Under My Boss’ Table

After work, I went shopping to those stores where I was afraid to even look, let alone enter… The irrationally high prices, in my opinion, at first made me roll my eyes, but then, remembering how much money was in my purse, I calmed down a bit and began to carefully examine the clothes.

The elegant and overly professional consultants looked at me with slight contempt in their eyes, unequivocally identifying me as a middle-class woman. But a service is a service, and one of them approached me to suggest what was best for me.

She helped me a lot and I bought an elegant suit in deep green for me, jacket and pants, a delicate beige organza blouse, a strict burgundy dress slightly baggy and a classic black skirt.

Then I went into a sex shop, not without hesitation, and with the rest of the money I bought some incredibly nice stockings and a sexy latex slip, which I intended to wear under the new dress. It’s true, I wasn’t completely sure Edward would like it.

Finally the time came when it was necessary to be already at the station. I rolled a small suitcase behind me and wondered what awaited on this unexpected journey and where it would take me. Edward was already there, looking at his watch. When he saw me, he nodded curtly.

“Excellent, you are not late. Keep the ticket for me.”

I looked at it and saw that our seats were located in a luxury car.

“Wow.” I snapped. Of course, I had never traveled this way!

Edward just grunted and we walked in, bypassing the driver. We would spend the afternoon, evening and morning on the road.

When we arrived at our compartment, I stopped, pinned to the ground. This was something to see: the spaciousness did not fit the image of an ordinary narrow compartment, the sofa-beds in dark blue were very wide, but here somehow they also managed to quietly fit an armchair, a locker for things, a table, a TV… even a single bathroom with shower.

“Stunning!”

Edward laughed at how funny I looked at that moment, he reached over and kissed me tenderly. I didn’t move, fearing I’d scare off this obsession. Edward and cuteness?

“I thought about what you said about my selfishness. I came to the conclusion that you deserve a few hours of pleasure.” he whispered, carefully removing my clothes.

I was in seventh heaven with happiness: Edward was very courteous and attentive to me. He covered my entire thirsty body with weightless kisses, lighting a fire more and more in me, he played with his deft tongue with my clit, taking me to the top, and completely possessed me. It was so unlike him, and I was so grateful to him for the fact that he decided to change for me for a couple of hours and give me ordinary sweet sex without perversion. I was willing to give a lot for this…

After making love, we lay down on a lower sofa-bed. We were silent. Edward stroked my head absently, and I decided this was the best time to speak…Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Edward. Tell me please… What will happen to us next?”

“Hmm. Sudden question, Elvira. What do you want to know exactly?”

“How will our relationships develop?”

He turned to me and propped his elbows.

“What do you mean? Generally. It won’t go beyond the bed and a blowjob under the table.”

“But I really love you and want more.” These words blew from my lips before I could understand anything.

“Lord, why?”

Edward looked at me wordlessly and dispassionately. He again closed himself to me and again it was impossible to understand what he thought about it and how a declaration of love influenced him, which did not fit in my, or even more so, in his plans.

“Elvira, I think you should go to bed. Go to your bed.”

“Edward, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“There is nothing to talk about. Go away.”

His voice left me barely alive. But I understood that it was better not to say anything more, so as not to make the situation worse, and so without a word I left the bed and lay down on mine. Edward immediately turned to the wall and was silent until morning…

The next day we arrived in Saint Petersburg. Despite the fact that in the morning Edward and I practically did not speak and he treated me as an empty place, I felt a slight euphoria: the smell of Ladoga station, the blue sky behind the glass ceiling, the noise of human chatter and stomping around you, the girl’s voice filling the entire space informing about the departure of the train…

We got into a waiting taxi and headed to the hotel. The double room, which looked more like an apartment, of course, was even more luxurious than a compartment. I immediately noticed that the beds were separated from each other.

“I wish now, of course, that we had separate rooms, but so be it.” Edward said in a deliberately casual tone. His words stung me painfully. “I’ll prepare for the report. We leave in two hours. Do not bother me.”

I sighed and went out to the balcony. The fresh air calmed me down a bit and I admired Nevsky Prospect and Kazan Cathedral. I couldn’t have let Edward spoil my mood. Even if he still considered me an ordinary lover, with whom he could only satisfy his basic needs, I was also a living person and deserved a proper attitude towards me.

And then, for the first time, I realized that I only had one problem: it was me. I had a self-esteem problem, a self-perception problem, and I let a man use me. Yes, I loved this man, but…

Damn, everything was muddled in my head again!

I put on that new dress and after thinking about it a bit, I dismissed the idea of the latex combination. But I put on the stockings. I had an idea of how to diversify meeting Edward’s needs under the table.

We, still hardly speaking, arrived at the luxurious, I would say, pompous headquarters of our organization.

“Half an hour before the show. I am going to show you a small conference room. Everything will happen there.” Edward explained and with a gesture ordered me to go after him. Staircase, elevator, staircase, a long and wide corridor, brilliantly lit by chandeliers…

“Here it is.” Edward opened a door. I went into the hall. It wasn’t too big, but there was enough room for about two hundred people. In the center was a long table in front of a wall-sized projection screen.

“Make yourself comfortable under the table. I’ll be the fourth to the right from the beginning of the table.”

“Edward, but there will be a lot of people around me! What if they realize?” I asked fearfully.

“You behave calmly and don’t move.” Edward answered politely and closed me in the conference room, suppressing all questions.

“Bastard.” I said to the closed door. “I hope you listened!”

Nothing to do. I couldn’t get out of there. It only remained to sit comfortably and wait…