Office Hypno Slut 01
Ryan desires to control the boss but fails miserably.
Ryan's boss, Rebecca, was a real pain in the ass. Before they had been co-workers, sitting at desks across from each other. Now she was too good for him, barely giving him a second glance in their hallway passings. Her promotion had only been enacted a couple of weeks ago, but she acted like she wasn't just one of the company's partners. Instead, she was acting like she was a fucking queen.
Just last Tuesday, he had his first interaction with her, post-promotion. One of her male assistants, a pimply-faced young loser, shuffled up to his desk. With a weasel-like and whining voice, he said, "Rebecca would like to speak with you." When he said the word "Rebecca," it was as if she was a goddess. Ryan had to control himself from rolling his eyes before standing up, nodded, and followed the pathetic yes-man to her office.
The loser stopped just short of Rebecca's office door and motioned that it was appropriate to knock. Against Ryan's better judgment, he did anyway. "Come in," he heard a female voice utter.
The voice sounded alien, nothing like Rebecca. She used to have such a bubbly giggle underlying everything she said. Now, the voice was stronger and colder, frostbitten with a tinge of darkness. It chilled Ryan to the bone.
The loser nodded, signaling Ryan to open the door. Ryan acquiesced, turning the handle and walking in. Rebecca sat at the desk, leaning back in her office chair with her pantyhose-clad legs up on her desk, displaying her black high heels. Playfully, she dangled her left shoe on and off her heel as he entered.
Ryan shut the door behind him and looked back at her. "What do you want, Rebecca?"
She laughed a cold, condescending laugh that gave Ryan a shiver. "Oh now, now, now. That's no way to talk to a superior, Ryan. That might have flown when we sat across from each other in cubicles, but I'm your boss now. Things have to change around here." She placed her coffee cup on the desk, swung her legs to the floor, and pushed herself up with her left hand. She looked taller than before - a slim, foreboding 5' 11". Ryan was only a few inches shorter, but with her heels, it felt like she towered over her. Standing up in front of him here certainly felt like a power move. Inching towards him slowly, she bore holes into him with her cold gunmetal eyes. All the while, a grin was plastered across her face, but it didn't feel quite genuine. There was something behind it. Something Ryan was having trouble placing, but whatever it was, it didn't seem friendly.
Rebecca stopped when she was right in front of him, so close he could almost smell her perfume - a cinnamon apple scent that made Ryan feel sick. Looking down at him with her pearly white smile still frozen on her face, she said through her teeth in a dull whisper, "Let's try that again."
Ryan stood there silently for a beat.
What the hell was he supposed to say? She called him in here and he just asked what she wanted.
Seeing his confusion, Rebecca put a light hand on his right shoulder. "I can see you're confused. I'll help." Her tone was condescending and demeaning, angering Ryan further.
What was he, a child?
Rebecca's grip tightened on his shoulder as her nails grazed through his dress shirt. They felt like small pinpricks against his skin. She continued, "First of all, you address me as ma'am. And second, when you come in, you certainly don't say something as flippant as 'What do you want?'"
Beads of sweat were forming on the back of Ryan's neck. He was so frustrated, having to stand there, playing "Guess the Correct Phrase" to win the prize of leaving Rebecca's office and get back to his work. But he knew his new boss was on a power trip, attempting to show him who was in control here. It was honestly disgusting.
"Still nothing to say, huh?" Rebecca tilted her head to the side, her shoulder-length blonde hair getting in the way of her right eye. She moved it with her other hand, locking her piercing eyes on Ryan again. Her other hand still hadn't moved, sharp nails digging even further into his skin.
"What brings me into your office today, ma'am?" Ryan replied, trying his best to keep his tone clear and neutral. The last thing he wanted was for her to criticize him for
that
too.
Rebecca nodded. "That's better, Ryan." She unclenched her hand from his shoulder and backed off, walking back to her desk and sitting in the chair. Her cool gaze still hadn't left him. She waited a moment, then said, "I've noticed you've been slacking lately."
"Slacking?" Ryan repeated. He tried his best to hide it on his face, but it didn't matter. She already had caught him. She was right - he hadn't been putting in as much effort lately, mainly because he figured with Rebecca as the new manager, maybe she'd let things slide for a bit.
It was as if Rebecca could read Ryan's mind. "Yes, that's what I said. I know you think with my new position I might take it easy on you, but I hope you know now that was a grave miscalculation." She swung her legs back on the desk and began flipping her shoe again. Ryan tried his best not to look. It was irritating that such an egotistical woman like Rebecca had such nice legs.
Thankfully, Rebecca didn't notice. Instead, she just stared at Ryan, waiting for his answer.
Ryan gave it - "I understand. I'll pick up the pace."
Rebecca laughed. "Oh, you'll certainly do that...
and more.
You're going to stay late this evening to get everything done."
Ryan's face fell. "I have to
what?
"
"You heard me. I think the only way you'll learn to stop slacking off is to learn your lesson. The only way to do that is to be reprimanded." She picked up a pen and clicked it on the desk, to further emphasize her point. "I'll expect that the project that was supposed to be turned in last week will be finished and if it is, there are a couple other things in this folder you can work on."
Click
, went the pen again. "I trust you'll be able to finish it all by the end of this evening." She tapped the folder and put her foot on it, casually sliding it across the desk for Ryan to take.
How demeaning.
Ryan thought but walked over and slid it out from under her foot, taking it. He hated that Rebecca had become this way. He used to think she was so attractive, had even at one point toyed with the idea of asking her out. He certainly wouldn't make that mistake now though. She was an ice queen through and through. He sighed and said, "Yes, ma'am, I understand. I'll make sure this is all on your desk tomorrow morning."
Rebecca nodded. "Good boy. Glad we understand each other." She swung her legs off her desk, turned towards her desktop computer and began typing, signaling their time was over and it was time for Ryan to go.
Ryan understood the message loud and clear, leaving no time for his sadistic boss to invent any more ways to make his life more miserable. He took the folder and briskly walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
One of his co-workers, Kyle, saw his face and shook his head, holding up a similar folder to Ryan's. "Caught you too, I see."
