prayed for time to move faster than usual.

A few minutes before the end of work hours, I got ready with all my documents and was just getting ready to leave when Oliver opened up the office door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Oliver asked.

"Uhm, it's about time for the end of today's work."

"I'll tell you when your work is over or not. Work on these, then you can think of going home." Oliver said before dropping another pile of files on my desk. "The earlier you start, the faster you get home."

I stood up, ready to protest. He possibly can't keep me from working extra hours when it's not part of our work agreement.

"If you decide to go now, don't bother coming back. Remember how dear this work is to you." Oliver added, as he stood close to the door with his back to me. "Get to work now." He continued before he left my office.

I collapsed onto my office chair, then placed my hands on my temples as I thought over what I had brought myself into. It had always been a delight since forever to work with Rexel company, but the reception just on the first day of work wasn't really appealing.

I got to work as fast as I could, moving from one file to another until the work was fully done.

I heaved a loud sigh, then rested my weight onto my chair. "Finally,"

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, only to notice that I had used two extra hours of my time for rest.

What more humiliation was I going to face with this company? With this thought, I tidied up my work area, then picked up my handbag, applied a light brush of concealer on my face, and stretched out my clothes.

My body ached, and my hands felt sore after hours of writing and working on files. Just as I was leaving my office, I heard strange sounds coming from Oliver's office. My mouth opened ajar as I wondered what could have possibly gone wrong.

I dropped my bag on one of the tables, then walked towards Oliver's office to check what was going on. I got there and found his office door slightly open. I peeped through the small opening to see one of the female staff kneeling between Oliver's legs.

She grabbed his cock, spat on it, then slowly took the full length of his cock into her mouth. She gulped it, until it made a gawking sound.

Oliver held her head with both hands, then slowly pushed her head down the entire length. Slowly, she began to gain momentum as Oliver kept moving his cock in and out of her mouth.

The staff quickly moved back after a moment, then a drool of her spit dropped onto her breasts and down to the floor. Oliver stood her up, then turned her over on the table. Locating her pussy, Oliver began thrusting her gently from behind while his momentum increased.

"Oh, you're so sweet. You know how to make me happy," Oliver said, his thrusts going deeper and deeper.

Oliver kept on going for another couple of seconds before he turned her over and placed her in the missionary position while fondling her breasts.

"Daddy will soon be here," Oliver said, to which the girl responded with a cheer.

"Yes Daddy!"

"Oh yeah, there you go. Yes, oh yeah! I love it. I love your pussy, baby." Oliver muttered some words before he got to the climax.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Rachel?" Oliver called out suddenly.

Only then did I discover that I had been seen by him. I quickly rushed out of the office area while he kept on calling me. I had had enough of a day's work.