How did I get in such as mess?
It was that damn Christmas party. I got drunk and ended up alone with my boss’s 20-year-old secretary Annie. She was being very friendly that night and I was eating it up. I am your typical 40 something year old middle manager that every company has. I’m married, got kids, and do the 9 to 5 crap every weekday. I get sex about twice a month from my 40 something PTA meeting going wife. Life was pretty good and pretty boring.
And here was this knockout young lady, laughing at my jokes, making eye contact with me, touching my leg, and looking at me like I was Superman or something. When she suggested we move to a more private area of the office, I went along like a damn lapdog.
Then I found out it was my new boss’s office. That got a bit creepy. But Annie assured me she was gone and she had the only key. God, why didn’t I listen to that inner voice that told me no?
God, the things that young girl did to me. I felt like a God in her hands. She did things with her mouth and tongue I’ve never had done before. And when she finished, I was drained, and feeling a bit guilty. I told her I had to leave and did.
All the way home after the Christmas party, I thought about my wife. Should I tell her? Should I confess? I figured I’d better keep things to myself and then talk to Annie on Monday, and make sure we kept this thing to herself. I’d tell her it was wonderful, but a mistake. That I was married and was sorry I let things get out of hand. And that I hoped we could keep this just between her and I.
What a dumbass I was!
Now about my boss.
About a year ago, we got a new divisional VP, Patti. The first time I met the short, squat looking, shorthaired bitch, my first thought was “Bull Dyke”. And I was right. She shook my hand firmly and spoke with a deep manly voice. She was a real ball buster, who delighted in belittling her subordinates, especially men. I quickly became her favorite whipping boy.
I grew to hate that bitch.
A few months later, I took my wife to a company function and introduced her to Patti. For some reason, Patti seemed taken with my wife. She was actually pretty nice to her. In fact after Patti left, my wife remarked that I must be wrong about her. You see I complained about Patti constantly to my wife, and my wife was impressed and thought Patti was a nice person.
Man, I couldn’t win.
That Monday I looked for Annie and found her in Patti’s office. I knew I couldn’t talk with her with Patti there, so I turned to leave, except I was told to come in, shut the door and sit down. I had a bad feeling about this.
Patti had a shit-eating grin on her face as she sat behind her desk.
“Robert.” She said. “Robert, we got a little situation here. We have surveillance cameras in my office. I want to show you what was on the tape I saw today.” Then she pressed play on a remote she was holding and pointed it at a large screen TV to my right.
The screen filled immediately with the image of me sitting in her chair, getting a BJ from Annie. My guy went right up into my throat.
“I’ve got two choices here, Robert. Either I fire your unproductive fat ass right now and mail this tape to your wife. Or choice number two.” She said.
“What is number two?” I asked stammering.
