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Fucking My Boss

... cautiously flirtatious back to here, even if I were misreading her signals. Friday, September 12 was the date of my performance review. It was also the day before Renee left for vacation, which would be followed by my own vacation. It was the last time we would see each other for a couple weeks, so we wanted to make the most of the time. It was also the day I first fucked my boss. I'd later find out that the timing of the performance review -- on a Friday before Renee went on vacation and at 5 pm no less, when the office was virtually deserted -- was by Renee's design. The setting was right; if the sparks flew, then all the better. Normally I would have been annoyed with having to stay late on any day, let along on a Friday; for Renee, though, I would do anything. It had been a very stressful day, which was pretty much the norm in this job. Inter-office politics made both Renee's and my jobs more difficult than they needed to be on most days, and we'd often debrief and de-stress in Renee's office at the end of a particularly stressful day. It was these meetings where I'd often detect what I construed as mild flirting from my significantly older superior. The meeting started with our usual venting and small talk before transferring into my review. Needless to say, I scored high marks. Renee said a lot of very sweet things about me, which again had me thinking about lying on her desk while she rode up and down me. I clearly started to drift there, because Renee called me out. ...

... "What did I just say?" Renee said. "Oh," I stuttered, "Sorry. I was just . . . thank you for the kind words," or something along those lines. Our conversation then turned toward Renee's upcoming vacation. I found out that my boss was going with just her kids, leaving the hubby behind, which I found strange and politely questioned her on. Renee then spoke freely of her strained relationship with her husband, including in no uncertain terms that she hadn't "been laid in four months." Yes, we had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but even so, that comment took me back. I must not have been thinking clearly when I responded, but in retrospect, I'm thankful for whatever state of mind I was in. "That's too bad," I said. "I would totally sleep with you." I remember the words exactly. I also remember how Renee's eyes grew so wide that I thought they'd pop. My heart stopped as I considered the words that just came out of my mouth, wondering how bad a thing I had just done. But then an unmistakably seductive grin spread across her face. My dread turned instantly to hope. "Well," my increasingly sexy boss said, "as I said when you were zoning out there, despite your outstanding performance, there's no room in the budget for a raise . . . but maybe we can get creative and think of something else to serve as a reward for your work." It was as if I were living out a porno. I turned red. My heart was pounding. I was as nervous as I'd ever been, but there was no way I was bungling ...