"I need that report today!" she said as she turned and stormed back into her office. Fannie watches as she makes her exit and slams the door behind her.
"Yes Ma'am." replied Fannie too late for the woman to hear. She quickly shuffles her papers to meet her boss's demand.
Fannie seems to try very hard to please her boss but is never praised for her diligence and is usually put down for not being able to meet her expectations. She hurries to finish her report so that she can go home and forget about the treatment that she gets from her boss at work.
"How was your day Hon?" asked S as Fannie comes through the front door.
"Oh you know. The usual shit." she said looking depressed.
Whoa whoa whoa! What's the matter?" he asks giving her a compassionate hug.
"She's being an asshole again!"\
"Who's being an asshole?" he asked backing away to look into her eyes.
"Miss Jordan. I don't know what it is. I can't seem to please her! Now my one year anniversary is coming up and I'm due for a raise. The way that she is acting it doesn't look like I'm going to get it now."
"Maybe she just needs to get to know you a little better. I have an idea. Why don't you invite Miss Jordan over for dinner tomorrow night and we'll get to the bottom of this. What does she look like."
" She's not very tall and a bit chubby but she has a cute face, I guess. She has pretty big boobs and a big round ass. She always wears tight dresses that wrap around her butt so you can't miss it. In fact for some reason I can't resist watching it every time she walks away. It's kind of cute the way that her cheeks rise and fall when she walks." she said with a little giggle.
"Cute ass huh? Yes, why don't we invite her and her cute ass over tomorrow and we'll see if we can't do something to get you that raise that you deserve!"
When the next evening comes Fannie is hard at work cooking dinner. Her boss accepted her invitation and will arrive shortly. S is finishing up his work and everything seems to be in place when....DING DONG!
Fannie jumps up and checks herself before running to open the front door.
"Hi! So glad that you could make it" said Fannie with a smile.
"Thank you for having me!" said her boss as she hands Fannie a bottle of wine.
"Thank you, Miss Jordan!" she replied as she takes the bottle.
"That's Cindy this evening, OK?"
"Thanks Cindy! Come on in!" she said with a broad smile appearing on her face as she turns to allow her boss to follow her into the kitchen.
"Why, hello!" said S to the new arrival as she walks through the doorway. He introduces himself and extends his hand to her. "Fannie has told me so much about you Miss Jordan."
"Cindy, please. Call me Cindy!"
S smiles at the woman as he puts on the charm. He gives her the once over and judging by what he sees she doesn't appear to be the Captain Bly that Fannie portrayed her to be. She has a pleasant face with blue eyes. She is wearing a tight dark navy blue dress that gives her the appearance of the typical business woman. He found it hard to miss the fact that the dress fit quite snuggly and accentuated her large tits and ass.
They had a glass of wine before dinner and finished off the bottle as they ate. They talked mainly of current events and their general interests but did not mention things related to work or a raise for Fannie. After dinner they retired to the living room and sat around their large "L" shaped sofa.
"Fannie could you go and get us another bottle of wine. I think that we could all use a refill." he said as he looks over at Cindy. She looks back and nods in agreement. Fannie gets up and goes to fetch the bottle quickly. "It appears that you have her very well trained." her boss says jokingly to S.
"Yes she is well trained. In fact she will do whatever I ask of her. I can get her to do anything that you want her to do also."
"Anything?" she said playing along.
"Anything at all." he said with a serious look in his eye.
She just looked at him for a moment trying to figure out what he was trying to convey to her. She notices Fannie walking back into the room from the corner of her eye. Clearing her throat she quickly breaks eye contact with S and sits up straight. Fannie pours the wine into their glasses before she sits down and has a sip.
"This is relaxing. I'm so glad that you invited me for dinner." said the woman as she slips her shoes off of her feet. "I hope that you don't mind if I take these off for a while. My feet are so sore. I've been visiting clients all day."
"Oh no! We don't mind at all. Make yourself comfortable." he replied. "In fact if you want Fannie wouldn't mind giving you a foot massage. I'm sure that it will make them feel better and, as matter af fact, Fannie has wonderful hands! Go ahead, Hon, show her what you can do."
Fannie looked at him for a moment and once she realized that he was serious got up and went toward her boss.
"No. Really?" is all Cindy could say as Fannie knelt in front of her.
Fannie took the woman's left foot and placed it on her thigh as she began to massage it.
"Oooooh. That feels wonderful! You really do have her well trained! How is she for a sore back?" she said with a giggle.
"Like I said she has great hands! In fact I think that she would love to show you how nice of a back massage that she can give. I have an idea. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself ready. I'll have Fannie bring you a towel. You can come right back here and she will give you the best massage that you ever had! I'll be in my office if you need anything, OK?" It took the woman completely by surprise! Fannie stood up and took her hand to help her to her feet. She walked her to the bathroom and went to get a towel as the woman went inside to prepare herself.
She didn't move for a moment just looking at herself in the mirror trying to decide whether or not to go through with it. Throwing caution to the wind she just figured "what the hell?" and decided to give it a go. She reached to the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. Slipping out of her dress she was left with her bra, pantyhose, and panties. She unhooks her bra and lets her large breasts fall free. She decides that her pantyhose have just got to go and removes them. Looking in the mirror, the only thing left were her panties. She decided that it would look silly if Fannie caught a glimpse of her big flowered panties and quickly squeezed them down wiggling her ass from side to side to work them off. It was just at this time that she heard a faint knock on the door. She opened it a crack as Fannie handed her the towel but before the door closed the woman turned away and Fannie saw a hint of the woman's large derriere. She watched until the door closed and blocked her view.
She wrapped the towel around herself and hooked it together under her arm. The towel was just big enough to cover the important parts of her. It went from just below the top of her tits down to just below her ass cheeks.
She walked back into the living room and was a little shocked when she saw S pouring them each more wine on the coffee table where there were now two lit candles. She was sure that he was going to be in his office leaving the women alone. She also noticed that Fannie had changed her clothes. She was wearing jeans and a top earlier but now she was sitting on the sofa wearing a long t-shirt. She was a bit nervous but not wanting to seem like a prude she walked to the sofa.
"I got us a little more wine before you get started so have a drink and go ahead and lie down and get comfortable."
Cindy drank the glass of wine in one shot then laid down on her stomach with the towel still wrapped around herself. Fannie got up to get a bottle of lotion that was on the coffee table. With her back to her boss who was lying down facing her, she bent over to put some of the lotion on her hands. As she did what little of the t-shirt that was covering her rode up exposing her bare bottom only a mere foot from her boss's face! Cindy just stared at the young woman's perfect ass until she stood and it was out of view. S went to sit at the far end of the sofa near her feet as Fannie was now sitting on the edge started working on her shoulders.
