I have to hand in my reports today. A dreadful day as l also expect to receive my performance report. Ever since we have this new boss things have gotten so strict. And she's a woman too. Guess how many men feel great about being bossed around by a woman. She has a nice figure though. I remember having seen it a couple of times through her skirt suits, although I'm usually too terrified to even look her in the eyes when she shows up in my office. But alas, it's not like l have a say in this.
I picked up my tea from the office kitchen and grabbed the documents to see her in her office. When l reached her door l inhaled deeply two times to get a hold of my nervousness. I knocked assertively and entered her bureau ready to present my numbers. She wasn't particularly interested and stared out the window. I cleared my throat and spoke up a little. To no avail. She didn't even turn around. I stopped talking and just dropped my files on her desk with a loud "thud".
Not being fazed even a little bit she said: "l don't care. You're just a tool. Deliver your numbers and l use you. Break down and I'll replace you. Just like this." She pointed outside and only then did l notice our vice president trying to get his belongings into the trunk of his black limousine. I was shocked. He was a great boss and leader for so many years. I got angry and agitated. She just threw him away. Discarded him like trash, even though she just joined the company a few months ago. She had no clue how we're working and what our values were. I felt the anger grow inside and unfortunately that also meant something else grew. Whenever l got extremely angry my libido grew spontaneously and exponentially. In short, l would get a massive erection.
It was now that she turned around and mustered me with a despicable look on her face only to stop her gaze at the height of my genitalia. She burst into a chuckle and turned around again, telling me that she's seen enough losers for one day.
It was in that moment that l finally snapped. Not only did she treat my old boss and me like trash, she also couldn't care less about this most uncomfortable situation we found ourselves in, or more precisely l found myself in. It didn't seem to affect her in any way. In my rage l noticed her hourglass figure for the first time. She was extremely attractive, but in that moment all l could see was the devil, because that's what she was to me right then. I stepped forward, steaming with anger, when she shot me down again: "Don't waste my time anymore, you and your pathetic little hard-on."