Story 1: Lusting After My Sexy Secretaries. 6

Nicholas's pov

Just as I thought it was all over, my office door swung open and my PA rushed in. My mother stopped in her tracks, momentarily distracted and I seized the moment to fix myself, before standing. 

“Mr Waltz just forced his way in. I tried to tell him that you were busy and wouldn't entertain any visitors now, but he insisted on seeing for himself. As we speak, he's already in the elevator, on his way here,” Patrick, my PA panted. 

He must have raced up the stairs to inform me before I got pissed and fired him. 

“You know you could have just called me right?” I said and he lowered his head. 

“Mr Waltz? That old geezer? What does he want now?” My mother frowned. “Hasn't he borrowed enough money? Does he think we run a charity organisation here?” 

“Mom…”

“You know what, don't worry. I'll deal with him myself!” She stormed out of the office without even waiting for me to answer. My assistant ran after her, leaving just me in the office. 

I turned to the desk, irritation replacing my relief. I walked over.

“Out now, both of you!” I snapped and they scrambled out of their hiding place. The raw fear in their eyes told me that they were fully aware of what they had done. 

“Whose genius idea was it to touch me without my consent?” 

Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

Neither of them spoke.

Valerie stood stiffly, hands clasped in front of her, eyes glued to the floor. Amelia, on the other hand, lifted her chin just slightly, defiance flickering beneath the fear. That alone told me everything I needed to know.

I exhaled slowly through my nose.

“Well?” I prompted, voice deceptively calm. “Since no one seems eager to confess, I’ll decide for myself.”

I circled the desk, each step deliberate, measured.Q They followed my movement with their eyes like prey tracking a predator they couldn’t outrun.

“You,” I said, stopping in front of Amelia. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“I gave a clear instruction,” I continued. 

“And you chose to ignore it. Not because you didn’t understand, but because you wanted to test me.”

I turned my gaze to Valerie. “And you followed along.”

Valerie shook her head quickly. “Sir, I…”

I raised a hand, cutting her off. “I don’t care why. Intent doesn’t erase the consequence.”

I moved back behind my desk and leaned against it, folding my arms. My voice dropped, losing all warmth.

“You seem to have forgotten something very important,” I said. “This is my office. My company. And I decide the rules.”

They both nodded hurriedly.

“Now for your punishment, I'll give you a location tonight. You're not allowed to come in anything other than a lingerie, got it?” 

Their eyes widened and they exchanged glances. 

“How are we supposed to…” Valerie started protesting but I cut her short. 

“I don't care how you do it. Either that or I can have my assistant prepare your termination letters. Whichever you chose, I don't mind,” I shrugged. 

They exchanged glances, aware they had no choice. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good, you're dismissed.” 

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Fratana was a lot hotter tonight. The strip club was known for its indulgent atmosphere. Naked women were in every corner, dancing, drinking, or exchanging tongues with some randos. It was a place built on temptation and secrecy, where people came to forget who they were outside its walls.

I took a seat in the VIP section, loosening my cuffs slightly as a waitress approached without asking and placed a glass in front of me. My usual. Ice clinked softly. I took a slow sip, eyes scanning the room, already knowing who I was waiting for.

They were late.

Just when irritation began to settle in my chest, the heavy curtain at the entrance shifted.

They stepped in.

The reaction was immediate, heads turned, conversations faltered for half a second too long. Even in a place like this, they stood out.

Amelia moved stiffly, clearly uncomfortable under the weight of curious stares, her arms wrapped around herself as though she could disappear if she tried hard enough. Valerie, on the other hand, walked with confidence, her posture daring with a sharp, unapologetic gaze. 

Their eyes found mine.

I didn’t wave. Didn’t even smile. I simply tilted my glass slightly and waited as they approached me. 

Up close, I could see it clearly now, the nerves, the tension, the unspoken question hanging between us. Valerie swallowed hard. Amelia met my gaze head-on, her lips pressed together as if daring me to blink first.

“You're late,” I said calmly.

“Sorry sir,” they muttered. 

I picked up the bottle and filled two glasses. “Drink and get on the poles. I want to watch you dance.” 

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved and I arched a brow, daring them to disagree.

Valerie reached for the glass first. Her hand trembled slightly as she took a sip, then another, as if fortifying herself. Amelia followed, slower, her eyes never leaving mine as she lifted the drink to her lips.

“Go on,” I said quietly.

They exchanged a look and then turned toward the stage.

The crowd immediately noticed. I mean, how couldn't they?

Whistles rose, a few appreciative murmurs rippling outward as they stepped into the light. 

Their eyes locked on mine and I slipped my drink slowly. Valerie was the first to grab the pole, twisting her body around in with a flexibility that I found incredibly sexy. 

Amelia wrapped her hands over Valerie’s body in a slow sensual motion that made me picture when they were eating each other on my desk. 

They didn't break contact with me even for a second. Even as the crowd cheered. Valerie jumped on the pole, wrapping her legs instantly around Amelia's neck, while Amelia's arm travelled over her butt. 

A smirk played on my lips. The position was more than perfect. 

“Take it off,” I mouthed and their eyes widened in shock.