The Boring Accountant

The Boring Accountant

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is my first try at publishing, so please if you read this leave me some comments/feedback, good or bad, to help me get better! Not been working on this one very long, but i have quite a few more chapters to go. So if its liked enough ill publish more!: Benjamin has been pushed into his fathers business where being socially difficult is not good for the company...or his love life. After accusing his fathers accountant of being a bore, Benjamin is thrown into experiences hes never dreamed of. Francesca is always chasing her next injection of excitement. Why stick with one lover when two can be so very enjoyable? So being accused of being a bore should be taken as a challenge, dont you think? Will it turn into love or stay as a steep learning curve for both participants?

Summary

This is my first try at publishing, so please if you read this leave me some comments/feedback, good or bad, to help me get better! Not been working on this one very long, but i have quite a few more chapters to go. So if its liked enough ill publish more!:

Benjamin has been pushed into his fathers business where being socially difficult is not good for the company...or his love life. After accusing his fathers accountant of being a bore, Benjamin is thrown into experiences hes never dreamed of.
Francesca is always chasing her next injection of excitement. Why stick with one lover when two can be so very enjoyable? So being accused of being a bore should be taken as a challenge, dont you think?
Will it turn into love or stay as a steep learning curve for both participants?

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Boring Accountant

Author Chapter Note

Iv noticed only half of readers reading first chapter go on to read chapter 2, so i've done a bit of juggling around to make it more interesting to first time readers of my work. Chapter 2 is now added to chapter 1. Enjoy! Benjamin has been pushed into his father's business where being socially difficult is not good for the company...or his love life. After accusing his fathers accountant of being a bore, Benjamin is thrown into experiences he's never dreamed of. Francesca is always chasing her next injection of excitement. Why stick with one lover when two can be so very enjoyable? So being accused of being a bore should be taken as a challenge, don't you think? Will it turn into love or stay as a steep learning curve for both participants?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 02, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 02, 2012

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“Francesca Reynolds.” The prim voice came from over the top of his computer screen and Benjamin blinked, looking up before clicking another window on his screen.
“You don’t have an appointment…why was you let in the building?”
A casually arched eyebrow from under her fringe mocked him. “Is the fact I was let in not enough?”
“No. You need an appointment. Mr Green sees by appointme-”
“Yes, yes. Why don’t you go in and ask him if he will see me? I charge by the hour and as I made the arranged time, your companies on my clock. Tick-tock.” Francesca looked pointedly at the door to Mr Green’s office then her flashy watch. 
“I…I’ll just be…” Benjamin muttered, face flaming as she half smiled at him in mockery again. 
“I’ll make myself comfortable.” Miss Reynolds sauntered over to the waiting room sofas and casually reclined against one.
Nearly stumbling into Mr Greens office, Benjamin’s face was still flaming as Mr Green finished amending some correspondence replies Mia had for him. 
“Yes Benjamin?” Mr Green asked, looking up as Mia left his side and walked toward Benjamin, stopping next to him. 
“There is a Miss Reynolds here to see you…she has no appointment…” Benjamin tried to not sound like a fool but Mr Green appeared not to notice.
“Ah! Yes, I am expecting her. Did I not tell you Ben? I’m sorry, that must have been embarrassing.”
“I…ye-no, not at all. It‘s not a problem…who is she?” Benjamin sighed and Mia suppressed a smile.
“She’s the accountant I told you about!” Mr Green exclaimed as though Benjamin should have realised. Disbelief showed clearly on his face as he looked back toward the waiting room.
“She is? How can she be so successful? No, I guess she must be, after all everyone knows accountants are bores.” Benjamin laughed at his own joke but the room remained silent. 
“Actually she is erm…very much the fun, party animal.” Mia said hesitantly and when Mr Green chuckled Mia flushed, departing from the office.
Benjamin turned his eyes on Mr Green questioningly but he only shrugged. 
“Mia has…been out with Miss Reynolds a few times. Don’t go making a bad impression of us. A good friend of mine put me in touch with her and she wouldn’t normally take on a small company like us…”
“We’re not small!” His father’s company was a small architecture firm, but they specialised in small commercial and industrial building, not exactly Benjamin’s idea of architecture.
“In comparison…can you bring her through now? Why don’t you see if Mia needs a hand?” Mr Green winked at Benjamin who flushed again and shot him a look as he left the office.
When Benjamin walked back into the waiting room, Miss Reynolds and Mia were sitting close on the sofa together, chatting quietly. Mia’s hand was absently stroking small circles over Miss Reynolds hand, making his pulse jump a little. Mia had lovely hands. But then Benjamin registered just how lovely Miss Reynolds toned thighs were. Then those long legs uncrossed as she stood up and she was easily nearly nose to nose with him, that cocky, mocking grin back on her face.
“May I??” She didn’t wait for his answer just strode forward and into the office. 
Blinking after her, Benjamin didn’t see Mia get up to go till she had nearly left the waiting room.
“Mia! Do you, err… need a hand with those…”
“I’m ok thanks.” Mia smiled and sauntered off, tossing her sleek dark hair over her shoulder without a backward glance. 
Suppressing a groan, Benjamin walked into his small office and dropped into his chair. God, he had no luck with women. 

 

“I have got to say Mr Green, she really did a number on you.” Nearly an hour later, Francesca was not even a quarter way through their account but she could already see the damage done by the women who had first played the man in front of her then played with his books. “What was her position?”
“She started off just doing the admin jobs, but she quickly impressed me. She had Benjamin’s job, did my books, attended my meetings, god she even picked out my suits! It was…yeah, a damn good position.” Mr Green grumbled and Francesca reached over to pat his hand.
“I shall take these with me Mr Green-”
“Aaron, please.”
“-Aaron. Don’t worry, I’ll have them properly ordered within the week and we shall see about damage control after.” Gathering up the mass of logs proved quite the task and Francesca shook her head. “Have you not thought of keeping electronic copies?”
“Ah…I’m rather set in my ways. I’ll get Benjamin in, help you take them to the car.”
“I’m sure he’s busy…I’m afraid I came across as a bit full of myself with him.” Francesca admitted but Aaron gave a quiet chuckle and waved off her admission. 
“My boy, he’s such a bright lad but he has no social skills. Blunders through everything. Meetings, pitches, I…he let’s people walk over him. He doesn’t have the confidence-” Francesca saw the spark of an idea in Aaron’s eyes but she was too busy getting stuck on the words Aaron had used; my boy.
“Your…your boy?? As in,” Francesca swallowed, thinking of how rude she had been to a clients son. “son??”
Aaron gave a chuckle and nodding, asked her another favour. “Do you think you would mind taking him out?” Francesca blinked slowly, uncertain she’s heard her client correctly.
“Are you asking me to…take your son out on a date?”
“Bah, call it what you will, I would really like to see my son gain some confidence in himself. He doesn’t go out, he can’t seem to talk to any ladies…I need him to step up, be ready to take over from me one day but right now…”
“He’s a bit of a wet blanket?” Francesca offered and Aaron smiled, nodding.
“Exactly that. Look, don’t think of it as dating, just…boost him up, introduce him to new people, take him out to parties…”
“I don’t think my sort of parties are going to be his cup of tea, Mr Green.” Francesca said in amusement, standing up.
“Perhaps…if you could even get him to go to a party! Will you think about it at least?”
Francesca considered her client. Would it hurt to have some fun with his son? She quite enjoyed a challenge…”I shall see what I can do.” 


“Hey, Benjamin right? Thanks for helping me with these and I need to say sorry for being stuck-up earlier.”
Benjamin blinked in surprise, amazed she had even deigned to speak to him. 
“Err, no problem. I think.”
Francesca flashed him a smile and closed the boot of her flashy red convertible BMW. 
“Would you like to come out with me tonight?” Francesca purred at him and leaned her hip against her boot.
“You…what??” Benjamin spluttered, feeling his face flush. He reached up and loosened his tie, feeling way too hot! 
“You…” Francesca reached over and took hold of his tie, “…me,” she pulled him in lightly, “out tonight?” her fingers grazed over one of his nipples and Benjamin gave a startled jump.
“Y-you…want to take me out?” 
She rolled her eyes and gave the tie a little tug. “Think of it as my way of apologising? I get carried away sometimes”
“Ok” had he just agreed to go out with this minx??? No, he must have dreamt it.
“Want to meet me at the Oakland?”
Benjamin felt his jaw drop. Yes he had just agreed to go out with the minx. “Sure. 7?”
Francesca beamed at him, grazed his nipple again and slid into her car, revving the engine to life. “See you there.”

 

A little late, Francesca wandered into the Oakland, a bar renowned for it’s luxurious oak décor, and stopped just inside the door to the bar to take in Benjamin. From what Aaron had said about his son, he wasn’t the greatest socialite and had little confidence. Also, he’d not had a date in a while. Though he had a serious little crush on Mia which Francesca found adorable, though she couldn’t see it happening herself. Mia was more of a sex-crazed maniac that would have no time for a soft man like Benjamin. 
Benjamin was leaning against the bar, trying to look casual but his eyes were jumping everywhere, making eye contact with women then bouncing away. And he did draw attention. Long legs she was sure were as muscular as his arms, a strong angular face, roman nose and the most kissable lips underneath a mop of slightly curled dark hair. Sparkling green eyes…speaking of eyes, they were suddenly staring at her.
“Hey Benjamin.”
“Hello. You look lovely.” Benjamin swallowed compulsively, trying not to stare at the tight clingy dress that caressed her legs above her knees and lovingly sculpted her generous breasts. Francesca smiled and raked her eyes over him.
“Not so bad yourself.” He flushed and Francesca found it charming. 
“Have you eaten?” he asked her and she shook her head, leaning a shapely hip against the bar.
“Not yet.” Her eyes flickered with a promise that she soon would and Benjamin cursed wearing another tie as it suddenly felt to tight around his neck. 
“I-err-did you make much lee-way with Mr. Green?” Benjamin went to lean against the bar but slipped and bashed his elbow. Stifling a curse just barely, he risked a glance at Francesca who had covered her mouth to hide her smile as she hopped up onto a bar stool. Benjamin gladly did the same, careful not to make more of a clumsy fool of himself.
“You don’t have to call him Mr Green, Benjamin, I know he’s your dad.”
“Oh, well I get so used to calling him Mr Green at the office.”
“I can imagine. Not yet, that woman really totalled your books over.” Francesca ordered one of the bars cocktails and rested her chin in her palm to study him. “You’ve taken over her job right? Assisting your dad? I imagine this is it right? The big training to take over from your dad some day.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” Benjamin stared into his glass musingly and curiosity bit at Francesca.
“You don’t feel the same way?”
“I…I don’t mind working for him. Dad’s always had me working in his company, seeing me through university. It’s what I did the big business degree for…”
“How old are you?” Francesca was very interested, he certainly sounded fresh out of a degree.
“I’m 30.” Benjamin smiled when Francesca looked at him in disbelief. “What? Do I not look it? Did I fool you with the degree announcement?” Was he teasing her??
“You did actually. Wow…I didn’t expect this.” she smiled at him and took a long drink from her tall glass of cocktail. “Younger than me.”
“No way! You don’t look older than 26.” 
She burst out laughing then seemed genuinely surprised at herself. “I see you do have some charms in there somewhere.” Francesca moved her stool closer to him and crossed a leg over so it rested against his. Her bare leg. Like a young lad, he felt himself stir in his trousers.
After a few minutes of silence, he felt rather uncomfortable with the small rubbings her leg was making up his and he looked around the bar to distract himself. The bar was really classy, polished oak tables and elegant seating, quiet music thrumming in the background. And a lot of beautifully dressed people. Low lighting gave the place an inviting, cosy feel, relaxing him as much as he could with what Francesca was doing.
When her hand lightly touched his knee he nearly knocked his drink over from jumping in surprise.
“You really haven’t noticed how much the women here are staring at you have you? Even the ones with partners.” She was talking quietly so he leant forward to hear her better. When her lips lightly touched his ear his breath hitched in reaction. “Give them another minute, but the two ladies sitting in the left corner at a table? One black dress, the other blue? Their going to look at you again.”
Leaning back she twisted slightly so she could watch the women she mentioned and take in his reaction. Shaking his head he also turned slightly and took them in. They were striking together. Both dark haired and slightly exotic in feature and body, they reminded him of Mia, making his slightly throbbing cock grow more uncomfortable, making him shift awkwardly in his seat. 
When they did look over less than a minute later, they did indeed look at him. He felt like food on display for their hungry gazes and he quickly looked away, taking a drink. He’d also noticed them raking over Francesca and looking at her, she had a small smile on her face that was knowing and flirty when she looked at him.
“Want to go talk to them?” she asked him and a hot flush swept his body.
“But…I’m here with you? That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly.” He was confused.
A frown appeared but was quickly replaced by another little smile, “Ok, how about some food then?” When he nodded, relived, she shimmied off the stool making sure she used his thigh to grasp to help her get down. Biting back his groan he followed her but was late in realising she had chosen a table across from the two women.
“Why here?” He hissed at her but she just smiled and arched an eyebrow. 
“No harm in sitting here Benjamin.” she purred and sat down before he could argue.
Sliding into a chair he quickly picked up a menu and read it intently so he wouldn’t be tempted to look at the women again. After they had ordered, Francesca leaned into the corner of the booth and launched back into their conversation about his dad’s company. Growing relaxed at her easy chatter, he leaned back and idly cupped his pint glass, rubbing a thumb up and down through the condensation. When Francesca’s leg resumed her lazy ministrations against his leg he controlled his surprise but found his eyes darted over to the exotic women’s table encase they saw what she was doing. He met the eyes of the petite one with the thickest hair and found she was watching him. When their eyes met, she smiled and gently ran a tongue over her top lip staring at his thumb caressing his glass. 
Immediately he grew hot and dropped his hands away from the glass in embarrassment, thinking how provocative his action could have been. Francesca had stopped talking and was watching him intently with a small smile again. Shifting just slightly, her leg, now with a bare foot, travelled up and caressed his inner thigh. This time he did gasp and tried to scoot away but his movement made her foot nudge against his suddenly full erection and he stilled. Eyes wide, Francesca bit her bottom lip and he waited for what she would do, what she would say to belittle him. 
Instead she looked at him as her foot gently stroked back down his inner thigh then slowly back toward his erection. Gaze slipping from his, she looked at the two women and wet her lips, making a small movement that arched her back and thrust her generous chest outward. From where he sat, he could see her nipples were hard and glancing over, he saw the women were aptly watching. But then they stared at him intently, waiting. Benjamin felt so constrained and flushed, he eased back further into the booth trying to disappear, but he stretched his legs out wider, seemingly in invitation as he eased his erection into a better position. 
The women took reclining as an accidental invitation and made a move to gather their belongings and join them. Horrified, Benjamin jerked upright and hunched over his drink in rebuke. Francesca’s foot disappeared and the women muttered something about ‘teasing men’ before sauntering out of the bar. At that second, their food arrived and Francesca tucked into a hearty beef burger with all the trimmings she could get wedged into the bun.
“You know,” she murmured once she had swallowed, “women don’t take being teased very well. Their not going to look too kindly on another cock for a while.”
Benjamin nearly chocked on how casually she used ’cock’ while they were eating, and had to take a drink before he could reply. “Well, I’m sure they’ll get over it if they want to use another…cock…again. And you can’t talk about teasing.”
She arched an eyebrow but ignored his comment, replying to what he said first. “Their not going to use another cock.” She stared at him until her point sank in and he suddenly found he had a dry throat, hastily drinking deeply to cover his embarrassment.  He should have cottoned on.

 

They finished their meal in relative silence and Benjamin insisted on getting the bill when they left at just after nine. 
“Well err thanks for an…interesting…night. It was certainly different. Can I give you a lift home?” Benjamin prayed the minx would say no but she smiled and nodded, shrugging into her coat as the night air hit them bringing the fresh scent of rain.
She gave him directions towards St Georges Wharf, the ride quiet but comfortable, each occupied with their own thoughts. When he was directed into Vauxhall, then to Bridge House, his mouth dropped open in awe. He knew, by reputation only, these were luxury Penthouse’s. Francesca must be quite rich. It was one of the most gorgeous apartment buildings he had ever gazed on. 
“Wow, I can’t believe you actually live here! This is an amazing piece of architectural design.” Benjamin sounded breathless as he pulled into a parking bay in the buildings underground parking after Francesca had keyed them through.
“Come up and see it.” Her hand rested on his thigh again and he suppressed his reaction to gasp. 
Pulling at his tie and loosening it he cleared his throat and shook his head smiling lightly. “Ah, no. That’s quite ok. I’ll just…” This time he really did gasp as she reached over him and turned the engine off, her breasts looking a lot fuller as she did. When she reached down between his legs he jumped and made a noise to protest but she clasped the lever under his seat and deftly pushed his seat back, moving over to straddle him all in the same move.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” She purred as her hands loosened his tie some more and she slid her body down further on his thighs, dress riding up and revealing her well toned thighs.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?” he stammered, feeling like he was helpless as she firmly nestled herself on his crotch. On his very stiff erection. Groaning, he gripped the sides of his chair, certain he was going to be eaten alive by the minx. Not knowing if he liked the idea or if he should bolt.
“I’m letting you know, Benjamin, I am definitely not teasing you. I’m taking this…” a little roll of her hips made his hips buck and her hands fisted in the suit jacket he wore as she pressed her breasts against him, “…quite serious.” She whispered against his mouth then her tongue darted out and licked his lips. It was his undoing. With a drawn-out groan one hand fisted in the golden tumble of her hair while the other gripped her hip to hold her in place as he ground desperately against her. It had been too long.
Leaning over, she grabbed her purse and opened his car door, climbing off him and outside, tugging at his tie. He looked confusedly at her and she rolled her eyes. “I’m not doing this parked outside my building.” Leaning down toward him her breast’s threatened to tumble out of her dress as she whispered in his ear. “Your going to come with me upstairs, baby.” her teeth nipped his ear and he was out the car before he registered he was. 
Fumbling the lock, he hurried after her, stopping to gawk at the interior to the lobby of the building even as Francesca went and called the lift. No one was around and to catch his attention, she dipped one dainty hand inside her dress to circle a nipple. Tripping over his feet, he stopped near Francesca and reached out to wrap an arm awkwardly about her waist. 
The lift binged as the doors opened and they waited for a well dressed elderly man to step out, looking like some filthy rich sugar daddy, who nodded at Francesca in passing. Tugging him inside she pressed a button and pushed him against the elevator wall as the doors closed. No other lights for floors came on and she smiled at him hungrily, making him swallow nervously. Eaten. Defiantly. 


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