Excited to share a new story in a new writing style for me! Bringing another fantasy of mine to life that is centered around non-consensual sex. It is not an endorsement of such acts in real life.
Mia Zhang gazed out the window of her new corner office, taking in the view that she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. She was Valedictorian of her high school class, graduated summa cum laude from Stanford, and with honors from Wharton. She dedicated her life to succeeding in the cold-blooded business world, and was now the youngest person to reach the Director level in her company. She interned with them right out of business school, and after years of hard work climbing the corporate ladder, she had finally earned the promotion of her dreams.
She beat out several of her colleagues for the position, all of them men. And as much as they wished they could write off her accomplishment as sleeping her way to the top, they all knew that Mia was deserving of the promotion. Of course, that wouldn't stop any of them from making disparaging comments at her expense and creating fires she was now responsible for putting out. The most bitter of them all was Jared, who thought he was a shoo-in for the promotion. He had been with the company for years longer than Mia, and his grandfather was a co-founder. The C-suite was riddled with old family friends. Good old-fashioned nepotism should have gotten him that Director's position.
Jared hated that Mia was great at her job. There was a reason he was still in the same position he'd been in for over 15 years; he was lazy and not the most capable worker. It was humiliating to watch the little intern who used to get his coffee become his boss. Worse still, she had rebuffed the advances of every man in the office, including Jared himself.
Mia was the kind of woman who infuriated insecure men who were used to getting what they wanted. She was smart, confident, ruthless, and stunning. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes, flawless skin, pouty lips, and the kind of curvy figure that turned heads. Though her rejection streak gave her coworkers the impression that she was an ice queen, Mia was no prude. She just didn't like to mix business with pleasure. She was too ambitious to risk her career for some mediocre dick, too busy for conventional dating, and too tightly wound to get off on vanilla sex. She kept her sex life discreet, but had a steady rotation of fuck buddies who were experienced in exactly the kind of kinky sex she enjoyed.
Though she knew it was a bit of a cliché, she was comfortable falling into the category of strong women who needed to be dominated in the bedroom. It gave her exactly the release she needed to stay focused at work. She would let her tight circle of partners reduce her to a quivering, mindless fuck doll, and then show up at the office the next day ready to put some corporate stooges in their places.
Many women, when put in a position of power over a mostly male staff, might hesitate to yield their new authority at first, but Mia thrived on it. She would chew out some Connecticut fail-son in front of the rest of the team with glee. Never for any unjustified reason, mind you, but everyone could tell she got some kind of thrill out of it. Much to his chagrin, sometimes Jared was even turned on by these displays of dominance over himself and his coworkers, mostly due to the way her breasts jiggled while she yelled and gesticulated. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, so whenever she stood remotely close by, he had a perfect view down the front of her blouse.
More than a few times he hid in the bathroom to jerk off while picturing her stern, beautiful face looking up at him, her blouse torn open, her soft lips parted slightly. He knew he wasn't the only one; the group chat he had with most of the guys on his team was primarily used for talking about fantasy football, sharing crude observations of her body, and complaining about what a bitch she was.
In his attempt to get the promotion he eventually lost to her, Jared had put in a lot of effort for the first time in his tenure at the company. She had just turned him down a couple weeks prior at the office holiday party, and since she was now his equal, she did not mince words about why. The idea of her becoming his superior following that humiliation was enough to get him to up his game at work. He knew he needed to stand out to the higher-ups if he wanted to deny her the opportunity to further humiliate him. He was used to coasting by in life, due to the privileged position he was born into, and it turned out that even his best was no match for the determination of a self-made child of immigrants who hadn't stopped working since she was 16. He wasn't happy when she went from being an intern to one of his equals in the span of only two years, a trajectory that was almost unprecedented. Once it was announced that she would be the next Director of Product Design, he quickly returned to his old ways, barely finishing assignments on time, arriving at the office late, and turning in work riddled with errors.
This was the kind of incompetence that Mia despised the most. She came from a working class family and had made it to where she was with a strong work ethic and sheer grit. She didn't have impressive contacts to hand her cushy jobs with fancy titles, and she hated the kind of mediocre men who seemed to fail upward all the time. The corporate world was known for such nonsense, but every once in a while, someone from the outside breaks through, and is rewarded for being the best candidate for the job.
Mia smiled to herself as she sauntered back over to her desk. There was a barrage of pings indicating multiple emails hitting her inbox. As she scanned through them, she felt her face get hotter and hotter. Her brow furrowed as she read her boss's words, outraged at the latest proposal her team had sent for his review. Jared was supposed to be on top of it, but of course it was sent to her boss's executive assistant at the last possible second, and it used numbers from last quarter and was full of spelling and grammar errors. Jared had an army of interns and junior analysts that could run these simple checks for him, but he almost seemed determined to turn in bad work. Maybe that was enough for him, since she knew he had deep connections within the company (how else could you explain how he was still around after a decade of being a complete moron?), but now it was her ass on the line when he fucked up.
First thing's first, she needed to smooth things over with her boss. She gave his extension a ring and greeted him with a cheery, "Good morning Mr. Parker!"
"Mia, I thought you could handle this." He sounded as angry as his email did, but she knew how to get him to calm down. While Mia would never use her body to get ahead in life, she was no stranger to using her feminine wiles on older men who she knew would fuck her in an instant, if only she'd give them the chance. Kevin was a divorced father of three, who had probably been very handsome in his prime, but had aged less than gracefully. She imagined that the majority of attention he received from the fairer sex came at a price to him, in some form or another, so it didn't take much for him to falter with her when she turned on the charm.
"Kevin, I can't apologize enough, I am so grateful that you caught those errors. Even though it was Jared's project, I take full responsibility. I appreciate all of your patience with me, and of course you giving me the opportunity to take on this role. You've been such an amazing mentor, and I just can't stand the thought that I've let you down. I will have a fully rectified package send to you by EOD."
"I knew this had Jared's stink all over it. Don't be too hard on yourself, sweetheart, you're still easing into the role."
Mia cringed at the patronizing pet name, a relic of the office culture of the past that men like Kevin tended to cling to. But she ignored it.
"No sir, it's important that you ride me hard for fuck-ups like this. It's the only way I'll really learn." She let her cheery tone edge more toward sultry, knowing that the double entendre would fluster her sexually deprived superior. Kevin was always professional with Mia, never making inappropriate passes at her, but his eyes lingered on parts of her for too long, his brow would start to sweat if she stood too close. She didn't fully take advantage, but she would be foolish not to indulge a little when it suited her. As long as the line was never crossed, they did their dance, and largely Kevin did mentor her and cultivate her skills.
"Yes, well uh--" she could hear him swallow hard. "I knew I chose you for a reason. See to it that it doesn't happen again."
"Of course, Kevin. Thanks for your understanding." They made pleasant small talk for a bit longer, mostly because Kevin wanted to talk about the World War II book Mia had gifted him last Christmas that he had finally gotten around to reading. Kevin was the same age as her father, and there was nothing American men of a certain age loved more than learning about WWII, except maybe learning about the American Civil War.
Once she got Kevin to hang up, Mia steeled herself, and dialed Jared's desk extension. It rang a few times and then went to his voicemail, causing her to slam her phone down in a fury. She stood and readjusted her skirt and top before hurrying out her door. She headed toward the kitchen, but casually peered over to see Jared's empty cubicle. Already 45 minutes late, that useless asshole. She continued to the kitchen as if that had been her intent all along, forced to bring a cup of coffee back with her.
As luck would have it, Jared had just arrived and was setting his bag down as she was rounding the corner on her way back from the kitchen.
