This is my first time publishing erotic fiction so I'd love any feedback! If you enjoy the story let me know what you want to see in future parts.
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I knocked once on my boss's office door, hoping that he was busy and would tell me to come back later. To my disappointment, he answered almost immediately and my boss's voice boomed from inside the room, "Come in, Dani!"
I eased the door open, filling with dread, and stepped inside.
The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with thick, leather-bound volumes, and the desk in the center of the room was polished to a mirror-like shine.
My boss, Mr. Blackwood, sat behind the desk with his fingers steepled in front of him, looking up at me with an unreadable expression. "Close the door behind you, Dani," he said, his voice low.
I did as I was told, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. I couldn't help but feel like a trapped animal, waiting for the predator to strike. Mr. Blackwood was a hardass of a boss and only ever called me into his office when he wanted to reprimand me for something. It was usually something petty and minor. He was the kind of boss who enjoyed throwing his power around in any way he could.
"I've been reviewing your work, Dani," he began, his voice cold and calculated. "And it seems you've been making quite a few errors lately."
I was the supervisor of the administrative department and as far as I was aware the department was performing quite well. I held back the argument that had been rising up my throat and chose a less confrontational approach. "I understand that I may have made a few mistakes lately, Mr Blackwood--"
"Sir," he interrupted.
I paused, once again resisting the urge to say something waspish. I needed this job. New York rent was expensive and I lived alone with nobody to help me out.
"I understand that I may have made some mistakes recently, Sir, however, I have been working very hard and have maintained perfect professionalism under the pressure that the entire office has been under," I said.
Mr. Blackwood's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Perfect professionalism. Is that what you call the skimpy outfits you've been wearing to work lately?"
I felt my face flush with anger and humiliation. How dare he comment on my clothes like that? I felt like a piece of meat being judged by a hungry predator.
"I don't think my attire has anything to do with my work quality, Sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"No? What about the work of your colleagues? Don't you think they might be a bit distracted from their work whilst you strut around with your breasts exposed like that?" he said.
I clenched my fists, my blood boiling with fury. I couldn't believe that he was speaking to me like this. I was a professional and I had never once given him any reason to doubt my capabilities. My attire was my own choice, and it was nobody's business but my own.
"I don't appreciate you speaking to me like this, Mr. Blackwood," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I dress for myself, not for the pleasure of others."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement as they roved over my body, lingering on my chest. I crossed my arms over my chest, attempting to shield myself from his gaze.
I was wearing a tight-fitting burgundy dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It had a plunging neckline that showed off a generous amount of cleavage.
"Is that so?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I don't believe you. I think you dress like that deliberately to distract your colleagues and gain their attention. You're nothing but a slut, Dani."
My stomach churned with anger and disgust. How dare he call me that? I had worked hard to earn my position at the company, and I refused to let him belittle me like this.
"I am not a slut, Mr. Blackwood," I spat, my voice quivering with rage. "And I will not stand here and let you insult me like that. I demand that you treat me with respect and professionalism, as you would any other employee."
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Respect and professionalism? From you? That's hardly likely. No, I think you've gone as far as you can with this company."
I felt a knot form in my throat as I listened to Mr. Blackwood's words. Was he firing me? Was he really going to let me go just because of the way I dressed? It was unfair and unjust, and I felt my hands ball into fists at my sides.
"You can't just fire me like that," I said, my voice low and deadly. "I have rights as an employee, and you can't just terminate me without cause."
Mr. Blackwood raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement. It annoyed me that in this moment when I was feeling so angry and vulnerable I couldn't help but notice how perfectly handsome he was.
"Oh, I have cause, Dani. I have plenty of cause. You've been a liability to this company for far too long."
I bristled at his words, feeling a sense of righteous anger ignite within me. But anger would not stop him from firing me.
"Please," I said timidly. "Please give me another chance."
Mr. Blackwood leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over my body once again. "I might consider it," he said slowly, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire. "But we are going to have to address your blatant disregard for the company dress code."
I felt the tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had worked so hard to get where I was, and now I was about to lose it all because of some outdated notion that my clothing was inappropriate.
"Yes Sir," I said, my voice coming out in a squeak.
"You understand that you cannot wear a dress like that to the office?" he asked, his voice softening somewhat.
I nodded my head once. "Yes."
"Good. Take it off."
I froze, staring at him with wide eyes. Did I hear him correctly? He couldn't possibly be asking me to take off my dress.
"What?" I managed to choke out.
"You heard me, Dani," he said, his voice cold and firm. "Take off your dress."
I shook my head, taking a step back.
He stood up from his chair, towering over me with his broad shoulders and muscular build. "I am your boss, Dani. And I am ordering you to take off that dress."
I could feel my knees shake with fear as I looked up at him, the anger and disgust I had felt towards him only moments ago were now replaced with a deep sense of unease. I had heard rumors about Mr. Blackwood, whispers around the office about his inappropriate behavior toward female employees. But I had always dismissed them as gossip. I had never thought that he would try something like this with me.
But here we were.
And yet, beneath the shock and the fear, a part of me wanted to comply. I could feel something stirring inside me, a dark and twisted desire that I had always kept buried deep within. And the way Mr. Blackwood was looking at me, with those hungry, predatory eyes, only made that desire burn hotter.
I hesitated for another moment, my mind a blur of conflicting emotions, before I slowly reached up and began to undo the zipper on my dress. As I peeled it off my body, revealing my lacy black bra and matching thong, I could feel Mr. Blackwood's gaze roaming over my skin, tracing the curves of my body with an almost reverent touch. The garment slid down over my legs and landed softly in a heap on the floor around my feet.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks, but I refused to let him see how much his words affected me. Instead, I stood up straighter and lifted my chin defiantly.
