She didn't even bother to look up when Joe entered the office.
"You wanted to see me?"
She just put up a hand and waved at the chair in front of her desk.
Fucking bitch, Joe thought as he sat down. Fucking women bosses, have to show you they're in charge. He watched Victoria Stern stare at her computer screen. She probably wanted to give him hell about the Wilson file – which wasn't even his responsibility. But she seemed to enjoy giving him hell.
Joe couldn't fucking believe this – now she was picking up the phone and making a call. Why did she bother to send for me? He thought of saying something like, "Hey bitch, tell me what you want from my life and let me alone." But he didn't say anything...1) because he was a wimp and 2) because Victoria's phone conversation intrigued him.
"Take your hand off your cock when you talk to me, pig," she said into the phone. "And when you address me, you say, 'Yes, Miss Stern.'"
Victoria was leaning back in her chair now, still ignoring Joe. He was fucking pissed, but he couldn't ignore that Victoria was the main subject of his jerk-off fantasies since she became his superior. And the way she said "pig" sent blood coursing through his cock.
Now she was saying, "You know what happens when I'm not satisfied, worm. Your wife can go fuck herself. You'll ejaculate when I tell you to ejaculate."
Victoria was older than Joe by ten years. She had hints of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. But she kept herself lean and fit. Her tight-fitting business suits highlighted the swell of her ample breasts and her smooth, muscular legs. Many nights he wondered what it would be like to touch her tan thighs. For sure, she was hotter than any of the twenty-year-old temps that were coming and going in the office.
She hung up the phone, turned to Joe and said, "Take out your cock."
She looked dead serious.
Was she joking? Was she trying to embarrass him? She had been rude before, but this was going over the line. She stared straight into Joe's eyes, which made him uncomfortable. He laughed weakly and turned away. But her face remained rigid, expressionless.
"Did you not understand, Joe?" She leaned forward.
"I don't think I understand at all, Victoria."
"It's not hard to understand, Joe – I told you to take out your cock. It seems simple enough to me."
"Why would you want me to do that?"
The poor thing was nervous already, she thought. Should be easy. She came around the desk, and sat on the edge, only a few feet away from him. She lifted a leg, resting her foot on the arm of Joe's chair. His eyes quickly moved up the line of her leg, but stopped at the hem of her skirt. He didn't dare steal a peek. She looked down at Joe and said, "Because you're going to jerk yourself off for me."
"What kind of joke is this?"
She pressed her heel against the back of his chair, tilting him back. "The joke is, you jerk off or you're fired. Funny, huh?"
Joe turned red. She was fucking serious. The bitch.
"I know what you do on your late nights at the office, Joe. I have evidence. Notice the cameras." She pointed to the ceiling. "Are we still having a problem understanding, Joey?"
Now she lifted her leg high and brought her stiletto heel down into his crotch. "Are we still having a problem?"
"No, I understand, Victoria."
She pressed the heel into his balls. "What did you call me, worm?"
"Miss Victoria."
"Very good. You learn fast for an idiot. But I can't waste my time with a loser like you all day, so get to it. Unzip."
"You want me to do it right here?" She could smell the sweat off his body.
"You are a dumb fuck. No more questions."
Joe's face tightened as he reached down to his trousers. His hands were shaking, the poor baby. It took him several tries to undo them and get the zipper down.
"Drop your pants to your ankles."
He didn't fight back this time. He slid his pants over his knees and dropped them to the floor. He sat motionless for a few seconds with his shirttail covering his boxers.
Miss Victoria drummed her long red fingernails against the desktop. Joe ran his hands through his hair, and took a deep breath.
"You have three seconds, worm –
One..."
He lifted the shirttail.