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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The truth is, I'm a shambles at work. I make a mess, miss deadlines, am forever in trouble. But it feels like my boss singles me out more than anyone else. She's older than me, olive skinned and curvy. I get the feeling she wants to make my life difficult.
One sweaty day, I'm called into her office for a dressing down. It's late, most of the others have gone home. My boss is down to shirt sleeves, unbuttoned cos of the heat.
'Nick, Nick,' she says. 'You really are a pain'.
She struts up and down, and I can see the seams of her stockings tracing the back of her firm thighs. Her heels grind into the carpet each time she swivels.
She's sat on her desk, opposite me now. Her eyes are locked on mine.
'I know you think I treat you unfairly, but you really don't put effort in do you? Never been much of a grafter.'
I've had enough. I get up to leave but she grabs my wrist. I turn back awkwardly and stumble into her. Her hair sweeps back over her shoulders. Her back arches and she bites her lip a little. I can feel something growing in my pants.
She pauses, reading the moment. I'm thinking - the wildest thing - that maybe, maybe she's had her reasons for paying me so much attention.
I barely have time to reply when her hand is cupped round my head and her tongue in my mouth. She smells like honey and sex. Her other hand grabs my bottom, squeezing it.
Her lipstick is peppering my neck. She holds her mouth at my ear and whispers.
'Boy, you're going to work to keep this job. On your knees'.
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