She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn't at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes later, she was still waiting in her car, no sign of him.
When she strode into the building, the manager stepped out of his office to greet her, not expecting the young woman he saw to be as domineering as she was. She stood there, sharp black heels, the hem of her skirt several inches from her knees, the white button up barely visible beneath her black coat and white scarf, waiting for service with an air of dominance.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to O'Reillys. My name is Brian, how may I assist you today?"
She looked at him, measuring him up and down, and slowly pulled off the sunglasses.
"I'm here for Derek," she folded up her glasses and slid them into her pocket. "Where is he?"
"Just one moment miss, I'll go get him for yo-." He began turning away to head out the back door when the sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum floor stopped him.
She had crossed the floor of the lobby in seven long strides, only stopping when her heels met with the toe of his, "I will go get him. Also, in the future, you may address me as Ma'am."
She strode past him, leaving him speechless. He didn't know what he should do nor did he want to be the one to tell her she couldn't go to the employee only break room. He decided to just go back to his office and finish the inventories he had been working on. He'd let Derek deal with her.
The door to the break room swung open as she strode to it. The worker exiting the room held the door open for her but didn't say a word so Derek didn't realize who was walking through the door. Right away she noticed him with wet hair sitting as far away from the door as possible. He was also playing on his phone. Knowing he was in here playing on his phone while she waited in the cold for him annoyed her to a whole new level.
Annoyance fueling her steps, he had no time to react before she snatched the phone out of his hands and said,"You kept me waiting outside for ten minutes. Explain yourself."
"I...I just lost track of time. Some idiot spilled oil on me and I had to take a quick shower. I'm sorry Dusty. You know I didn't do it on purpose," he managed to stumble out.
He stood up and tried to take her hands in his but she swatted them away from her.
Grateful for an excuse, even a semi-valid excuse, to execute her plans for him, she ordered, "No. Don't touch me until I give you permission. Bend over the table."
When he hesitated, she gave a sharp, "Now!"
He slowly bent over the end of the table, his ass sticking out like he knew she'd demand. Dusty took her time going back to the door, savoring the anticipation that was growing in the room, and locking it before she walked behind him. She molded herself to his back and reached around his waist. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his black work pants, moving on to the zipper once the button was free of it's loop. She was careful to not touch his dick. Right now he had only one thing coming. His pants slid down and, like always, he was commando. His ass was at her mercy. She stepped back and admired his ass cheeks. She could see his erection, almost hidden by his hoodie.
Her hand left a bright red mark across his cheek and the room echoed with the sound. He jumped against the table, clearly not expecting such a hard blow to begin with. His poor ass hadn't been properly warmed up and it stung him a little. However, her hand pushed against his lower back, encouraging him to assume his position again. His other cheek was soon sporting the same mark, although this time, he knew what to expect and didn't need her hand to keep him in place.
"That's two. Only eight more to go. I think since you made me wait ten minutes, that you should receive ten. Does that seem fair to you?"
"Yes Ma'am."
