I had only been working at CommLogic for two months and had decided to quit. I thought the opportunity to work for this up and coming technology company was a dream opportunity that would make my career. The offer was generous, the benefits package was decent, and they were an ESOP - so 15 cents of every dollar went into stock options for me at the company. The work was interesting and my sales team was amazing. They had two great performers and one who was decent.
The problem was the Director of Operations, Jean. I had heard she was a ball buster, but I was a rock star. There was no reason I shouldn't absolutely knock her socks off by driving sales even further through the roof. Since I was still in my first ninety days of employment, she sat in all my meetings. If I said "Good job" to one of my sales people, she complained that they didn't do more. If I tried to correct one of my under performing sales people, she would defend them. It was frustrating to be held responsible but feel like I had no power in my role.
To add to the trouble, she had curves to spare and flaunted them to some and glared at others who dared look. I worked very hard to keep my eyes level with hers and ignored any temptations of the flesh. I couldn't believe anyone would want to play with the bitch, but every now and then I caught myself wondering what would happen if the next button down would pop off.
The final straw came last Friday. I came in early to wrap up my work on some new landing pages and saw her light was on. I sighed inwardly and trudged to my desk. I wanted to fight back, to take control of the situation, but so far a solution had escaped me. She was at the copier, bent over and filling the paper. There she was, her cleavage fully on display and I couldn't help but look. She caught me, glared and said, "I believe you get paid to grow this company, not grow your cock looking at me."
I blushed bright red and mumbled something about not meaning to look. Jean said, "I saw you, you liked it. Probably getting hard right now." Audaciously she brushed her fingers across the front of my pants. "Don't use too much lotion in the bathroom or I'll make you buy the next load."
That was it. I had enough. Not only was I being humiliated in meetings, but my masculinity was being challenged. I updated my LinkedIn and began looking for a new job. I came in the next day on Saturday to print off a few resumes, steal some office supplies and make sure that any contact information I had shared with the company was information I could get back.
It was quiet that morning and I hadn't seen any cars in the parking lot, but as I walked past the conference room to my desk I heard a quiet moan of "Oh yeah baby" from inside. I stopped and looked through the window. There Jean was, laying naked on the conference room table with her laptop open. Clearly she was masturbating for someone on camera and had decided to double down on the office fetish.
