At the end of the staff meeting on Monday morning my boss, the principal Miss Robins, took me to one side and told that she had chosen me to accompany her to s special management workshop.
"It's only a day, but rather than drive back that night I thought we could drive up the afternoon before, stay in the hotel and drive back the morning after," she smiled at me, "does that sound good to you Pam?"
"Sure Amanda, that sounds like a great idea," I replied, smiling even though I dreaded the prospect of a day and two nights with her over some boring and stuffy workshop; after all, it wouldn't do my career any harm.
"Great, I've already rescheduled your classes," she beamed at me, "we leave Thursday afternoon and come back Saturday morning!" Great, I thought to myself, it was going to eat into my weekend too; good job John was away again.
The week flashed by and it was soon Thursday afternoon, the two of us heading out across state in Amanda's car. We chatted about all sorts of things on the long drive and it was fortunate that I actually really like my boss; Amanda is a few years younger than me at 35, quite attractive, with long blonde hair and a full and buxom figure. Although she can be quite severe and businesslike when she needs to be, I would consider her to be a warm, friendly and approachable boss.
By the time we got to the hotel it was quite late and I discovered that my boss had booked just one room for the two of us – we'd be sharing.
"Don't worry, it's got two beds!" Amanda chuckled when she saw my discomfort, "I'm just thinking of the school's budget."
Well, fair enough, I thought to myself, it's not so bad, and Amanda's not the worst person to be sharing a room with surely? We made our way up to the room and it was actually very nice, with two double beds, plenty of space and a very well-appointed en-suite – was this really the money-saving option?
"What I need is a drink!" Amanda said as she went to the mini bar, care to join me?" she produced a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, and we toasted each other as we sipped it.
We unpacked our overnight bags and I noticed that Amanda seemed to have brought a lot of stuff with her, but by the time I'd used the bathroom she'd put it all away. We agreed we were both hungry so we headed down to the hotel's restaurant, enjoying a rather fine meal and quite a lot of wine. We chatted away like we were old school chums and at several points I could have sworn my boss was flirting with me, but I put that down to the wine.
Giggling and joking, we made our way back to our room and both flopped back on our respective beds, tired but relaxed and satisfied. I kicked my shoes off but Amanda was going further – as I watched she stood up and slipped out of her blouse and skirt, revealing some very sexy looking lingerie.
"Mmm, that's better!" Amanda sighed happily as she stood there in front of me, showing her hot body off to me, "come on Pam, won't you join me?"
She smiled at me as she stood there, looking very sexy in her black underwear; a lace half-cup bra that lifted her breasts up and together and in no way hid her large nipples, a matching suspender belt with the black stockings they were clipped to, and the skimpiest, smallest excuse for a thong I'd ever seen, which left me in no doubt that my boss's pussy was shaven and hairless.
I wasn't sure what was going on here, but I decided to go along with it; under Amanda's gaze I slipped out of my blouse and skirt, revealing the pale cream lace bra I was wearing, the matching skimpy panties and the tan hold-up stockings to complete it. I looked up at my boss and I could see the hungry look in her eye – Christ, did she fancy me?
"Take them off Pam," she ordered me, "your panties, take them off."
"Excuse me?" I asked her, staring at her in disbelief as she stepped closer to me, "You want me to do what?"
"I want you to take your panties off and show me your pussy!" she said forcefully, "why do you think I invited you along to this thing?"
"To help my career, to learn from the management course!" I blurted out.
"Oh, you're here to help your career all right," she purred as she casually undid her bra and let her tits spill free, "I guarantee that you will still have a career if you do everything I tell you to do."
"I, I don't understand?" I asked her, watching in a mixture of shock, surprise and excitement as my boss proceeded to ease her thong down and off, standing before me with her legs spread in a dominant pose and showing me that she was indeed clean-shaven down there.
"Every now and then I choose one of the staff as my sexual plaything," Amanda told me as she reached out and stroked my face gently, "and I've had my eye on you for some time Pam. Do everything that I ask of you and your career is assured and will blossom."
"And if I don't do what you want?" I asked her, staring into her eyes as her hand slowly made its way down to my bra-covered breasts to caress them.
"I'll make every day for you so bad that you will quit your job," she smiled sweetly at me, "but that's not going to happen is it? You're a smart woman; you'll do whatever is necessary won't you? After all you love your job and want to keep it don't you?"
She gently pulled one of my bra cups down and rubbed her fingers across my nipple, making me shudder and moan with pleasure – my nipples are super-sensitive and I love having them played with. I looked down to see my nipple stiffening to her touch then looked back up into her eyes.
"Seems I don't have any choice do I?" I asked her as I carefully hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties, easing them down a little bit.
"Go on, all the way," Amanda murmured, pulling her hand back from my breast as she watched me closely.
Acting like I didn't want to be doing it, I slowly eased my panties down, sliding them down my stockinged legs and stepping out of them, straightening up and surprised to see Amanda holding her hand out for them. I passed my panties to her and watched as she lifted the gusset to her nose, inhaling deeply.
