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Ben had been staring at her picture all night before his interview with her and again this morning over his cereal. He couldn’t stop staring. He missed his mouth a few times, sending spoonfuls of Cheerios to hit the corner of his mouth and fall down his shirt onto the counter. Her eyes were commanding. The power she held and she wasn’t even doing anything. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he’s going to interview her. Rey Niima is the youngest CEO in current history. While in college she founded a tech startup and worked her way up the ranks to owning most of the tech world at just 25. That fact alone amazed Ben. Maybe it’s what made her more alluring. She knew how important she was in that picture. Ben could feel it radiating off of her.
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Ben tripped over his own feet the moment he stepped into Rey’s office. He scrambled on the floor to collect his things and mumbled apologies when he heard the sound of heels on the industrial floor and looked up and was faced with a pair of sleek ankles in patent leather pointed pumps. He felt like he’d been sent back to the Victorian era and was feeling flushed from just that bit of skin peaking through in between her slacks and shoes.
He looks up further and she has a hand extended to him to help him up. Her hand is as sleek as her ankles. Perfectly manicured with stark black nail polish. He takes it to stand but he doesn’t really need it. He just wanted to touch her. Her hand is soft against his. He looks down and tries to mumble an apology. “Sorry about that,” he runs his hands through his hair out of nervousness and habit, “I’m always tripping over my big feet.”
“Well, you know what they say about big feet, Mr. Solo,” she smirks playfully at him, “big...brains.” She almost leans in and whispers it to him but he can already feel his dick already responding to her joke.
Rey cocks her eyebrow as he looks down at her. She’s so close. He can smell her perfume. He bets it’s expensive. Something designer. Something he couldn’t afford to buy her. He wants to bathe in it. Drown in a bottle of it since it smells like her. It’s sweet but strong. Faint hints of fresh coffee with vanilla. Standing in front of her now, she’s even more beautiful than her picture. And even more commanding. Ben feels the sudden need to obey her. Whatever she says. She’s in charge. Maybe it’s the pantsuit. Her eyes lock on his for a moment and narrow as if she’s trying to read him before turning around on her heels and making her way back to her desk.
Her office is as big as Ben’s apartment and looks out on the whole city with floor to ceiling windows. Ben gets a little dizzy thinking about standing at the edge. Or maybe it’s her perfume.
She sits on top of the desk in front of two chairs that face her and gestures for Ben to sit down. She undoes the top buttons on her blouse and takes a second to pull her hair out of the tight bun it was in and fluff it as Ben sits and his breath hitches. She sighs and closes her eyes then looks at him, “Now, I’m comfortable and I’m ready for our interview.” Ben, being the complete idiot he is, just stares at her like she’s the picture on his phone screen. Rey turns her head to the side with a smirk on her face and waves her hand, “Excuse me, Mr. Solo, are you alright?”
“Oh, sorry, I’m fine. Let’s get started,” he says pulling out his tape recorder and his questions, “do you mind if I tape this?” she simply nods at him with the smile still on her face and her eyes narrowed at him, studying him.
“Miss Niima,” he starts.
“Please,” she interrupts, “call me Rey.”
He loses his thoughts for a second, he scrambles then in his head, “Uhh, Rey, you became successful at quite a young age. To what do you-“
“To what do I owe my success? God, Mr. Solo, I was hoping you would come in here with more original questions.”
“Please,” he retorts stunned, “call me Ben.”
“Ben, that’s a question that I’ve been asked so many times by other magazines. It’s practically common knowledge at this point. But to quickly answer it- I’m good at figuring things out. I like puzzles. I like challenges. I like challenging myself. So if I can figure out a puzzle, I’m set. That’s what I’ve done to get to where I am. Figuring out puzzles.” She moves off of the desk and starts to walk towards him. He practically sees her move in slow motion with the way she sways her hips. He’s imagining it. But then she puts both hands on either arm rest and leans into him and says softly, “Now, Ben, ask me something else. What would you like to know? First question that comes up.” She purses her lips and makes a suggestive face and looks down in his lap quickly but he notices.
“Do you have someone?” It sounded better in his head. Saying someone sounded weird out loud. What did that even mean? And why was he asking her that of all the questions he had prepared for this? His perfume was making his thought process hazy.
She laughed and picked her hands up off of the chair arms and sat in the other chair opposite him with her legs crossed and her skirt riding up a bit so that he could start to see the top of her stockings.
“Like, do I have a business partner or do you possibly mean a lover?” He could hear her snickering at him.
“Of course I mean a business partner,” he felt flustered. The words came out a little shaky. Why would he ask her that? It’s none of his business. He doesn’t need to know about her love life. But he wants to. He wants to know if there’s someone she goes home to every night. Someone she thinks about in the middle of the day. Someone who peels those stockings off of her legs. Someone who unbuttons the rest of her shirt.
The corners of her mouth curled up as he babbled on. “Oh, I know what you meant, Ben. And no, I don’t have a business partner. It was all me on my own which is something I’m extremely proud of.” She stopped for a second to breath and narrowed her eyes at him moving in a little closer with her head resting in her hands on the arm of Ben’s chair. She continued, “As for a lover,” he pinched his thigh where she couldn’t see to distract himself and his dick as she spoke, “I don’t have one. But I am looking.”
Ben swallowed. His mouth was hanging open and Rey leaned in, put her soft fingers under his chin, and closed his mouth while licking her lips. She stood up when the doors to her office opened and her assistant came in to tell her about her meeting in 5 minutes.
“Push it back, they can wait. I’m still being interviewed by Ben.” Rey said as she gestured towards Ben squirming in his seat. He took that as his moment. He couldn’t sit here any longer unless he wanted a full hard on in front of her.
“No, no, it’s fine. You go to your meeting I don’t want to intrude. I think I got everything I needed.” He stood, collected his things, and turned to look at Rey and extended his hand. Her face had changed. Before she was so sure of what she was doing. Determined almost to make him uncomfortable but instead now she was the one left confused and stunned. Her mouth was open, ready to speak, but nothing came out. She looked down at his hand and shook it. “It was nice to meet you, Miss Niima.” He said as he stared into her eyes. Even though her face said one thing her eyes still were as commanding as ever. The hazel halo of them burned into his memory and he knew that they were the only ones he would think about when he gets home later.
Their hands lingered for a second. Holding onto each other. Ben didn’t really want to go but he knew he had to. Who knows what kind of decisions he would make or things he would say if he spent any longer in her presence. Her scent and perfume was already stuck under his nose.
He’s the one who broke their touch. He let go of her hand and started to walk away, clenching his fist so tight that his nails made some indents in his palm. He heard her call after him saying that she barely answered any questions but he didn’t turn around he kept walking down to the elevator and down into the street to his car and off to home. He felt her eyes on him the whole time. He didn’t take a second to look up at her office window in her building before he drove home. He needed to get away from her. He couldn’t think around her.
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Rey heard Ben enter her office before she saw him. She lifted her head that was slumped over her desk looking at documents she needed to sign and saw a large man scrambling around the floor with his things scattered everywhere. By the time she walked over to him to make sure he was alright and to help him he had grabbed all of his things.
His head of long almost black hair was still down looking at the floor and Rey tilted her head and thought about him for a second. She liked the picture she had in her head of him on his knees like this in front of her. Him begging her. Her leg over his shoulder. Her hands caught up in his hair. She wraps one hand around her neck and squeezes for a second while she closes her eyes and then looks back down at him and holds out her hand.
She saw the flush in his cheeks when he first looked up at her. Good, she thought. She liked seeing that from him. It made her feel something to get a reaction out of him like that. No matter how small it was. Her breath hitches slightly when he grabs her hand. His hand is rough and calloused. She loves the way it feels against hers. She wants his hands all over her.
He blushes even more when he apologizes for stumbling into her office and making the entrance he did. Rey finds it cute when he apologizes. She loves to hear those words slip from his tongue. It’s so close to him begging. Begging her. She can feel herself getting wet just from his voice. It’s so deep. She wants to hear him whisper things to her.
He seems to blush even more at her joke about his… big feet. She bets he has a big cock too. She knows he does.
Part of hates herself for thinking about all of this the moment he walks, or stumbles, rather into her office. She hates how much she suddenly craves his touch. She hates how badly she’s already thinking about him shoving his cock into her. She’s flushed just thinking about it and hopes he doesn’t notice. She walks back towards her desk and he follows her. She sits down on the top of her desk because that's more casual right? Also, she doesn’t want to be right next to him. She undoes the top few buttons on her shirt to relieve some of the heat trapped inside of her.
He’s awkward as he pulls out his recorder and questions, probably from her, but he’s so fucking cute. Then when he opens his mouth for the first question, her cunt clenches at his voice and her underwear starts to become damp. But then she knows exactly what question he’s going to ask. It’s the same first question she’s always been asked and she’s sick of it. She’s told the same story every single time. She hates thinking about the past that got her here. It honestly still hurts. Even though Ben is awkward, she teases him about the question. Just a little bit to see the tops of his ears peeking out under his dark hair turn red. She knew he’d be fun and not fuss about it when he repeated the same thing she’d said to him about what to call her with a little toothless smirk on his face. He liked to play. He could tease her right back. Just what Rey wanted.
She moved closer to him to make him a little more comfortable or maybe a little more uncomfortable. Maybe a little of both. Rey liked seeming him blush and squirm in the chair. She liked that she did this to him. Made him like this. She saw him try to subtly fix his pants as she talked. He probably hoped she didn’t see the way he adjusted the bulge in his pants but of course she did. She wouldn’t let him know that she did.
His question about her having a partner was unexpected but Rey took it as an opportunity to tease him more. All of it came to a halt when her assistant interrupted them. Rey was sure if she had a few more minutes with Ben that she’d get him to crack. She’d have him begging her for something. Maybe she’d be sitting in his lap in one of these chairs or she’d be on her desk with him between her legs.
Ben ran out of her office faster than he walked in. She's surprised he didn’t trip this time. He left her with her mouth gaping open and an ache between her legs. She did feel some satisfaction in the fact that she knew he left so abruptly because he was so hard for her. She watched him from the window as he walked out of the office building and into his little car. She had told her assistant to push her meeting back. She needed to rub one out quick. Rey could still feel the way his hand held hers when they shook hands just minutes ago and she shoved that hand down into the waistband of her pants and into her underwear where she was already so slick. She stood in the window and watched him down there as she touched herself; thinking about him.
She made herself come so quickly thinking about his hands wrapped around her, his fingers inside of her. That nervous tongue licking her wetness. She came with a cry and braced herself with a hand on the tinted glass windows. She looked at the handprint she left on the glass as she panted and brought herself back down to the real world.
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Ben totally jerked off as soon as he got home since he was uncomfortably trying to drive with a hard on. He jumped in the shower to muffle the sound so his roommate wouldn’t hear him and he pulled his cock under the stream and pictured Rey’s small and perfectly manicured hands trying to wrap around him. He thought about her quick tongue and licking up a perfect strip on his shaft. She’d take him into her mouth. He’s too big. She’d have to use her hands to pump the part of his cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth. He thought about her looking up at him with those commanding eyes. Waiting for him to come. And he did. He came with a grunt and a hand on his shower wall, holding on for some sort of purchase. Though he wished his hands were tangled in Rey’s brown hair. His come ran down the shower drain and mixed with the steaming water as he opened his eyes and watched it with a bit of sudden shame creeping its way into his head.