How to Be a Bad Boss

What a bloody fool Harvey Weinstein is. If your going to take advantage of a woman you don't tell them to come to your hotel room at midnight or open the door to your house dressed in only your underpants. You leave it to them to make the first move. It has to be their idea so that afterwards if there any any regrets they have only themselves to blame. The mistake all beautiful women make is that they think that because they are beautiful it makes them smart.

For example: She hears that you are planning to promote another woman who is not as attractive as she is. The young sexy babe will look at her "rival" and ask herself, 'why the hell is my boss thinking of giving her the job/promotion when I'm younger and better looking than her?' She's going to be really pissed and she will make it her business to find out why. So the next time you see her she will wear a very revealing dress and flutter her eyelids at you suggestively and ask you in a roundabout way, 'what's wrong with me?'

And you'll say, 'nothing nothing is wrong with you.' You are playing the game with a straight bat at this point and you tell the beautiful young babe that, 'Mrs X is an excellent candidate.'

And the beautiful young babe wont believe you since Mrs X isn't as beautiful and young as she is.

But you are the consummate professional and explain to the beautiful young babe that Mrs X has many good qualities and years of experience and excellent qualifications. You tell the beautiful young babe that you choose your people on merit. So, to coin a phrase, the beautiful young babe is screwed. What does she do? She plays "the sex" card.

She pouts and looks disappointed she flutters her eyelids and gives you a seductive smile while she fingers her necklace so that your eyes are drawn to her lovely big tits. And she asks if you have

"made a final decision yet?'"

And you "admit" that your decision is not "final yet" at this point but...

Then she suggests that maybe you could talk about it "over a drink" or something? She gives you a smouldering look as she tosses back her curls.

And you pretend to "reluctantly" agree to her idea. You see the beautiful babe thinks that because you are a gentleman you want to be seen to be doing the right thing and be fair to everyone and "doing the right thing" and "being fair to everyone" means giving the job/promotion to the beautiful babe who is letting you believe that if you do this small favour for her she will make it worth your while and she will shower you with gratitude in the hotel room of your choosing. She thinks she is leading you by the nose because she knows that men only thinks with their dicks. But what she doesn't realise is that you went on ahead and dug a bear trap for her. Now all you have to do is watch her fall in where you can devour her at your leisure until there is nothing left except a tidy pile of clean white bones.

This was the fate of Veronica. She was a quite stunning blonde. She had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek Goddess. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every time I saw her I got a bloody hard on. It was ridiculous. And I wasn't the only one either, all the blokes in the office kept finding a reason to come into my office to "have a word" about something or other and then stare at her while they talked to me.

Like all beautiful women she thought she was worth more than she actually was and thought that to get ahead all she had to do is act sexy and flirt with the boss. So after a mere six months in the job she asked if there was any chance of a pay rise.

She didn't say "I want a pay rise!" she wasn't a militant trade unionist after all. Instead she asked how long would she have to work for me and what she would have to do for a pay rise. Now she was only working as a clerk; typing, doing the filing and answering the phone that sort of thing. It wasn't a demanding role but even so she wasn't very competent. Her typing was littered with errors, her filing was sloppy and her telephone manner could be rather unprofessional at times. I made allowances because this was her first real job from school and she was young and inexperienced. But in all honesty the only reason I kept her on was because she was so beautiful.

I made no secret of the fact that I fancied her and I enjoyed flirting with her and making jokes that made her laugh and she of-course lapped it all up. But like all beautiful women she thought she could take advantage of this fact and wrangle a pay rise out of me that she didn't deserve.

However, I didn't tell her she didn't deserve one. Instead I started to dig a bear trap and covered it with a few leaves and branches and so on by letting her believe that she might; but only "when the time is right" and when "the business can afford it" and such like. It made her think that I was open to persuasion and I left it to her to decide how she was going to persuade me and being young and beautiful woman she naturally decided the easiest and quickest way was to to seduce me into giving her what she wanted. Now if I'd been a callow teenager desperate to loose my cherry that would have worked but I wasn't and it didn't. But I let her think it would. I let her think that all she had to do was to find my switch and flick it to "on" and I would fall at her feet.

I remember how confident she was in the beginning assuming a familiarity to which she wasn't entitled, asking me questions about my personal life for instance; about my marriage. How long had I been married and what was my wife like? No of her business. Did I have a mistress? Again, none of her business. What kind of women did I like. I knew I was supposed to say; "women like you" and then throw myself at her feet and declare my undying love for her. Was I attracted to her? She knew I was but she wanted to hear me say it. But I didn't. I could see that she thought she was in control. She thought that she could run rings round me just like she ran rings around her dad. But I'm not her dad and because he treats her like a princess she assumed I would too. I could hear her little brain working overtime as she reasoned that I was a poor sex starved old man I would do

anything

to make my pitiful dream come true.

Every time we were alone together she would drop a hint about the pay rise she wanted. She even started to "angle" for a promotion would you believe it and her flirting became more provocative as she started to become more confident that I was bound to give in. After all, who could resist a beautiful young woman like her? Not a silly gullible sad washed up old git like me. I should be flattered that a beautiful young woman like her paid me so much attention. She really thought that all she had to do was peck me on the cheek and I would hand her the keys to the bloody kingdom!

And that's exactly what she did think sitting on my lap as she told me how busy she had been and how hard she had worked as she ran her hands through my hair and telling me I needed a hair cut.

Then one Saturday morning we were alone in my office. I was getting ready to go home. Veronica asked me if I had any plans for the weekend and I just told her that I would be staying at home relaxing with the wife and kids. She was wearing a short dress that showed off her bare legs to perfection and which was also low cut so that I was sure to get a good look at her wonderful tits every time she bent over.

'I bet you wish you could spend the weekend relaxing with me,' she said in a coy teasing way as she ran her fingers through my hair as if she was stroking a puppy. I knew what she meant the little bitch. It wasn't an offer she was telling me what I would be missing. But Christ my balls were on fire! But by the skin of my teeth I managed to keep things under control.

'Don't do that,' I said.

'Why not?'

'I might be forced to do something that we might both regret.'

She gave a little laugh, 'whatever do you mean?'

I put my hand on the back of her knee and slowly very slowly ran it up her long lovely leg.

'See what I mean?' I said.

The hand that had been stroking my hair clenched and froze. My hand continued ever so slowly to travel up her leg and up her dress until finally I ran my hand over her perfect bottom that was as firm and round like a ripe peach. I could feel her take a sharp intake of air. Then I slid my hand between her thighs. I pulled her towards me and pushed her down on to my lap. Her beautiful tits were inches away from my face.

'Now then why don't we talk about your pay rise and future prospects?' I suggested.

'Alright,' she murmured. All of a sudden she wasn't quite sure she wanted to right now.

I spread my legs wide apart and slowly and clumsily she slid on to the floor.

'What I need to know,' I began 'is if I do something nice for you what thing will you do for me?'

Veronica looked up at me. She had no idea what to do or say. I started to unzip my flies and with some difficulty I managed to haul my cock out that was so big and hard it was causing me real pain.

I held it in front of her face. She tried to pull away. She tried to turn away. But where could she go?

She looked scared. This hadn't been part of the plan at all. She opened her mouth to say something...and that was a big mistake because before she could say a word I shoved my cock into her succulent mouth and grabbing a handful of her hair forced her face down until my bell end touched the back of her throat. And that ladies and gentlemen is that! And after a slow start she turned out to be pretty good. A bit sloppy but good. She gave me, how can I put it? A luxurious blow job.

Then I lifted her to her feet stripped her naked and then I threw her onto her back over my desk like a sack of spuds sending the phone and lamp and files flying in all directions. I took a (clean) hankie out of my pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. After all I didn't want to disturb the neighbours. Then I stood back and marvelled at the sight before me. Bloody hell she was a work of Art, honestly she was. Those lines, her curves, her shape. Those unbelievably prefect tits. Her thighs, her flat belly and yes...she was a natural blonde. That sweet juicy pussy was ready for destruction. I was wild with lust and I attacked her like a vandal armed with a sledgehammer. There were no caresses no foreplay or any of that nonsense. I was ready to explode and I lifted her legs and draped them around her ears and just slammed my cock into her and fucked her like an animal. It was all very bestial and primeval and it was immensely gratifying and arousing to see her arch and squirm underneath me hear the muffled howls coming from her throat as I drilled deep into her. This is what they mean when a man is called a "lady killer" and this what he means when he talks about his "conquests" when he shows you the notches on his belt.

For decades feminists have complained that men punished women for wanting sex and made them feel guilty for enjoying it but now that they have our permission to want sex and enjoy it they still complain. You just can't bloody well win, can you? Obviously she tried to blame me for it all and accused me of taking advantage of her. But the truth was she had made it easy for me because she was a whore. I had pulled her from her pedestal and she thought she could climb right back up by pointing an accusing finger at me. But the truth was I only had to crook my finger and she would she would come running. She was a cock hungry slut who needed to be fucked hard and often and the more I fucked her the more she wanted it.

First thing in the morning my secretary would bring in my coffee and while I checked my mail and drank my coffee Veronica would be on he knees under my desk slurping away on my old cock. Then, at lunch time I would go back to my office after I'd eaten and spread her over bare-arsed over my desk and hammer away at her licking and sucking on her wonderful tits stroking and slapping her arse. Sometimes we stayed after work and I'd fuck her brains out until I started feeling dizzy. I'm telling you there were times when I thought I would pass out with the thrill and pleasure of it all as it was more than my knackered old carcass could handle. Remember when you were a kid and you raided the kitchen and saw a great big chocolate cake or a big bowl of pudding and you starting eating and you didn't stop even when you were full to bursting even if you thought you might make yourself sick but you didn't stop because you didn't care? Well, fucking Veronica was just like that.

Nothing improves moral or boosts productivity that having an office slut at work and by the time I gave her the "order of the Royal Boot" she'd been fucked by virtually every bloke in the company; not just the lads in the office but also by the gorillas in the warehouse, the maintenance team who kept the boilers working and fixed the toilets and the van drivers. I remember that one time I had to go and see the supervisor in one of our depots in his office only to find Veronica bare-arsed and on her knees while a line of blokes stood in front of her patiently waiting their turn for a blow job. It had been Frank's birthday apparently and he had asked for a kiss and well, one thing led to another as they say. And then there was that time she'd been caught with three lads in one of the cubicles because her cries and screams had nearly brought the roof down. I don't know what they did to her but she crawled out of the "gents" on her hands and bloody knees only wearing a torn and ripped blouse and one shoe. The Christmas party we had that year was the best ever. I'd reserved a room at the hotel especially for anyone who wanted to fuck her while they were waiting for the next course or wanted a rest from dancing. She must have spread her legs for at least half a dozen blokes that night I think. My clients loved her too. I'd send her up to their hotel room and they would come down beaming and sign on the dotted line without a murmur

And you know what? She never said "no" and she never protested. She could have simply left. But she did none of those things. No matter how disgusting a creepy some old bloke might be she always did whatever I asked of her. Service Roger and Gordon until they stopped demanding the money I owed them, no problem. I told her to sit between them on the settee and to "just be friendly" to the dirty old sods. So that's exactly what she did. True to form it didn't take them very long to start fondling her, discreetly at first but when they realised she wasn't doing anything to stop them they became bolder. It wasn't long before Roger's hand disappeared up her skirt and Gordon started to undo her shirt. I went off to refill my drink and when I peered around the door 5 minutes later she was on her knees blowing Gordon while Roger had his gnarled old cock firmly planted in her snatch and they were having a whale of a time I can tell you. The upshot of it was they gave me a two year extension on my loan. Now that's what I call a result. The irony was that she did turn out to be an asset to my business after all who did actually deserve a pay rise, if not promotion. I did feel a bit sorry for her boyfriend if I'm honest. I met him very briefly a couple of times when he came to pick her up from work and he seemed a nice lad. He didn't realise that the reason why he was waiting in reception was because his precious Veronica was busy being fucked up the ass by some ugly old ogre. And when she finally made an appearance and he kissed her on the mouth he never knew that same mouth had just been sucking my cock and that her belly was full of my cum. Poor bastard! Still, "all is fair in love and war" as they say. But he'll learn, just like I did. Sooner or later the penny will drop.

And that's how easy it is. Sure I gave her some money, bought her some nice jewellery and took her on trips and so on but she was so stupid it never occurred to her that she wasn't going to get a pay rise, or promotion or marry the boss. And this works believe me because one of the differences between men and women is that a man always knows when a woman is taking advantage of him and if she is beautiful he wont mind. But a woman never realises when a man is exploiting her. Even when their dream job turns out to be a nightmare they wont let go. They will always choose a pair of fancy shoes over their honour. How and why Harvey never understood that is beyond me.