You arrive late for work, instantly you are flustered and panicking about what will be said as you rush through the door taking your coat off as you go, and trying to quietly get to your seat and casting a nervous glance over to your boss's office to see if he's seen your late arrival. You sit down at your desk and turn on your screen, quickly settling in and starting work. You wince as you read the last email which is from the boss asking for an update by a time that has already gone this morning. As you start to reply, he's already stood at your desk and you look up, startled. He asks you to the office for a word and you follow meekly, awaiting your punishment. As you go through the door, he closes it and you sit down.
He sits down behind his desk and just sits there quietly looking at you, shaking his head. You look down - this is going to be bad. You have been warned before about your timekeeping, and your work alone is not good enough to help you, I don't know how I can get through to you to take this job more seriously he says. You look up and start trying to make excuses but it's no good. He's probably heard it all before and he waves it away in a calm and authoritative manner. As you await your fate you look up to see him eyeing your legs up. It's not the first time and it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable, but under the circumstances there is little else going your way at the moment. You suddenly realise you are in fact wearing a very sexy outfit today, with sexy high heels, holdups and a short tight skirt with a tight blouse unbuttoned far enough to show a little cleavage. You turn slightly towards your boss and cross your legs. You ask him if there is anything you can do, that it won't happen again, and you make sure that your skirt has pulled up your leg enough for him to see the top of your hold up. You start rocking one shoe back and forth and make out you're getting hot, fanning yourself close to your breasts and you're quite surprised to see the look on his face has changed completely. He is now transfixed by your legs, your heels and is drawn towards your breasts, pushed together by your push up bra, which seems like a very wise choice now.
All of a sudden the silence is broken in a shocking way, as he leans over and beckons you close to the desk. You lean over too, making sure he can see down your top a little. He whispers to you that to keep your job you will have to show him you appreciate it more, and to do that you will have to keep him happy. You say of course and that you will work much harder, but you are becoming uneasy as you realise what he is suggesting. He shakes his head and tells you it's not enough anymore, but as a favour, and because he likes you, he will give you a chance, but you have to use your best assets. He nods at your legs and suddenly it all sinks in what you have to do. You gulp and sit back, but the first thing that comes to mind is your crippling debts and how you really can't afford to lose this job. Would it really be so bad you ask yourself as you look at him and remember at least a few occasions when you've fantasised about sex with the boss just because of his power. And now you find yourself in his power, and you feel helpless.