"Melissa, I'll need you to stay a little longer to help draft up these proposals," My boss told me, pointedly looking me in the eye.
I didn't blame him, as I wore my button blouse slightly unbuttoned on the top, showing a bit of my cleavage. To make matters worse, I wore no bra as my boobs were perky enough without them.
I paired my slightly slutty top with a tight pencil skirt and nylons, finished with some heels and lightly curled my hair, leaving it cascading down my back.
My lips were stained a bright red and my mascara made my hazel eyes pop. But I didn't wear this getup for fun.
Today was the day, I wanted my coworker, Steve to fuck me. A few of my female coworkers told me how big he was and how good he made them cum and I wanted a piece but he wouldn't take a hint. I've been teasing him for months and leading him on but he wouldn't take a hint. Everyone noticed, even my boss so I knew he would get the hint eventually.
I caught him staring today more than once as well but my boss ruined my plans by making me stay longer.
Be a secretary, they said. It would be fun, they said.
Damnit.
If i finish these proposals in time maybe I'll catch him before.
"Everyone else, take the rest of the day off, my treat, " My boss smirks.
Fuck. My jaw drops slightly. Was he for real?
"No worries, I'll make it up to you, I hope you don't mind," My pain in the ass boss says, his eyes glinting slightly.
What the fuck did that mean?
Everyone leaves with a pep in their step while I sit, internally sulking.
The last person leaves, signaling this with a click in the door and my boss gets up and locks the door.
"Why are you locking the door?" I ask curiously.
"Oh, no interruptions, faster we can get this done, the quicker we can go home, " he chirps and I stiffly nod.
He makes his way to his office chair and for the next half hour, we begin.
Suddenly he checks his watch and smiles.
"Lovely, that should be everyone gone," He smirks.
I raise an eyebrow in question and put my head down to my computer to continue working.
Suddenly my laptop is suddenly closed.
"What are y-" I start but stop when my boss stands and walks in front of me, pushing my swivel chair back slightly.
Leaning on the desk, he starts.
"You're a slut, aren't you?" He smiles.
"I- what?" I stammer, not expecting the insult.
"Yeah, you're a slut, you came to work everyday with a slightly revealing outfit to show off in front of Steve and the little bitch didn't even notice, well I did," He smirks, "I saw your need to be relentlessly fucked and owned," He knowingly tells me and my panties flood.
"You-," I start but he interrupts me, "you don't know- I don't know what?" He mockingly asks me, as his finger traces slightly on my breasts.
I resist the urge to moan and try my best to stay annoyed.
"You don't know what I want- fuck," I moan as he squeezes my breasts hard.
"Mhmm, what was that?" He yanks open my blouse, bursting all the buttons.
