Executive Privilege 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️
A Play in One Scene
🕰️ This one’s longer than our usual two-minute taboo, darlings. A special indulgence of about 6 minutes… but before you bend me over to spank me for breaking my promise, consider that some pleasures aren’t meant to be rushed. Take your sweet time.
CHARACTERS
CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER – 44, male, tall with beautiful posture and a graceful carriage; black hair with flecks of silver; probing dark eyes; lush amber skin; refined personal style; thoughtful, patient, intelligent voice; calm & steady demeanor.
CHIEF LEGAL OFFICER – 52, female, petite and toned physique; discerning & inquisitive mind; restless & feisty spirit, a vexing congruence of contradictions from guileless naïveté to stealthy sophistication; wide, brown eyes framed in stunning vintage Italian eyewear, and corresponding honey brown hair.
TIME
A weekday afternoon in late November
PLACE
CEO’s urbane office in Silicon Valley, CA.
Corporate conference signage from a recent summit and assorted industry swag are arranged in a tidy fashion around the back wall and desk. A suitcase for an upcoming trip sits in the corner. Walnut bookshelves house industry awards; and titles on digital transformation, software language, and CRM. There’s a panoramic window with the blinds drawn. The room has the feel of an active and innovative space, where big deals are made and power is wielded. But today is quiet due to the holiday week.
Scene I-1: The Confession
CEO lets CLO in through a locked exterior door. The two have recently confessed a slowly simmering and undeniable attraction to one another, and CLO has finally welcomed CEO’s pursuit of her after attempts to keep it at bay—ultimately yielding to her irrefutable mutual desire.
CEO (closing the door behind her, voice smooth and assured)
“Thanks for coming in. I’m grateful for your help, and that we can get some quiet time together without distractions.”
CLO (setting her laptop case on a chair, glancing around the quiet office)
“I’ve been looking forward to it. I need us to scrutinize these disclosures together—there’s something missing, something we’re not seeing. Unless we can sleuth the missing data points, my instinct is to lean toward the more transparent backup offer. And… also…”
(her voice trails off, glancing away, hesitant to say the next part out loud.)
CEO (calm, coaxing, stepping closer)
“You also wanted… what?”
CLO (exhales softly, then meets his gaze, bashfully, peering up at his tall, commanding frame.)
“I just wanted to be with you.”
(The way he looks at her. Like he’s inspecting the depths of her soul and can’t get enough of it. The way he truly sees her. She can hardly breathe. This is possibly—finally—a man who can handle all of her.)
Scene I-2: The Lap Test
CEO (taking the laptop case from her small hands, setting it aside, voice lower, deeper)
“Come sit where I want you.”
(He moves toward his Vitra Grand Executive Highback chair like it’s a throne, seating himself with unshakable composure. He looks at her. Expectant. Unquestioning.)
CLO (glancing at him, hesitant but obedient, stepping between his legs)
“Come… there?”
CEO (nods, voice like silk)
“Just sit in my lap for a second. Take a moment before we start working.”
(She hesitates, but knows she can’t—won’t—refuse anything CEO requests. She slowly sits, primly, with both legs together, crisscrossing his long, powerful thighs.)
CLO (laughs, nervously, adjusting herself)
“I hope I’m not too heavy.”
CEO (chuckling softly in her ear, fingers caressing her soft hair, voice smooth as aged scotch)
“Heavy? You’re perfect. You fit me perfectly… but…”
CLO (tilts her head, brow crinkling slightly)
“But what?”
CEO (gaze darkening, lips curving at the corner)
“Why don’t you straddle me… so I can devour your gorgeous chocolate pudding eyes?”
(A flicker of hesitation—she’s in a skirt. But she obeys. Slowly. Settling into place, her small frame caged by his broad shoulders.)
CEO
“That’s perfect. You’re perfect for me. Now… I want you to give me a kiss.”
CLO (eyes flick up, breath catching, voice small)
“Oh. I don’t even know if I remember how… It’s been so long since…”
(She shakes her head, embarrassed, murmuring)
“I mean, I don’t think it would be any good…”
CEO (leans in, brushing his fingers down her flushed cheek, then cradling her chin between thumb and forefinger, voice warm and sure.)
“Ssshhh. Just one little kiss.”
(She hesitates. Then obeys.)
(It starts as a whisper of a kiss… and then he deepens it, leading her into something slow, deliberate, all-consuming. His control is exquisite. She melts into it like their whole lives have led to this moment made for them to negotiate, conjure, emote, and sublimate...furtive...feral... absconded.)
Scene I-3: The Unraveling
(CEO’s hands begin to unbutton her exquisite botanical silk blouse, releasing her right breast from its delicate white lace Cosabella bra. He kisses her hard, saluting, swollen left nipple. CLO is putty in his arms. Unable to resist. His touch is divine.)
His expanding protrusion threatens the constitution of his garb. He unbuckles the belt of his fine wool gabardine trousers. Unzips. Revealing his paleolithic club.)
CEO (voice rich with praise, need, and command)
“Take all of me, little one. “I want to feel you sink down onto me.”
(She is entranced. Helpless in his arms. He doesn’t bother to remove her panties, only moves them aside as he effortlessly glides into her warmth.)
CLO (soft gasp, eyes fluttering closed)
“Oh…”
CEO (a low groan, breath grazing her ear)
“Oh, my sweet girl… You feel so good wrapped around me. I just want you to feel me.”
CLO (clinging to his pale pink custom Italian dress shirt, voice barely a whisper.)
“I do… Oh my…”
(Looks down, shocked yet in the throes of their beastly coupling. His hands guide her hips, a slow, torturous rhythm. The restraint is exquisite. Until—whimpering, she is unable to hold back, instinctively moving faster, chasing the friction.)
CEO (a sooty chuckle, firming his grip on her hips, stilling her completely.)
“Hmm… naughty little thing, aren’t you? You'll be speaking in tongues and thanking me for showing you what your pussy was meant to feel...other than making your mouth jealous.”
(A deliberate pause. Then—he takes control. Moving her exactly as he pleases. Pulling her flush against him, plunging deep, relishing her grateful whimpers and gasps against his neck.)
CEO (voice like a promise, gaze burning into hers.)
“You belong to me. Now and always, little one. And you will take everything I give you.”
(His grip tightens. Their breath synchronizes like a duet of metronomes. He doesn’t stop until she’s trembling, completely and irrevocably his.)
Fade to black
End scene
xoxo, Firefly ❤️🔥
p.s. Have you ever had an office crush come to fruition?