Taking Charge
My boss, Jason, likes to think he really knows how to lay down the law. In the office, he’s not afraid of pulling people up if their work is substandard and he doesn’t really care what others think; he’s a bit of a whip-cracker. But there’s one person he never says a word to, never raises his voice at and never complains about – and that’s me. I wondered for a time if it’s because of the way I look. Some guys are intimidated by good-looking girls and, being honest, I’m model-hot. I’m a twenty-seven year old black girl with long, silky legs and breasts that you only find in magazines. But my most striking feature is that I’ve got blue eyes.
It was when I caught Jason looking at my backside that I realised the deal; he had the hots for me, but he wasn’t going to do anything about it. So, I decided it was time to take charge. I waited until the end of the day, when everyone was going home and then marched into Jason’s office.
“I need to see you and I need to see you, now!” I snapped, taking him by surprise.
“Uh...can it wait ‘til tomorrow?”
“No! It can’t! Close the door!” As he did so, I went and sat in his office chair.
“Uh... Janice,” he stuttered.“What’s going on?”
“Shut up!” I barked.
By my reckoning, Jason was tired of ordering everyone around and wanted someone to do it to him. And, judging by the bump that started to appear in his trousers, I was right.
“You want me, don’t you?” I made it sound like a command, rather than a question.
“Uh... You are very attractive...”
“Answer the question! Would you like to have me: yes or no?”
“Uh...well...yes. I would.” At this, I spread my legs in front of him, giving him a glimpse of my silky knickers.
“Then you’re going to have to show me just how much you want me,” I purred, dangerously. “On your knees, Jason. You’re going to go down on me while I sit in your chair. Aren’t you?” As bosses go, Jason turned out to be the most enthusiastic I’ve ever worked for...