The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite

... care that she and her husband were having problems. He wasn’t even remotely shocked to hear it either. Anita was a bitch at the office, so it was safe to say that she was a bitch at home. She paused for a moment, and swallowed hard. “The other day I was looking at our phone bill, and I noticed that he had been texting a number a lot; a number that I didn’t recognize. I questioned him about it, and he said that it was an old friend from high school.” She paused again, and took in a deep breath. It looked like an attempt to hold back a tear to Jack. “I didn’t believe him, so I followed him one night and sure enough, that motherfucker met up with this ratchet ass bitch at some club!” Jack saw the sadness and malaise in Anita’s eyes immediately turn to rage as she recounted what she saw. “I watched that nasty slut grind her nasty, skanky, basic ass up against him. I wanted to kill them both right then and there!” An angry tear fell down her cheek. “I had to leave the club because I thought that I was going to be sick! He didn’t come home that night, so I know that he had to have taken that lil’ hood rat bitch to some nasty fuckin’ hotel so he could fuck her! Even found it on his fuckin’ credit card statement.” She stopped abruptly and looked at Jack, and another tear had fallen from her eyes. He looked puzzled; like he wasn’t quite sure why she was telling him all of this. She was his supervisor, and it was believed between the two of them that each at the very least disliked the ...

... other. They almost never talked and when they did, it certainly wasn’t about anything personal. Jack cleared his throat before he began to speak. “I am really sorry that you had to see that Anita, and I’m sorry that your husband is doing that to you. I really, truly am but I’m confused. Why are you telling me all of this? I mean… Let’s be honest… We’re not exactly friends, and we’re certainly not confidants. Plus, I don’t know if you forgot this but, you’re my boss!” “I know I’m your fucking boss,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I just don’t have anyone else to talk to!” Anita was getting ready to say something else, but the phone at Jack’s desk rang. He took the ringing phone as an opportunity to leave her office, so he did. He made his way back to his desk, picked up the phone and went back to work, trying to stay busy for the rest of the day. There was no other opportunity for the two to speak again, but their conversation was all he could think about for the rest of the day. He kept wondering what she wanted him to do. Was she just venting to him, or did she actually want him to do something for her? He had trouble concentrating for the rest of the day. When his shift had ended, Jack finally got the answer to the question that had been bugging him all day. Anita came up to him and asked if he could give her a ride home. She said that maybe they could finish their conversation before he dropped her off. Jack was surprised once again. She had never asked him for a ride home, ...