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."
