Hannah's Chance (fm:sex at work, 5657 words)

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One particular investor, a silver-haired gentleman named Mr. Kraskal, took a keen interest in Hannah. He was known for his sharp instincts and even sharper tongue, and had the power to make or break deals with a single nod. As the evening progressed, Hannah found herself drawn into a deep conversation with him, discussing market trends and the company's unique selling points. He was impressed by her knowledge and even more so by her ability to explain complex concepts in simple, relatable terms.

Ms. Buchanan noticed their interaction and felt a twinge of unease. Shirley had always been able to handle Mr. Kraskal with ease, but Hannah was untested waters. Knowing that he was notoriously difficult to deal with, she felt that Hannah had probably bitten off more than this could chew on this occasion. She decided to interject, to make sure the conversation was on safe ground, but before she could do so, the conversation ended anyway and Hannah and Mr Kraskal went their separate ways

Ms. Buchanan's anxiety grew as the evening progressed. The party was a minefield of potential missteps, and she couldn't help but feel that Hannah was tiptoeing through it all too gracefully. She had never seen this side of her secretary before; the way she moved through the crowd, the way her eyes lit up when talking about the company's future. It was as if a hidden part of her had been unlocked, a side that had been buried under the mountain of paperwork and coffee runs.

She just hoped that Hannah didn't become over confident. She didn't have Shirley's understanding of the intricacies of some of their investment products and she might slip up if she wasn't careful. She caught up with Hannah, feeling that she needed to make this point.

"You're doing well tonight," said Ms Buchanan, "but remember you're a novice at this kind of work and you need to tread carefully. Don't get too carried away."

"I understand," Hannah replied. She couldn't say anything more, as Ms Buchanan's attention was claimed by someone else, a woman in her fifties, likely an investor or a potential one.

Hannah moved on and found Mr. Kraskal again. As they talked, the music swelled around them, providing a gentle backdrop to their increasingly animated discussion. She knew she was walking a fine line, having just been told to be careful, but the thrill of the challenge was intoxicating. The thought of the permanent job offer that could possibly result from just one successful deal danced in her mind, a tantalizing carrot dangling just out of reach.

As they paused to accept new drinks, Hannah reflected on her recent separation from her husband, something which had been weighing on her mind but now seemed behind her. She was a single woman these days, and the freedom was exhilarating. But with that freedom came the burden of supporting herself, and she knew that this one night could be her ticket to a new life.

Her conversation with Mr. Kraskal grew more intense. He leaned closer, his eyes searching hers, and she knew that the next words she spoke could change everything. She took a sip of her champagne, feeling the bubbles tickle her nose as she formulated her response. She had to be careful, had to be smart. This was not just about charming him; it was about convincing him to invest in their company, to believe in them.

"Mr. Kraskal," she began, her voice low and confident, "I understand your concerns about our investment opportunities appearing risky, but our portfolio is designed to weather market volatility better than you might think. Our strategies are tailored to provide both growth and security." She watched as he nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I can see the potential returns," he murmured, and she felt a rush of excitement.

The conversation grew more serious as they delved into the intricacies of their investment options. Hannah's heart raced as she navigated the complex financial jargon, her mind racing to recall every detail she had studied. Each time she offered a well-crafted response, Mr. Kraskal's smile grew a little wider, his interest piqued. She knew she was on the right track.

Ms. Buchanan had found them and hovered nearby, her expression unreadable as she observed her secretary. The rapport she appeared to have formed with Mr. Kraskal was palpable, but at the same time a silent battle of wills was taking place as Hannah pushed the boundaries of her new role. Despite her boss's initial skepticism, she had to admit that Hannah had a certain je ne sais quoi that the investors found irresistible.

The party was in full swing, and Hannah felt alive. She had never felt more powerful than at this moment, her words holding the power to sway millions of dollars. She had always known she was capable of more than filing and typing, and now she had the chance to prove it. She noticed Ms. Buchanan nearby and glanced at her, seeing a mix of surprise and something else, something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

Ms. Buchanan moved on, satisfied that Hannah was holding her own, even with the difficult Mr. Krascal. Her reservations about allowing Hannah to attend the party were gone.

As the conversation continued, Mr. Kraskal offered Hannah his arm. "Let's find a place to talk privately," he suggested, "somewhere quieter." She allowed him to lead her out of the ballroom and a short distance down the hallway to a private office, away from the noise. Her heart thumped in her chest as she realized this was the moment she had been waiting for.

The room was dimly lit, with a large mahogany desk and leather chairs that whispered of power and wealth. Mr. Kraskal gestured for her to take a seat and closed the door behind them. Hannah's legs felt like jelly as she sat down, but she composed herself, reminding herself that she had come this far. She could do this.

He took a seat opposite her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can see something in your eyes, Hannah. A certain eagerness."

Hannah sat forward, crossing her legs and placing her clutch on the floor. She took a deep breath and met his gaze. "I'm always eager to close a deal, Mr. Kraskal."

Mr. Kraskal's smile grew, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "You're hungry, aren't you? Hungry for success, for power, for more than just a desk and a paycheck."

Hannah's eyes narrowed. "Isn't that what we all want?"

Mr. Kraskal's smile widened. "Indeed. But few are willing to do what it truly takes."

Hannah felt a chill run down her spine, but she held his gaze. "And what does it truly take?"

Mr. Kraskal leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "It takes sacrifice, Hannah. A willingness to go the extra mile." His tone was smooth, but his words held a dark undertone that sent a shiver down her spine. "You see, in this business, relationships are everything. And sometimes, those relationships require ... special attention."

Hannah felt the gravity of his words settle in her stomach. This was it. The moment she had feared. But she had come too far to back out now. "I understand," she said, her voice steady. "I'm willing to do what it takes."

Hannah knew what was expected of her, and a part of her felt empowered by the control she had over her own destiny. But another part, a quieter, more vulnerable part, felt a creeping sense of dread. Was this really the price she was willing to pay for success? Finding a steely determination, she decided that her fears were not going to overshadow her ambition.

Mr. Kraskal reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek, black business card. He slid it across the desk to her. "This is my personal number," he said, his voice low. "Call me tomorrow, and we can discuss your ... investment opportunities."

Hannah's hand trembled slightly as she picked up the card. This night was only a one-time deal for her and she didn't know whether the company would even allow her to follow up. They might want someone else to handle the matter and her shot at glory would be gone.

"We could always talk now," said Hannah, trying to sound as casual as possible. "If you've got the time, Mr. Krascal."

His gaze lingered on her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Call me Richard," he said.

Hannah's heart raced as she considered her next words. This was her moment, her chance to escape the shadow of the secretary's desk and step into the limelight of the corporate world.

"Alright, Richard," she said, her voice steady. "Let's talk business, shall we?"

He leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I like your initiative, Hannah. But you must understand, the investment world is not for the faint of heart."

Her eyes never wavered. "I've seen enough to know that, Richard. I'm ready to do what it takes."

He steepled his fingers, his gaze intense. "Very well, let's get down to the brass tacks. What can you offer me that Shirley couldn't?"

Hannah took a deep breath, her mind racing. She knew she didn't possess Shirley's financial expertise, but she had something else. "I can offer you honesty and a genuine connection. I may not have Shirley's background, but I know people. I know what they want, what makes them tick."

Mr. Kraskal's smile grew wider, and he leaned in closer. "That's quite an interesting proposal, Hannah. Tell me more."

Hannah felt a knot in her stomach, but she pushed ahead, her voice clear and confident. "I know that sometimes, in business, people get lost in the numbers. But what really matters is trust. And I can build trust faster than anyone." She paused, letting her words hang in the air, watching the wheels turn in his mind.

Richard leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Trust is indeed valuable," he murmured. "But how do I know I can trust you?"

The air had grown thick with tension. "Because I'll earn your trust," Hannah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "My methods are ... unorthodox, but effective."

Mr. Kraskal leaned closer, his expression a mix of curiosity and challenge. "And what, exactly, do you mean by unorthodox?"

Hannah took a deep breath, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew she had to play this right. "I mean that I'll go the extra mile, Richard. Whatever it takes to secure the deal. I'm not bound by the same ... constraints that others might be."

Mr. Kraskal leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "And if I decide to invest, based on the numbers we were discussing earlier, what happens then?"

Hannah felt a rush of adrenaline. She had to keep the conversation on track. "If you invest, I guarantee you won't regret it. You'll have my full attention, and I'll make sure that your interests are a priority."

"Your full attention, huh?" He leaned back, his eyes sweeping over her. "How much of a priority are we talking?"

Hannah swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the situation. "As high a priority as you need, Richard. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove my worth."

His smile grew predatory, and she knew she had played into his expectations. But she wasn't going to back down. This was her chance, and she was going to take it. "Alright, let's say I'm interested. What do you propose we do next?"

Hannah took a moment to compose herself, her heart racing. Since the night was a one-time deal for her, she had to secure his investment now.

"How about a little demonstration of my dedication?" she suggested, her voice low and smooth. "I could take you through our latest project, detail by detail, and show you exactly where your investment would make the most impact."

Mr. Kraskal's smile never left his face, but his eyes grew sharper. "That sounds intriguing, Hannah. But I'm a man of action, not just words. I need to see some ... tangible evidence of your commitment."

Her stomach twisted, but Hannah's resolve remained unshaken. She had come this far, and she wasn't going to let fear or propriety stand in her way. "Of course," she said, "tangible evidence of my commitment."

She got up and stood for a moment, gauging his reaction, which didn't give anything away. Then she reached for the zipper of her dress.

"Hannah," he said, his voice thick. "What are you doing?"

"Proving my commitment," she replied, her voice firm as she unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor in a whisper of fabric, revealing the sleek black lingerie set she had chosen for the evening. She came around the desk and stepped close to him, feeling the heat of his gaze. "You need to know that I'm all in."

Mr. Kraskal's eyes darkened, and she knew she had his full attention. "I see," he murmured, his voice a caress. "And what exactly does ‘all in' entail?"

Hannah placed her hand on his chest, feeling the thud of his heart beneath her fingertips. "It means that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ensure your investment is successful. To show you that I'm not just a pretty face, but an asset to your company."

He looked at her for a long moment, his gaze burning into hers. Then, with a sudden motion, he stood up and pulled her closer. "I'm a man who appreciates a straightforward approach," he whispered in her ear. "But I also enjoy a surprise."

The room seemed to shrink around them, and Hannah's pulse pounded in her ears as his hands traced the contours of her body. She knew that this was the price she might have to pay for the opportunity she craved. With a deep breath, she focused on the prize: the chance to prove herself, the potential job opportunity, and the power that came with it.

"I'm not just here to entertain, Richard," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm here to make a deal."

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to the curve of her hips. "I can see that. But I need to be certain of what I'm getting."

Hannah's mind raced. She knew this was a pivotal moment. She had to be smart, had to find a way to maintain control. "I'm showing you how committed I am," she said firmly, pushing back against him slightly. "But I'm looking for a commitment from you in return."

Mr. Kraskal's eyes searched hers, a spark of interest igniting. "A mutual exchange of ... favors?"

"Exactly," Hannah said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. "I need to know that if I give you what you want, you'll give me what I need."

Mr. Kraskal stepped back, his gaze still intense. "I'm listening," he said, his tone a mix of challenge and intrigue.

Hannah took a deep breath, her heart racing. "If you invest tonight, I'll make sure that you're satisfied with the immediate return. But I need something else from you too."

Mr. Kraskal's smile was knowing, a glint in his eye that made Hannah's stomach flip. "And what would that be?"

Hannah took a step closer, her bra brushing against his chest. She felt the warmth of his body, his breath on her cheek. "I want you to talk to Ms. Buchanan," she said, her voice firm. "I want you to let her know I left you fully satisfied, without going into the private details of course."

Mr. Kraskal's smile grew. "And what if I decide you're not what I'm looking for?"

Hannah met his gaze, her voice steady. "Then I guess we'll have to find another way to seal the deal."

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You're quite the negotiator, Hannah."

Her hand rested on his chest, and she gave him a coy smile. "It's all part of the job, Richard."

Mr. Kraskal's eyes searched hers, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Then, with a nod, he leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was firm, claiming, and filled with the promise of more. Hannah's knees felt weak, but she didn't pull away. This was the cost of playing the game.

When he finally broke away, she could feel the heat in her cheeks. "Alright," he said, his voice low and gruff. "You've got yourself a deal."

Hannah's heart raced with a mix of triumph and dread. She knew what she had signed up for, and she was determined to see it through. "Good," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "Then let's get to it."

Mr. Kraskal led her to the couch against the wall, his hand lingering on the small of her back. He sat down, patting the cushion next to him. She sat and he kissed her again, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra.

The room spun around her as he touched her breasts but Hannah kept her mind on the prize. She had to keep control of the situation, had to make sure she got what she needed out of this. So she leaned into the kiss, letting him believe he had the upper hand.

As his hands grew more insistent, she broke away, her voice breathless but firm. "First, the investment," she murmured, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Then we can ... seal the deal."

Mr. Kraskal's eyes narrowed, but he reached for his phone. Hannah watched him, her heart in her throat, as he called Ms. Buchanan. She listened as he spoke in hushed tones, laying out his terms. The tension in the room was palpable as they both knew what was at stake.

Finally, he ended the call with a nod. "It seems you're more persuasive than I gave you credit for," he said, his smile predatory. "The investment is yours."

Hannah felt a rush of relief and excitement. She had done it. But the night wasn't over yet. "Thank you, Richard," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him again, her hand sliding up his thigh. She knew she had to keep her side of the deal, had to make sure he followed through.

Mr. Kraskal's hands reached for her breasts again, breasts which he regarded as being as stunning as any breasts he had ever seen. They weren't notably big, but they were perfectly formed and to him they were a true delight.

Hannah's heart pounded in her chest as she experienced a mixture of nerves and excitement. Mr. Kraskal's hand now slid up her thigh, his grip firm. "I want you to show me that you're as dedicated to this deal as you say you are," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.

Hannah's pulse raced, but she didn't flinch. This was the deal she had made, the price she was willing to pay for the future she desired. "I'm ready," she said, her voice steady.

Mr. Kraskal's hand slid further up, reaching the edge of her lace panties, his touch setting her skin alight with a mix of anticipation and dread.

"Remember, Hannah," he whispered in her ear, "you're the one who offered."

Her resolve solidified. "I know what I'm doing," she responded, her voice a soft, seductive purr.

He leaned back, his eyes raking over her. "I believe you do," he said, his hands finding the waistband of her panties.

Hannah took a deep breath and nodded. She knew what she had to do. She had made her bed, and now she had to lie in it.

"Good," Mr. Kraskal said, his voice thick with lust. He pushed her back onto the couch, his hands deftly removing her panties. She immediately sat up again and reached out and began to unbutton his shirt, her hands trembling slightly. She had never been in a situation like this before, but she had made her choice, and she was going to see it through.

As she uncovered his chest, she felt the power dynamic shift. He was still the investor, but she was the one with the leverage. She kissed him, her hands exploring his body, trying to distract herself from the reality of what she was doing. His hands roamed her naked flesh, sending shivers down her spine.

Mr. Kraskal's touch grew more demanding, but Hannah remained focused on the prize. With a sultry smile, she freed his erection and watched it spring out, standing fully to attention. She took him in her mouth and he groaned, his hands running through her hair.

The sound of his pleasure filled the room, and she felt a strange sense of power. This was a dance she had never danced before, but she knew the steps. She moved with a confidence that surprised even herself, her eyes locked on his as she worked to satisfy him.

Mr. Kraskal's grip tightened in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're quite the ... surprise," he managed to say, his voice strained, "but that's enough now."

Hannah stopped and looked at him, a questioning look in her eyes. "Lie back." he said, and as she did so he began to work between her legs, returning the favor that she had bestowed upon him. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as his hands and then his mouth explored her. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't help but feel a genuine stirring of desire as Mr Kraskal's tongue continued to probe her most sensitive place. This was part of the game, part of the deal she had made.

When she was ready, Mr. Kraskal stood and removed the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was surprisingly fit for his age. He was a man who took care of himself, and it showed.

He pulled her to her feet, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice gruff with need.

Hannah nodded, her heart racing. "I'm sure," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She knew the cost of this night, and she was willing to pay it.

Mr. Kraskal picked her up and placed her on the desk, the cool wood against her bare skin sending a shiver down her spine. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling his erection press against her. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint noise of the music from the party.

With a final kiss, he pushed into her, and she gasped. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, and she wasn't prepared for the feeling of fullness. But she pushed through the slight discomfort, focusing on the deal at hand. She had to make sure he was satisfied, had to make sure she had the investment.

He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. But as the minutes ticked by, his rhythm grew faster, more intense. Hannah bit her lip, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to keep her moans quiet. The line between business and pleasure was blurring fast.

With every thrust, she felt the weight of her decision, the gravity of the deal they were making. But she also felt something else—a spark of excitement, a rush of adrenaline that was intoxicating. The thrill of the risk was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Hannah's body responded to his touch, and she couldn't help but get lost in the moment. Her hips met his, her breath coming in short gasps as the tension grew. She had never felt so alive, so thrilled, so powerful.

Mr. Kraskal's eyes bore into hers, and she knew he could see the desire in her gaze. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're going to make a fine investment."

Hannah's breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her body moving in rhythm with his. She had never felt so alive, so in control, even as she gave herself to him in this most intimate of ways.

Their bodies moved together, a silent dance of power and desire. She felt herself getting closer to the edge, her muscles tightening around him. He seemed to sense it and increased his pace, his hands gripping her hips as he drove deeper.

The tension grew, building to a crescendo in Hannah and a cry from her that she couldn't stifle, a cry that seemed to echo in the very air of the office. And then, a short time later, with a final, guttural groan, Mr. Kraskal stilled, his body tensing. Hannah felt his contractions, the warmth of his release, the proof of his satisfaction.

For a moment, they stayed there, locked together in a silent understanding of the transaction that had just occurred. Then, with a sigh, Mr. Kraskal pulled back and helped her to her feet. "You're a surprisingly good negotiator, Hannah," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and lust.

Hannah quickly gathered her dress, her cheeks flushed and her body still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. She slipped it over her head, the fabric feeling foreign against her skin. "Thank you, Richard," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'm just looking out for my future."

Mr. Kraskal chuckled, pulling on his trousers. "Indeed, you are. And I have a feeling that future is looking very bright for you." He strode over to the desk and picked up his shirt, tossing it on. "Now, let's join the party before anyone gets suspicious."

Hannah nodded, her mind racing. She had done it. The investment was hers. But the cost was higher than she had anticipated. She felt a strange mix of pride and disgust, excitement and fear. She had crossed a line she never thought she would, but it had paid off. She put her doubts to one side, her mind full with thoughts of promotion, of finally escaping the confines of her secretarial role.

They re-joined the party, Mr. Kraskal's arm draped casually around her shoulders. The warmth of his touch was a constant reminder of what had just happened, but she forced a smile, mingling with the other guests. As they walked, she could feel his eyes on her, a silent acknowledgment of their newfound alliance. The party buzzed with chatter and laughter, but Hannah's senses were heightened, every sound and scent seeming more vivid than before.

The investors hovered around them like moths to a flame, eager to hear Mr. Kraskal's insights. Hannah listened intently, picking up on their conversations, noticing the subtle power plays and flirtations. She realized she was now a player in this high-stakes game, and she had to keep her wits about her.

Ms. Buchanan approached them, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hannah, I see you're taking to this like a duck to water," she said, her eyes flicking down to where Mr. Kraskal's hand rested on Hannah's waist.

Hannah felt a rush of adrenaline. "I'm just doing my best to represent the company," she replied, her voice cool and collected.

Ms. Buchanan's smile grew. "I'm sure you are," she said, her tone filled with a hint of challenge. "Keep it up and who knows what opportunities might come your way."

Mr Kraskal drifted away to talk to another investor, allowing Ms, Buchanan to speak more freely. "You did well tonight, Hannah," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of surprise. "I had my doubts, but it seems you might just have what it takes."

"Does that mean I'm staying in marketing?" asked Hannah, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Ms. Buchanan's smile remained, but her eyes were shrewd. "Let's just say your future here has taken a very interesting turn. But remember, this is just the first step. You'll have to keep proving your worth."

Hannah nodded, trying to appear calm, but she knew she had played her hand tonight and won big. It had been more or less confirmed that she was staying in marketing and she could say goodbye to her secretarial role.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of small talk, calculated smiles, and the exchange of business cards. Hannah felt like she was walking a tightrope, her every move scrutinized by the sharp eyes of the investors. But she had one thing going for her—she knew she had something they wanted, and that knowledge filled her with a newfound confidence.

As the evening drew to a close, and the last of the guests exited the ballroom, Hannah felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. As she arrived home, she started looking forward to the following Monday morning and the formal confirmation of her new position, but the weight of what had happened in the office that evening was heavy on her mind. She experienced a few flashbacks of lying naked on the coldness of the desk, of Richard thrusting in and out of her. In that office she had crossed a line she never thought she would, and in a way that was shocking, but she had done it for the sake of her future. She had proven herself capable of playing the game, and she knew that she would do it again if she had to.

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Turkey Butt writes Mon 15 Sep 2025 23:42:

Well written - a bone-inducing story that made me stop and clean up the mess caused by reading this while I was home alone...

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