The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part III-Rewrite

... her body. “You know that you really don’t have to do that, and don’t expect me to do it to you,” Anita said, her defensive wall coming back up again. “Why are you always like that? Why do you always become such a bitch when someone actually tries to help you?! Seriously, I want to know!” Jack threw the loofah onto the floor and turned her around to look her square in the eyes. “I don’t fucking know! Anita shot back. I’m just not used to favors; especially from the people who work for me! And don’t think that I am going to be treating you differently now. You are still my employee and you will act accordingly at the office, and that means acting like none of this ever happened,” she said wagging her finger between the two of them. Anita picked up the loofah and finished washing herself off. She gave it to Jack when she was done, and he started to scrub himself down, but received no help from Anita. She got out of the shower, grabbed two towels from linen closet and threw one over the shower curtain for Jack. She dried herself off, and walked out of the bathroom. Jack finished washing and got out of the shower. He hurriedly dried himself off and followed her into the bedroom. “I think that you should leave,” Anita said, turning around to look at Jack. The look on her face was a mixture of hurt, and guilt. “What the fuck is your problem?” Jack asked, dumbfounded by her sudden change in attitude, and frustrated at how the night was turning out. “I thought we were having a good ...

... time and now all of a sudden you just want to throw me out! What have I done wrong?!” “Please just go! I need to process what the fuck just happened! I just fucked someone that works for me!” “We didn’t fuck!” Jack said in a light tone, trying to resurrect the situation. “We gave each other some really good head, but we did not fuck!” “You know what I meant, smart ass! Please just go and let me think about this! I will see you at work on Monday, but for now please just go!” “Fine,” Jack said, snatching up the clothes he had left on Anita’s bedroom floor and stormed down the stairs. He picked up and put on his slacks that were left at the door earlier, slammed the door leading into the garage as he walked out, and then got into his car and left. After he got on the road, he realized that he was still a little drunk, but he figured that he could probably make it home as his apartment was not too far from Anita’s home. Jack was fuming mad by the time he unlocked his apartment door. ‘How could she use me like this,’ he asked himself. ‘And why in the hell was he not surprised?!’ That was the type of person she was. She used people to get what she wanted and when she got it, she discarded them like trash. ‘At least now I’m not just an employee to her,’ he said to himself, pulling a beer from his dinky little fridge. He popped the top and guzzled it down. ‘I’m an employee with a big dick.’ He chuckled and took a deep, relaxing breath. He was glad that he didn’t have to go to work the ...