Jennifer Barnet sat through the long introductory meeting with her new boss, trying not to let her increasing dislike of the younger woman show. Not only younger, but more attractive also, a double insult. That there would always be younger and more attractive women than herself in the world was a simple fact of life, but for them to be successful and powerful too irritated her.
And a lesbian too. Jennifer wouldn't have minded an attractive young male boss, no indeed. Once or twice over the years she had allowed herself to be seduced into, well, unprofessional behaviour. She had even got a promotion and pay rise by regularly giving Mr Henderson a blowjob with his morning coffee. Sometimes she felt a little guilty about that, but it wasn't as if she hadn't enjoyed it.
But the thought of Ms Suchet - that pretentious 'Ms', and the foreign accent that the men all thought was sexy, bitch - lusting over her just made her skin crawl. Rumour had it that she was married to some vacuum-brained Barbie doll.
Jennifer kept her true feelings hidden, and smiled and nodded through the seemingly interminable meeting. But it ended at last, and Jennifer's pad had a long list of duties noted. It was going to be a long day. A long week even. She wondered briefly if she dared to just throw it all in, find some other job, another line of work entirely.
"Have a chocolate," Ms Suchet said, holding out an expensive-looking box full of posh, individually styled chocolates.
Jennifer was tempted to resist out of spite. She didn't want to let her boss bribe her like this, but... she had always had a weakness for chocolates, and these did look so very good. "Just the one," she told herself. "To be polite. It doesn't mean anything."
Back at her desk a minute later, she took a moment to enjoy the praline-centred dark chocolate she had selected. It tasted as good as it looked.
*
It was a long day, and Jennifer was glad to get home. She fed her two cats, black and white twins that she'd named Merry and Pippin. Though she occasionally invited friends over or brought men home, mostly she was happiest curled up in front of the TV with her two boys.
For once though, she was feeling oddly restless. Perhaps it was just the effect of having a younger, more attractive woman for a boss, but she felt drawn to the mirror in her bedroom. She wondered if maybe she should do her hair a different way, or if she should be bolder in her choice of make-up. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to dress a little more provocatively.
Because she wasn't really that old, more just worn down by too many failed relationships and an ever receding potential for the happy life she used to dream about.
But why wait for Mr Perfect? Why not look good just for herself?
Jennifer showered, and shaved, and prepared herself as if for a bedroom seduction after a night out on the town. She chose her sexiest black lace underwear and her reddest lipstick, along with mascara of course, and slipped into her highest heels, ones she had only worn once (and not for long).
She'd half expected doing this would make her feel stupid, but in fact the result was very pleasing. As she admired her sexy figure in the mirror, she actually felt young again - and really quite aroused.
Snatching her vibrator from the drawer, she worked her clit with it, all the while gazing at her sexy reflected self. She wished she had fewer wrinkles and bigger breasts, and money to buy sexier underwear and clothes.
She wondered what exactly lesbians did in the bedroom. She wondered what Ms Suchet's wife was like, if she was really an empty-headed bimbo. She wondered what it would be like to be Ms Suchet's bimbo wife, on her knees, her face buried between lesbian thighs.
"Oh, fuck!" Jennifer whimpered. Why did the thought of oral sex with her hated new boss turn her on so much? But it did, and it was with this image firmly in her thoughts that she climaxed, a long and intense orgasm that wiped her out.
She collapsed onto her bed and lay there confused but very satisfied.
*
"I've been reviewing your salary."
Jennifer's heart sank. No good conversation ever started with those words. It certainly cooled the heat of her flushed cheeks.
Her boss, Ms Suchet, had been away all morning, leaving Jennifer to work through the long list of duties. Despite the resentment she felt towards her boss, Jennifer wanted to make a good impression, and had made good use of the time.
She had also decided to dress a little different for once, choosing a bright pink shirt with her suit jacket, and matching pink lipstick. She also opted for stilettos with three inch heels (and had for a moment been tempted to go higher still) and was pleased with how sexy she felt.
Her friend and occasional rival Deborah had whistled at her. "Someone's found herself a new man," she said, winking saucily.
Jennifer had blushed uncomfortably. "No I haven't, sadly," she said. "Though maybe this will help me catch one..." Except she hadn't been thinking about men at all. She'd just wanted to look good.
When Ms Suchet arrived after lunch and called her in, Jennifer couldn't help remembering her fantasy from the night before, couldn't help wondering what she would do if Ms Suchet spread her legs and asked Jennifer to pleasure her.
I'm not a lesbian, Jennifer told herself sternly. Stop it!
"It seems you've been passed over unfairly," Ms Suchet said, her eyes scanning a document.
