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  I stand up, finally satisfied, and grab the drafts that I want typed up. I need to deliver these to the receptionist. They must go out as soon as possible.

  Before that, I quickly send an email to the other partners that the memo will be out shortly. No doubt they are already closing down their departments. It's sad that this has to be done, but it's better to be safe than sorry, or so I've heard.

  Chapter 4

  Samantha

  After that coffee run, I had to get a drink of water and spend a few moments in the bathroom to try and calm myself down. I don't know what came over me.

  Ben is my boss! The way he looked at me though, I couldn't help but blush and feel good all over. He's so handsome that it makes my knees go weak just thinking about him.

  It’s always been like this, but today it seemed he was really looking at me, even more than usual. There was a look of lust and longing in his eyes that I couldn’t deny. He wants me – bad. And I can’t say it’s not mutual, even though I know I shouldn’t feel that way about my boss. Some things just can’t be helped or stopped.

  I busy myself with organizing everything on my desk, but it still isn't enough to distract me. I get the sense that Ben is a very domineering man. I imagine him walking out here and clearing everything off my desk with one swipe of his muscular arm.

  He picks me up, pulling off my skirt. I'm trembling in awe before him, as I stand there in my blouse and panties. He knows what we both want and spreads my legs. He slides his fingers inside me first. He's satisfied when he feels how wet and ready I am.

  He unzips his pants and slides his huge cock inside of me. He takes me right there on the desk. I'm gasping and crying out, not in pain, but in delight. I've never had sex before and didn’t know it would feel this good. It's absolutely incredible.

  I jump when someone clears their throat in front of me. I'm shocked to see Ben is standing over my desk. I didn't even notice him walk out of his office. I try not to blush and am grateful that he can't tell what I was thinking about. I struggle to pay attention as he lays some handwritten notes in front of me.

  "I need you to type up an announcement to the whole company letting everyone know that we will be closing for the foreseeable future due to the Coronavirus outbreak," he says, indicating the papers he’s just put down.

  I nod immediately and take the notes.

  "This is important and must go out to everyone right away. They're saying it is serious, so everyone will need to self-quarantine at home. No one can be here," he states, his tone serious, before turning and walking back into his office.

  I had heard from my friends and the news that it was getting bad, and that a lot of people were losing their jobs. I never imagined it would happen here though. Ben and a lot of the other shareholders here are workaholics. I thought nothing could stop them from working.

  As I start to type up everything he gave me, it finally hits. Not only will I not have the safety of my job to distract me – and I guess I won’t even have a paycheck? – but I don't have a home to go to.

  Why did I fight with my landlord? Now I have nowhere to go and no money to pay a new security deposit and first month’s rent.

  But it’s not like I was going to stay anywhere where I couldn’t have my dog.

  The good mood I had been feeling quickly disappears. I wasn't sure my life could get any worse, but it appears that it has.

  I hurriedly type out the announcement, telling myself to concentrate on the task at hand and not get too emotional. I try to act like I’m a robot as I type. After proofreading and double-checking it against his notes, it's ready to be printed and sent out.

  I take a quick bathroom break and try not to have a panic attack. I tell myself to breathe, that I need to remain calm if I'm going to figure out a place to stay. I try to call a few of the other places that I looked at when I was searching for my new apartment, but none of the ones that I can afford will be available quickly enough.

  I hang up my phone and dig through my purse. I don't think I even have enough money for a hotel for the night. They probably wouldn't let me bring my dog anyways.

  I quickly call my friend Sue to let her know what's going on and see if maybe I can stay with her. I'm disappointed to hear that she's in the same situation and is going to have to stay with her family.

  That's great. That means Mr. Barker and I are both homeless now.

  “You okay?” Sue asks, when she hears me sniffling.

  “Yes.”

  She’s worried about me, but I assure her I'll be fine, then hang up. I sniffle a few more times, then go back out to the office to work. It's a slow day because of the closing, so I spend a lot of time typing of emails to clients and informing people of what's going on.

  Ben stays in his office, busy with the other partners as they prepare for the closure. From the snippets of conversation I overhear, it sounds as if they’re planning to take work home with them. Some will be asking assistants to work remotely for them, from home.

  I wonder if I’ll be asked to do that. It would be nice to still have some money coming in. Except then I remember that I have no home from which to work remotely.

  Lunch passes quickly. I eat at my desk, then spend more time in the bathroom calling people and trying to find a place to stay. By the time my lunch is over, I'm feeling even more depressed.

  I sit quietly at my desk, trying to drag out my last few hours of work. Thankfully no one here knows about my situation, and I’d like to keep it that way. I mean, sure, I blurted it out at the meeting, but everyone was too busy worrying about stuff to hear me. And only the shareholders were in there – not my fellow assistants.

  The workload picks up a little, as it's nearing the end of the day. Everyone is in a hurry to finish up and get home to their families. This virus sure has everyone scared and in a panic. I'm glad I only have my dog to worry about. I know he's safe, but I kind of him miss him right now. He comforts me when I'm feeling down.

  I sit at my desk and I can tell people are getting antsy and watching the clock. I am as well, but for a different reason. So far, my only plan is to stay at the office as long as I can without anyone knowing what I am doing.

  If I act like I am busy working then this shouldn't be a problem, but I’m still worried that people will notice what I'm up to. I spend more time hiding in the bathroom and the filing room. If I move around, then they might not catch me.

  Sue has already called to ask when I will pick up Mr. Barker, but I just let her call go to voicemail. I'm not ready to face that problem yet.

  When I get back to my desk, it's pretty much closing time. The office is starting to look empty as everyone packs up all their stuff to leave for good. I pretend to do the same so I don't look suspicious. Then after a few moments of that, as people start to leave, I act like I'm doing regular work.

  The partners are having a final meeting with Ben in his office. As long as they are still here, I won’t look out of place. I turn to my computer and open my web browser. I scan through some rental listings to pass the time.

  Maybe I can somehow still find a place to live. Or at least somewhere to spend the night.

  Chapter 5

  Samantha

  I'm the last one in the office, except for Ben, who I haven’t seen leave yet. I'm still working. Well, not really. I'm working on finding a place to live.

  Just like everything else today, it's not going well. Even after browsing through all the rentals and calling every number I can find, it still looks like there's no way I can get into a place right now.

  I have no money to be able to pay for anything at the moment, especially now that the office is closing. It's all I can do not to cry.

  I'm clearing up the mess I left on my desk when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around quickly and see Ben, who was working late, too.

  "Oh, hello, Mr. Ben, I mean sir," I stammer nervously.

  I wasn't expecting anyone else to still be here. I'm too tired and emotional about al
l that's been happening to daydream about him like I did earlier.

  I go back to clearing out my desk. Might as well get it over with and put this stuff in the car with the rest of my belongings. Ben stands there looking at me, eyebrows raised, briefcase in his hands.

  "Um, that's enough work for today. You're free to go home. Stay safe out there. I've been telling that to everyone," he says, with a polite smile.

  I’m upset that he didn’t ask me to be one of the assistants who work remotely. Yes, technically I’m the receptionist, but I do a lot of assistant work, too. I could easily help out from home – if I had a home, that is.

  I turn around to look at him again, a big stack of folders in my hand. Before I can stop myself, I start sobbing and hugging the folders to my chest. Ben looks at me in alarm.

  "Um, is everything okay?" he asks hesitantly.

  "No, I can't go home, because I have no home to go to. I'm homeless because of a stupid fight I got into with my stupid landlord."

  I sniffle out loud. Repeating it out loud has finally made it a reality in my mind.

  Ben pulls some tissues out of the box that's on my desk and hands them to me.

  "Oh, I see," he murmurs.

  He watches as I wipe my tears and blow my nose. Now that I've cried, I actually feel a little better about the whole situation. It takes a minute for me to realize what I just did. I immediately get embarrassed and start apologizing again.

  "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break down and start crying like that."

  I'm still clutching the folders. I glance at him, then turn my eyes away. I'm too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

  "It's no trouble," he assures me.

  He sets his briefcase down and takes a step closer to me.

  "You know, you are more than welcome to stay with me, if you’d like. I could use the help. With work. And otherwise. The only problem is that we'll have to be quarantined together, so you won't be able to leave. And I would need you to be available to do anything and everything I need."

  He emphasizes the last part strongly. Something in his voice makes the walls of my pussy clench. And it makes it dripping wet. I look up into his eyes and can sense his dominant side right away. Though I don't even know this man, I can't bring myself to say no to him.

  "Well, that's very generous of you. I don't have much money though; I couldn't even afford a hotel so I don't know how I would be able to pay you back?" I ask hesitantly.

  He stares me right in the eyes, and it sends a chill down my spine.

  "I know you don't have money, so the only price I'm asking is that you let me do whatever I want to you, whenever I want," he says softly but sternly. “You will have to be at my disposal and meet all my needs.”

  I really need a place to stay, and deep down there is a part of me that's curious to know what he means by that. I can feel shivers run through my body as I nod my head in agreement.

  "Good, now finish packing. We’ll take my car as soon as you’re ready," he orders.

  He picks up his briefcase.

  “There’s just one more thing,” I tell him.

  He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to continue.

  “I have a dog,” I inform him.

  He shrugs and says, “Okay. The dog can come too.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I hurry to pack up my things.

  "I'll wait in my office until you're done,” he says.

  I watch him walk away my mouth slightly open in shock. I'm in awe of the way he just commanded me like that. I want to be offended, but I can't be. He wasn't violent or forceful with the way he took control. That's what intrigues me about the whole thing.

  I realize I'm standing here wasting time. I hurry and clear out my desk of all the important items. I leave a few miscellaneous things, but they can stay; they aren't necessary. I take my belongings and walk to Ben's office. The door is open, but I decide that I should knock quietly on it.

  "I'm ready," I say softly.

  He looks up at me.

  "Excellent," he replies.

  He grabs his briefcase and turns out the light in the office. I've seen it empty like this before, but today it feels kind of sad in here. We walk out of the office together. We stand outside in the evening air and wait for Ben's driver. I'm briefly worried about my own car and belongings, and I tell him so.

  "Oh, don't worry. It's on company property. I can have someone keep an eye on it and bring it out to the house in the morning," he replies, looking up from his phone.

  He sounds so confident and in control that I stop worrying. My mouth drops open again as a limo pulls up in front of us. Ben courteously opens the door for me to get inside. This is my first time riding in a limo. I'm excited by this, but also a little nervous around Ben.

  "This is nice. I didn’t know your car was a limo," I ramble, then feel awkward.

  “I have other cars that I drive. But this is the one that my driver takes me back and forth to work in,” he says, with a slightly amused smile on his face.

  “I see,” I reply.

  Ben watches me briefly. I can't tell what he's thinking. I wish I could, maybe then I could stop feeling so awkward.

  He asks me for Sue’s address and then tells the driver to go there.

  “Hurry, please,” he says, with a tone of longing in his voice that matches how his eyes looked earlier.

  “Yes, sir,” I say instinctively.

  He smiles and I can tell he likes that I said that.

  Once Sue answers the door, I tell her, “Don’t ask. I’ll explain later.”

  “You’d better!” she says, gaping out the door at the limo.

  “I found a place to stay but I have to hurry,” I urge her, as my dog rushes out.

  I attach his leash while Sue hugs me.

  “Okay. But I want all the deets later.”

  “Sure thing,” I promise her, and then head back to the limo.

  Mr. Barker jumps in – it’s his first time in one, too – and then I don’t know what to say again.

  "Thank you once again for everything," I offer. “Especially for letting me bring my dog.”

  "It's not a problem," Ben replies. “Believe me. You’ll be working hard to earn your keep. Helping me in more ways than one.”

  We are sitting on opposite ends of the seat. I peek at him out of the corner of my eye and watch him stare out the window. He's so handsome and intimidating at the same time. I don't know how I can handle this for however long we’re in quarantine.

  It’s part scary, part exciting. But it’s much better than having to live at my old apartment without my dog, and it’s way better than being homeless.

  Chapter 6

  Ben

  While Samantha and I are in the limo on the way to my house, it's exhilarating because I finally have her here with me. I wasn't expecting it to happen this quickly, so I'm even more excited about that.

  I didn't even have to cajole her very hard. It's funny how things work out. I suppose you never know what some people are going through. She's kind of quiet, but I can tell that her occasional rambling talk is all just nerves. I listen to her talk about the limo ride and hear her be grateful for my help.

  I stare at her, immensely attracted to her as usual, but at the same time, I'm starting to feel something else for her. I feel like I want to do everything I can to protect her and keep her safe. Like I always want to have her with me.

  Now that she's here, I can't picture being away from her. It's strange, feeling this way about someone. It's a new feeling, but I like it. And I’m determined to make her feel at home and safe with me, no matter what.

  She looks all around the limo and says, “This is impressive!”

  I smile at her.

  "Wait until you see the house," I joke softly.

  I don't know if she heard me. Eventually the limo arrives at my mansion. As we step out of the car, her eyes light up in amazement.

  "See? You have nothing to worry about. I'll take care
of you financially while you’re here," I say as I stand close beside her.

  She looks at me in surprise but says nothing as we walk inside the house. She is impressed right away by the interior, her wide eyes taking in everything. I can't tell if she's too shocked or nervous to speak. She just stands there, awaiting further instructions. She may just be polite, but I like the subservient attitude of hers.

  I wonder if she is naturally this way with everyone, or if it's just me. In any event, I like it. I want her to obey my every command while I take care of her needs, too.

  “Wow,” she says. “You weren’t kidding about the house.”

  Once we’re inside, I tell her to set her belongings down, and I do the same. We both take off our coats as she looks around the room once more curiously. I still cannot believe that she is here with me. I watch her for a few minutes. Without her coat, I can see the curves hiding under her dress. I think it's time I collected my first payment from her.

  I grab her by the hand and lead her to the center of the living room. It's dark, but we are illuminated by the glowing moonlight coming in from the large windows. My mansion is on a vast acreage, so there's no chance that anyone will be peeping.

  The moonlight adds a certain something to what we are about to do. She looks up at me with her beautiful wide eyes, and for the first time I notice the sweet innocence in her face. I clear my throat and try not to let that distract me.

  “I told you I need you to take care of my every need," I inform her, as I stand above her. “And I already need something from you.”

  She looks at me with those wide eyes.

  "Okay," she replies, a little softly.

  “I’m going to need you on your knees. But take your clothes off first.”

  She hesitantly but compliantly sheds her clothes, letting me see her beautiful body up close and personal. Then she kneels before me.

  I stand there waiting a few seconds as it takes a little while of her fumbling around to get started. But finally, she manages to take my cock out, and I feel it twitch with pleasure as she wraps her hand around it. And that’s when her eyes get even bigger.