He'd been at this job for almost three years. It was supposed to be nothing more than a temp gig - just a few weeks until something better came along - but three years later, still here.
Sure, Scott had moved up from a cubicle to his own office, small and windowless but an office nonetheless, but it was still the mind-numbing work of imbeciles; just now, he was reviewing others' work, and fixing their mistakes.
It was awful ... but there were a few perks. Not benefits, vacation or anything of value to most people. But there were perks.
Shelia was a pain in the ass of a boss. Always knew better than every one else. Always stealing ideas and talking in circles. A lot of corporate mumbo-jumbo. The common consensus in this office was she was a total and complete bitch. And she was. She knew it, too. She knew how her staff felt about her but she didn't care. Corner office, parking space .. all the garbage that's considered a status symbol in this corporate world.
And as much as she got on Scott's nerves, always popping in to check up on him, she was one of the few perks. Good-looking, tall and built. Always dressed for the occasion, and Scott noticed.
She'd come into his office and start rambling. While her words were annoying, Scott faked interest. But instead of listening to her daily tirades, he fixed his attention on her body. Her long legs, wrapped in nylon. Were they pantyhose or stockings, he wondered. High heels accentuating the calf and ass, shrouded in a tight, long skirt. Her chest pushing out the buttons on her blouse.
She'd leave and close his door - always slinging it shut with a loud bang. Bursting out of his pants, Scott would reach below his belt and fantasize about putting that bitch in her place, often finishing himself off, right under his desk.
It was a Friday, just before Christmas and Scott was stuck working late. So was Shelia.
Around 7 p.m., she burst into his office. His reports, she said, were taking too long to process. She didn't want perfection, she said, she just wanted it done and she was sick of waiting for him.
Yeah, yeah, Scott thought to himself. Imagining her pinned down on his desk so he could get a good look up that skirt and a handful of her ass. When she left, Scott went right into his usual routine ... unzipping his pants and rubbing himself until he started to drip. With his favorite porn on his phone, he took matters into his own hands, mumbling to himself about showing her whos in charge.
A few minutes went by and suddenly, he realized. There was no 'slam' of the door this time. Horrified, he turned in his chair and there she was, leaning up on his desk, fingers on the edge giving him a full view down her blouse.
"So, you are going to show me who's boss, Scotty," Shelia said.
Mortified, Scott mumbled something about being alone and began to apologize as he fumbled to put himself back together.
"No," she said. "Leave it out."
She walked around his desk and stood in front of him, staring at his dripping cock with a grin.
She put a foot up on his desk, her high heel dangling off the edge, and looked him square in the eye. His face went from bright red to pale white.
"In this office," there is no boss but me," she said. "We're both stuck here and since my plans have changed, you're going to help me out."
