The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

PART I

“Seriously?”

I shook my head and looked at my boss, who was staring down at her phone.

“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, sighing. “They canceled at the last minute.”

“Ugh,” I said. It had taken an hour on the subway, going from one end of town to another, to get to the business meeting. We had managed to get an early start and miss the bulk of the morning rush, but now it was getting well into the rush, and the thoughts of dealing with the ride back made me cringe.

I had been at this job for a couple years now, selling cloud services to businesses, and I had done well. The worst part of it, though - in the business world, salespeople are the lowest on the totem pole. Folks with “real jobs” had no problem with jerking us around. I had spent four years in college as a marketing major, driving myself into debt with student loans – for this.

Megan, my boss, shrugged it off better than I did.

“Oh, well,” she said. “At least we had a nice ride on the trains today.” She gave a silly smile.

“Beats real work, especially since my boss knows I’m not out here slacking,” I shot back.

I liked my boss. She was fair, smart, and, had a great sense of humor. We bantered back and forth a lot, within the bounds of what was professional. It made working with her fun. She was friends with my older sister, Jesse, which was how I had gotten this job. I had known her for several years, even before I started the job.

Megan was easy on the eyes. She was perhaps six or ...

... seven years older than I was – I was just a couple years out of college – but she was a knock out. Pretty face, long blonde hair (now tied up in a business-like braid), fit, slender but with just enough curves to notice. She went out of her way when she dressed for work to minimize her figure, but you could still tell she was built. One time I caught sight of her as she was leaving at night to head to the gym, and she rocked the tights and sports bra.

But thoughts like that I kept at bay. She was my boss and, despite the fact that she was beautiful, I had to keep things professional. I needed this job and I felt like I would be letting my sister down if got in trouble on a job she got for me.

We made our way back to the subway station. It had been busy when we got there, the platform was jammed now. I fell in behind her as we threaded our way through the mass of bodies to the edge of the platform, where we waited for the next train.

My boss was busily typing emails on her phone while I kept a lookout for the next train.

“More bad news,” she said. “There’s a power outage at the office park, a cable cut. And the surge fried some of the equipment. It’s going to take awhile to get the juice back on. They’re telling people to work from home for the rest of the day.”

“Great,” I said. We had met at a subway station near the office with the expectation that we would be going back after the meeting. Now, in addition to the long ride on the crowded subway, I had a drive ...