Your New Demanding Boss
You have a new boss, and it’s ME. I have a reputation for being “Hell on Wheels!” I’m demanding, aggressive, but I always looks so sexy. You’re in awe of how quickly I can move in my high heels. My pencil skirts are never short, but always very tight. My blouses are sheer and you ache to see those nipples pressed against my bra and blouse. I can dominate a man, bring him to his knees, with just a look.
I have my eyes on you. Your group performed very well last quarter. You not only met but you exceeded every one of the goals and objectives. You would think that I would be focused on a lower performing group, but I have my sights set on your group. I’m hell-bent on increasing productivity.
I send you an email basically demanding your presence for a private meeting at 6pm to discuss the progress of your group. You’re thinking; wow, this bitch doesn’t quit! You cancel your plans for tonight and head to my office as directed.
The meeting doesn’t start off well. I’m not impressed with your numbers. You wonder how such a sexy woman can be wound so tight. Then you realize what I need. I need a really good fuck and you’re just the man to give it to me.
