It was another busy Monday morning at the office. The phone was ringing off the hook as the first customers of the day started coming in. Kimberly, one of the senior receptionists, was already frazzled after just an hour on the job.

As she hung up yet another call, a meek voice piped up behind her. "Um, excuse me? I'm the new guy, Ethan. I just started today in the new employee program. Where should I, um, put my things?"

Kimberly whirled around, taking in the tall, lanky young man with the nervous, boyish face and lack of facial hair. He looked like he belonged in high school, not the corporate world. She sighed, remembering she was supposed to train the newbies.

"Over there," Kimberly snapped, pointing at an empty desk in the corner. "Go set up your computer and get ready for orientation at 10am sharp. I expect you to be paying attention."

Ethan gulped and scampered over to arrange his meager belongings. Kimberly watched him, noticing how awkward he seemed in his ill-fitting suit. Clearly the kid had no idea what he was in for.

As the day wore on, the phones never stopped ringing. Kimberly grew more and more frustrated with the non-stop calls and demanding clients. She could feel her temper rising by the minute.

Finally, at 5:01pm, she slammed down the receiver on the last caller of the evening. "That's it, I'm done!" She snapped at no one in particular. Ethan, still hunched over his first-day paperwork, looked up wide-eyed.

Kimberly locked her computer and stood up. "I'm going to get a drink. Want to come?" she asked brusquely.

Ethan perked up, looking honored to be included. "Oh, um, sure, yeah! I'd love to," he gushed.

At the bar down the street, Kimberly quickly ordered a double whiskey on the rocks. She downed half of it in one gulp and immediately felt a pleasant buzz.

"Wow, you must have had a really hard day," Ethan said, sipping his own drink—a fruity cocktail of some sort. He looked like he'd never been to a bar before.

"It's just...being a woman in the modern workplace. It's a real bitch sometimes," Kimberly grumbled. "I just wish I could find a real man to take my mind off it all."

Ethan looked at her curiously. "You mean, like, a boyfriend? I've never really had one of those myself," he admitted shyly.

Kimberly barked out a laugh. "A boyfriend? Please. I need a cock, not a commitment. I just want to be fucked really hard, you know"?

Ethan blushed bright red and stammered, "Oh, um, I see what you mean! Well, I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for. You seem, um, very...attractive to me."

Kimberly rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk. "You're sweet, kid. Kinda cute too." She downed the rest of her drink. "Want to get out of here and head back to my place?"

Ethan's eyes went wide. "You mean, like—

"Yes, that's what I mean," Kimberly cut in. "We can continue your orientation in private."

Ethan nodded enthusiastically, practically shaking with nervous excitement. As they left the bar, Kimberly reached over and brazenly grabbed Ethan's crotch. "Mmm, nice and hard already. I knew there was a man in you somewhere."

Back at her apartment, Kimberly wasted no time. She grabbed Ethan and shoved him against the wall, kissing him deeply. He kissed back clumsily, clearly inexperienced but eager to learn.

She tore off his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and abs. "God, you're so young and fit," she purred. "I bet you're hung like a horse too."

Ethan whimpered as Kimberly undid his belt and fly, pushing his pants down. His erection sprang out, thick and throbbing. "Oh my god," Kimberly breathed. "I was right. This is the cock I need."

She dropped to her knees and took Ethan in her mouth, sucking him hard and fast. He cried out, overwhelmed by the new sensations. "Ahh! Oh god, oh god, oh god," he moaned, his hands flying to Kimberly's head.

"Shhh, just relax," Kimberly murmured, stroking his shaft. "Let me make you feel good."

She continued sucking and stroking until Ethan was panting and trembling. "I think you're ready," she said with a smirk. "Bend me over the couch and fuck me hard."

Ethan did as he was told, his heart pounding as he entered Kimberly's tight heat. "Oh wow," he gasped. "You feel amazing!"

Kimberly grunted in satisfaction as Ethan started thrusting, hitting all the right spots. "That's it, just like that," she encouraged. "Fucking nail me with that big virgin cock."

Ethan set a fast, almost desperate pace, grunting with the effort. Kimberly squeezed him tighter, urging him on. "Harder," she demanded. "Pound me into the couch!"

Within minutes, Ethan was building to a peak. "I'm going to too. I'm going to—"

"Do it," Kimberly snapped. "Come in me. I want to feel it."

With a loud cry, Ethan climaxed hard, spurting deep inside her. Kimberly came a second later, clenching tight around him.

They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. "Holy shit," Ethan gasped. "That was incredible! Thank you!"

Kimberly laughed and patted his flank. "Welcome to the company. I think you'll fit in here just fine."

Ethan beamed, his face still flushed in the aftermath of his first time. He knew he had a lot to learn at this new job, but he was excited to get started.

The next morning, Ethan arrived at the office bright and early, his head still spinning from the previous night's events. He tried to focus on the orientation session with Kimberly, but he kept picturing her naked, that perfect ass in the air as he pounded into her. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to will away his morning wood.

Kimberly, meanwhile, seemed completely unaffected. She went through the presentation like a pro, explaining company policies and procedures in a brisk, professional tone. Ethan wondered how she could maintain such composure after the wild sex they'd had. He guessed that's what made her so good at her job.

As the training continued, Ethan found himself growing more and more distracted. He couldn't take his eyes off Kimberly's cleavage, taunting him from the low-cut top she wore. His mind kept conjuring up dirty scenarios—bending her over the conference table, fucking her senseless in the supply closet, making her scream his name for all the office to hear.

By lunchtime, Ethan was absolutely aching for her. He was so hard it hurt, and he knew he needed relief. An idea formed in his mind. Heart pounding, he approached Kimberly's desk after the noon break.

"Hey, um, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, shifting awkwardly.

Kimberly looked up from her laptop, one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. "What is it, Ethan? Don't tell me you've already broken something."

"No, no," he stammered. "It's just, I was wondering if maybe you could, um, show me around the building? Like, all the different areas and rooms?"

Kimberly narrowed her eyes. "What exactly are you looking for, Ethan? Because I'm not sure what you think you'll find scrubbing the janitorial closets."

Ethan gulped, his face flushing. "Well, I was hoping maybe you could show me that, um, special room? You know, for employee relations?"

Kimberly's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Ohh, I see what you're getting at. You want to fuck, don't you? Right here at the office."

Ethan nodded frantically, his erection straining painfully against his zipper. "Please, Kimberly. I need you so bad. I can't stop thinking about last night."

Kimberly sighed and stood up, smoothing her skirt. "I suppose it's my job to make sure you're properly trained. Follow me."

She led him down a hall to a door marked "Supply Closet—Authorized Personnel Only." Producing a keycard, she let them in and locked the door behind them.

The room was cramped and dim, shelves lined with staplers and paper reams. Not exactly romantic. But Ethan was too far gone to care. He pounced on Kimberly, kissing her fiercely as he ground against her.

"Fuck me," he demanded breathlessly. "I need that pussy."

Kimberly groaned and hiked up her skirt. "You want it; I'm going to give it to you." She turned and bent over a shelf, wiggling her bare ass at him invitingly.

Ethan fumbled with his belt, nearly ripping his fly in his haste. He freed his throbbing cock and plunged into Kimberly's soaked folds with a guttural moan.

"God, yes," he hissed, immediately setting a rough pace. "You're so fucking tight."

Kimberly pushed back against him, taking him deep. "That's right, pound that young cock in me," she encouraged. "Don't hold back."

Ethan didn't need to be told twice. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into her, grunting with the effort. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoed through the tiny room.

"I'm close," Kimberly panted, her voice strained. "Make me cum on your cock."

Ethan pistoned into her, determined to make her scream. He could feel his own climax building, his balls drawing up tight. With a final few sharp thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he cried, spurting hot and hard into Kimberly's fluttering sheath.

She came a second later, her pussy clamping down around him like a vise. "Oh god, yes!" she practically screamed, uncaring of who might overhear.

They collapsed together, panting and shaking in the aftermath. Kimberly straightened up and smoothed her hair, looking remarkably composed despite the sheen of sweat on her skin.

"You're a quick learner," she said with a wink. "I have a feeling you and I are going to be very close... colleagues."

Ethan just groaned at her terrible pun, his softening cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. He had a feeling his training was going to be very hands-on.

As they headed back to the office, he couldn't help but wonder what other "orientation" sessions Kimberly had in store for him. He was game for anything—after all, he was an eager new employee aiming to please.

The day continued much the same—moments of intense focus on Kimberly's training interspersed with covert dirty looks and stolen touches when possible. By the end of it, Ethan was aching again, his skin flushed and his eyes blown black with lust.

"Same time tomorrow?" Kimberly asked as they gathered their things to head out.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Ethan replied, only half-joking.

They made plans to meet up Saturday night as well, expanding their "orientation" to extracurricular activities. Ethan practically floated home, his mind already swimming with possibilities of what they might get up to.

As the week went on, their affair only grew bolder and more brazen. Kimberly showed him all the hidden nooks and crannies of the office building—the copy room, the break room, even the men's bathroom. They fucked with wild abandon, not caring who might catch them. It was exhilarating, being so wanton and reckless.

Ethan's work suffered a bit as a result, but Kimberly's glowing reviews made up for it. She praised his "eagerness to learn" and "unbridled enthusiasm." The double meaning wasn't lost on their coworkers, who began to whisper and snicker behind their hands.

Let them talk, Ethan thought. He was too blissed out on sex and power to care. Being Kimberly's office plaything was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He never wanted it to stop.

But stop it eventually did. Three months in, Kimberly called Ethan into her office after hours. He assumed it was for their usual tryst, but the serious look on her face gave him pause.

"Ethan, we need to talk," she said without preamble. "About us."

His heart began to race. This couldn't be good.

"I've loved our time together," Kimberly continued. "You've been an attentive pupil. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

"Let me go? What do you mean?" Ethan asked, grasping at straws. "Is this about my performance? I thought you said I was doing well!"

Kimberly sighed, her expression unreadable. "This isn't about work, Ethan. This is about you. And me. Look, I'm not going to lie. You've been a lot of fun. A nice distraction. But I can't keep this up forever."

Ethan's stomach dropped. He'd known their affair was temporary, that it would have to end eventually. But he'd never thought...

"You're breaking up with me," he said flatly, the words feeling like ash in his mouth.

"If you want to call it that," Kimberly shrugged. "I just think it's time for us to move on. I have to think about my career, my future. This...arrangement...it was fun while it lasted, but it's holding me back."

"So that's it then?" Ethan asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "You're just done with me? After everything we've been through?"

Kimberly leaned forward, her eyes cold. "Don't make this into something it's not, Ethan. You were a convenience for me, a way to blow off steam and get my rocks off at the office. But you were never anything more than that."

The words hit him like a slap. He'd thought their connection was real, that what they had was special. But now it seemed he'd just been her boy toy all along, a scratch for her itch.

"I see," he said, his voice hollow. "Well, if that's all I was to you, then I guess I should go."

"I'm sorry, Ethan. Truly," Kimberly said, not sounding sorry at all. "But this is for the best."

He nodded stiffly and gathered his things, not trusting himself to speak. He walked out of her office and out of the building in a daze.

The weeks that followed were some of the hardest of his life. Ethan moped around his apartment, hating the world and himself most of all. He'd been so stupid, letting himself fall for his boss. What had he been thinking?

In the end, he had no choice but to quit his job. He couldn't bear to see Kimberly every day, knowing she'd tossed him aside like yesterday's coffee. He gave his two weeks' notice and spent the time tying up his projects, avoiding her at all costs.

On his last day, he kept his eyes fixed on the elevator as he rode down to the lobby. He didn't look back as the doors slid shut, taking him away from the office and Kimberly.

It was over. And as much as it hurt, Ethan knew it was for the best. He needed to move on, to find a job—and a woman—who could love him for real.

But deep down, he feared a part of him would always belong to her. A foolish young man, bewitched by his sexy, powerful boss.

Kimberly had made him, body and soul. And in the end, she'd broken him too.