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Under Her Thumb

... from between the toothed edges of my fly. ‘Don’t you know the company has a policy about internet use?’ ‘Y-yes, Ms. Saunders, I’m so sorry, i-it won’t happen again.’ ‘You betcha it won’t happen again. You understand I’ll have to report this upstairs, don’t you?’ ‘Oh no, please, Ms. Saunders, don’t tell Mr. Carrington. I… he will fire me.’ ‘You should have thought about that before using company property for your own perverted purposes.’ ‘I-I can’t lose my job, Ms. Saunders. I just can’t.’ ‘Why should I care?’ ‘Please reconsider, Ms. Saunders. I-I’ll do anything.’ ‘Anything like what?’ Although her tone is still angry, a strange glow has appeared in her eyes. ‘I… I’ll do those stats you have been wanting to pull. I know how. I heard you ask Astrid last week and she has no clue.’ ‘Bob did them for me yesterday, and he’ll be running them for me every Friday. It’s no good offering me something I already have, is it?’ The glow has brightened to a shine. I’m afraid to interpret it. What if I’m wrong? On the other hand, what do I have to lose? ‘Uhm, well, maybe… I could be of use to you in other ways.’ ‘What do you mean?’ She spits the words into my face, quite literally. But her chest is heaving as her respiration quickens, and below the bulk of her belly I see her knees rubbing against each other. Strange how no matter what the size or age, the signs are always the same in every woman. I’m slowly gaining confidence. ‘Well, you know. Whatever your deepest desires may be.’ Ms. ...

... Saunders suddenly straightens up. Did I assess her wrong? ‘And what, according to you, are my deepest desires?’ I’m no longer quite so sure. I’m trembling with fright and nervousness. I wish I were at home, cuddled up before the TV with a bottle of beer and a bag of potato chips. How the hell did I ever get into this mess? ‘I’m waiting.’ She has crossed her arms over her broad chest. Never a good sign with her. The room is spinning around me. ‘I’m sorry. I should never have … I’ll pack my things now.’ But Ms. Saunders doesn’t budge. ‘That’s it? You’re just going to leave? I thought you were making me an offer?’ I look up at her, trying to find a sign of where this is going. I see none. ‘I mean no disrespect. You would never…’ ‘I would never what?’ Why does she keep insisting? ‘You know.’ ‘No, I don’t know. What were you offering me that I would never?’ I’m getting frustrated. I feel she’s playing with me. ‘Sex, OK? I was offering to fuck you so you would not fire me.’ In my growing anger, I never see the hand coming down until it is burning on my cheek. I can’t believe she slapped me! ‘That’s for the tone. I may not be your boss but I’m senior management and I demand to be spoken to with respect.’ I look up at her, rubbing my cheek. ‘I-I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to shout at you.’ ‘Fuck me, huh? Are you such a good fuck, then?’ She is a master of manipulation. She has me squirming at her feet and there is not a clue of where she is going with me. ‘Well, uhm, I’ve had some ...