I see you at your job, walking around as if you run the place....long strides, bold walk, head up, shoulders back...long brown radiant hair flowing down your back. Your look is confident, your strides are purposeful...long legs, elegant...nice ass, with that round shape by your skirt, firm, snug fit. When you walk by most people do not look at you, most men gawk, wide eyed like a deer in the head lights. You are used to it, the position demands it, otherwise you would not nor could not command such respect.....you know who they think you are, what they think you are "cunt", "slut" "whore" these are whispers you hear falling in your wake?
You notice but don't notice the side glances, the look of ridicule, the look that says, who do she think she is, look at her? But, you do not care for you have seen it all before, heard it all and is able to continue to do your job because no matter what kind of a "bitch" they think that you are or "how tough they may feel you are they do not know you, not a single one of them knows just who you really are?"...So, you do not give a fuck what they say, what they think, you will continue to walk around and hope that they say something out of line, that they cross that imaginary line, because you are the boss, when it's all said and done and you will fire their ass!
As you are deep in your own inner world, you walk by, a glance at first, but then you really notice me...you do that slow looking, double looking, without breaking your stride..... but not looking thing that you do, then you smile to yourself, check off that mental box of possibilities...no words exchange, just a mental checklist you use in the balancing of the various responsibilities that you carry on a daily basis....
As you are strolling to the backroom, again you catch a glance, but...he's not staring, no deer-in-the-headlights affect here. What the fuck, you say to yourself...don't he know who I am? I am the fucking boss here; this is my store, these are my people who serve him! Nothing, so you stroll by acting like you are checking on something in the men's shirt department. Really, all you are doing is giving him a full view of what he is missing. Still nothing, what the fuck again you say to yourself, this fucker...he just do not have a clue as to who I am?.....