Behind the Mahogany Desk Ch. 02

Mikhaila laughed watching Emily put the hotel style 'do not disturb' sign on the outside of her door and locked it before walking out closing the door behind her. Opening the note she finished reading it.

'While you're showering and getting dressed, even at the restaurant I want you to know no matter how hot and sexy I know this gift is going to look on you. I want nothing more than to tear it off of you and move my mouth over every inch of your beautiful body and feel and taste you as you get wet and ready for me to bury my cook deep inside you.

Have a fun shower and I'll see you in a few hours Mikhaila, Caleb.'

"What've you got up your sleeve this time Caleb," she said quietly looking from the note to the boxes wondering what he'd picked out for her. "It's a damn good thing I keep enough here in the office I can shower and not head out looking like a wet rat," she laughed standing up heading into her private bathroom to take a long hot shower, shave her legs along with everything else she kept shaved and hopefully relax.

Looking in the mirror she giggled seeing the green studded black lacquered hair spikes Caleb had included in the slightly smaller box marked 'open first'. Twisting the majority of her hair into a loose twist she let one long thick curl escape down her back along with the thin curled lengths she could never contain along her neck line.

Opening the box she'd also found a smaller box containing a dangerous looking pair of black strappy heels with slightly stacked bottoms and delicate straps that would circle her ankles. Pulling the tissue paper from the box she gasped pulling the embroidered black satin jacket from its nest. The thigh length jacket had a classic vintage look that'd never go out of style she'd thought as she ran her hand down the smooth sleeve.

Finishing her make up and patting her hair one last time, leaving the belt untied on her robe she stepping out of the bathroom wondering what type of outfit it was and if she'd have any under garments to go with it after Caleb's note.

Laughing she sat on the love seat beside the largest box knowing Caleb would've thought of everything since he'd remembered the spikes for her hair. Lifting the lid to the box she laughed seeing a tiny black satin thong nestled on top of a matching black satin corset.

Stepping out the bathroom wearing only the thong and corset and stockings, she smiled noticing the corset pushed her full breasts up instead of containing them, her nipples brushing along the very edge of the smooth fabric made her bite her lip when they tingled. Brushing her hands over her nipples before smoothing her hands down along the skin hugging fabric to the gentle swell of her hips she smiled thinking of how Caleb would enjoy seeing standing in nothing but the stiletto's, stockings, thong and corset when they finished dinner. Pulling the sides of the thong up a bit she felt her body flush when the material slipped easily along the smoothly shaven folds of her pussy.

Glancing at the clock she gasped seeing it was almost eight, knowing Martin would be down any minute. Pulling the strappy black mini dress from the box she slipped it over her head just as Martin knocked.

"Are you ready Mikhaila? Or should I let the driver know you might need some more time?" he laughed through the closed door.

Smoothing the flowing fabric over her hips, she felt her stomach tightening imagining Caleb's reaction to seeing her in the dress. She shook her head realizing the hem of the dress fell right along the edge of the lace band of her stockings, "I've just got to put my shoes on Martin," she chuckled unlocking the door and opening it.

"Oh my, I have to say even if we're to be late you're most certainly worth the wait Mikhaila," he said stepping into the office watching her sit down behind her desk modestly and begin putting the dangerous looking shoes on.

"Are you going to be able to walk in those?" he asked when she finished and stood up.

She smiled and spun around before walking over to grab the jacket and the small black clutch she'd put her keys and identification in for the evening. "I know they look like I'm walking on stilts," she laughed, slipping the jacket on, "But I've got use to them and never even notice them anymore. Let's go meet our car," she said stepping out of the office calmly.

Caleb looked out the window while his companion Phillip finished his phone call as they rode to the restaurant after having stopped by the town house to shower and change for the evening.

"Caleb, are you certain your young lady is not going to mind having her special dinner interrupted by having Martin and I both in attendance?" Phillip asked chuckling putting his phone back into his pocket. "After all something that looked that delicious deserves your undivided attention."

"Phillip you're going to find that Mikhaila's as focused on her work and her success if not more than we are," he said looking at Phillip. "I'll remind you that Mikhaila's no idea you'd walked into my room the other evening and heard our discussion or that you've seen some of the material that was open on my laptop," he said with a smile.

"Of course not," Phillip said with an understanding nod. "Again I must apologize for that, but at the same time I must say that was most enlightening should I say about the woman herself," he said thinking back to the videos he'd seen of Caleb and Mikhaila in various sexual positions in her office.

"I still don't understand why you're taking all four of us to dinner when you should be visiting that exquisite creature at her office or spending the time at home exploring what you've not been touching or tasting this past week while in Paris," Phillip said shaking his head.

Caleb laughed as the car slowed as they approached the restaurant. "I can assure you Phillip, Mikhaila and I make our fun anywhere we're at. Just promise me not to be shocked at anything that might happen this evening," he grinned before moving to step out of the car as the door was opened.

"It looks as thought our timing was perfect even with the detour we had to take," Martin said as their car pulled in behind the one Caleb was getting out of in front of them.

Mikhaila felt a rush of warmth in her stomach when she saw Caleb after he'd been gone for the past two weeks visiting some of the international offices. Her eyes moved over the sharp black suit he wore as he stepped to the car, shaking hands with Martin before he reached in taking her hand to help her from the car.

"Happy birthday," he said softly before hugging her tightly, his lips brushing her throat, placing small bites along it before turning toward his other guest.

"Martin I'm glad you could join us at such late notice, but I thought this would be a great chance for you to meet Mikhaila and also Phillip while he's in the states," he said making the introductions.

Running his hand down her side her felt her body lean against his slightly. "I think we should go inside and be seated so we can begin enjoying our evening," he said ushering them toward the doors of the elegant restaurant he'd chosen.

Mikhaila leaned back into the thickly padded booth sipping her wine while the men discussed some of the strategy they thought would be effective for the coming summer campaigns both in the states and internationally.

Caleb saw her relaxing, looking around the restaurant while they talked. Slipping his hand along the side of her stocking clad thigh before moving his fingers further over to caress the bare flesh above her stocking along her inner thigh he smothered a laugh when she gasped startling everyone at the table.

"I'm terribly sorry," she said with a blush setting her glass back down, "I was so intent on looking around I almost dropped my wine," she lied glancing at Caleb who winked at her.

"I think I should apologize for all of us Mikhaila we've taken up what was to be your special evening with talking business," Martin said raising his glass to her in a quiet toast. "I admit you've had far more patience than my wife would've had," he laughed.

"No need for the apology Martin since I've been sitting here wondering how rude Phillip would think if I asked if I could pick his brain for some ideas that I could use in our office," she laughed when Phillip bowed his acceptance to her. She glanced at Caleb who was silently continuing his torture along her legs brushing the back of his hand over the satin of her thong with each passing stroke.

"Excuse me Gentleman and Madame, but you have a phone call at the front desk," the waiter told Martin, who glanced around before sliding from the booth.

"I left the name and number of the restaurant with my wife," he explained, "Our oldest daughter is due to make me a grandfather any day now and I asked her to let me know immediately if things changed," he said quickly, following the waiter toward the phone.

Caleb leaned toward her kissing her cheek and smiling, "Well, how's your birthday been Mikhaila?" He asked, feeling her body tighten against his when his fingers brushed directly over the damp satin covering her clit.

She laughed when he winked at her. "Well other than the fact that I had to let three senior employees go today, I haven't spoken to my sister who's been so busy she can't even spare a minute for her own twin. And finally the gentleman that I'm room mates with has been out of town or should I say the country for the past few weeks leaving me alone, it's been just fine," she laughed at his pained expression when her hand dropped to stroke firmly along the length of his swollen cock beneath the table, her nails raking silently through the fabric of his slacks making his cock jump at her touch.

"Ouch dealing with what had to have been a scene, letting someone let alone three people go on your birthday is a tragedy," Phillip said wondering what was taking place beneath the table cloth seeing the two of them locking eyes and wills. "I told you Caleb that you needed to take this woman out and pamper her not expose her to business talk," he laughed when Mikhaila nodded and poked Caleb in the ribs as he tried to push his fingers beneath the elastic band of her thong and deep into the slickness she knew he'd found.

"I hate to do this but I'm going to be heading to the airport from the restaurant, the office is going to have my things sent to me," Martin explained stepping to the table. "It looks like if I'm not there for the birth of my granddaughter my wife and daughter both are planning on running me out of town after they disown me," he laughed.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Phillip and I hope we have another chance to talk shop. Mikhaila I want you to demand that these two spend the rest of the evening catering to nothing or anyone but you," he said slapping Caleb on the shoulder with a laugh.

"It looks as thought the corporate apartment's vacant so there's no need in trying to find a hotel that can compete with those of Paris Phillip," Caleb laughed handing the waiter his credit card for the bill.

"This will give me a chance to look over any notes Emily left me while your getting Phillip settled," she said when Caleb wrapped his arm around her waist escorting her toward the waiting car.

"Oh you just think you're going to be doing some work," Caleb said softly making Phillip chuckle before flashing her a smile when she glanced at him wondering what the two men had been discussing while he was out of town.

Caleb walked into her office after having shown Phillip the apartment the company kept on the upper floor of the complex for visiting employees. Stopping beside her chair he took her hand, tossing the papers she was looking over to the desk before pulling her from the chair and against him.

"Phillip's busy unpacking so we have a few minutes alone before he comes down for a drink," he said dropping his mouth to the skin along her collar bones.

Mikhaila laughed pushing back against him, "What makes you think we have time for anything?" she asked feeling the length of his cock grinding against her thigh. "I've already been accused of using my status of 'fucking a wanna be corporate yahoo' today to have my job," she said with a sigh, stepping back when he let her go watching her closely.

"What did you just say?" he asked the anger in his voice obvious.

She shook her head, leaning against the side of the desk while he sat down in the leather chair. "I'd really not like get into it but just a quick summary would be this. When I was trying to smooth things over today and not have to let three men go who have more time in with this company combined than the years I've been alive, two of them commented on us 'fucking' right under the noses of corporate and they're to blind to see it," she explained, "The worst part of it was Martin had walked in and heard some of the comments and accusations."

"I must say you American's have such an up tight manner about how someone should or shouldn't be allowed to behave," Phillip said from the door way. "Please excuse my over hearing, but I couldn't help but comment. In France if you made the choice to say carry on a physical relationship or 'fuck' as the American's so bluntly call it. But if you'd decided to fuck Caleb who is your superior in the work place and then you decided to say open the invitation to someone else equally positioned in the company, as long as it did not interfere with your quality of work then it would be no one's business but of those people involved," he explained stepping into the office pushing the door almost closed behind him before leaning against the door frame, his expression of disgust obvious.

"Maybe we should consider transferring to the Paris office Mikhaila," Caleb laughed winking at her.

She shook her head, smiling at each of them, turning she walked to sit on the arm of one of the chairs. "Knowing you your next thought would be 'think of the opportunities it would open up for us' so don't even say it," she laughed seeing both men redden slightly.

"I could see the moment you stepped from the car tonight that Caleb had exquisite taste in more than just business," Philip said smiling at her as he walked over to her desk running his hand along the grain of the smooth mahogany. "It is obvious that you also have equal taste seeing the beautiful workmanship of this desk, and knowing the work you do while at it," he said his voice almost a purr as he caressed the wood.

Caleb didn't dare look at Phillip for fear Mikhaila would see his expression. Turning toward her after he'd stood up he shrugged his shoulders when she silently asked what Phillip could be talking about. Winking at her he leaned down, "It has to be an educated guess or he's being sincere," he whispered quickly brushing his knuckles over her nipple as it peaked over the edge of the corset and poked invitingly through the fabric of her dress.

She caught her breath feeling her breast push against his hand when it remained casually against her while he leaned over her. Looking up she met his eyes and instantly knew there was more to this than what she was being told simply by the sparkle in his eyes.

Pushing Caleb back she stood up, walking over to the desk smiling. "My father works with wood Phillip and my mother is an artist so I grew up with an appreciation of finely crafted things," she explained moving around the desk to sit in her chair, sliding forward under the desk as she spread her legs slightly allowing Caleb to see the shadow of the thong covering her pussy.

Laughing Caleb shook his head before loosening his tie and taking off his jacket, tossing it on the back of the chair, before unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt, clearly relaxing.

"Phillip would you care to join us for a drink and relax after a long day of travel and an evening of business discussions?" he asked walking to the small bar along the shelved wall.

Unbuttoning his jacket Phillip looked at her, "Do you mind?" he asked before continuing to remove the dark charcoal grey double breasted jacket, putting it over the chair with Caleb's.

Mikhaila watched the men while Caleb poured each of them a healthy draft of brandy. Caleb's form she knew like her own, lean yet heavily muscled in all the right places due to his hours working out and boxing to relieve tension from work. Phillip was of equal height of over six foot, but where Caleb was mass and muscle. Phillip was slender and trim like a swimmer. His shoulders were broad without the same bulk of Caleb's.

Caleb smiled seeing her appreciative examination of Phillip while he walked around browsing the books lining the walls.

"Finding an appreciation for French men?" he asked quietly, chuckling when she blushed meeting his eyes. "I know for certain the appreciation is returned ten fold so no embarrassment needed Mikhaila," he said brushing a kiss over her cheek before answering something Phillip asked as he'd stopped in front of the large windows.

"Phillip did Caleb show you any of the interesting projects we work on here in this office?" she asked smiling sweetly, ignoring Caleb's laugh when she'd put the emphasis on the word 'interesting'.

Phillip shook his head, stepping over to take a seat on the love seat, "I'm sure all the projects involved in bringing an office back into the mix of things has been interesting as you put it. But any one in particular he hadn't mentioned," he said taking a sip of his brandy.

Caleb walked over, taking her hand pulling her from her chair before sitting down in it himself. Looking up at her he ran his hand along her thigh and up over her hip bunching the skirt of the dress slightly.

"I must add perceptive to your long list of attributes," he chuckled meeting her eyes. "Phillip did inadvertently walk into my room the other night while you and I were discussing our video play during conference calls," he laughed seeing the blush cover her cheeks.

"I can assure you that I was not meaning to eavesdrop or invade anyone's privacy Mikhaila," Phillip said quickly, "It just happened and after hearing what little I did hear clearly I couldn't help but ask Caleb about the content of the discussion," he explained.

"Should I now wonder what all he told you or should I use the word show you instead?" she said glancing from Phillip to Caleb while they both grinned sheepishly.

Turning to Caleb when he blatantly ran his hand under her dress caressing the firm curve of her ass, "And do I now have to wonder what the two of you or mainly you have cooked up as an end result to this closed door meeting?" she asked uncertain of how she felt of what his answer might be.

Standing up Caleb wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her against him, her face buried along the side of his neck. Holding her he brushed the loose curls from her neck before brushing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

"I would never do anything or ask for anything that you weren't completely sure of or we hadn't discussed," he said gently feeling her lean into him more. "And yes he and I discussed numerous scenarios, but that was just being caught up in the conversation and situation," he explained.

"Mikhaila for everything Caleb and I discussed there's something that I'd like to share with you," Phillip said quietly. "I am not one to push myself on a young woman nor into a situation where everyone involved is not one hundred percent in agreement. I am much more a voyeur than a participant no matter how odd that might sound."

She took a deep breath relaxing against him, his hands working magic along her spine while she listened to and digested what Phillip had told her.

"So you like to watch as opposed to participating?" she asked, her voice muffled against Caleb's shoulder.

Phillip stood, walking across the room he hesitated setting his glass on the desk before quietly stepping behind her. "You're correct Mikhaila," he said resting his hands gently along her waist, "I find pleasure in experiencing by watching others, seeing their movements, listening to the sounds. I open my mind to imagining what it would feel like if I was doing it myself, yet I use my brain to recreate that sensation," he explained. "Do not be mistaken that I myself don't have the desire to move my hands over your body as Caleb is doing, for it to have been my hand that slipped under your dress to caress you. I simply chose to stand back and observe unless my presence is requested."