Jack's work phone rang. Jack liked to keep "Church and State" matters separate and usually turned his work phone off on weekends. Somehow he forgot this weekend to turn it off.
"Jack?"
"Yes. Oh. Amanda. How are you, what's up?"
"Jack, sorry to disturb you on Saturday, I know you just got in from the road but I really need you to meet me immediately."
"Sure Amanda, but where? I can be in the office in about 30 minutes."
"No. Meet me at my condo. Can you leave now?" As usual, right to the point, all business. Probably her whole life.
"Sure. Of course, Amanda, but why the drama - is this serious?"
"Very. See you in 30 minutes." She disconnected.
Jack was now concerned. His 28-year-old boss had not earned the nickname The Terminator for nothing. Jack quickly reviewed his recent performance in his head and as far as he was concerned he was in the clear.
Although unusual and despite their age difference, Jack was 52, Jack and Amanda got along quite well. He had considered himself to be Amanda's right-hand man so to speak. Jack smoothed over the lumps that were sometimes caused by Amanda's very practical direct approach.
Jack and Amanda had worked together now for a couple of years. As VP, Jack understood that she was his boss and unlike some men of his generation who bristled at working for someone younger, a woman no less, Jack was OK with that. He'd risen in the firm as far as he wanted. Maybe, as far as he was able. He was very good at what he did and appreciated Amanda recognized his talents.
On the other hand, Amanda was still rising. Late twenties now, very confident, very smart and, ok, frankly very hot. At 5' 8" she used her looks to her advantage. Typically she wore a business suits with the skirt about mid thigh. The jackets and blouses always tailored. Her lingerie was always discrete but from what did show one got the impression it was very sexy and very expensive.
Actually, she was scintillatingly beautiful. She was also very ruthless, didn't, beat around the bush and did not suffer sycophants or fools well.
Some of the men in the office arrived at their demise wasting time speculating on whether or not she's definitely bald down there or sucks cock or likes anal or otherwise speculated ad nauseam about her peccadilloes and such. Curious how a man's mind could run riot like that. Silly boys. Jack realized very early upon Amanda's arrival that her sole interest was on driving the business forward.
Some found her gruff, severe, stern, aka, a bitch, Jack just respected her. She had a tough job, she was in-charge and frankly, she got the job done. Jack's ambition was behind him so he was quite happy to support her.
Their business was challenged recently but, thanks to Amanda's strong leadership the company had managed to sail to calmer waters. This despite, the hurt feelings and broken wings left in her wake.
Jack checked her address on the private company directory. Amanda lived in one of the downtown condo towers that had popped up in recent years in the city core and headed directly there.
Jack arrived at the condo in record time and parked easily in the guest parking.
He intercomed up, "Jack? Come on," and was buzzed through the door.
When she opened the door, Jack noted that Amanda was dressed like a typical "Friday" workday in a delightfully pleated burberry plaid short skirt and fitted white blouse ensemble. The skirt and blouse were nicely complemented by fashionable pumps. As usual her makeup was perfect, her lipstick a deep sensual red. Though Jack thought it odd for an early Saturday morning he realized this was not entirely out of character for Amanda - she never did casual. Jack now felt underdressed with his kakis, unbuttoned collared shirt and sandals
"Jack, thanks for coming over on such short notice on the weekend," she ushered me in, "You're probably wondering why I asked you over."
"Well, yes. It's a bit unusual", he said, "but I figured it must be serious."
"It is." She closed the door behind them. "Let's sit in the living room," and led the way.
As she led him on, Jack focused on her fantastic 36 24 37 figure that commanded his attention as it had done a thousand times before. He snapped to attention when she turned and smiled at him. Did she notice?
She sat on a chair across from the sofa and crossed her legs. Immediately, he was drawn to her long wonderful legs. Her skirt had drawn up slightly, now slightly higher on her thigh, the drape of the pleats revealed a bit more leg than the tight pencil skirts she normally wore at the office. Was that a hint of lace top he thought? Never mind! They were here on serious business.
"Jack, please have a seat, " pointing to the sofa directly across from her. She smiled.
Jack was oblivious to the trap that was now sprung.
"Jack," she leant in, uncrossing her legs, her arms crossed on her knees., "I'll be plain: I've respected your council, advice, loyalty. Frankly, you've saved my ass," she shifted subtly to tilt her pelvis toward him, "more times than I can count with the board, but frankly - I don't know how to put this other than straight out." She stood up suddenly looking at him coldly, "Jack, I feel your eyes on my ass and tits all the time and it's fucking annoying!"
Amanda was like a laser getting to the point. Jack was stunned. Not in a million years, would he have bet a million dollars before he heard "ass", "tits" utter from his bosses lips. What next "cunt"?!
Small beads of sweat emerged on his brow. Ok, he thought, this was very serious.
"Jack, there's no point in denying. I'm a woman. We know." She sat down again directly in front of him. She shifted her legs and crossed them, maybe a nanosecond slower than needed and like a shiny light reflection, Jack was again drawn to looking at her crotch. Were they white? Lace? Sheer? Were there any panties?
"Aha!" she yelled, shocking him out of distraction, "Caught you! Jeez! You pervs, you really can't help it.
"What?"
"You were trying to look up my skirt!"
"No! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"
"Tell me, Jack, are you a beaver hunter?"
