Val couldn't imagine why Jean wanted to see her. And even more curiously, Val didn't know why she had agreed to meet her after work as Jean had asked. Val was the boss, damn it, and she ran the small business, she co-owned with her husband, with an iron fist. She treated employees like the disposable commodity they were, so it was very out of character for her to agree to anything an employee asked. But there was something about the way the way Jean had looked at her, something in her gut, that made Val agree.
Val stopped in the company restroom before leaving to freshen up. She splashed cold water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Not bad.", she thought to herself. 45 years old, but still trim, about 5'6" and 135 pounds. Val wore her hair rather short,and didn't use much makeup. Her breasts were small, and her oversize glasses complimented her dark, Mediterranean complexion. Men found her attractive, or at least they used to. When she was younger, quite a bit younger, she'd been what her mother called "wild". Of course, this was back in the 70's, and two marriages had tamed her considerably.
The first marriage started out the way she thought all marriages should be. He worked, she stayed home and raised their two kids. They had missionary style sex, twice a month, he orgasmed, she never did. After a few years she got involved in a couple of affairs with acquaintances. She found that she liked sex a lot more than her husband did, especially oral sex, which her husband, neither gave nor received. However, her affairs lead to divorce, and to her losing custody of the kids. After a couple of years her current husband came along, a nice older man, who owned his own business. Val had, for the past few years, channeled her energy into the business. She was back to an even more boring sex life, but she was willing to accept the trade-off.
Now, as Val headed to the car, she felt her anxiety about meeting Jean return. Her husband was at the Country Club, probably half sloshed by now, as usual. He had pretty much allowed Val to take over the business, while he socialized with his poker buddies every night. Val knew she wouldn't even be required to make an excuse for the meeting, as her husband wouldn't be home until late, and then he usually slept in the den. He only came into their bed when he wanted sex, which had gotten less and less often as the years passed. Val could do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn't do anything which her husband considered disrespectful. That meant drinking, being with other men, or anything else her husband felt that a "proper" wife shouldn't do.
In a way Val felt imprisoned, but she'd come to feel that there was no other option for her. She ran the business, had her girlfriends, shopped, and watched the years pass by. She'd gotten drunk at a wedding party once and danced with several of the men. The memory of that night, now over three years ago, still excited her. She had been very aroused by the attention she was getting from the men, and she let several of them feel her ass as they danced. She remembered especially the feel of one of the men's dick as it hardened against her as they danced. It had felt so big, and when the man had pressed it into her, she responded in kind. But then her husband had dragged her from the dance floor and out to the car, where he had struck her several times. He beat her every day for a week, until Val had "Learned her lesson", and was sufficiently submissive to his demands.
She would never do it again, but the memories of that night were her frequent vision as she masturbated herself to orgasm in her empty bed. She'd even purchased a dildo, through the mail of course, and she liked to lick it, pretending it was the penis of that man she danced with that night. Sometimes, Val thought, it was her frustration with her life that caused her to be such a hard ass at work. She'd feel bad about how she treated the employees, especially the females, but they needed to learn that life sucked, so they might as well learn it now.
Val thought about Jean. She was relatively new to the company and worked in the sales department. It was really a smallish company, with only about 40 employees, and Val remembered interviewing Jean before she hired her. She'd been the only female applicant for the position, and it didn't hurt things that she was black too. Val liked to give women the chance, but after hiring them, she found herself treating them worse than the men. Most of the employees were probably scared of her, Val thought. Scared, but they treated her with respect. Jean too, had always treated her with respect, especially after Val had really jumped her the second week she was there.
It had been a simple mistake, and a common one too. But Val had really let Jean have it, in front of other employees too. Val knew that Jean resented it, but there wasn't anything Jean could do. Val was the boss, period. And, in the current economic situation, neither Jean, nor anybody else at the company, could afford to lose their job.
But Val had seen a different look in Jean's eyes tonight. Not fear, not even respect, but maybe a little cocky confidence. Although Jean was near Val's age, she was quite different. In addition to being black, Jean had never been married, nor had any kids. She had a good education and had held some good jobs in the past. She was an intelligent, independent woman, and Val was a little jealous of her. Jean also had a great set of tits, something else Val was envious of. Jean was taller than Val, and somewhat heavier. Jean was, what used to be called, voluptuous. She was desired by nearly all the men at the company, and even Val's husband had made a comment to her about how he'd like to get at "a real set of tits". Val had suffered the insult silently.
It was about 7 pm, everyone else had long since gone home. Val walked to the car and headed off to meet Jean at this seedy little roadside diner that Jean had named. It only took about 15 minutes to get there, and Val parked the car and walked in. There were several people there, and Val was aware that the place was more of a little honky-tonk bar than a diner. Several beers sign glowed in the window as she approached, and she could hear the jukebox playing, as the patrons nursed their beers. As she entered, she saw Jean in a back booth, and headed over.
Jean always dressed sharp at work, and she'd not changed her apparel. Val sat opposite her and, before they could speak, a waitress appeared at the table asking if Val needed to see a menu. She did, and one was produced, upon which Val looked at the selections. Jean eyed her from across the table.
"I've already ordered, so you just get whatever you desire, sugar." Jean continued to visually size up Val, looking at her from head to table. "I know you have desires, honey, so you hurry up and decide. Besides, you're going to need a full stomach for what I have to say."
Val looked up at Jean, "What do you mean by that?" But Jean didn't answer before the waitress returned and took Val's order. Then, they were alone. The aroma of beer hung around them and an old Jimmy Buffet tune wafted on the air.
"You've been awfully mean to me at work. Not just me either, everybody, but especially the girls. You have something against women?"
"Of course not!" Val replied. "I wouldn't have hired you in the first place if I had something against women."
"Well, it's all going to stop right now! Do you like running that company?"
"Of course I do." Said Val.
"It's really your husband's company, isn't it?"
"Yes, but I have complete control to do what I want." Val answered.
