Chapter 1: Her

I’m sure no one had told me a new assistant was starting today. I felt a prang of guilt that I had been too slow to mask my surprise at her being sat in my section. Worried that I’d made the poor girl feel unimportant or in some way out of place on her first day.

Worse than my less than warm greeting of “oh hi” was the fact that I knew I wouldn’t redeem myself that morning. If she was seeking any immediate warmth from me as her superior she had sadly committed the biggest crime feasible, being gorgeous.

Working in a prominent position for a domestic violence charity sometimes requires an interesting wondered process. The fact that we happen to employ a number of gorgeous girls between 5 and 10 years my junior makes that even more of a minefield.

The wondered that I would ever appear to be too flirtatious with a colleague or that I’d overstep any unspoken line has made a fear in me. My best solution down the years has been to act especially stoic and cold with any colleague who I considered gorgeous. With that in mind I may as well have been an ice sculpture to Isobel.

Thin with pale almost porcelain skin, dark brown hair and delicate features. Small dainty hands and the most engaging brown eyes. Yes, I would have to fight extremely hard to not appear overly friendly, an internal battle to not dote on her.

Ah yes “dote” is a unique choice of words I suppose. To explain, when graced with the presence of a gorgeous woman, some men may have the inclination to “have them” to control and dominate them for their own desires. Then you will discover men like me. Men who see a women like Isobel and have to fight an internal battle to not place her on a pedestal, men who see such beauty through the eyes of worship and spend 8 hours fighting the urge to belay our respective job roles and beg to grab her coffee like some lovestruck lackey.

“Ice statue” was right. I barely engage with her at all. It is made harder as she is sat close to me. She is being trained by my assistant on numerous elements of the computer system. I make an effort to appear more busy than I actually am so that she may assume that is the reason I am not engaging with her. Maybe she does, maybe she just thinks I’m an arsehole. Either one is safer than her knowing that I am worried that if I said her name I would struggle to not follow it with the offer of a foot rub in the middle of our busy office.

I’m afraid this isn’t the type of erotica where I suddenly break and drop to my knees kissing her boots. The day passes without incident, I even make a couple of efforts to show some degree of warmth. Offering her platitudes about how she “shouldn’t feel overwhelmed with all the information”. She seems sweet but there is something a little different about her personality, a quiet confidence that you would not at all times associate with a 20 year old on their first day at a new business.

I’ve made it home and she has invaded my mind. All the thoughts of what I didn’t do are now racing through my head.

“Isobel I’m so pleased you’re here, I always take the view that it is my role to be of service to my team. Please do let me know if there is anything I can do to be of use to you!”

How quickly she saw right through my poor attempt at subtlety. No one else is within earshot, she holds curious eye contact with me, slightly tilting her head. She blatantly reaches out and pushes a pen from the side of the desk so that it lands just next to her boot.

“Pick that up.” I know she’s testing a boundary here and my heart is racing.

I am sat in a chair, the easiest motion would be for me to simply bend forward and collect the pen. The look in her eyes when she gave her instruction told me that “easy” was not what was expected. I stand up, then I kneel down.

I am kneeling before her, I can feel her eyes burning into me and I am extremely deliberate with every motion. I keep my eyes trained on the floor, in for a penny in for a pound I think as I attempt to appear as subservient as feasible without lingering long enough for anyone to see me. I reach forward and grab the pen and then it happens.

I see a gorgeous, black leather boot clamp my hand to the floor. I take a short but deep breath and quickly look up at her. God she is gorgeous. No one can see me but I know that the longer I am here the more likely that is to change. I don’t dare make an effort to pull my hand away, I offer a pleading look as she looks down at me. Her face is unchanged, I am panicking. I finally let out a gentle “please” it is almost silent yet speaks volumes, her face instantly breaks into a gorgeous grin and my hand is freed.

I wake up, I am in my flat and I am so turned on yet so very grateful that this was just a dream. This poor gorgeous girl would probably be shocked if she knew about my desperation to grovel at her feet, or so I wondered.

Chapter 2: Weakness

I sigh with relief, not loud enough to be noticeable but enough that I feel it internally. I am sat in a meeting with our Operations Manager Fran and she has just informed me that they had actually planned for Isobel to be in another department. They had needed her to train with my assistant as she had done the job intended for Isobel before working with me.

The past 3 days since I met her have been torturous. Having this beauty so close to me as I tried to remain professional, even just staying upright rather than a more fitting kneeling position has been tricky enough.

Worst of all is what I began to learn yesterday. This Goddess’ quiet confidence was not as quiet as I had wondered. She has taken to teasing me, very subtlety establishing a pattern where her banter was just accepted rather than followed by a retort of my own which has emboldened her to act ever so slightly bossy. At all times in a way that feels totally innocent. Me mentioning I was gonna grab a tea to which she would respond “not much milk and 1 sugar” with a smile. I didn’t know if she was joking but I think there was a small touch of surprise when I handed her the mug.

Feeling slightly emboldened myself to show a subtle sign of adoration, the next time I did not have my own cup when I returned from the kitchen with hers. A subtle contrast between making an extra as you’re already there and a pure act of service. One she luckily didn’t notice or at least didn’t opinion on.

I work with a number of gorgeous girls yet I have at all times managed to show no sign of this side of myself. Something about Isobel though, not just her unquestionable beauty but her charisma and teasing nature was making me weak. I could feel myself slipping and as such was so relieved to hear that from Thursday there would be a little more distance to keep me safe from my own weakness.

Thus began what I will refer to as the “don’t get caught staring” phase. Over the next few months we only interact occasionally. Due to the limited interactions I manage to calm my crush(worship) a little. Our office is open plan so I do still see her, I am sure she has caught me staring a few times but nothing that couldn’t be explained away as daydreaming.

I learn a little more about her. She just finished school with an acting degree. I discover her online user account used to advertise for potential opportunities in the acting world. I am sad that there is not a gigantic amount about her on there but I am awe struck by how gorgeous she is in her pictures. She is famous with her colleagues, quickly fitting into a friendship group of girls around the same age. I notice how she quickly feels like something of a leader in that group, she feels more mature somehow.

She becomes close with my assistant Maya. I can tell she feels disappointed when she finds out that Maya is gonna be leaving to travel. We all are but of course I notice Isobel’s reaction the most. I am very attune to why I notice things like this and I manage to see it as amusing in context.

All in all I have managed to settle into the feeling that this is just a simple crush on a gorgeous girl. My panic was for nothing.

Panic!

I am sat in a meeting with my boss and the subject of Maya’s replacement has come up, Fran informed me that her plan is for Isobel to cover at least until Maya returns from her travels. I agree as firstly I could think of no reason not to (I don’t believe that the old “might not be able to stop myself from dropping to my knees and adoringly showering her feet with kisses” would have flown). I also cannot deny it is an exciting prospect to spend more time around Isobel.

Over the next couple of weeks I have a couple of brief interactions with Isobel were I say things like “hey future teammate! Looking forward to working with you!” Goodness I feel uncool next to her. Her poise is something to behold.

She is at all times in very early. As I walk through the door she is already sitting in the desk immediately next to mine that had been Maya’s for the last 14 months. I made a special effort this morning, very light moose in my dark hair, fresh shave and even a small drop of my best aftershave. I made sure it would be subtle as we would be sitting in such close proximity.

I cannot believe how nervous I feel. Her first day in a new role inspires no such nerves in her. She smiles warmly as she sees me and shakes an empty mug at me with the most adorable of giggles. I play along with my most overacted “I’m annoyed but I like you so I’ll play along” face.

Things go shockingly well, she catches on so fast. My role involves clicking numerous buttons in numerous orders and it is totally monotonous to do let alone try and enthusiastically show someone else, as such I am delighted that I only need to show her each variation of button clicking routine once.

We are also really getting on, I even manage to seem quite outgoing around her. We talk about generic stuff but I can feel we are quickly developing some inside jokes and both having a good day. She tells me her plans for the weekend and that she needs to get her nails done tonight. I freeze for a millisecond daydreaming about any lucky person that got to pamper her.

“Earth to Peter, anybody home?” I am shaken out of my daydream and feel slightly embarrassed. “Oh sorry Isobel, yeah sounds like fun!”

“No silly goose, I asked what colour you think I should get my nails done?”

“Oh sorry, in my own world for a moment. Well urm red is always a good colour.” She gives me a weirdly knowing side eye then smiles.

I manage to keep my thoughts clean until after lunch. The other two people in our department are away from their desks when Isobel almost carelessly states “You know if you really want to choose what colour of my nails then you really should pay for them.” It almost sounds like she is simply thinking out loud but I can feel that she expects a response.

I am awestruck, it feels audacious even as a joke. I had not even mentioned her nails, simply responded to a question. I have far too many thoughts racing through my head to even think of a reply. She IS a Goddess, I should pay for her to be pampered. I should feel lucky to do it, I should worship her. “No, stop it stupid, she works for you. Think of how messy this could make things.” I pretend to not have heard, we both know I did.

“£40 would do it. Do you have it in your wallet or would you want to transfer it to me?” Her voice is still friendly, she just feels completely matter of fact about it. Why wouldn’t I pay for it? This feels like the most natural thing in the world to her.

I force a fake laugh, I try to speak knowing that I should tell her to “sod off” with a chuckle and be done with it. The truth is I don’t want this moment to end, I love seeing this pushy side of her, I am loving the wondered that she may know how much adoration I harbour towards her.

I don’t have too much more time to consider as she leans in and says in a voice that feels ever so slightly more sultry than before “You know you want to do it and I already know you will. Pay for my pretty toes to be done and enjoy knowing that you won’t even get to see them.” She giggles and sits back in her chair again.

“I have it in my wallet.”

Chapter 3: Understanding

What a weekend, mostly spent at home. I felt equal amounts of panic as I did excitement whilst I constantly replayed the breathtaking smile that I saw on Isobel’s face as I meekly handed her two £20 notes and for some reason whispered an almost robotic “thank you”.

Once the money had symbolically changed hands things felt completely typical again. If it wasn’t for the two missing twenties and the small sign of my excitement under the desk I might have been forgiven for thinking it had just been another of my Isobel dominated daydreams.

That is until it came time to call it a day and Isobel was saying goodbye to one of her work friends. There was a certain smugness to the little smile she gave as she looked over her friend’s shoulder towards my direction and said “right hun, got to go. Going to get my nails done.” I could feel a sense of joy at the fact that she had just wrapped me around her finger, her soon to be manicured finger.

As I walked through the door on Monday I began to feel something that I would become accustomed to, totally under the power of Goddess Isobel. She held the ability to make my life incredibly awkward in her hands. As stressful as that might sound I remember walking in and the only thing dominating my mind being how breathtakingly gorgeous she looked.

Her delicate features, flowing brown hair, long slender legs leading down to size 5 ankle boots with the freshly pedicured toes teasingly hidden from me. I was so awestruck that I would have accepted any consequence of my weakness for her in that moment.

Goddess Isobel did not choose this moment to further reduce me to her doormat. Shooting me a big grin she asked me how my weekend was and proceeded to make totally harmless small talk. This continued for the coming weeks and by the time the end of the month rolled around I felt totally at ease with her. I’d even say we had become very friendly at this point and she was doing great at her new role. I felt so very grateful that she had not mentioned my moment of weakness.

We had even taken to texting from time to time outside of work hours. Pretty generic WhatsApp messages going back and forth with me trying my absolute hardest to sound cool. The vanilla nature of these messages made me shocked when it came through at 20:00 on the last Friday of the month.

New WhatsApp Message:

“You forgot to pay for my monthly nail appointment before leaving the office, silly goose. I’m going to have to give you a small fine so you do better next time. Don’t forget to thank me.”

I felt shocked. I am not sure if it was the arrogant tone of the message, the anxiety of realising my previous simping was not forgotten or the excitement of being lucky enough to see this side of perfect Goddess Isobel again. Probably a mixture of all 3. I sat for a moment, 2 beers in and considered what I should type back when the second notification came through.

£ New Cashapp Request

“Isobel has requested £60”

I sat and I looked at it, there was a two word message with the request. It simply stated “chop chop” followed by a small green button that simply gave me the option to pay the request.

I knew this felt even more essential than the first time. Once can be a mistake, twice is a pattern. If I give in now I knew she had me, I played this through in my head about a thousand times in 60 seconds before shaking my head and saying out loud “she already has you Peter, she already has you.”

I press the pay button and a box opens to send a message. I assume this is usually used for happy birthday messages or to dictate which bill you are splitting, I know instantly that I only have one use for it. My hands are shaking and my cock is throbbing as I type out my message.

“Thank you Goddess Isobel.”

New WhatsApp Message:

“Good boy”