Content warning: This story contains depictions of sexual coercion and gaslighting as part of an erotic fantasy
Elizabeth had spent the day dealing with flight delays, hired cars which didn't show up, and lost luggage. It had been long, exhausting, and embarrassing. She should have found it easy to sleep, but her boss was sleeping next to her. The day had ended with the news that she had accidentally only booked one hotel room. She liked Ms Stone, her boss. They had been traveling together for six weeks, and days like today kept happening but the silver haired entrepreneur hadn't raised her voice at the young secretary even once. At least five times a day on this trip Elizabeth got the sinking feeling she was going to be fired. But her boss was nothing but kind. Elizabeth could have sworn she booked everything meticulously and well in advance.
At first she had just thought they had run into a lot of bad luck. Now she knew she must have been the problem. There had been issues every day for six weeks. But this sleeping arrangement was a first. Still Ms Stone just laughed. She put her hand on Elizabeth's cheek and joked about how often Elizabeth struggled with simple things. She ran her hand through Elizabeth's hair, looked over her figure and said that she could be forgiven for this sort of thing because she was pretty. It might have seemed inappropriate, but a bit of minor flirting from a cute older butch didn't bother Elizabeth, even if it was her boss. And obviously it wasn't like Ms Stone really meant it. Obviously.
Elizabeth didn't know if it was true that she struggled with simple things. Ms Stone often had a gentle, calming, rhythmic tone to her voice and she stated her opinions like they were peer reviewed facts. Doubt didn't come to mind when Ms Stone spoke. On a train earlier that week Elizabeth went into her bag to find her book; all she could find was a fashion magazine. She was sure she didn't buy the magazine and was sure she had a book with her. When she mentioned this to her boss, the older woman had stated that she had never seen Elizabeth reading a book in all the years they had worked together and that Elizabeth had always read that magazine. Elizabeth just started reading the magazine. Even now, she was sure Ms Stone must be right.
She did seem to keep mixing things up. She kept forgetting what she had packed. It kept occurring to her that she had packed less makeup than she seemed to have with her now. She was sure she had packed longer skirts than the ones in her bag. She was sure she had at least one pant-suit in her bag. But Ms Stone kept saying, in that gently confident voice, that this was how Elizabeth had always dressed. She had no reason not to trust her boss. They had a good working relationship.
Just as Elizabeth's mind finally began to drift away, Ms Stone put an arm around her waist.Elizabeth didn't worry about it. Her boss was probably half asleep too and probably thought Elizabeth was someone else. And Ms Stone had told her just before their trip that she was far too pretty to be worrying so much about everything. Elizabeth decided not to take that advice and continued drifting off.
But then she felt a hand start to gently cup one of her tits. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. A thumb began circling her nipple. Ms Stone's other hand moved onto her other breast and she felt her boss begin to enthusiastically play with her from behind. Her eyes widened suddenly.
"Ms Stone...what the fu..." Elizabeth said and tried to scoot away, but the older woman pulled her back roughly, and moved her hands under Elizabeth's shirt.
"Shhh...shhh, my pretty little thing. This is part of your job, just relax like a good girl... I love how your tits just spill out of my hands'" Ms Stone whispered gruffly into Elizabeth's ear. She pinched her secretary's nipples and licked her neck. To her own horror, a whimper of pleasure slipped out of Elizabeth's lips.
"I don't think that it is, Ms Stone" Elizabeth said, her voice making her uncertainty clear. Ms Stone pulled off Elizabeth's silk night shirt and Elizabeth instinctively moved to make it easier for her. Ms Stone whispered praise into the secretary's ear and Elizabeth melted inside. Then suddenly she regained her senses and became very aware that she was left wearing only a tiny pair of booty shorts that she did not remember packing.
"Of course this is your job, it's not like I hire you for your ability to book my travel. You're such a pretty, empty headed thing, I think from now on you can just get my coffee, take my calls and let me fuck you. You're so good at making sure you look pretty for me. You more than earn your pay that way, there's no need to stress you with anything too difficult," Ms Stone whispered with slight amusement in her voice. She kissed Elizabeth's neck and gently bit her skin while she squeezed one of Elizabeth's tits firmly. She ran her other hand along the younger woman's side, feeling the curve of her waist and hips, then running her fingers up the other side of her thigh and then gently caressing her vulva over her shorts. Elizabeth gasped and moaned, after a few moments she began instinctively moving her hips against her boss's hand.
"Yes, yes, good girl. I can feel how wet you are, you're such a good little slut. See, you are actually good for something." Ms Stone's words dripped like treacle into Elizabeth's ears, but despite her whimpering and her hips rotating against Ms Stone's fingers, she shook her head in defiance. Ms Stone laughed and moved her hand away from the younger woman's crotch and began running a single finger up and down Elizabeth's thighs, just occasionally brushing over her pussy. Elizabeth whimpered and panted in desperation.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" She whispered firmly as her hand brushed over Elizabeth's clit before returning to her inner thigh. Elizabeth said nothing. Ms Stone continued her torture, toying with the secretary's tits, biting her ear, kissing her neck, and incredibly sparingly, brushing a finger over the younger woman's cunt. She grinned as she watched the young woman writhe and moan in desperation.
