I loved being in charge. Being the boss gave me a sense of power like nothing before. I was the person who called all the shots. I told everyone what to do. Either they did as I said or they find another place to work. Normally, that is the way things worked at most companies. Typically, this is the way my office operated as well. That is, until this day. Today was different. I found myself working a little later than usual. I could tell most of the cubicles were empty, and 95 percent of my staff had gone for the day, except for my assistant. He usually came to offer his services one last time before heading out for the day. Today was not the same.

He came into my office without knocking. That was the first indication that something was different. His energy was calm and cool, as if he had nothing to fear, and he was in complete control. He approached my desk and walked around to find me sitting in my oversized, cushy chair. He placed his hands on my shoulders as if to give me a massage, as he leaned down pressing his face close to mine. He spoke matter-of-factly when he stated, “You’ve been running the show long enough. It’s time for a power shift.”

He spun my chair around, facing him, and slowly dropped down between my legs. I could feel his eyes on my cleavage as his hands moved up my thighs and beneath my short pencil skirt. He could sense that I was nervous, but he did not let it deter him from getting what he wanted. I could feel his hands as they wiggled my panties down and off. He tossed them aside. He looked up at me. “I’m in charge right now, and what I want is for you to sit back, spread your legs wide, and close your eyes. I have all the power now.”