Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
It’s been like three weeks since our incredible night together. My friends told me it was bad news to fuck the boss, but Charles, I thought you were different. The chase was on during the first few months I worked for you. You were flirty and attentive. Engaging and so kind, however, as soon as I opened my legs for you for one fantastic night of fucking and what I thought was a deep connection, the chase ended.
As if a switch had been flicked for you. I was another notch in your bedpost, and once I was out of your system, you were done… but I’m not.
Showing Charlotte Who’s Boss
I’m sitting at my desk in a pretty purple dress that hugs my curves and is very short; three weeks and two days ago, you’d have been hovering around my desk and complimenting me all day. But, instead, I dig my pen into the notepad, watching my Boss. Today, you are leaning back in your office chair on the phone with some bimbo from accounting, smiling like a fool on a new chase.
How could you? We got along so well. I fit against your chest so perfectly, and all of the things you made me believe were true while you pursued me? Fucking lies. No wonder girls call the office upset all day long.
I just assumed they were stupid girls, and you were too sweet to cut them off directly. I know differently now. A rumble of your laughter leaks under the door to your office, and my pussy contracts. Fuck I hate you. I have to show you what it’s like to be an innocent, hard-working woman. One who is NOT looking for a man to tangle her heartstrings and fuck with her brain.
I’m on some kind of autopilot as my anger takes over. I pull open the drawer in my desk and pull out the vial of hormones I stole from my roommate. She’s trying to get pregnant without a man in her life, and apparently, you have to hype up all your lady juices before using a turkey baster. I shake the vial gently and look at your glass door once more.
You’re so handsome and carefree as you tempt some other young filly with your deep voice and tingling suggestions. Not anymore, Charles. No one else is going to get fucking played by the Boss like I was.
Not on my watch.
I shove away from my desk, heels slapping the tiled hallway as I go to the break room to make you a cup of coffee. No one is around, so I empty the vial into the mug and pour the lukewarm office coffee over it. A dash of creamer to cover any taste, and I stomp back to your door. Mentally I shake off my anger. If you don’t care… why would I care?
I knock gently and give you that big Kayla smile you complimented for three weeks. You give me a finger wave. A fucking finger wave as an invitation into your space. I have a small flashback of how those fingers slid inside me—curling against my G-spot until I screamed in pleasure for you. My smile gets tighter, and I place your coffee by your elbow.
You’re still flirting with the bimbo as if I’m not standing there. I’m waiting to give you your morning report and to tell you your meeting schedule for the day, yet you’re laughing and ignoring me as if I’m office furniture now that you came inside of me. So, I clear my throat when you look at me; the playful spark isn’t there; instead, you’re annoyed. “Yes?”
I laugh unbelievingly and lick my lower lip. “Right, Charles, you have the board in ten minutes, and Swason’s at noon. Then, Johnson at two and one more with Accounting that just popped up on your schedule a few minutes ago for 5 pm at that little burger place you said was your fave.”
“It’s not easy being a girl,”
You nod and dismiss me. I grit my teeth and watch you take a big swig of the coffee. “It’s not easy being a girl,” I say softly. You are obviously trying to ignore me, but your head cocks a little, almost like a pet perks his ears. “You’ll see. You’ll see how difficult it is to be looked over for your body and then discarded like yesterday’s newspaper once you’ve been read.”
You cough and down the rest of the coffee. I back up without turning away from you and push the office door closed. You tell the idiot on the phone you have to prep for a meeting, all while coughing and grabbing at your tie. I pull the blinds closed as you stand up and look at me with a red face. I grin. Modern medicine, huh? Your business shirt starts to strain at the buttons as your massive new bimbo tits begin to grow in.
“Wha-what did you do?” You look right at me as the buttons start to pop off one by one, and I laugh at how your sexy deep voice breaks and squeaks in the middle.
“You did this, Boss!”
I walk around your desk and shove you back into your office chair with a pointed finger stabbing you in the chest. Big bad Boss, who? All I see is a quivering Bitch before me. Those big budding breasts drop and bounce as you land. You look at me with wide, scared eyes, and I grab your tie. “Let’s see how you like it when Swanson grabs at your ass and rates your legs in front of you.”
Your tie comes off, and you look down at your slimming waist. Your hips seem to flare as you sit. “I don’t understand.” You whimper, the female tone in your throat so strange but pleasing to me. “Stand up,” I order, and as if there were more than just hormones in the coffee, you do.
Fear sure makes a person obedient. “I’m the boss now. Undress, let’s see this new body. Charlotte,” I smile at myself. Charlotte…what a fun, sexy girl name. So carefree and slutty. Your head shakes, and I think… I think I see a tear. Poor lil bitch. I fake a pout and clap my hands. You jump at the sound and start to slip off your broken shirt.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357