Iowa Assignment

Mia stood in her boss' office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk, and clinging to her already strained patience.


"You're sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God's sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think, not miles and miles of nothing to do," she argued.


"You're going," he stated emphatically.



"Hal! I'm a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin' Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud," she spat with incredulity.


"Mia, you're getting married in a month. Even if you don't attend the meeting, I'm making you go. Go and think about this," Hal insisted, not backing down.


His face was filled with concern, and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath,
 asking, "Enforced vacation?"

"Yes," he said unapologetically, "You're engaged, but not wearing his ring. Face it, there's something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You're not happy, Mia."



"I am happy. I'm fucking thrilled, and it's none of your business anyways!"

"It is my business. I'm still your friend and your boss. As long as I have the ability, I'm going to make you think about your actions. Forever is a long fucking time. You're taking the Iowa assignment and that's the end of it."

Mia stepped back and took a seat in a leather chair, remembering how arguments, as vehement as this one, used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to think anymore. She just wanted to feel the way she used to.

"Okay," Mia agreed, "On one condition," she said with a hungry smile. Mia stood and walked toward him.


Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, "Mia," but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.



She approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned, licking her red lips.


Mia unzipped her skirt, and stepped out of a black half-slip, revealing garters, black stockings and heels, and leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.


Hal took in her shapely curves, and reached to squeeze her firm buttocks, caressing her, and thinking, holy fuck, I've missed this, but then remembered that tentatively, she belonged to another man.

"Mia." Hal warned, drawing her name out, "What are you doing? Remember, you're engaged."


She placed two fingers over his mouth, "Shhh. Don't," she instructed him.


Hal fell silent. They hadn't made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters, and they had agreed to keep it strictly business in the future.

Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him, and she closed her lips around him, relishing how he felt against her tongue. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock, and watched his face. His head fell back, and he released a low groan.


Mia pulled him fully into her mouth, through tight, sucking lips, and then slowly pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed her.

"Mmm hmm," she replied, filled with lust, longing, and unable to speak intelligently. Mia studied his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he's so fucking hard.

 I have to have him!

Hal grasped her sweet little ass cheeks more tightly, standing to push her back over his desk, and she pulled up her knees, perching stilettos at the edge. He ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight, volatile cunt, with his balls slapping her ass, and she writhed in his hands, searching for an edge to grip, and bit her lip, fighting to stay silent.

Hal pinched her pink nipples softly, squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love to her. He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn't. He'd broken the rules of their agreement, and he'd taken another man's fiance, and something about that added fuel to the fire.

He pushed into her pussy, deeper than he ever had. She vibrated beneath him, and he bent to kiss her belly. He gripped her hips, holding her tightly to him, and she wrapped her legs around his torso. Hal pummeled her, watching her squirm, with lust filled eyes locked on his, begging him to fulfill her, and she whispered, "I can't take anymore!"

"You can and you will, baby girl. You'll take everything I've got and beg for more."

"Hal, please!"

"Yes, beg me, slave. I'll give you what you need, if you do it sweetly enough."

"Please, I can't wait!"

Hal slowed down, drawing out her sweet agony. He reached into the desk, retrieved the stapler, and slid the cold, smooth, back side through her wetness, startling her, and she thrust her hips, pleading with him.

"That's my good girl. I know what you like. Beg me for it."

Mia arched her spine, pulling him in deeper, fastened between her thighs, and he pulled away, making just enough space to drag the stapler over her fiery clitoris, and her breath caught in her throat.

Hal tormented her, taking her to the edge of sanity, starting and stopping. He watched her features, knowing she was about to break, and he fucked her with long, merciless strokes, hauling her hips into him, just to watch her swallow a scream, and then pummeled her until they built a crescendo, which released in percussive detonations.

Mia bit her lip hard, fighting for silence and sanity, and he held his breath, forcing her cunt to his groin, until his thick girth throbbed in the confines of her depths.

By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.


Hal stood, staring down at her, drinking her in, and letting his breathing slow.

Mia pounced. "Please Hal, don't make me go."


She pleaded, batting her eyelashes, as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what else he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket, and stuffed it into her parted, crimson lips.



"You're going," he said staunchly.



Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, "Alone or tickets for two?"



Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, "Alone, then, we'll think about what comes next." He had the grin of a cat, with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.



"Okay, okay," she laughed at his determination, "but I'm already looking forward to my return!"."



"I'll pick you up at the airport," Hal taunted, "Wear something sexy, and no underwear, except stockings and garters."



Mia grinned at her victorious defeat, knowing that she wouldn't have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.