Jongin had always fantasized about that big table in the Head of Finance’s room. It was made of solid mahogany, sitting smack in the middle of a luscious maroon carpet that covered a ridiculous amount of space for an office of one person and so different from the modern metal things that filled most of he other offices.
The thing about that particular desk was that, other than the material it was made of it had a board attached to the front of the desk, so that it hid everything from the table-top downwards. It was also abnormally tall. And Jongin had remembered the Head of Finance requesting for funds to buy a taller chair so that he could type all those numbers and reports without straining his hands. It was tall enough that it would cover the entire bottom of a person’s body up to his waist when they stood in front of it.
Just the way the Secretary to the Head of Finance, Song Iseul, had her lower half covered as she now stood behind the desk.
From prior knowledge, Jongin also knew that there were two file cabinets behind, one of the right and one on the left. But there was a space left in between - big enough a space for a Head of Finance who, although rather slim loved to fidget around.
It was also bi enough for someone to fit inside - an adult of average size would even have a bit of wriggle room.
On his knees, mouth open, latching onto a certain area between the legs of a certain someone standing behind that wide space.
Shaking his head of the thought, Jongin focused his attention on Iseul, whom he noticed was slightly fidgety and nervous, as if she wanted to hide something. And Jongin’s thoughts immediately went back to underneath the desk - kneeling.
“Mr. Kim” Jongin snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that Iseul had spoken. “What are you doing here for?”
Jongin smiled, thinking that the way Iseul’s lips were pressed together seemed like she was holding back something. Maybe pleasure from a lick in between folds, or a swirl - something light, suitable for foreplay. “You see me nearly everyday, Iseul. You know that I usually come around this time to submit daily budgeting to Sehun as my job of being the Head of Assets Management.
“Ah…yes but…” A pause, and Jongin thought he saw Iseul biting the inside of her mouth, as if suppressing a deep groan, like someone had been flicking their tongue on the bundle of nerves underneath the folds, and the fluttering motions from that tongue was enticingly wonderful. “Mr. Oh isn’t in today.”
“I can see that” Jongin replied, raising an eyebrow. Iseul wasn’t usually this slow and methodical in her words. She’d usually tell Jongin, in a calm and politically correct way. to get the hell out of there until Sehun came back. It was as if her mind was somewhere else entirely.
Perhaps, somewhere like sex heaven. “Where is he?”
“Aah…uh…” The first syllable sounded too close like a moan. like someone had begun to pierce her opening with a sharp tongue and Iseul had to place her hand onto the desk to steady herself. “He’s…out.”
“Out?”
“Yeah.” Iseul’s cheeks seemed to be getting more flushed by the minute. Like the pace was beginning to increase, and Iseul was having a tough time keeping a grip on her sanity. “Uh…with a client.”
“Oh? Really?” That nod was just a little too frantic. “Where?”
“I…” A slight hitch of breath, just that short of being a gasp. Maybe that kneeling person had done something unexpected. Like bite down, or maybe he hummed softly - too soft to be heard over the rattle that the air-conditioning sometimes gave out. “I don’t know, Mr. Kim”
Jongin gave Iseul a funny look, and the woman stiffened. inside, Jongin was amused, though he gave no indication of it. “I thought, as his secretary, you should know where all his client appointments are?”
“It was…a last minute appointment!” Iseul waved her arm about in the air, before it came down abruptly, as if she had a hard time keeping her balance. Or maybe she needed both hands to grip the table, to keep herself under control. It would look rather odd if she started to thrust now. “He just rushed out. Didn’t tell me where he went.”
Ah…I see” Jongin nodded, as if thinking deeply about the reports he needed to hand to Sehun. He was really watching Iseul begin to bounce lightly on her feet - perhaps giving into temptation a little bit. “I suppose I can leave the reports here…”
“I think Mr. Oh would prefer if you gave him the reports straight, Mr. Kim” Iseul’s voice seemed a little strained. Like she was beginning to reach her end, but couldn’t release until Jongin left.
Jongin made a show of considering about it, and watched with much amusement as Iseul fidgeted more, fingers gripping the mahogany tightly, muscles taut. Finally, he relented, shrugging. “I guess I’ll come back later. Tell Sehun to give me a text.”
“Will do, Mr. Kim” And Jongin thought Iseul looked abnormally happy for him to be leaving. Maybe atthe thought of finally being able to release.
Or most likely, Jongin thought with a disappointed sigh, turning around to leave as he faced the reality that Sehun had just skipped out on work and was doing a girl somewhere while Iseul was left to cover up for him.
Then there was a sharp cry, and Jongin spun around to see Iseul panting, bending over the table, waving a frantic hand at him. “Sorry, I ah…just…kicked my foot on the table. Ow…”
More than a little perplexed, Jongin shrugged before leaving.
He had reached the elevator when he got a text message.
Hey thanks for your idea…and for dropping by. Made things all the more interesting.
Jongin blinked at the message, checking the sender before his eyebrows rose so high, they disappeared into his fringe.
The sender was Sehun.
By idea, do you mean that time we got some booze and I was telling you bout how your desk was perfect for giving someone a secret blowjob?
A few seconds before his phone vibrated again.
Yup.
Youre kidding me. Then just now…
Oh yes.
Huh. Well, well.
Next time, I’m going to try fucking her on top of the desk. See if mahogany is really sturdy as they say.
Should I make a call when you do? You know, maybe spice things up?
You’re such a horndog, Jongin.
He waited.
But alright.
Jongin smile. Seemed like what they said about patience and reward was true.
