Rex's norm

Of all the surprises to come by this morning, it just had to be her?

The red hair girl and the excuse Rex has been stroking his pole each night before becoming engulfed by sleep, and ever since meeting her.

Why did she leave without waiting for payment? Rex couldn't comprehend.

He would have tripled her service charge if only she had woken him up. Not like the girl had cared for a fee, she snuck out without waiting for such.

Still, Rex couldn't believe a newly opened fun-house offered pure minds for leisure.

A reason for his second visit, but to his disappointment, he didn't meet another butterfly like her to entertain him like she had.

Today, she appeared to be none other but his personal assistant.

Rex held her file, wondering what an intense night that had been. He had invested time toward bedding the lady rather than inquiring about her name.

'Angela', his lips slowly read out, as if memorizing each letter of its alphabet.

What a befitting name for such a dainty flower, she's not only a few feet away from him, due to work he would also see her everyday and most times travel with her.

Rex reaches out to caress his gin in a thoughtful motion, realizing for the first time, the delicate dilemma his pants and coincidence had gotten him into. Oh, how bizarre a work-environment can get, to team with an assistant who had but recently graced one's bed.

She didn't dress half as sexy as that night seven days ago, yet his third leg is begging to stretch its length underneath her pants.

Dropping the file, Rex stared at the few stacks of documents that required his signature, still his male workers might take delight, ogling those exposed legs of hers.

This is distracting to ones work, of all the gears she possibly owned, she just had to roll to the office on such clothes? Rex was disgruntled, at least for the sake of his third legs.

*Liar*

The conscious form of his existence, however, screamed at his morality,

Rex, you're just being protective of the hole you became the first to penetrate.

No, … it can't be about that aged superstitious. This sexual pull is from having her within proximity, Rex convinced himself.

Still, the sexual tension electrifying from the adjoining room danced with his pant’s need, fooling itself. At a point, Rex finally brought his hands to feel his now rigid member.

Is this floor not reserved for just you, the CEO and she, the assistant? Invite her in and none would barge into your office.

I don't and won't start bedding a lady more than once, past virgin or not, Rex saw himself responding.

Great, barely fifteen minutes of reacquainting with her, I have started talking to myself. No, this won't fly, he said to himself, immediately getting into work, to recall where his copy of the company's By-Law sat.

Rex assumes his pole needs to be trained if It's to spend months and possibly years working with Angela by his side, and as his assistant.

Rex's office is spacious.

It's designed to intimidate competitors and foster more deals into getting signed.

With cream-colored walls, tiled floors and desk standing proud, the resulting effect speaks of the financial cuttings its decorations amounted to have these crafts displayed in his office.

Apart from the visitor's chairs facing him, he also made provisions for client's assembling, utilizing the resourceful space without neglecting a glamorous touch.

His numerous trophies from different accomplishments, each has a glitter to add to the indirect intimidation.

They perched on wooden constructs not too distant from his visitor's admirable eyes.

Bed. The company's engineer's thoughtfully attached an orthopedic, for the days the CEO worked until late and wished not to go home. Its room is on the right wing of his office, and Rex's third leg is recommending the need for it, but with the assistant to ruffle its sheet, and right away.

Rex retrieves his hand from his pole’s length, surprised to find himself often pleasuring himself these days.

Recollecting where the book ought to be, he walked uncomfortable, because of his hard-on, but at last he reached his bookshelf. Since he carefully arranged documents in order of their sizes, going through the smaller texts, he equipped himself with the book. Its contents have the key his dick requires against bending an assistant over his worktable, and… not stopping until ejaculation.

Rex opened the book to acquaint himself with the rules of the company's By-Law. .

There's a norm inside the booklet, Rex-field placed as a clause, Its purpose serves to prevent office-romance.

Rex reckons that his dick's reaction to the newly hired assistant proves his rod needs a constraining reminder.

Paying attention to each page, chapter 13 caught his delight.

Rex-field's by-law : section 14(a)

Coworkers are required to engage in the sole purpose of their employment and are hereby prohibited from indulging in office romances.

(B)

Representatives found having sex or caught in other sexually related stances, shall have their jobs queried, along with a fine of three thousand bucks.

(C)

None is excepted from the above norms, inclusive of the CEO himself but exceptional to amendment by the company's shareholders vetoes.

Just great, its words are intense, yet it's the perfect chain to restrain Rex from continuing what had started a few nights ago.

Or, perhaps he's not the only individual who needs to be acquainted with the rules' context.

With the booklet in hand, walking purposefully like any accomplished CEO should feel, Rex reached to push the adjoining door open.

Angela, however, takes no notice of his entrance, being immersed with integrating his assistant's past work, for the company's cooperative unit. With a thud, Rex dropped the book on her desk.

“Read that,” he flatly said, unmasking a layer of his growing annoyance, for seeing Angela flaunt those laps of hers.

I suppose the board and I need to implement changes toward the female dress codes.The ladies shouldn't move about, unknowingly seducing their bosses around here. Rex inwardly thought while on his way out of Angela's office. To this, his tool also agreed, not looking forward to the strain of experiencing blue balls on daily basis.

Many periods afterward and still waiting to have his copy of the booklet returned, Rex's pole throbs in excitement, expecting her to stroll in at any given moment.

However, minutes of disappointment later, and still no sign of Angela, Rex stood to go check on her. Angela's office was however void of her presence, along with the girly handbag he met earlier on.

What an uncanny behavior.

The new assistant didn't bother to inform me before leaving her duty post, Rex thought, reaching out to her desk, he picked up the booklet he's been waiting to have returned.

A look at his watch nudges, it's rest time. No wonder. Adjusting his suit jacket, he contemplates between going after her or returning to his office.

Rex's intuition nonetheless led him toward the cafeteria, where he hoped to meet the annoying assistant.

To think she's out there showcasing those legs? To this, Rex hurriedly added some more pace to his strides.

*****

There she stood, the woman who's been taunting the CEO's sleep, standing and laughing at Joseph's jokes, unbeknownst to her of Rex's growing Jealousy toward her friendly interaction with her new colleague.

What a charmer, already had a large crowd eating through her fingers. I doubt the men are, for good reasons, besides lusting after her limbs. Rex thought, feeling inwardly grumpy.

Even more so, his face contracts in annoyance at how engrossed the females were immersed in the conversation, while the men were eyeing what was his.

Rex considered dragging Angela by the hair and away from the hungry eyes of his male workers.

He withheld himself from such thoughts, very much surprised at himself for being interested.

I should leave the girl to enjoy her break-time, still, he moved in the other direction, deeper into the lunch hall and toward the caffeine maker. Reaching out for it, Rex knew he wouldn't get to sleep tonight as well. Nevertheless and with the hot coffee within his grasp, the model looking CEO, stood alone observing the happenings in front of him with great disdain.

Busy thinking of how best to extract Angela without seeming obvious of his motives, his phone chimes with a new notification.

Rex cared less except to peep at his devices time, he finds the day reading a minute past 1pm already? Still, it's the perfect excuse to use in getting the red-hair away from the flock of his male employees.

“Everyone back to your post, break time is a minute over.”

“Angela, I want you in my office now.”

Rex barked, not even bothering to mask his annoyance.

Just a few hours of starting work, and she's laughing overtly with only the male colleagues.

“Liar”

His pants, however, screamed, reminding him of Nicole and Lisa's presence as well.

Now, with his facial expression unreadable, Rex carried the disposable cup of his coffee along with him. He left everyone staring astound at Angela's bewildered countenance.

She stood, thinking that the boss was being annoyed with her for not returning the company's By-Law. Nonetheless, an upset Rex, walking back toward his big office, couldn't account to why he had been intensely upset with the new assistant.

It was just a one-night stand, but she came in today, dominating his space like she's the company's Mrs. Rex.