David shut the door as he left his boss' office and went straight to the toilet. He locked himself in the stall and sat down with his pants around his ankles. He put his earphones on and looked up porn.
Specifically, office porn where a dude fucks his busty boss till she cannot walk straight.
He had wanted to do this to his boss for a while now. Partly because of a crush he had developed and partly because he hated her.
She would often lean over from behind him and her tits would rest on his shoulders as she micromanaged things at his desk.
She was only five years older than him and was just a lower-middle manager, but she was his superior and wanted to make sure that he knew that. She would shout at him for the simplest of mistakes. He was sure that she was just venting the frustrations that trickled down the company hierarchy.
Now he had frustrations he wanted to vent, and unfortunately, no one was below him. It would have to go back up the ladder of leadership now.
Today, he was shouted at for some non-existent error in the TPS reports he had filled out. Everything required was in it. Somehow, she had managed to find issues with the margins -- margins that had been set according to the company's template. She shouted at him for about 20 minutes before excusing him to answer a call.
Once he was done masturbating, he returned to the office floor and noticed that she wasn't in her cabin. Probably out on her lunch break. He looked around. Everyone was busy staring into their own computer screens. Most definitely playing Solitaire. That's what he did most of the day.
He made his way into her office. Her computer was still logged in, a spreadsheet open on the desktop. Quickly, he executed a command to replace the decimals with dots. He didn't know what the difference was, but it did screw up with the sheet. She saved the file and restarted it so she couldn't simply press undo. She was bound to stay back overtime tonight. The IT guys would be too busy to deal with it today, and from what the data looked like, it needed to be completed today for tomorrow's weekly meeting of the middle managers.
He returned to his cabin, resaved the TPS reports at the current time without making any changes and emailed them to his boss, apologizing for the sloppy work. Then, because he was feeling rejuvenated after the plans he had made, he decided to play Minesweeper instead of Solitaire.
Later, he watched as she returned and started getting frustrated at her computer. She made a few calls but was visibly more frustrated after. At the end of the day, people started leaving. Soon, it was just the two of them in the half-lit office floor. They were probably gonna be alone there for hours now. This floor was one of the last priorities for the janitors and security guards. No one important came down here to keep things immaculate and nothing important happened here to warrant any security.
He went to her cabin and knocked at the door.
His boss was not the sexiest woman at the office. Far from it. She was very good looking, though. At 30, she was curvy, but not fat. Her black hair contrasted against her pale skin. Her lips were full and her eyes were an exquisite shade of brown. Today, she was wearing a tight, white blouse and a black skirt. Her jacket was hung on the coat hanger in the corner. As usual, the top clung to her bust and he could see just enough of her cleavage to want to imagine the rest.
"Oh, you're still here?" she asked, looking up from the screen.
"Yes. I was just about to leave. Do you need any help, boss?"
"Umm, sure. Yes, why not?"
"Let me take a look."
David went over to her side of the desk, leaned over and started moving the cursor around the screen, clicking here and there. This had less to do with anything on the screen and more with moving his elbows enough to repeatedly bump against her breast. She tried to lean back to avoid it without trying to make it seem obvious.
"I think I owe you an apology for shouting at you earlier today," she said, softly.
"It's alright. I sent you the corrected versions."
"I got them. They were good. Well done."
"I think I can fix this."
"You can?"
"Yes, but I might need you to do something first."
"What?"
David stood upright and looked down at his boss, who looked at him confused.
"You think you can shout at me and then show off your tits to make everything right?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You said you owe me an apology, right? Instead, why don't you suck me off? You'll be forgiven, and I'll fix your spreadsheet."
"What? No. How dare you! We're at a workplace. I should report this."
"I don't think so. First of all, office hours are over, and we don't get paid overtime. We are not at work. Secondly, you need this spreadsheet for tomorrow's meeting so that you don't get shouted at. Judging by how you dress and the rumours I've heard, you definitely won't have issues with sucking me off."
"What rumours?"
