chapter 5

She drunk in the image of him; bent over his desk, groaning faintly and panting a little at the newly distended globe of his belly. She had noticed it on entering: in fact she had been looking for the outward curve of his round gut, but nothing could have prepared her for the rush of excitement she felt as he had sat back in his chair, a hand tentatively rubbing his swollen middle, as he tried to stifle his moans... And now he wanted to send her away?

"Don't apologize," she started towards him, smoothing her dress as she moved, making a show of running her hands over her tiny waist and drawing them across the slight curve of her hips, as she did so. She hoped that she had kept her tone sounding rather 'matter of fact' - without exposing the energy that pulsed through her at the sight of him, "My job here is to ensure that you have all the correct tools available to you to do your best, and most importantly to make you as comfortable as possible. Perhaps I could be of some further use this evening?"

He had straightened up from the desk as she approached, his gaze meeting hers as she stepped around the desk towards him, a mixture of embarrassment, a little shyness and from what she could tell a subtle tone of excitement at her closeness to him as he tried to work out how to respond. She moved quickly now, hoping that the shyness and embarrassment wouldn't win out and ruin her advances - this was after all her first day if things went badly now then it would irreparably render her time her awkward forever more. She reached forward starting to peel the jacket off his shoulders, and guiding him to turn and let her help him as she continued, "Tonight will be your most important meeting of the day, I could be there to take notes for you and perhaps help hold attention?"

She folded the jacket neatly over her arm aware that she gently pressed her bum against his girth (if only for the briefest of moments) as she reached around him to lay the garment upon his desk. She was careful to make the movement quick, a fleeting brush that didn't give him the opportunity to respond, but she knew he had felt it. William was facing her now as she returned her attention to him and without the bulk of the material around him, she could fully inspect him.

His belly - which had been only the smallest round globe that snugly filled his shirt this morning - stood out from his frame gloriously. Now that she could see it fully she noted that two of the buttons had already given way to its beach ball like state, exposing a sliver of his tender soft fat around the area of his belly button, whilst the others strained immensely. Several of them looked to be on the verge of popping seemingly held together with only the slightest of threads. His trousers were still snuggly fastened, even with the great mass of his belly hanging over the top of their waist band, she figured they would be digging into him painfully.

Only moments had passed, and she was centimeters away from him now - their closeness intensified by the excitement in the atmosphere. But, still she didn't provide the opportunity for him to interject, still perhaps a little insecure that he might turn her away if she were too explicit. She liked it this way: to play a little game with him, and to learn that he wanted her, to provide a little chase beforehand... Not that she thought he would be able to do much 'chasing' at the moment, she smiled at the thought.

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