Tami's manager was driving her crazy. She was just a part-time worker, trying to make some cash before she started college, and her manager, Darrell, was bugging her all day long. She was training to be a secretary, putting papers into files and files into cabinets. As easy as that sounds, Tami's company had a whole load of papers to file, and even more files to put them in. It was a crazy job. To top it all off, Darrell yelled at her every single day, saying how the files weren't put in neatly, or the corners were folded, or some nonsense crap.
One afternoon, Darrell called Tami to his office. Tami complained; it was closing time and she needed to go home. She had schoolwork to do. But Darrell insisted. He would fire her if she didn't come.
In the elevator to Darrell's office, Tami grumbled. Darrell was just a manager, not the boss. He couldn't fire her. Tami thought many times about quitting, but she really wanted a full-time job at this company. It was always her dream to become a secretary. Tami gritted her teeth and told herself that it would be over soon. She let out a breath and took a look in the elevator mirror. She fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, running her fingers through her blue and green highlights. It wasn't allowed in office, technically, but the boss didn't care. It was Darrell who kept pestering her about it. Tami shook her head and told herself not to think about Darrell. She patted down her shirt, making sure the buttons were secure over her large breasts. She was pretty proud of her body; tall, slender, 32C breasts...
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and opened to a long corridor. Darrell's office was all the way at the end of the hall. Tami took her time walking down the hall. When she reached the door, she didn't bother to knock. She pushed open the door and stood there, hand on her hip, a frown on her face.
'Well? I'm here. What now?" she said in a monotone. Darrell sat at his desk, an amused smile on his face. Darrell was young, probably just a few years older than her. Which made Tami even madder, because it wasn't his age that made Darrell so bossy, it was his personality.
"Tami, why are you so mean to me?" he asked in mock sadness. This made Tami glare at him even more, to which he responded with laughter. His laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Tami with his serious gray eyes. "I've had enough of your attitude. Your hair, the way you dress--"
"What do you mean the way I dress?! My uniform is the same as everybody's!" Tami snapped, her brown eyes narrowed.
"Your constant interruptions and back-talks..." Darrell continued. "See, it's not gonna work." He got up and walked over to Tami. He was about four inches taller than her, and he stared her down. He leaned closer, leaning his elbow on the door frame while this other hand moved to close and lock the door. Tami looked nervous as she was back up against the wall.
"Wh-what are you doing, Darrell?" she stammered, her anger slowly resurfacing.
"I'm gonna fire your sweet little ass if you don't do something about it," he whispered.
"Well then, maybe you don't have to. Maybe I'll just quit," Tami shouted, balling her hands into fists. Darrell only laughed.
"Then who will hire you back, Tami? A drug dealer? Your history is all down on the paper, Tami. Everything you did in middle school, high school...Didn't you already go to at least ten companies for interviews? And who accepted you, huh?" Darrell challenged in a soft voice. He raised his brows, awaiting Tami's answer.
Tami couldn't answer, but it was true. She had a rough childhood, and did a lot of things she wasn't proud of. "But I changed," she replied, glaring at her manager. Darrell only shrugged.
"I'll make sure no one knows that then. I'll put in your file that you are loud, rude, disobedient...who would want to hire you then?"
"You sick man..." Tami growled. Darrell chuckled.
"But Tami, all I ask for you is a small favor. Then I won't bother you anymore, and maybe, I'll even give you a raise?"
Tami frowned. This could be a trap. But she knew it would be hard for her to find another job that will definitely give her a secretary job once she graduates. She had no choice, and Darrell knew it. She lifted her chin and stared him in the eye. "F-fine. What do you want me to do?"
Darrell smiled softly. "I'd need to test you first. To see if you're fit for a secretary job. Remember, secretaries have to do whatever their bosses tell them to. Their positions might be quite...varied," he said mysteriously.
"I know that already," Tami snapped, impatient.
"Now now. This is a simple task," Darrell said. He unzipped his pants and pushed it down, along with his briefs, revealing his semi-hard cock. Tami stared at the large member as it hardened. She looked back at Darrell with fear and anger in her eyes.
"No Darrell, don't do this," Tami growled.
"Come on, my beautiful slut, show me that fierce personality of yours. If there's one thing I like about your personality, it's your fierceness. Now suck my cock, you sexy slut." Darrell put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She gave no restraint because she already felt limp all over. "Come on now," he urged, pushing her head towards his cock. Tami growled and took it in her hands.
She rubbed her hands along the length of his cock before putting it into her mouth. She wrapped her pink lips around his shaft and licked the shaft as her head went down. Halfway down, she pushed her head back up, but Darrell put a hand firmly on the back of her head.
"All of it, slut," he whispered, pushing down on her head. Tami winced as the cock pushed all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn't let go. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, jerking her head like a puppeteer. He made her go faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue in a fury as she tried to pleasure her manager. Darrell moaned at the feeling.
"Oh Tami, I'm about to cum...are you ready to swallow my cum, you sexy slut?" he asked. Tami moaned in response. He took that as a yes and shot his load, shooting spurts after spurts of his creamy semen into her mouth. It exploded into her mouth, filling her cheeks as she fought to swallow it. Some leaked past her lips and dribbled down her chin onto her white blouse, staining the thin fabric. When Darrell finished cumming, Tami held it in her mouth until she had sucked his cock dry.
"That's a good little slut," Darrell said, satisfied. Tami looked up at him in shame and anger, licking the cum around her mouth. Darrell's cock sprang to life again as he stared down at her fierce expression. "Stand up," he ordered. Tami stood rigidly, looking at him angrily.
