I don't have the most glamorous job in the world but it's worth it because my boss is very hot. Each time I wake up in the morning I'm excited to be heading to work. Granted dealing with his kids is no picnic in the park. That's my least favorite part of the job. His kids are absolute brats. No matter how much I try to discipline them, they just won't listen. So today I was going to use a new tactic, I just hoped it would work.
I arrived promptly at the house parking the car in the street. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Highland answered it with a frown on his face. My smile vanished as soon as I saw his distress.
"Amber, you're late," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows knowing I wasn't but I looked at the time on my phone. It read 6:00.
"You said 6:00," I said sure of it.
"I said five!" He said practically yelling at me. I felt heat rush to my face, he was angry, he was never angry at me. "I'm extremely late for a meeting, you're lucky I don't fire you right now, but I need you to stay and watch the kids. I'll be back late now because of you! Don't expect over time," he said as he grudgingly walked passed me and out the door into his car speeding away.
I never saw him so mad at me before. I could have sworn he said 6:00. I looked back through the text messages he sent me and sure enough it said 6:00. Maybe he meant to put 5:00 but accidently hit the wrong number. Not wanting to think about it anymore I made my way into the house to find the kids.
The hours dragged by and the kids became relentless. There was no stopping them, they were like those energizer bunnies that would just keep going and going. Then it hit me. Sweets. When it came to dessert, I gave them sweets. It got their energy going faster than before but about two hours later they finally crashed. One fell asleep on top of the kitchen counter, the other on the hardwood floor. I carried each of them to their beds, tucked them in and went back into the den. Looking around I saw that the place was a mess. I was going to clean it up but then I remembered that Mr. Highland was going to fire me. So I left it. That would teach him.
Feeling thirsty, I went into his liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. I filled a glass with some ice and poured it in to the top of the rim. I swished it around to get it to chill and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. Soon 11:00 turned to 12:00 then to 1:00 and then 2:00. I was beginning to wonder if Mr. Highland would ever come home. I was actually getting worried about him but I was feeling drowsy and keeping my eyes open was no longer an option. So I fell asleep.
I woke up late that morning to the sound of a blender. I moaned feeling a hangover coming on. I grabbed my head in agony. I looked around and saw Mr. Highland in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Seeing that he set out a glass of water and Advil, I took it. I watched him from a distance. I could tell he was still angry at me; he didn't have to say anything. He finally turned off the blender and poured some liquid into a glass. He then walked over to where I was sitting and placed it on the table in front of me. He didn't say a word.
So, I took the glass and took a sip almost coughing it back up. It was disgusting. I could hear Mr. Highland chuckling in the background. I put the glass down and sat back down on the couch. If he was going to fire me already he would have done so already. Realizing there was nothing left for me to do; I gathered my things and headed to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Highland asked. I could feel him close behind me. I turned around, and sure enough he was right up in my face.
"My work is done. The kids were put to bed, you're home now. I'm leaving," I said.
"Amber, we need to talk about last night," he said.
"What about it?" I asked suddenly feeling nervous. Mr. Highland was acting very intense. He was actually scaring me.
"Well for one you showed up late, two you didn't clean up, three you drank my liquor and four you slept here. You deserve to be punished,"he said assertively.
"Well for one thing you told me 6 not 5 to be here. Two I didn't clean up because your kids will just make a mess again. Three, I drank your liquor because I felt like it. And three you got back so late I got tired and so I fell asleep. Plus you said you were going to fire me so I didn't bother to follow your crappy instructions. I even fed the kids sweets if you must know and they liked it! So there," I said in a huff crossing my arms over my chest. I looked at him almost thinking I saw steam flow out of his head. I never saw him so angry in all the time that I worked here.
"You bitch!" He yelled grabbing me throwing me down onto the couch.
"What are you doing? Your kids are in the next room!" I screamed as he held his hand ready to strike. He stopped mid-way.
"They are at their Grandma's. Now take down your pants and underwear," he said calmly hoping I'd obey.
"Like hell I will!" I spat back at him.
"Take them down or I will force you to do so," he said in a stern calm voice. I could tell just by looking in his eyes that he wasn't kidding. So I stood up, took them down and sat back on the couch. He sat next to me placing his hand on my thigh. My heart beat heightened. He then motioned me to lie on top of him. I obeyed. In an instinct I felt a sharp slap hit my ass. I yelped by the abruptness.
"Don't scream. If you scream I'll slap harder," he said as he slapped me again. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming but unable to keep my legs still. He slapped me again and again, massaging my ass at times to relieve some of the tingling sensation that I felt. I wanted to cry out but I couldn't. All that came out were mumbled cries. He slapped me again harder each time. My ass started to feel like it was on fire. It seemed like he went on forever but eventually he stopped. I counted a hundred slaps, fifty on each cheek.
"Good, now you are nice and red. You're wet too! I can feel it," he said as he slipped his fingers into my vagina. My body tensed up from his touch. It didn't feel right, I didn't want it.
"Don't resist me, it will only make it worse for you," he said as his fingers slipped in even further. I screamed and he slapped me hard with his free hand. He continued fucking me with his fingers, my breathing heightened and I was on the verge of having an orgasm. Just as I was about to reach my climax he stopped and took his fingers out.