"Ms. Granger?" Some actual urgency leaked into her normal cold drawl.

I rose from my desk, hurrying into her office.

She looked up from an interoffice memo. "Did we hear back from the appraisers? I needed those figures yesterday."

"I don't think so," I answered, "let me check the mail stack one more time." I rushed out and down the hall to the mail room, checking the inbox. There wasn't anything new. I headed back her office empty-handed.

"No, I'm telling you," she said to the fireplace angrily, "she can't sign anything until the appraiser confirms the numbers. I'm not going to advise anyone to sign blind, and neither will her counselors."

She looked up expectantly when she noticed me walk in. I shook my head. Her expression smoothed out into her usual mask, but I noticed the tightening around her eyes and the slight clench of her jaw. She turned back to the face in the fireplace.

"No," she said again, "you're not listening to me." I couldn't imagine who wouldn't listen to that tone. The caller said something else I couldn't make out, but it didn't sound like he had changed his mind.

There was a pause. "That could be possible," she said sharply, "will they agree to those terms?"

They answered in affirmative, and said something else. Another pause.

"On their way? You can't be serious. I can't advise…"

She was interrupted again. They must have a death wish. I waited attentively, in case she needed something. My eyes drifted to the chair behind her where she stood near her desk, memories burned into my brain.

Suddenly she motioned impatiently to me, startling me out of my daydream. I straightened immediately.

"Yes," she said almost sharply into the fireplace, "I'll be ready by then. The conference room will be fine." Pause. "No, it's their decision whether or not to contact them."

They mumbled something else. "Yes, well I'll see you then. Bye."

The flames turned back to normal as she ended the call. She rolled her eyes and immediately sprang into action, pacing around her office.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"They want to change the deal," she said, gracefully lowering herself to her chair. She ran her hands over her immaculate French twist, smoothing down nonexistent fly-aways. "They are trying to write up a new agreement, and they want my opinion. They're set to be here in fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes?" I said, taken aback.

"I know," she snapped, "I abhor last minute meetings."

"Will you be ready?" I asked on reflex. Dimly, I had sensed some sort of opportunity. "The Minister will probably sit in on this one."

"I'll have to be ready." She did snap this time, "he gave us a hard time at the last meeting we had on this case."

I nodded once. "Do you have everything you need?"

She looked up from the papers on her desk. "More or less," she said flatly.

Something in my brain told me that it was now or never, and I couldn't stop myself. Not looking at her, I stepped around the desk and took the arm of her chair, swiveling it toward me. She stared at me in alarm as I knelt down, gripping her wrists where they laid on the armrests, and held them down.

"Ms. Granger, what..."

Still unable to look up at her, I leaned in, my head pushing her skirt up.

"Are you crazy?" She gasped. "Ms. Granger, I couldn't possibly..."

Again dimly, some part of my brain registered only that she did not tell me to stop. Before she could say anything else, my lips were nibbling on her through her panties, my warm breath washing over her. I heard her gasp, her arms flexing under my grip as she tried to squirm away, but I was past rational thought. Holding her wrists firmly, I gave her panty-covered pussy a long, firm lick, and then another, feeling her soft outer lips opening under my tongue, which wriggled, seeking out the spot within that I hoped would obliterate her resistance.

"Ms. Granger," she gasped again, "please, you can't..." She cut off with a surprised little noise as my tongue found her clit, lashing it through the material, and she shuddered deeply, her arms relaxing momentarily – just long enough for me to release one of her arms, pull her panties aside, and burrow my tongue into the pussy that I had been dreaming about for weeks. I immediately lost myself in the sweet, silky velvet of her slit under my tongue, the heat of the opening of her body, and the way she trembled as my tongue eagerly explored her soft folds.

"It's okay," I lifted my tongue long enough to murmur, and before she could respond, lashed my tongue over her bare clit, feeling the now-erect little nub under my tongue. The moment I felt it, I let my tongue flutter, knowing exactly what that sensation feels like, knowing that no woman I'd ever met can pull away from anything that feels that good. Whatever she had been about to say was lost in a choked gasp as she wriggled nearly off the chair, her body squirming wildly. I chanced a look up at her now, and reveled in the change from the normally stoic woman into someone who's chest heaved with anxious, excited breaths, and her wide, pale-blue eyes once again stared upwards at the ceiling.

My tongue slowed, giving her gentle, luxurious licks, I felt her shudder again...and her eyes drifted closed. I exulted, my own arousal throbbing within me as I burrowed my tongue deeper, swirling it lightly around her clit and then dipping it inside her, holding in a moan as her sweet tangy flavor coated my tongue. Her body relaxed slightly. I didn't know whether she had stopped struggling out of arousal, or just thought it was pointless, or whether she was just that desperate to come before her meeting. I didn't know – and at this point, I didn't care.

I ran my tongue from the top of her slit to the bottom, rubbing it from side to side, exploring every little nook and cranny of her pussy, finding sensitive spots aplenty to judge by her shaky breathing and little gasps of pleasure. I knew that I could do this forever, if she allowed it – but I also knew I had a time limit. I let my tongue slide deep inside her, almost moaning again at the heady flavor of her, her scent filling my head and my mind, and then swirled my now-slippery tongue over her clit, slowly accelerating the motion. My lips gently sucked the little bead into my mouth as my tongue vibrated on the tip, and I felt her hips lift off the chair before she jerked, grunting softly and gasping for breath.

Her hips jerked several times, twitching, and I drank deeply of her nectar, my eyes closed and my hands only resting on her arms. Finally, she relaxed with a deep shudder, her body going totally limp, her breathing suddenly deep and labored.

I gently licked her clean, easing her panties back into place, and sat back, licking my lips clean, my eyes own wide with a kind of shock that I had actually gotten the chance to taste her again. My legs were actually trembling, and I knew that if I so much as grazed my own pussy right then, I would come too. I rose slowly to my feet, my eyes lingering on her splayed, relaxed body, so different from the composed woman I always saw.

"I'll call down to the conference room and tell them that you're on your way," I said slowly, my voice a little hoarse, and turned to leave her office.

"Ms. Granger," I heard her say slowly, and I stopped, hearing no anger in her tone.

I waited.

"You didn't think...I expected that, did you?" I couldn't identify her tone.

I slowly turned around, meeting her eyes with an effort. "No. I thought that you needed it. I was just..." I swallowed. "Doing what I thought would help the most."

Madam Black just stared at me, and I finally turned and left her office. I sat down at my desk and bent over some work, shading my eyes with one hand. She walked past my desk a few minutes later without a word, on her way to the meeting.

Later that day, to my surprise, Madam Black came back from the meeting acting like it was business as usual, and she seemed determined to pretend that nothing had happened – though her question had left me wondering how she really felt. I knew that she had enjoyed it – and now, I wondered if she had protested because she had not wanted me to do it, or if she had protested because she thought I felt obligated to pleasure her. I desperately feared the first – I longed to prove her wrong on the second.

"Ms. Granger," she said to me a one morning a few days later as she swept to the office – her designer perfume washing over me as she went by – "pull all the files we have on the Abbott account for me. I'm meeting with them at noon."

My heart skipped a beat or two, but I just nodded. "No problem." I followed her into her office, found the files, and left them on her desk. She nodded in acknowledgement, still situating her things in preparation for the day and sipping her tea in between tasks. I headed back to my desk.

The morning proceeded as usual – I answered a few owls, ordered her lunch to be sent up after the meeting was over, all the normal things an administrative assistant does. Then, at about twenty minutes to noon, I heard her end a Floo call. A few seconds later she poked her head out the door.

"Ms. Granger, notify me when the clients get here, would you?"

"Yes, Madam Black," I replied, watching her close her office door. My heart accelerated about three times over.

I had a dilemma here. I could keep trying to surprise her, but sooner or later, she was going to react badly to that. I could never mention it again – but I couldn't even bear to think of that. She was all I could think about.

I knew that she wouldn't be...relaxing...until about five or ten minutes before the meeting. I figured I could take one shot...make some kind of indirect offer. If my...help...were unwelcome, then no doubt she'd still want to have given me a definitive "stop" at some point. This would give her an opportunity to do that, and then we could go back to our boss/employee relationship. If it wasn't unwelcome...

I rose from behind my desk, walked to the door, and considered knocking, but then just opened it, slipping inside and closing the door behind me before turning to her. She looked up in surprise – she hadn't been doing anything yet, apparently flipping through a few notes before the meeting. I locked my eyes on hers – those cold blue eyes – and put everything on the line.

"Aren't you going to turn your chair to the side?" I asked softly.

She stared at me wide-eyed, her mouth opened to speak, and she closed it slowly. "Ms. Granger..."

I stepped forward to her desk, keeping my eyes on hers. "Just turn your chair, Madam Black. Let me help."

She blinked, shaking her head slowly. "Ms. Granger, I don't know what you've heard...I'm not..."

I licked my lips, and she stopped talking. My heart leapt again. "All you have to do," I said even more slowly, in a voice barely above a whisper, "is turn your chair. It's okay."

She stared back at me, suddenly biting her lip in an uncharacteristic gesture of uncertainty. I stepped around the edge of her desk, and her head turned to follow me. I noticed that the collar of her silk blouse was rising and falling a little rapidly. The rest of her turned to follow me, and I stepped closer, keeping my eyes on hers. To be honest, I couldn't look away. The mix of actual emotions I could read in her eyes confused, frightened, and intrigued me, but I just couldn't look away.

I knelt down, and gently raised a long, pale leg on to her desk, holding her gaze, leaning forward, waiting for the definitive sign.

Finally, I got it. She watched me expressionlessly for a long moment, and then slowly closed her eyes, leaning her head back regally, like a queen being ready to be served.

I almost whimpered with excitement and relief, and slid closer between her legs. I reached up to grasp the band of her panties – a set just like the lacy pair I once found under her desk – and helped her lift her hips to slide them gently down, noting the tremble in her legs as I did so.

I think both of us were holding our breaths when my mouth settled on her again – I barely heard the soft sigh, and I could not help a quiet moan.

She was very quiet as my tongue explored her all over again – she did not moan or whimper, but I was able to read her reactions from the little gasps and tiny, involuntary sighs she gave. I searched with relish and found with glee the spots that made her tremble, the spots that made her start to gasp, and the ones that made her draw in her breath as though to moan for more.

I felt her shudder when my tongue slid inside her velvety, slick pussy, and I settled my mouth on her fully, my lips teasing and caressing her slit as my tongue delved deeper still, seeking the taste to which I was already hopelessly addicted.

I started gently stroking my tongue in and out of her, letting it swirl against her opening each time I pushed it in, feeling her slick channel grip it each time I withdrew. My lips slurped softly at her, coaxing more and more nectar onto my tongue. As my tongue thrust achingly in and out, I realized that she was gripping the arms of her chair, almost hard enough to make her knuckles white. Her free leg, the one not raised onto her desk, was twitching slightly, her silky thigh brushing my cheek. I couldn't help leaning my face into it a little, and digging my tongue even deeper to make that leg quiver.

I was detecting now what I had hoped to hear – not just pleasure, but surprise. Surprise at some of what I was doing. I wanted to shake my head in dismay. This was a woman who badly needed to meet someone who really knew how to eat her – and I would be happy to show her what one woman can do to another.

I slowly drew my tongue out of her, let it teasingly drift up over her clit, and then softly fastened my lips around it, drawing it lightly into my mouth and pressing my tongue against it.

She gasped loudly. "Oh, god," I heard her whisper very softly as her hips jerked.

I sucked her gently, tantalizing the sensitive bud, then begin stroking it with my tongue, up and down, side to side, then in continuous, swirling circles that brought her slowly but surely to orgasm, opening my mouth wide as I felt her arch up and stiffen so that I could taste her fully. My tongue stroked her creamy slit as she shuddered and twitched, and dipped into her as she relaxed to retrieve as much of her sweetness as I could.

She finally went limp, breathing fast and light. I sat back again, gently sliding her panties back on. As I did, I very lightly kissed her thigh, but thankfully she didn't notice, so lost in the haze of her orgasm.

She sat up slowly, still breathing fast, and looked at me with wide eyes.

I smiled politely, knowing what I had to say. "Anything else you need before your meeting?"

Madam Black stared at me, took a deep breath, and managed to return to our usual dynamic fairly quickly. "No, that will be all, Ms. Granger. Thank you."

I left her office, my heart thumping. I was in way over my head, but there was no way I was stopping now.