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As he opened it he turned to her and saw her, deflated, hefting herself back into her chair. He stopped, walked back to her desk and leaned in close to her before speaking.
"Err, Maggie, before I forget, I have a few things I need you to do."
She looked at him, her face barely inches from his, still with fury in her eyes but also with a compliancy he liked seeing on her.
"Firstly," he said, "cancel these status meetings from now on. You'll get my status when and if I choose to give it to you. Secondly, mark all my to-do's complete and I will get you what I think is actually necessary when and if I feel like it. You can deal with gathering approval signatures whenever you think it is necessary, just as you do with your own documents."
She nodded, her resistance slowly grinding down. He went on, "Umm, oh, and I suggest you put in for that promotion for me. The review cycle is only a couple of months away and we should get that process rolling. I am due in a year anyway so it should be pretty easy. You should aim to exceed my expectations on that one, is that clear?"
She nodded again, knowing she would try hard to get him promoted away from her, in an attempt to remove the threat and give her an opportunity to get herself out of this mess.
"Finally," he said, with a beatific smile, "can I suggest that you start working on loosening up your tight little ass?" Her eyes flashed wide. He was going to make her do more sexual favors for him? Jesus Christ! He smiled, "You don't have to, but whether you do or not, at some point in the not too distant future I am going to slide my dick up that beautiful fat ass of yours and you might want to be a little more . . . prepared for it when I do."
He smiled and walked away, laughing to himself as he returned to his desk and then shaking his head as it dawned on him what he had just done.
She sat back, beaten yes, broken, almost, but her mind was scheming. How could she get out of this? How could she turn the tables on her new master?
The End.
Masked Desires
The soft thump of the music pounded slightly behind the dressing room walls as I took off the blonde wig that hid my dark hair. Damn that thing always makes my head itch. I scratched it absently and unpinned the net that held my hair tight against my head. Sometimes I hate this job but other times I dearly love it. Looking in the mirror I unhooked the mask that shielded my eyes. The smell of sweat, scotch and sex hung heavy at times but the smell of light perfume always over clouded it back here. The dressing rooms were a clearly no smoking and no drinking zone which was fine by me as I popped a piece of gum in my mouth. "Synge" and "Ginger" opened the door and walked in past me, smiling and gave me the normal greeting and in a flash of bright red hair they were gone again.
I finished getting redressed to go home and as I was walking out to my car I looked back at the lavish exterior of the place I called work. "The High Life" was a very high end gentleman's club that only catered "by appointment" and usually to large groups of executives or bachelor parties. I was just a waitress and that was perfectly fine to me I was never graced with the talent of rhythm. The one main rule at "High Life" was discreetness. On the outside it looked like a sprawling southern plantation house and it was set on the outskirts of town with a gated front that sat at the end of a dirt road off the main highway. All the staff - dancers, waitresses and even the barkeeps wore masks to conceal their identities and all female were required to wear wigs. That was one of the many things I loved about the job, you could see and know who everyone was but they didn't know you from Eve.
The drive home was as normal as it ever was and when I walked into my apartment I heard the machine clicking that I had a message but ignored it and went straight into the bathroom to take a long bath to soothe my aching feet. I undressed again letting my jeans fall off my five foot four inch frame. Stepping out of them I lifted my top and unhooked my bra. I stood in front of the mirror admiring my smooth belly and medium sized breasts, I lifted them and felt their weight as they fell my nipples hardened. That's one downside to my job I always come home hornier than hell and no one to take care of it but myself, which isn't necessarily a bad thing just gets lonely after awhile. My brown eyes looked tired but not overly so, I barely heard the water running but heard clearly his voice as my machine suddenly clicked on again.
"Hey Tina it's Mike, Brian wants to get a poker game started in an hour and Lina wanted me to call you to see if you could come just let me know, ok BYE" the annoying beep trailed off.
I sighed a little, I'd been wanting Mike for months but he never seemed interested in me and I'm still not sure he is - he'd said Lina wanted him to call not that HE had wanted to call. I weighed inwardly on whether or not I wanted to go and finally decided not to. I got into the tub and tried to sink into the porcelain letting the hot water relax my muscles. I heard the phone ring again and almost as instinct I started to rise to get it, but I was too tired so I just laid back down. When I felt relaxed enough I circled my hands around the globes of my breasts and tweaked the nipples, causing a sharp sweet pain that made me instantly wet between my thighs. In the languid warmth of the water and the way my hands were making my body feel I heard the machine click and his voice was there again.
"Hey Tina, it's Mike again. Brian wanted me to remind you that if you do come, it's strip poker night and it's 40 bucks to play. See you there maybe, ok bye." Too tired to sense the hope in his voice I just grumbled a little and continued to play. Snaking my hand down my stomach I took my clit between my fingers and pulled sharply causing that sweet amount of pain and pulling a shocked moan from me. The steady thump of my heartbeat was felt through my clit as I fingered it gentler this time, wishing it was his thick fingers instead of mine. I'd secretly measured the size of his hands against my own a time or two and two of my fingers was about the size of his thumb so when I teased my love hole with two fingers I imagined it was his thumb just rubbing against my folds as he was kissing me. This thought caused another moan from me and another surge of heat coiled up from the pussy to my belly. I couldn't hold it any longer as I slid my fingers inside feeling the wet walls of my pussy and starting to fuck it slow. I could feel the heat rising and it wasn't from the bath water as the images of him kissing and fingering me brought me to a small orgasm. I took my fingers away and felt the pulse, like my pussy was bitching at me because of the absence. I reached for the toy I kept underneath the sink and rubbed it against my pussy lips, teasing but not entering.
I wanted him watching me, sitting next to me while I was in the tub and him using the toy on me, but more so I wanted him inside of me. Feeling his hard cock inside would make my pussy melt. I imagined the toy was him as I slid it inside slowly, almost painfully slow, but I slid it all the way until the base hit my lips. Keeping myself deliciously full I didn't move, just concentrating on my walls clenching around the toy. I finally moved it after a few minutes and I had to hold my orgasm in. I was sensitive in all the right ways and my body felt like it was on fire. I could hear my phone ringing again and played silently with my toy, going in and out slowly waiting to see who was calling. It was Mike.
"Hey Tina, it's Mike. Just wanted to make sure you were ok I guess since you never called Lina or me back. Just call when you get this ok. Bye."
With the sound of his voice to push me I began to fuck myself harder bringing on an explosive orgasm. Sloshing water on the floor as my body shook I gripped the edge of the tub to keep from going under. It felt so good. As I was coming off my orgasmic high and I could still feel the thump of the blood rushing through my head my face got a confused look as I tried to process his last message, I'd heard it but didn't really hear it.
Getting out of the tub and wrapping myself into my short silk robe, my feet padded across the living room to listen to the machine again. Listening to it again I felt my heart speed up in the hopeful way it does whenever he calls me, ok it was sweet he was worried or at least seemed to be, and he'd called me like 3 times in the past hour or so - but he stressed the issue about his sister wanting him to call and the fact that I hadn't called HER back so I sighed again and let it go.
I walked back to my bedroom and just lay on my queen size staring at the ceiling. I needed to either tell him I liked him or forget him and let someone else find me, neither of which I was sure I could do. I turned to my side and just lay there gazing out the window and pictured in my mind what it would be like if I was actually with him. Somewhere between snuggling watching a movie and having sex in front of a fireplace I fell asleep. I woke up to the ringing of my phone and looking at the clock on my nightstand I saw it had only been about two hours since I'd fallen asleep.
Rushing into my living room I picked up the phone without even checking the caller id and when I answered "Hello?" in my half sleepy voice all I got on the other end for a second was silence. And then it was his voice.
"Tina? It's Mike."
I nervously tucked a piece of dark hair behind my ear. "Oh, hey. Sorry I couldn't make it to the game I had just gotten off work when I got your message and I was too tired."
"It's alright, I didn't wake you up did I?"
"No, I never meant to fall asleep so it's a good thing. Tell Lina I'm sorry I never called her back." Inwardly I was thinking 't
his is the moment to tell him, just do it.' but nothing came out.
"Ok I will. Just making sure you were alright."
"Yeah I'm good." an awkward laugh slipped out.
