Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... about his phone. He had a good idea why she'd asked him to turn it off.

“No. Nothing like that.”

“Well then, let me blunt. Rhonda has a spotless record. She's one of very few women who work here and she has seniority over you. On top of that, your recent behavior has given the higher-ups some cause for concern.”

“My behavior?”

“All the new body mods” she said, pointing to the jewelry adorning his face. “I see you've added a nose ring. And last week you came to work wearing lipstick?”

Darius sighed internally. He knew that was going to bite him in the ass.

“That was an accident.”

“An accident?” She picked up a plastic ruler from the desk and began flexing it in her hands as she leaned back in her chair. “How does one accidentally put on lipstick before going to work?”

“I didn't. I woke up late that day and I didn't get a chance to wash before... Look, it's personal.”

“So you're not bathing before coming to work either? My, you are a filthy boy! Personally, I don't have a problem with the jewelry or lipstick, but it does violate our dress code for men and it's become a bit of a distraction.”

Darius was flabbergasted. He was out of words. He gazed back at Angela, his mouth half-open as he tried to think of a way to salvage the rapidly floundering interview.

“Would you say you're a boot licker, Darius?”

“...Excuse me?”

“Do you like to lick boots? A woman's leather boots, in particular.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Are you serious ...

... about remaining employed? Because if you are, I have boots that need polishing.” She kicked her feet up on the desk. The leather of her footwear gleamed from the bright ceiling lights. “I have an ass that needs kissing too. Not compliments mind you-”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Actual kissing of my ass.” She grinned deviously. “But compliments are welcome too.”

“I'm done. Effective immediately.”

Angela lifted her boots from the desk and smiled. “That's a shame, Darius, but I understand your decision.”

He stood from his chair and headed for the door as she continued speaking.

“I'll tell security to let you clean our your locker before they escort-”

*SLAM*

* * * * *

Darius was surprised when he pushed his key into the lock and found no resistance when he turned it. That was odd. Heather and Shireen should both be at work. The door should've been locked. He pocketed his keys, pulled the door open and entered.

“Hello? Heather??? You home?”

“Yup! In the living room!”

Darius walked down the hallway, set down the bag carrying his locker items and strode into the living room. There was Heather, sitting Indian style on the sofa, typing away on her laptop. She was wearing sweat pants and a lycra top that barely contained her meaty curves.

“Hey baby. What you doin home? You call out?”

“Nope. I quit last week.”

'Oh shit...'

Her matter-of-fact statement hit him like a sledge hammer. Her job had only been part time. If she'd told him that yesterday ...