Tiny Secretary and Her Giant Boss by Sophie

Abigail’s knee wouldn’t stop bouncing, her eyes flicked down to her phone again. Her reflection shone her face back at herself as her stomach twisted itself into knots. No job had ever brought her in for a second interview, let alone a third one! If she didn’t land this job she didn’t know what she would do with herself.

In the 3 years since Abigail graduated from college, she bounced from job to job, never managing to hold down anything for longer than half a year at most for one reason or another. The worst gig she had was bartending at a dive bar where greasy college kids kept trying to hit on her while she was sleep-deprived and too thoroughly exhausted to handle their nonsense.

But now, she had a chance to turn things around and start a career for herself. Sharp Rock Industries was looking for an executive assistant for their CEO Jonathon Sharp and she made it through every bullshit test and interview they put in her way. The interviewer for the third and final interview even said that Abigail was a real standout for the position, and that she would hear from them before the week was up.

Now it was Friday, 3 pm and Abigail was sitting in a coffee shop as she tried to focus on something, anything that would distract her from the churning mess that was her stomach. Her coffee had long since ran cold before finally, FINALLY, her phone buzzed with the same number that came from the previous recruiter. She snatched it up in a heartbeat and answered.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, this is Olivia with Sharp Rock Industries. I am looking to speak with Abigail Robertson, is she available right now?”

“Yes, speaking, present… Hi”

“Hello Ms. Robertson. I just wanted to reach out regarding the past few rounds of interviews that you went through with us over the past couple of weeks. I went ahead and with the backing of the rest of the HR department recommended you to Mr. Sharp for the position. He agreed and would like to know when you are available to start?”

Abigail felt her head spin, her heart raced as something finally seemed to be going her way for the first time since she graduated. This was finally her chance to quit worrying about rent and to finally live the life she wanted to live. She gripped the phone a little tighter as she responded.

“I’m free to start whenever, I could even start on Monday if that works for you all.”

“That should be fine, we’ll make Mr. Sharp aware and have him be ready to meet you at 8 AM sharp. Come wearing business casual if you would like, Mr. Sharp is not terribly strict with attire, but he does expect a lot out of his assistants. I hope we emphasized this enough while you were being interviewed that this is a high performance, high stress position. If you are still okay with that, we will see you on Monday at 8 AM to clear through the paperwork and get you acquainted with Mr. Sharp and your daily activities.”

“That sounds great, I promise I’m up to the task and that I will see you guys on Monday. Thank you again so much for this opportunity!”

Abigail finished exchanging her pleasantries with Olivia and they parted ways. Abigail’s nervous energy welled up inside her as she teared up a little bit. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she quickly gathered her laptop and a few other belongings into her bag and chugged her very lukewarm coffee before rushing home. Her heart couldn’t stop racing as she drove herself home, thoughts rushing of what new life waited for her on Monday.

For the entire weekend, Abigail focuses only on preparing for her new job by treating herself to a shopping trip for brand new work clothes, a fresh haircut, and a good meal out with her best friend, Chloe. They dined for a while on Sunday before saying their goodbyes and letting Abigail head home to her apartment. She lay wide awake on her bed for several hours afterwards, unable to sleep from the excitement of starting a brand new job. Despite her excitement, Abigail manages to slow her breathing and fall asleep.

The next day, Abigail awakens and freshens up before putting on a fresh black skirt that hangs just below her knees, a light blue blouse that covers her simple white bra, and a black jacket over top of her blouse. She wore a pair of black tights and rounded off the outfit with a pair of black heels. Confident in her appearance and with everything she could imagine packed up into a sleek carrying bag she drove over to Sharp Rock Industries. The parking lot was massive and even though she arrived early it still took a few minutes for Abigail to find a parking spot. Stepping out of her car, Abigail took a second to appreciate the enormity of the office building before stepping briskly through the front door into the reception area.

As she stepped inside, a pair of receptionists flash her a warm smile.

“Good morning, can I help you with anything today?” The man behind the desk asked.

“Huh? Oh yes, I was hired recently and was told that there would be someone from HR would be here when I came in to help show me around. Do you know if they are around?”

“Ah yeah, are you Abigail?”

“Yes! That’s me” Abigail flashed the receptionist a grin as he reached over to a desktop phone and he pressed a few quick buttons and put the receiver to his ear. A few seconds passed before Abigail heard a voice on the other side.

The receptionist had a short conversation with the person on the other end and Abigail had her name mentioned a few times. By the time the conversation was over the receptionist turned his attention back to her and addressed her again.

“They are expecting you up on the 54th floor. Just step through the door to your right and choose any elevator that’s available. They’ll be waiting by the elevator doors for you.”

“Thank you so much for your help, have a good day.” Abigail gave him a little wave as she walked through the door and grabbed the first elevator available.

A few moments passed before a ‘ding’ sounded off and the double doors opened up and allowed Abigail to step inside. She pressed the button for the 54th floor and waited for the elevator to send her up to her destination.

The ride was relatively short, and before long Abigail met with a polite man named Raul from HR, who quickly guided her through all the paperwork necessary. Then, when it was all finally done, Raul stood up with Abigail and started to walk her over to the elevator, stopping to grab a few items from his desk first.

“Oh and before you go here’s your employee badge, you’re gonna want to keep that on you because it gets you access to the cafeteria for lunch, and it’ll open a lot of other doors around here. We gotta take security pretty seriously around here after the last few incidents. Alright let’s get you up to the 75th floor and introduce you to Mr. Sharp.”

Abigail and Raul rode the elevator for another 20 floors until they reached a large, open floor-style office space, with many serious individuals typing away at their desks or chatting away on their phones with business partners. No one spared a moment to look at Abigail and Raul as they strode through this mess of professionalism all the way to a large corner office that was entirely made of windows with no blinds. As they approached Mr. Sharp’s office they saw him at his desk with a bored expression on his face, as he seemed to be absentmindedly scrolling through something on his desktop.

“Must be his emails, strange that he’s not as busy as all the people out here though.” Thought Abigail to herself, wondering if all the frantic busywork was about to be pushed onto her instead. She pushed any second thoughts she might’ve been having out of her head as Raul started to stick his hand out for Mr. Sharp’s door, who had looked up from his computer and was watching them approach.

“Good morning Mr. Sharp, I’m Raul from HR and I brought along Abigail for her first day in the office.” Raul stood at the door threshold as he spoke in a cheery manner to the CEO of the company.

Mr. Sharp glanced over his monitors as he stared down Raul and Abigail, who was partially obscured from view by the doorway. He stuck a hand out and began to wave inwards. “Thank you Raul, please send Ms. Robertson in and I’ll take over from here.”

Raul stood to the side and offered a brief thumbs-up to Abigail as she walked past him and into the office, letting the door swing close behind her as Raul walked back to the elevator. Abigail felt her heart beating in her chest as Mr. Sharp stood up out of his chair, a couple of gray hairs peeking through his swept-over hair as he approached Abigail. The tension in the room felt palpable but Abigail could not find the words until Mr. Sharp stuck his hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Jonathon Sharp. It doesn't matter what you call me as long as it won’t make me call HR on you.” His hand hung in the air as a grin curled up on his lips as he gave his greeting.

“Oh, my name is Abigail Robertson. But I guess you already knew that, huh? Um, just Abigail is fine if you don’t wanna call me Ms. Robertson.” Abigail began to feel sweat forming on her back as her nervousness began to shine through in front of Mr. Sharp, but she managed to stick out her hand and shake his. Worries began to race through her mind as Mr. Sharp pulled his arm back and strolled back to his desk. He swiveled in his chair and looked out over Seattle briefly before turning back to Abigail. His face was set in a serious, rocky expression as he stared Abigail over. Worried that she lost her job off of a handshake, Abigail tried to open her mouth and start defending herself.

Strangely though, Mr. Sharp started to let out a chuckle as he bade Abigail to sit in one of the armchairs across from him. Abigail nervously took the seat as Mr. Sharp moved his monitors to the side and addressed her directly.

“So tell me Abigail, what exactly do you know about Sharp Rock Industries?” His tone was inquisitive, but Abigail couldn’t detect a motive behind this question.

“Um, I know you and your friend Elton Rock founded this company in the early 2000’s based on some technological breakthrough you discovered, but since then you guys have become a major pharmaceutical provider and medical tech producer.” Abigail stammered through what she remembered from the company’s About section from the website, and she kept trying to peer at Mr. Sharp’s eyes for any hint that she was doing good.

Mr. Sharp only chuckled as he opened his desk drawer, Abigail heard him riffle through a series of papers before he pulled out a bizarre looking toy gun. It looked like a ray gun complete with the little ball at the end of it that had a series of rings traveling down the “barrel” of the gun. “Very good, Abigail. While we are now a pharmaceutical company and medical tech producer, originally me and Elton started this company based off of this, the shrink ray. We figured out how to warp physics and control mass and matter safely.”

Abigail blinked rapidly as she leaned in, was this man fucking with her right now? A shrink ray was just a toy, there’s no way this guy was actually serious. Mr. Sharp seemed to catch onto her disbelief as he sighed and addressed her again.

“It’s fine if you don’t believe me, I can give you a demonstration if you would like? That is why I am showing this to you now, after all. I want you to carry out your duties while working in the drawer of my desk.” His face was stone serious, not an inch of a smile or joke showing across him. Thoughts raced through Abigail’s head before the comedy of the situation got to her as she jokingly replied.

“Sure, go ahead, let’s see what it’s like.” A smile formed across her face as Mr. Sharp aimed the ray gun directly at her and a series of cartoon whirring and beeping noises started to come from the gun. Just as Abigail was about to start giggling a green beam of energy fires from the ray gun and hits her dead center in the chest. Abigail’s body is enveloped in the green energy and she watches as Mr. Sharp slowly fades out of view until all she can see is the desk in front of her.

Abigail looks around at her surroundings and sees that she is barely four inches tall as the armrests of the chair around her loom over her. Looking down she sees that her clothes shrunk with her and she breathes a short sigh of relief before clapping her hands against her face, believing that she is just dreaming currently and that any moment now she’ll wake up. She doesn’t wake up, and instead she sees Mr. Sharp rise out of his chair and walk over to the armchair that she used to occupy.

“Now then, I will give you one last chance to back out of this job, Ms. Robertson. If you decline right now to work at this height inside of my desk drawer I will have no choice but to terminate your employment with us, and our company will work overtime to protect this secret of ours by making sure no one out there believes you. But if you choose to accept this offer, I will double the previously agreed upon salary and ensure that any and all debts in your name are cleared by the end of the week. What do you say? Is this deal to your liking?”

Mr. Sharp kneels down beside the chair and sticks his hand out, waiting for Abigail’s decision. Her heartbeat races as she considers her options; just a few days ago she was drowning in student debt and could hardly afford groceries after her rent and monthly payments, but now a six-figure salary and no debts whatsoever was right in front of her and all she had to do was be shrunk during the workday? There is no easy way to swallow your pride but Abigail thinks to herself that she’s strong enough to handle this and steps onto Mr. Sharp’s hand.

“Very good Abigail, I’m excited to have you on the team and I will let HR know at once to begin the changes to your job profile with us and to have them reach out to your debt holders.” Mr. Sharp kept his hand open and level as he made his way back to his desk. Once he sat down he let Abigail step off onto his desktop while he pulled on a tall cabinet door that slid out a foot tall drawer that looked like a completely renovated office cubicle, complete with miniature pc and lights on the inside. Abigail looked shocked and stared up at Mr. Sharp in confusion.

“What? Weren’t prepared for me to take good care of my secretary? This will be your basic work cubicle but if you would like any additions or modifications you just let me know and we will try our best to handle it, within reason of course. But for now, we’ve given you a pc with a dual screen setup and plenty of file cabinet space to work with, and on top of that this drawer is set up with top of the line air ventilation and filtration systems with a control panel built into your desk. Hop in and take a look around!”

Abigail climbed back into Mr. Sharp’s hand and let him bring her down to the “floor” of the cubicle. She stepped off and began to explore her new surroundings as Mr. Sharp watched her with mild interest. The room was spacious and cozy, currently warm enough that her jacket was a bit of a hindrance as she took it off and draped it over the high-backed office chair that she was provided. A microphone and speaker system rang to life on her desk as a familiar voice rang through.

“How is it in there? I spared no expense in ensuring the comfort of my secretary, and I even installed this communication interface so that you and I can chat if there is anything that you need. How about for now you get logged onto your pc and access your email? Once that’s done you should have a few more checklists to go through to get acquainted with your schedule and we can discuss all that after lunch. When you’re done and ready for lunch or need a bathroom break, there’s a door at the back of the cabinet that will unshrunk you and place you on the opposite end of my desk, and when you are ready to return you just need to stand at the same spot you came out of and press the button underneath my desk to return to your office. Pretty snazzy, huh?”

“This is incredible Mr. Sharp, with all this technology you could change the world! Why are you keeping all this to yourself?”

“Didn’t think the world was ready, plus I wanted to have my own sorts of fun with it before the government got their hands on it and started to regulate it all.” Mr. Sharp’s voice had a hint of an ulterior motive in it, but Abigail was still so thrown by what was happening around her that she didn’t pick up on it at all.

Abigail sat down at her computer and got to work, going through the motions of her first day and getting everything set up correctly and going through HR training that could’ve been an email before her stomach started to rumble. She buzzed Mr. Sharp and let him know that she had finished everything and was going to head to the cafeteria for lunch. Mr. Sharp said that was alright and she stepped up to the button inside the drawer and in a flash was outside of Mr. Sharp’s desk and back in his actual office.

Mr. Sharp waved at her as she stepped out and hopped into the elevator for lunch, her mind spinning as she thought about her first day so far and how bizarre it was that she was shrunken down to the size of an action figure not even fifteen minutes ago. Who could she tell about this? Would anyone believe her? Would they think she was crazy? Surely no one else at this office knew about Mr. Sharp’s technology, so Abigail resolved to stay quiet about it and tell people there was a desk inside Mr. Sharp’s office that she was working at if anyone questioned her, since that was technically the truth.

Making her way to the cafeteria on the 69th floor of Sharp Rock Industries, Abigail eats her lunch with Raul and a few other colleagues in HR that Raul introduces to her, but the conversation never turns to what Abigail thinks about the company or about Mr. Sharp, which confuses her slightly.

Abigail finishes her meal and spends the rest of her lunch break having a conversation with her new coworkers and as the hour passed by she finally waved goodbye as she went back up to the 75th floor and back into Mr. Sharp’s office. She re-entered her workspace inside the desk drawer and checked her emails to see what else awaited her.

Surprisingly, there was very little to do by the time 1 pm rolls around and Abigail is left checking her voicemails and refreshing her emails over and over again before leaning back in her chair and wondering if she should ask Mr. Sharp for anything else to do. Suddenly, the desk drawer starts to open and Mr. Sharp looks down at the shrunken Abigail, his eyes shining with an unusual hunger.

“Ms. Robertson, I trust that your lunch was good? His words were breathy and shaky, but Abigail did her best to speak into the mic with a clear voice.

“Yes Mr. Sharp it was delicious, I’m impressed the cooks for this building can serve everyone that level of food!”

“Yes yes, we pride ourselves on taking care of our workers here at Sharp Rock Industries. But now is the time that I ask you to take care of me and fulfill your… duties.” Mr. Sharp’s eyes narrowed as he said ‘duties’ and he moved his hand flat against the drawer’s floor, waiting for Abigail to step on.

Abigail kept her eyes trained on her enormous boss, and finally stepped onto his hands and was slowly ferried onto the top of Mr. Sharp’s desk. She stood on his desktop and watched him with careful eyes as he returned her stare. Breaking the silence, Mr. Sharp made a demand:

“Abigail, would you kindly undress for me?” He asked, no hint of malevolence or danger in his voice. Abigail stood there dumbfounded for a moment though, she was afraid to undress in front of this powerful man that she had only known for hardly a few hours. But even still, hearing his smooth, deep voice asking this of her did send a certain chill through her body that excited her, and knowing that everything in here was secret made her want to try with Mr. Sharp.

Slowly, Abigail began to undo the buttons on her blouse one by one while checking back up to Mr. Sharp and gauging his reaction. His expression doesn’t change until the last button of Abigail’s blouse comes undone and she slowly slides the shirt off of her body and throws it back towards Mr. Sharp’s keyboard. He licks his lips sensually as Abigail begins to unzip her skirt and lets it fall to her ankles, only for her to step forward out of it and then kick it away from herself as well.

Abigail now stood before Mr. Sharp wearing only her tights and her underwear, she bashfully crosses one leg over another and bends at the knees slightly, having had a moment of realizing what she’s doing and the humiliation of stripping in front of her boss catching up with her.

“Hey now, don’t go hiding the goods like that.” Mr. Sharp purred. It sounds to Abigail like he’s become a whole new person as he reaches his hands out towards his shrunken secretary. Abigail visibly flinches as the massive hand looms over her, and doesn’t rest flat against the desk like Mr. Sharp usually does. Then, she feels a pair of fingers pinch at the sides of her torso as she is listed up into the air.

Abigail begins to flail and kick her legs out of pure fright, desperate to be on solid ground again. Mr. Sharp carries her through the air as he brings her close to her face. The tight grip of his fingers prevents Abigail from wiggling free but Sharp is aware enough to not grip so tight as to hurt Abigail. He brings the struggling secretary up to his face and lifts her up so her feet are brought close to his nose. He inhales deeply as Abigail turns bright red at her boss’s actions as he exhales with a contented sigh.

“You smell exquisite, Ms. Robertson. It’s been so long since I’ve had a secretary as beautiful as you, the delicate curve of your legs, the accentuations of your breasts as your bra holds them up. You are stunning and it will bring me great joy if you would serve me and indulge in my desires.” Mr. Sharp said, extending his tongue and pressing Abigail’s feet against the slimy appendage.

Mr. Sharp’s saliva soaked through her tights in an instant and slowly Mr. Sharp began to lay more and more of her body onto this tongue before she was completely prone on Mr. Sharp’s tongue, facing upwards at his eyes as they began to look around through the glass windows to see if anyone was watching. After making certain that no one was peeping on him, Mr. Sharp pulled Abigail into his mouth and let his tongue begin to wash over Abigail.

Abigail was completely disoriented as she was pulled into the gaping maw of Mr. Sharp, his hot breath washed over her as the dark, wet surroundings dripped saliva onto her. Suddenly, she was flung into the cheek of Mr. Sharp by his tongue, and as she put her hands against his cheek and pulled her face away from the slick, wet flesh she suddenly felt his tongue run up against her ass. Abigail could do nothing as she was overpowered by the thick, hot tongue of Mr. Sharp lapping at her ass, coating her tights and panties in a thick saliva that seeped through to her skin.

Abigail felt the tickle of Mr. Sharp’s saliva reaching her asshole and could only do her best to brace herself against the inside of his cheek and take the continued licking.

On the outside, Mr. Sharp was truly pleased with himself, not once in the past few years since he came up with this idea has he gotten a single assistant to agree to the shrinking idea, and now he finally had one rolling around in his mouth. The feeling of Abigail’s tiny hands pressing into his cheek as his tongue rolled over her tiny body and groped her ass and legs over and over again caused quite a stir in Mr. Sharp’s pants. He surveyed through the office again and not a soul was looking in his direction, allowing him to undo the button on his pants and unzip them enough for him to slip his cock out of his pants.

Mr. Sharp’s penis slipped out from his underwear, and as his hand started to creep towards it so he could begin to play with himself, Mr. Sharp suddenly had a much better idea. Using his tongue, he pulled Abigail back to the center of his mouth and stuck it back out, letting the weary secretary catch her breath as she wiped away the saliva covering her face. Her exasperated gasps only served to make Mr. Sharp harder as he pulled Abigail off his tongue and gently wiped her down with a tissue.

Abigail felt the tissue wipe over her body, and struggled to resist as it passed over her until she was cleaned. Mr. Sharp had both her arms pinned above her body as she dangled over the rest of his body. Using his free hand, Mr. Sharp peeled Abigail's tights and panties off with one clean move, and after a brief moment of fidgeting undid the clasp on her bra as well. Depositing all of her discarded clothing into her cubicle, Mr. Sharp returned his focus to Abigail, still struggling between his pinched fingers as she dangled over him.

Giving in to his urges, Mr. Sharp released Abigail and watched as she plummeted towards his stomach. She hit his belly feet first and the impact caused her to bounce upwards slightly before she landed again and tumbled down the deep slope of his body before finally she reached the base of Mr. Sharp’s erect penis. Abigail slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position as she gazed at the towering erection that faced her down. She slowly stood up and looked around, Mr. Sharp’s well-groomed pubes formed a solid layer of hair that covered her feet and creeped up her ankles and Mr. Sharp’s cock itself was thicker than her current body, and nearly twice as tall.

Abigail stood in silence for a few seconds as the penis swayed back and forth from Mr. Sharp’s breathing, before she tried to slowly back up away from the monstrous pillar. Her retreat was blocked by the hand of Mr. Sharp, who looked at her with distaste in his eyes.

“Tsk tsk, that won’t do Ms. Robertson. I’m afraid we had a deal, and if you would like to keep this position, there are certain things I need you to do for me. I will give you one chance to fix your behavior, or we may need to terminate your position.”

His words were made with a shaking breath, he was aroused in this moment more than he has been in ages and waited to see what Abigail’s response would be. Abigail felt like she was in a whole other world, from the heat coming out of Mr. Sharp’s crotch, to the musky scent of his balls wafting up into her nose, it was enough to drive her mad as her brain cycled through so many thoughts before her body took over and began to walk towards Mr. Sharp’s dick.

With her body moving on her own, Abigail took a deep breath of Mr. Sharp’s musky scent and reached a hand out to feel up the life-sized dick in front of her. It was warm to the touch, and the skin was taut as she began to stroke it with both hands. Mr. Sharp let out a sharp inhale as Abigail’s tiny hands ran along his manhood and in his mind he was ecstatic, but kept his cool demeanor to see where Abigail would go from here.

With no other guidance to work off of, Abigail stepped even closer to Mr. Sharp’s penis and pressed her breasts against his shaft and she began to slowly rub them up and down as best she can at this size. Mr. Sharp lets out an agreeable moan as she does this and Abigail can see a trickling bead of precum rolling down the tip of his penis and falling off just near her. Seeing a drop of cum the size of her head does not reassure her, but her resolve to see this through does not waver as she continues to massage Mr. Sharp with her breasts.

“Very good Abigail, you’re doing so very well.” Breathes Mr. Sharp, his eyes beaming with excitement as his hands grip onto the rests on his office chair, not wanting to touch Abigail in fear of startling her.

Abigail heard his words of encouragement boom around her and felt herself blush as she was not very intimate with many people, so having her body be able to please someone even at this size was enough to begin to turn her on.

Just at that very moment, however, Mr. Sharp saw someone in the middle of what appeared to be a tense phone call. Mr. Sharp recognized him as Benjamin Worthwright, a very accomplished salesman in this company with over 20 years of experience. Benjamin was pacing around the office on his cell phone, likely talking to a customer before the phone call seemingly ends and Benjamin looks dejected, before making his way to Mr. Sharp’s office.

Mr. Sharp feels panic rush through himself. He couldn’t be caught with his dick out like he was some first year employee that was bored at his desk, but he also had the predicament of the young Abigail massaging his cock that he didn’t want to disturb. In a split-second decision, Mr. Sharp elected to whisper an apology down to Abigail right as he folded his cock back towards his waist, trapping Abigail between his waistline and his cock as he pulled his underwear and pants back into place. Benjamin made it to his door right as he finished buttoning his pants again and looking natural.

Abigail was thrown down and pinned underneath Mr. Sharp’s behemoth cock and before she could even understand, was sealed into the tight confines of his briefs. It was dark as Mr. Sharp put his black dress pants back on over them and rolled his chair underneath his desk, and the only air she could breathe was now thoroughly infused with the scent of Mr. Sharp’s musk and his precum.

Abigail’s mind raced in the darkness, she could hardly move her body at all but her arms were the only things she could move freely. Abigail was furious to be treated this way, like some doll that could be hidden at a moment’s notice because Mr. Sharp needed to get actual work done. But, in her anger, Abigail’s mind started to wander as she was trapped for what could end up being a long time as she heard Mr. Sharp discussing what sounded like a rather large business transaction with someone else. Her mind wandered to Mr. Sharp’s cock, how warm and heavy it felt pressed against her body, and how in the thick air that hung around her it was all she could keep her mind focused on as the two men above her kept speaking.

Abigail isn’t sure how many minutes passed before she finally broke under the weight of Mr. Sharp’s cock invading her mind, but she brought her arms up against this colossal thing and wrapped around it as she angled her face against the skin of Mr. Sharp’s penis. Her actions caught the attention of her boss, and his shifting in his seat let Abigail know that he was still extremely turned on.

Abigail began to test her luck, and pressed her tiny lips against the tense flesh of Mr. Sharp’s cock, and felt it twitch immediately from the stimulation. Abigail giggled inside her head knowing that Mr. Sharp has to fight to maintain his composure while Abigail can do whatever she wants inside his pants. Abigail continues to press kiss after kiss onto Mr. Sharp’s cock, her red lipstick leaving tiny stains on his penis if she presses her lips down hard enough. The thought of Mr. Sharp eventually discovering these little marks to remember Abigail by turns her on just a bit more, and she decides to get bolder.

Mr. Sharp is fighting against all his urges to kick Benjamin out of his office so he can play with Abigail more, but he knows he has to keep up appearances as he discusses with Benjamin the ramifications of potentially losing one of their biggest contracts by another company trying to undercut and worm their way into the market. Mr. Sharp starts to give Benjamin a lecture on what to do next, and nearly lets out a moan as he feels Abigail shifting around in his pants and soon after a barrage of tiny kisses begin to pepper his shaft. He struggles to maintain his composure as Benjamin arches an eyebrow at Mr. Sharp at some points in the conversation, but Mr. Sharp manages to quell the rising pleasure surging through him, until he feels a sharp tingling sensation on his cock.

Abigail has opened her mouth and placed it onto the thick, hard column that is Mr. Sharp’s penis and clamped down onto it, running her teeth along the massive penis. She isn’t big enough to even damage the skin, but she can feel Mr. Sharp shuddering as a moan escapes from his body before hearing him frantically apologize to the man he was speaking with as the two continue their conversation.

Before Abigail can try something else, Mr. Sharp readjusts his chair so that it is completely under his desk and the button to his pants is undone so that he can slip a hand into his underwear. Mr. Sharp briefly lifts his penis off of Abigail and uses his free fingers to grip her and bring her outside of his underwear.

The rush of fresh air hits Abigail like a cold wind over her nude body, and she hastily gulps down the air while cupped inside of Mr. Sharp’s hand as it keeps her hidden under his desk. Once she has caught her breath, Abigail turns her focus to trying to peek up at Mr. Sharp from underneath the desk, but she can’t see his face as he keeps his hands firmly under the desk. Abigail huffs and tries to move from Mr. Sharp’s hands but as she tries to move both his hands pin her to his right thigh. Mr. Sharp’s fingers keep her pinned and as she tries to squirm free again, she is distracted as the other hand of Mr. Sharp pulls back and brings a massive index finger to her breasts and begins to roughly massage them. Abigail involuntarily lets out a moan and after it escapes from her body she begins to turn red from embarrassment as she struggles with being turned on by Mr. Sharp groping her like this.

Mr. Sharp’s fingers are dexterous, and as he massages Abigail’s breasts he never uses enough force to cause pain to her, but the pressure is intense and Abigail feels her resistance to his hands slipping. The scent of his musk and the taste of his penis is still on her lips and Abigail continues to moan from the constant touching of Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp internally breathes a sigh of relief, his hands are occupied with keeping Abigail busy and he’s nearly at the end of helping Benjamin with regaining this customer. Things were going well and Mr. Sharp was letting his mind wander to what he was going to do to Abigail after Benjamin had left. He stifled a grin from growing across his lips as Benjamin stood up and thanked him. Before turning to leave, Benjamin reached a hand across Mr. Sharp’s desk to shake his hand and thank him for his help.

A moment of panic washed over Mr. Sharp, before he pulled the hand massaging Abigail away and gripped Benjamin's hand, thanking him for his contributions to the company and wishing him well. Benjamin turned and hurriedly exited the room and Mr. Sharp was finally alone with his secretary again. Mr. Sharp rolled his chair out slightly and inspected how Abigail was doing, and found the tiny woman still splayed out on his thigh after he pulled his hands away, her shrunken face red with pleasure and she was panting. Mr. Sharp grinned wide as he saw this and knew that she would perform perfectly in her role. As he moved his chair out from underneath his desk and let Abigail see the bright lights of his office again, he saw her stare at his face, and he let his smile linger on his face a bit longer for Abigail, before he plucked the horny woman up between his fingers again.

Abigail was lifted high into the air again, and was brought up just in front of Mr. Sharp’s mouth, his hot breath washing over Abigail with each exhale. She could tell that he had let his composure go, and that both of them were incredibly horny.

“Well well Abigail, it seems that even on your first day you’ve managed to impress me. I apologize for the interruption earlier, but how about we return to that moment.” Mr. Sharp said to Abigail in a low voice, before using his free hand to free his cock from his pants yet again.

Abigail glanced down at the massive tip of Mr. Sharp’s penis, slick with precum, and she raised her head back up to address Mr. Sharp.

“Gladly sir, but give me some warning next time before something comes up.” Abigail tried to say in a loud voice, and Mr. Sharp just barely heard her words before he chuckled.

“It was foolish of me to not be on the lookout for interruptions, and I promise next time I’ll keep better watch. Now let’s get back to enjoying each other.” Mr. Sharp purred as he began to lower Abigail back down to his groin.

Mr. Sharp gently places Abigail back onto his pubic mound and slowly pulls his hand back, letting Abigail roam freely on his body again. Abigail felt the warmth of Mr. Sharp’s groin flow up through her feet and she breathed in deeply Mr. Sharp’s musky scent as she continued to step closer to his penis. In just a few short steps she stands at the base of this monolith again and brings her hands around as much of the pillar as possible, letting her breasts press against the warm flesh as she resumes pressing small kisses against the center height of the penis in front of her. Mr. Sharp breathed in sharply as he felt Abigail pressing herself against him and it took all of his energy to not take her by the body and begin to masturbate using her as a little toy, even though he knew her body could stand up to it.

Instead, Mr. Sharp sat up a little more, letting his penis point more horizontally and watched as Abigail fought to remain on top of the cock. Slowly, Abigail got into a sitting position and Mr. Sharp could feel the tiny, wet lips of Abigail’s pussy pressing into him as Abigail began to grind her hips slowly against his cock. Mr. Sharp was infatuated with the sight of Abigail’s legs spilling out over his cock as he watched her ass move with the grinding of her hips, and the almost imperceptible sounds of Abigail moaning as she pleasure herself as well on his cock.

Mr. Sharp had been pent up for days, unable to cum because his wife was out on a vacation for the past few weeks and he did not gain the same pleasure from masturbating, so the stimulation of Abigail’s body and the arousal from his fantasy finally playing out caused the pleasure in his body to surge back towards his dick and after only a few minutes of Abigail grinding on him he felt the pressure in his penis and he knew that he had to do something to not cum on the underside of his desk.

“Ahh, ahh, I’m so close Abby, please take it all for me” He moaned as he lifted the tiny woman off his cock and pressed her midsection against the slit of his penis. Abigail looked like she was in a trance at first before she realized the situation she was in. The shocked expression on her face drove Mr. Sharp over the edge as he released his load all over the stomach and breasts of his secretary. The flow of cum was immediate and even after the initial burst he still had so much more to milk out as he used his free hand to stroke the length of his cock, letting the cum drip out onto Abigail.

Abigail was in total shock as she was pulled off of Mr. Sharp’s cock and then drenched in his semen. It coated her entire front side from the neck down and even as Mr. Sharp finished stroking himself off Abigail could feel small droplets force themselves out of his slit and onto her body. The slimy, thick liquid coated her body thoroughly as Mr. Sharp let his head roll back for a moment and Abigail could tell that as his penis began to shrink away from her that he was done, but that her quivering pussy may not get the release she was looking for. She had gotten so horny by grinding on top of Mr. Sharp’s hot penis that she had lost track of where she even was to begin with, and she despaired at not getting to cum and potentially having to have cum all over her body for the rest of the day.

But to her surprise, Mr. Sharp pulled the drawer on the opposite side of his desk open and revealed a miniature shower and bathtub inside, and he quickly lowered Abigail inside.

“I apologize for my crass finish there Ms. Robertson, it was not my intention to do that to you but I haven’t had an experience like that in my whole life, and it was truly magical, if there is anything I can do to /repay/ you for that ending please let me know once you have cleaned yourself off.”

Abigail notices the same communication system is connected to the wall of this drawer and she gives a nod as more semen falls off her hair and onto the floor. She steps into the shower and rinses herself off, making sure to get every last inch of her body hosed down and soaped up to erase the scent from herself.

While in the shower, Abigail’s pussy continued to pulse with lust and as she continued to rub herself she thought about Mr. Sharp’s promise and she hopped out of the shower, letting water drip onto the miniature tile floor as she used the microphone.

“Um, excuse me, Mr. Sharp? It’s Abigail.”

“Oh hello Abigail, that was quite a fast shower wasn’t it? Were you all set or was there something you’d like for me to bring for you?”

“Well I was just thinking about what you said after you, uh, finished on me and I’d like for you to help me finish now, sir.”

Silence overtook the bathroom that Abigail was in before she heard a hand rest on the handle and begin to pull it open. Mr. Sharp looked down at Abigail and placed his hand in front of the ledge and let Abigail step aboard and be carried up to Mr. Sharp’s face.

“What would you propose I do to repay you for your services to me earlier? I’m all ears” He said, his voice full of curiosity.

“I was thinking about it, and the moment you had placed me into your mouth was difficult for me at first, but I would like to try something similar and have you help me finish in your mouth.” Abigail did not try to hide her nude body from Mr. Sharp, and instead stood with one arm crossed underneath her breasts, holding them up slightly as she tried to appeal to Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp takes not even a second to think about Abigail’s request before nodding his head and reaching his hands out towards the tiny secretary. Abigail has acclimated to this fast and sticks her arms out and rests them on the fingers that pinch her on her sides and lifts her above Mr. Sharp’s mouth.

Abigail’s feet slid past Mr. Sharp’s lips and the rest of her body followed quickly after until only her head peeks out from his lips. Her pelvis rests on the tip of his tongue as her legs straddle the slippery appendage. Abigail’s hair flows out behind her and covers Mr. Sharp’s chin as he brings his head level again and looks back at his desktop as his tongue presses against Abigail’s pussy and begins to slowly massage it.

The enormous tongue presses against Abby’s pussy and she can feel the gentle bumps on it accentuate the rubbing motion as Mr. Sharp goes slow and methodical as Abigail moans from the pressure he applies when his tongue presses in against her. Mr. Sharp tries to not rush his actions, and only sparingly changes the speed or amount of pressure he is applying to Abigail and uses her moans as a sign that he is doing good and keeping her pleased.

Abigail wiggles and grinds her hips in rhythm with Mr. Sharp’s tongue, the pleasure from earlier on top of Mr. Sharp’s dick flooding back into her as she lets another moan pass from her lips. She can feel the tip of Mr. Sharp’s tongue press against her as some of it spills past her lips and deeper into her vagina. She gasps as Mr. Sharp applies more pressure and she feels his tongue press against her clit as it begins to stroke her pussy.

The pleasure is overwhelming for Abigail as she begins to mutter up towards Mr. Sharp

“Please sir, please I’m so close. Lick it faster for me.”

Mr. Sharp hadn’t been this turned on in ages and slowly ramped up the speed that his tongue moved against Abigail’s pussy, trying to match the speed of her gyrating hips without hurting her before he felt Abigail’s body tense and tighten, her legs gripping his tongue tightly and trying to hold him in place as he continued to lick. Abigail let out a long, howling moan as she climaxed atop Mr. Sharp’s tongue, and the juices of her pussy washed out into his mouth full of saliva, hardly enough for him to taste.

Abigail was panting and out of energy by the time Mr. Sharp carefully deposited her onto his palm, and he let her rest on his palm until she finally sat up, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“T-Thank you very much sir, that felt incredible…” There was something deeper to Abigail’s words, but Mr. Sharp had no idea if now was the time to bring it up with her.

“Of course Ms. Robertson, I was glad to be able to pay you back for the services you extended to me earlier. If you would like, I can drop you off in the shower drawer again and you can go home early if you would like.” Mr. Sharp had a pang of fear go through his chest as he worried that after all this Abigail would leave, and he began to cycle through ways of making her stay.

Instead, Abigail looked him in the eyes and asked: “Would it be okay for us to do this again, but without distractions? You’re the first person to make me feel that good and it really made me feel special!” She shouted that last bit and Mr. Sharp understood her red cheeks as he also blushed.

“Very well Ms. Robertson, but you’ll have to forgive me because it is getting very late in the day, and it won’t do to put you back in your clothes while you are covered in my spit. Please wash up and we can discuss doing this again when you return tomorrow.” Mr. Sharp said, laying the seeds for Abigail to return to the drawer tomorrow and pleasure him again.

Abigail nodded and agreed, taking a longer shower this time as Mr. Sharp grew the clothes he had accidentally covered in his spit and quickly cleaned them and dried them out to the best of his ability within the company laundry room. By the time he had returned, Abigail was pressing on the button to return to her office drawer.

Letting out a sigh, Abigail collapsed into her office chair just as the drawer slid open, and a hand reached down to drop off the neatly folded clothes before shutting the drawer again. Abigail slipped back into her full outfit and pressed the button to regrow herself and step back out into Mr. Sharp’s office. She was greeted by the sight of Mr. Sharp looking at her happily, and he addressed her

“So I take it I will be seeing you again tomorrow?” He asked, trying to not betray his desire for her to return.

“Hmmm, I guess you will, sir.” Abigail put a finger to her chin in mock thought, before flirtily giving her answer. Abigail winked at Mr. Sharp as she walked out of his office, hopped into an elevator with a few other people leaving for the day, and she spent the entire car ride home that evening thinking about her new secret life as her boss’s secretary and sex toy.