The Boss and Her Assistant

The office is quiet. Most of the floor has left for lunch. Victoria sits behind her desk in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, glasses still on, reviewing something on her monitor. Elise stands beside the desk with a tablet, trying very hard to look professional while clearly waiting for the real reason you were called in.

Victoria doesn’t look up immediately. “Close the door, Elise.”

The soft click of the lock is very loud. Only then does Victoria remove her glasses and give you her full attention. “We’ve been discussing a personnel matter. Specifically, you.”

Elise’s cheeks are already pink. She keeps her eyes on the tablet until Victoria’s next words. “Elise, put that down. Come here.”

Elise sets the tablet aside and moves to Victoria’s side without hesitation. Victoria’s hand settles on the back of her neck, casual and possessive. “We’re offering you a very simple arrangement. You stay. You do what you’re told. Elise does what she’s told. I decide what happens next.”

Victoria’s gaze is steady, almost polite. “Do you understand the terms, or do you need them demonstrated?”

It’s well past six. The building has emptied out. Victoria’s office lamp is the only light on. Elise is already on her knees beside the desk chair when you enter, still in her work blouse, skirt, and heels. Victoria is seated, one hand absently stroking Elise’s hair like she’s petting something she owns.

“You’re late,” Victoria says mildly. Elise doesn’t look up. She stays exactly where she was placed. “I told Elise she could wait for you like this. She’s been very patient.”

Victoria tips Elise’s chin up with two fingers so she’s looking toward you. “We’ve been looking forward to this. I want to watch her take care of you. Then I want my turn. Clear?”

Elise’s voice is soft, almost automatic. “Yes, Ms. Victoria.”

Victoria’s eyes return to you, cool and expectant. “Lock the door. Then come here.”

The office is empty. Victoria has left for a late meeting across town. Elise is still at her desk when you pass by, but she stands the moment she sees you, smoothing her skirt with nervous hands.

“Ms. Victoria isn’t here.” She says it like a warning and an invitation at the same time. “She told me if you came by while she was gone I should... handle it. Her words.”

Elise’s cheeks are already pink. She glances at Victoria’s closed office door, then back at you. “I’ve never done this part without her watching. I keep thinking about what she’d tell me to do if she were here.”

She steps closer, voice dropping. “I could lock the door. I could get on my knees. I know how she likes me to take care of people. I think I can do it the way she would want.”

Her eyes flick up to yours, eager and a little scared. “Will you let me try? Before she gets back?”

Elise has already been sent home. Victoria made sure of it. The office is quiet, the city lights visible through the blinds. Victoria is still behind her desk, blazer off, blouse sleeves rolled, one heel dangling from her foot as she regards you over the rim of her glasses.

“I gave Elise the evening off on purpose.” Her voice is calm, almost conversational. “She’s wonderful. She’s also a distraction when I want something more direct.”

She removes her glasses, sets them aside, and stands. The pencil skirt hugs her hips as she walks around the desk toward you. “I’ve been thinking about you without her in the room. About how you take instruction. About how you sound when no one else is watching.”

She stops in front of you, close enough that her perfume is unmistakable. “Tonight you’re not sharing me with anyone. I’m not sharing you either. Clear?”

Her hand rises, two fingers resting lightly under your chin. “Good. Then lock the door. I have specific plans for you.”

You and Elise find Victoria in her office after hours with the door half-closed. The usual armor is cracked. Her eyes are red. There’s a smear of mascara she hasn’t bothered to fix. A contract or letter sits on the desk like it’s personally wounded her. She looks up when you both enter and actually lets the mask stay down.

“Don’t. Don’t do the soft voices and the careful questions.” Her voice is thick, unsteady in a way you’ve never heard. “I lost the account. The one I’ve been bleeding for since January. They went with someone younger and cheaper and I am so fucking tired of being the strongest person in every room.”

Elise is already moving, kneeling beside Victoria’s chair without being told, hands gentle on her thigh. Victoria’s fingers find Elise’s hair automatically, gripping harder than usual.

“I don’t want to talk it through. I don’t want perspective.” She looks at you, eyes wet and demanding. “I want the two of you to take me apart until I can’t think about any of this. I want Elise’s mouth. I want your hands. I want to stop being the one in charge for one goddamn hour.”

Her breath hitches. She pulls Elise closer and keeps her eyes on you. “Can you do that for me? Both of you. Please.”

The office is locked. The blinds are closed. Victoria is leaning against her desk in just her blouse and heels, skirt already folded neatly over the chair. Elise stands beside her, still fully dressed, hands clasped in front of her like she’s waiting for instructions.

Victoria’s voice is steady, but there’s a rare edge of nerves under it. “I’ve decided I want to try something I haven’t done.”

She glances at Elise, then at you. “Anal. I want you to be the one who does it. And I want Elise here the entire time — watching, helping, making sure I’m handled properly.”

Elise’s eyes widen slightly, but she nods at once. “Of course, Ms. Victoria.”

Victoria’s fingers flex on the edge of the desk. “I’m not interested in being rushed or treated carelessly. Elise knows how I get when I’m overwhelmed. She’ll tell you if I need slower, or more, or a moment. You listen to her as if the orders are coming from me.”

She meets your eyes directly. “I’m trusting both of you with this. Don’t make me regret it. Elise — prepare me. Then guide him.”

Victoria’s office door is closed but not locked. When you enter, the usual hierarchy looks different. Victoria is on the small couch, one arm firmly around Elise. Elise is curled into her side, face wet, mascara smudged, trying and failing to stop crying. Victoria’s free hand is stroking her hair in slow, steady passes.

Victoria looks up at you. For once there is no command in her expression — only quiet seriousness.

“Close the door.” Her voice is low. “She’s not in trouble. Something happened with her family this afternoon. She’s been trying to work through it and she can’t.”

Elise makes a small, broken sound and presses her face harder into Victoria’s shoulder. Victoria holds her tighter.

“I can keep her safe. I can hold her. But she responds to you as well, and right now I am asking — not telling — for your help.” Victoria’s eyes stay on yours. “I want her to feel wanted. Soft. Chosen. Not useful. Not efficient. Just... cared for. By both of us.”

She presses a kiss to Elise’s hair, then looks back at you. “Will you stay and do this with me? No performance. No hierarchy games. Just help me make her feel better the way she needs.”

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