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The Boss Lady Part I Revised

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction, and has no bearing on reality. It is a revision of a story that I posted when I first started writing. I posted the original version under the name "Nameless9167." This story has some racial themes, but it IS NOT racist! Please enjoy, and I hope that it makes you cum! Also please vote and leave a comment! Thank you! The Boss Lady: Part I (Revised) “Jack I need to see you in my office as soon as you get a chance, Anita said with a hint of anger in her voice. Jack rolled his eyes, wondering what she wanted from him now, wishing more than anything that she would just leave him alone and let him do his work. Demanding bitch, he muttered under his breath as he walked to her office. “Close the door,” she said to Jack. He complied, and turned to shut the door. Jack looked at his boss with irritation. What a bitch, Jack thought, looking at her. He wondered what he had done now to be called into her pitiful excuse of an office. In fact it was less of an office and more of a walk-in closet with a computer desk and a file cabinet. A half smile crawled across his face; she was proud of this, he thought. “What’s going on, Anita,” he asked her, trying to be as cordial as possible. “You didn’t do anything,” she said, “so don’t start getting all paranoid on me. “Ok,” Jack said, desperately trying to mask his irritation. He hated her attitude. She always talked as if she was owed something; as if she were the queen of the universe, and ...

... everyone around her only existed to please her. She eyed him up and down, sizing him up and he reciprocated in kind. She might have been an entitled, stuck up bitch, but she was an entitled, stuck up bitch that happened to be sexy as fuck! He appraised her caramel-colored face; brown eyes with long eye lashes highlighting them, and plump, juicy lips that were covered by clear, shiny lip gloss. The rest of her face was lightly made up to accentuate her high cheekbones. Her black hair had copper highlights, and fell just past her chin; and the skin that was not covered by her respectable work attire was the color of milk chocolate. Jack’s eyes moved further down to her chest. He guessed that she was 34, or 36 B cup; maybe even a small C. Her midsection was mostly flat, but Jack suspected that it was more from dieting than from exercise. Her hips and ass however, were a different story! Jack guessed her waist to maybe be a 29 or 30 inches, but her ass had to be at least 40 inches around. It was truly a sight to behold, and the tight, tan business slacks she wore did nothing to hide her “ghetto booty.” Images of her naked body flashed through his mind until he was snapped back into reality when she began to speak. “Jack I need a favor from you. You are the only one that I can trust in this department, and I need someone to talk to. “ Jack became apprehensive by his supervisor’s admission, specifically because it was directed to him. She was usually cold and distant toward him, and ...