I knew I was going to like this new job. It was simple enough after all. Every morning I would help the service techs load their trucks and get out on the road. Every evening I'd wash the trucks and ensure that they looked clean and presentable. In between I'd simply do whatever the office needed. The interview had gone smoothly, and for a college dropout the pay was insane!
Monday morning came quickly and I nervously jumped right in. Carrying tool bags and replacement parts to load up for the drivers. Every now and again I thought I saw my boss watching from her office up the hill. The work was thankless but the techs were trained professionals. They barely even acknowledged me. "Probably used to high turnover at this position," I thought to myself. By roughly 9am I had gotten everyone out on and on route.
Looking to the office, this time I definitely saw my boss watching me through the blinds. Her watching me made me feel instantly self conscious about the mess left behind. Boxes and garbage left behind by the hurried technicians were strewn about. "I'd better clean up the yard before heading up to the office," I thought. As quickly as possible I began collecting garbage and putting all the recycling away. The office window was now free of anyone watching. I had to admit that her silhouette was as intimidating as it was sexy. By about 10:15 I'd finished straightening up. Turning towards the office I saw that she was watching again. Only this time I could tell by her body language that she did not seem happy. I quickly set off up the hill.
Walking through the front door I saw the receptionist Catherine. "10:23? Oof" she said with a sarcastic grin. I could feel the embarrassment rising to my cheeks. "I uhh thought I'd uh clean". Catherine interrupted me like she couldn't possibly care less about anything i had to say. "Ms. Lyon said to send you straight to her office." I paused and tried to meet her gaze but she seemed completely disinterested. After an awkward moment I turned and headed towards the office. The coldness of the interaction stuck deep within my stomach.
Knocking on her office door I was met with an extremely pleasant "Come in".
Opening the door, I met her gaze. The smile quickly faded and she let out a curt, "Close the door behind you." I quickly stepped in and made sure to fully close the door. Turning back around I saw that she had began making a cup of coffee. My eyes were now transfixed on her stunning body, pouring over her every curve. I couldn't believe the shape of her supple ass. It was perfect, and all but bursting through the seams of her skin tight black slacks. Stumbling forward my hands groped for the chair infront of her desk, I quickly sat down. "Pull it together you fucking weirdo. " I thought. I couldn't believe the difference between how comfortable I'd felt in the interview last week. "Sure, she was hot in the interview but this was... her ass is incredible, her legs, her back, even her shoulders were"
It was then that I was ripped back to reality.
"Did I tell you to sit?" She asked without turning around.
"Uh my bad" I stammered leaping to my feet.
"These chairs are for customers and important people only." "Do I make myself clear?"
"Ya for sure!" I said with a fake nonchalance.
"You'll remember from the interview that you are to address me as Ms Lyon and respond to questions with yes ma'am or no ma'am only"
I was now genuinely speechless, normally it would have been because of how aggressive she was being, but now I was speechless because of how turned on I was.
"Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" She asked with a wicked look of amusement, pausing at each word.
