She's the Boss (closed)

Employing:

EmpressJosephine as "Josephine," a powerful industrialist;

Little_Tease as "Sarah Jane," Josephine’s new Senior Executive Assistant; and

cfnmchap as "Paul," Josephine’s Administrative Assistant.






Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE: Measuring Up........................Page 1

CHAPTER TWO: Revised Peter Principle.............Page 3

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CHAPTER ONE: Measuring Up

Josephine McCort’s M.B.A., J.D., and B.A. diplomas, along with myriad other framed mementos of her success, filled the wall behind her desk. They faced across her spacious office a large formal portrait of her late father, the founder of the manufacturing company Josephine now ran. Most of Josephine’s looks, — long, wavy brown hair; full red lips; lean body — came from her Italian mother. Everyone said, however, that her bright blue, piercing eyes came from her father.

She stared into his eyes now, portrayed in oil on canvas. Since her father died, leaving her to take over his position as CEO, she had nearly doubled the size of the operation with a corresponding rise in profits. A good old-fashioned Catholic, he had believed in Heaven. She wondered if he somehow knew what she’d accomplished in the decade since his death. She wondered if he had finally gotten over his disappointment that she, his only child, had not been born a boy.

As always, she decided not to waste time worrying about things she could not control. She turned with a sigh and strode over to her desk. She pressed the intercom button that went directly to the work-station of her administrative assistant.

“Paul,” she said. “Please come into my office.”

Paul grinned as he read the text from Sasha, the American girl he'd been trying to date. He'd managed to get her phone number, but other than that, he'd had no luck. America, it seemed, wasn't quite the land of opportunity as he'd been led to believe. 'Sorry to hear you're finding it hard,' it said, 'sounds like you could do with some relief...'

Paul's cock twitched and he tried to think of a sexy innuendo in response. Dark haired and with deep brown eyes, Paul had left England six months ago in the hope of a new life and new experiences. Apparently American's liked English accents, and as he was well-spoken, he'd hoped that it wouldn't be too long before he'd bedded plenty of girls. Sadly, things hadn't turned out that way. Even jobs proved hard to get, until he'd finally managed to secure the role of Admin Assistant in Miss McCort's company. Having only worked there for a few days, he didn't know his boss too well, but she seemed okay. She was certainly fit and he knew if he got a chance he'd love to see what was under those tight clothes...

He looked up just in time to see his boss approach. He swallowed and tried discretely to replace the mobile phone in his drawer. Too late, he rested it on his lap, aware of the erection that Sasha's text had helped create.

"Paul," Miss McCort said. "Please come into my office."

She'd turned and gone before he had a chance to reply and he quickly replaced the mobile, adjusted his trousers, in the hope of hiding his erection, and got up.

He had enough work to do already, without being interrupted all the time. What did she want now? he wondered as he walked nervously towards her door.

Overtime

“Come in!” Josephine replied to the loud but seemingly hesitant knock on her double oak panel door.

Her administrative assistant entered the spacious office.

“Ah. Paul,” she said as she looked up from a stack of account sheets. “There you are. I’m hoping you can come in tomorrow. I know it’s a Saturday, but that way we’ll be the only ones here and can get a lot done without any interruption.”

Paul frowned, he wasn't a fan of working at weekends, they were meant to be fun and he was hoping Sasha might actually agree to a date with him.
Looking at his boss he wondered how many men she'd enjoyed in her office. Maybe, he thought, she preferred girls. His cock twitch and he cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore the bulge.

"Yes," he said finally, wishing he had the balls to say no instead. As it was, it wouldn't look good, and he needed the job. "I've nearly completely the task you've asked me to do. I only have a small pile of files to go through now." Maybe that would change Miss McCort's mind...

What “Protestant Work Ethic”?



“I’ve nearly completely the task you’ve asked me to do,” Paul said meekly, apparently in a weak bid to not have to work the weekend. “I only have a small pile of files to go through now.”

“That’s fine, Paul,” Josephine replied in monotone. Inside, she felt disgust at the European work ethic. They all seemed to consider even a basic 40 hour week as onerous. She had every intention, however, to teach Paul the meaning of good service to an employer. “We need to get together tomorrow, though, for a special project. Don’t worry, you’ll be appropriately compensated for your time.”

"Er, what time?" Paul asked. It looked like he wasn't going to get the day off after all. "Shall I come in at the usual time?" He thought maybe Joesphine would accept that. "I'll finish the files this today I think," he added.
Joesphine didn't respond and he wondered what she meant by a special project. He didn't ask.

Calling it a Day



Josephine stopped in front of her administrative assistant’s desk on her way out of the office. “I have dinner plans tonight, Paul. I may want to sleep in tomorrow. Let’s start here tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock. Good night, Paul.”

Paul nodded and headed back out of the office. Well, 11 wasn't too bad he thought. Maybe he'd get off early too.

Returning to his desk he finished his work, intermingling it with sending Sasha some more impulsive and naughty texts. She didn't respond to most of them and he wondered if he really was wasting his time with her. Still, he thought, Joesphine wanted him for something special, maybe he'd be lucky with her. His mind conjured up images of taking her over her desk, or watching her suck his cock as one of the other girls went down on her. All nice, he thought, looking back in the direction of her office.

He packed up promptly, making sure he deleted his internet history before he logged out. He'd been told there were no filters on the websites used and porn sites went undetected, just so long as you delete the history.

Starting a New Day



Josephine arrived at her empty office at ten o’clock that Saturday morning, an hour before she’d suggested Paul come. She wore a plain pink T-shirt over a light gray sports bra, short blue denim cut-offs (over nothing but her) that revealed almost the entirety of the lean tan legs she kept toned by the dozens of miles she ran each week, and white canvas sneakers over plain white cotton bobby socks. She had purposely not mentioned to Paul to dress casually.

She sat at her desk and immediately confirmed that her email included nothing urgent. She then went to the software monitoring use of the in-house network server through which all employee internet use passed. She already knew how Paul spent his lunch break, not to mention some time while “on the clock,” at various dating and hook-up sites. The program only reported URLs visited, not actual content. She wondered if he had any luck at these sites so far.

She planned to find out today.

Paul arrived a little late. Josephine had said 11 and he'd figured that as it was actually his day off, being a bit late wouldn't be a big deal. Pulling his tie tightly around his neck he took a deep breath and entered the office. Josephine was already there and he headed to her office, knocked twice and then entered. She wasn't in her normal office suit and he realised he could have worn jeans and a t-shirt instead of his suit. Typical, he thought, she could have said.
"Morning," he offered smiling as he entered the office. He hoped this wouldn't go on too long.

Dirty Deeds



“Morning,” Paul said simply as he walked into the office.

“Good morning, Paul,” she said, at first not looking up from the Business Section of the local paper spread out on the desk in front of her. She decided not to mention that he had arrived a tad late, not yet, anyway. She raised her eyes and feigned surprise. “Oh, goodness! Did I forget to tell you to dress down today? I have dirty things planned for us.”

Paul cleared his throat and smiled, "Dirty things," he repeated trying his best to ignore the double meaning. His boss would fit and his thoughts returned to the fantasy of taking her over her desk.
"Oh, well," he began, "I can always get this cleaned." It was actually his only suit, so he hoped his boss wasn't going to make him get too dirty. "What do you need me to do?" He asked.

Done Dirt Cheap



“What do you need me to do?” Paul asked.

“Well, you know I consider all my employees almost like family,” Josephine began. “But every family has its black sheep. So I’ve continued something my father did since he first started this company and had only a dozen workers. Now with nearly two hundred, it’s more important than ever. I helped my father with this when I was a girl. Every year or so, we’d go through the production lines looking for signs that the men weren’t focusing on their jobs like they should. You wouldn’t believe some of the things we’d find hidden among the machinery: bottles of liquor, pornographic magazines, even drugs and drug paraphernalia. Once we find something, it doesn’t take long to figure out to whom it belongs.

“I grew up in this factory and helped design each expansion. I know every nook and cranny. For the past fifteen years or so, after my father grew too old, I’ve done the inspection alone. It’s lonely and tedious and, with the latest expansion, especially given the size of some of the new equipment, I have trouble doing it alone. I’m only five-foot-two, you know. I trust you, Paul. I know you don’t do drugs or drink on the job. I need your help with the inspection.”

She looked him up and down in his suit. “It’s dirty work, though. The machines are greasy, and some of the hiding places dusty and grimy. At least take off your jacket and shirt. Heck, we’re both adults. I wouldn’t even be offended if you wanted to strip down to your underwear.”

Paul looked at his boss in amazement. Her explanation for the days task seemed okay, and it would be interesting to see what they could find, but… he swallowed, trying to remember if he'd kept anything he shouldn't have. He was sure that Femdom magazine had discretely gone home with him a few weeks back, but since then, he'd not been able to find it. He hoped it wasn't lost under a pile of paper, or at the back of a drawer. God, that would be so embarrassing.

"Er, underwear" he repeated. "There aren't any overalls?" He knew he couldn't afford another suit, which meant he just couldn't ruin this one. Maybe Josephine would remember they had spare clothes, overalls, something, anything he could wear. Otherwise, he swallowed again, his heart racing a little faster, it looked like he'd be doing what she suggested.

Natural Tease



“Underwear?” Paul stammered, his cheeks turning pink. “There aren’t any overalls?”

“The workers supply their own work clothes,” Josephine reminded him. “It’s not like we give public tours or anything. Really Paul, it’s either ruin your slacks, or do as I suggest.

“Heck!” her eyes twinkled as she added playfully. “I’d make you feel more comfortable by going in my panties, too, except that I’m not wearing any.”

Paul stared at his boss in amazement. No panties! Jesus! Again his mind returned to the image of him taking her over her desk. This time it was her shorts that would be at her ankles.

"Well," he said, pushing the thoughts from his mind, "I suppose I'll have to strip." Nervously he began to undress, pulling off his jacket with shaking hands, then the tie, before unbuttoning his shirt. His shoes were next, followed by socks and finally trousers. He looked down at his crotch, aware that it was already a little larger than he'd hoped. Maybe she wouldn't notice he thought, as he folded his clothes.

Preliminaries



Josephine smiled as Paul stripped, and did not fail to notice the bulge in his briefs. She moved behind her desk and settled into the huge, plush, leather chair.

“Before we begin,” she began. “There is something I want you to see. Come back here, Paul, where you can see my computer screen.”

Nervously Paul approached his boss. Eying the outline of her bra beneath her pink top, he felt his cock swell even further. He smiled awkwardly and hoping to distract himself said, "I thought we were going through the factory..." It didn't work and his bulge continued to swell as he stopped at her side. All she had to do was to glance down and she'd see how aroused he was. What if she touched him? Her hand rubbing the outside of his briefs… His cock twitched at the thought and he shook his head, trying to exorcise it from his mind. He knew he should have had a wank the night before, he certainly wouldn't be feeling so horny if he had. Typical, he thought, the one night I decide not to. He swallowed and asked hesitantly, "What did you want me to see?"

Cyber-Snooping


Paul stepped up next to her in just his white cotton briefs. From what she had surmised of his preferences, Josephine knew standing there next to her, almost naked while she remained fully clothed, should drive him nearly mad with the odd lust of a submissive. Her sidelong glance confirmed the bulge within his underwear had grown to the point where his organ might push through the slit fly. She expected what she would now show him would deflate that, temporarily.

“What did you want me to see?” he asked, keeping his eyes pointedly on the computer screen and off her body, more revealed than hidden by her tight T-shirt and short denim cut-offs.

“I have not been wholly truthful with you, Paul,” she began with no hint of apology. “The inspection I described actually happened last week. This year, for the first time, I got the IT Department involved.”

She used the mouse to move the cursor on her monitor and clicked on an icon labeled “paul.” Upon the screen appeared a list of URLs of about two dozen Femdom image and story sites, and several BDSM hook-up forums.

“Paul?” Josephine growled. “Do you recognize these?”

Paul swallowed hard. His cock twitched again and he looked down to his boss' cleavage, then to his cock. "I, er, I…" he stammered. "No," he answered hesitantly. He didn't sound convinced and knew that his boss would not accept that as an answer.

He looked back at the computer screen, the thickness of his cock declining slightly until Josephine clicked on another page. The image of a clothed woman standing beside a naked, erect man, came into view. The woman stared at the camera, a triumphant look on her face as her hand clasped the mans penis. Joesphine clicked on more pages. Remembered images returned: a group of ladies watching a man wank in front of them; another group of ladies being served tea by a naked man; a dominant woman, dressed in thigh high boots, stockings, suspenders and a black pvc basque, standing beside her another naked man, his cock locked in a clear plastic cock cage and attached to a leash that she held. The tagline read: "I control your cock, your masturbation and your orgasms."

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said. "I think it was during my lunch break. I didn't know it was.. I, er, I." He stopped talking, his heart raced and he looked down at his boss, hoping she'd be understanding. Bad enough he'd been caught looking at porn, but Femdom and CFNM sites. His secret was out. He looked back at the screen then down at his boss.

His face turned red and his cock remained stubbornly erect. "Would you like me to resign?" he asked finally, his mouth painfully dry.

Negotiations



“Resign?” Josephine echoed his question. Purposely, she did not answer immediately. Instead, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a lipstick and compact. She opened that compact and used its mirror to apply the lipstick, a deep, bright, crimson. She then meticulously returned the makeup to its place and closed the drawer. Finally, she spoke. “No, Paul, I do not think your resignation will be necessary. Of course, now that I know how you have misused company property, there must be consequences. What if one of the girls from the typing pool had seen those images on your computer? Have to ever heard of a ‘hostile work environment’? I know you’re from the UK where things are not so litigious, but here that’s all it would take to get this company sued for sexual discrimination.”

The fact that her current plans broke every sexual harassment rule in the book did not concern Josephine. Paul would never reveal his secret in the public forum of a civil lawsuit. Besides, in truth, he would ultimately enjoy too much the sweet torture she planned for him to want it to stop.

“So, Paul, your job duties are going to have to change. To begin with, you know I work a lot of weekends. From now on, I’ll expect you to be here most of the weekend days I work. Don’t worry, you will get either comp-time or overtime pay for those hours. I’ll decide which.”

She openly looked up and down his body, clad now in only his white cotton underwear, still stretched over his erection in front.

“Most times during those weekend hours, and always when it is just the two of us here, you will work completely naked.” Again, she focused her gaze on the bulge in his briefs. “That requirement begins immediately.”

Paul felt weak at the knees. Just watching his boss apply the lipstick had made his cock throb even harder and he clenched his teeth, trying his best to contain the overarching desire that coursed through his semi-naked body.

"Sorry, did you say naked?" he asked, staring wide-eyed and red-faced at his boss. "I, I…" He looked back at his boss, her eyes running the length of his body, passing his flat stomach and resting on the line of his erection.

Repercussion Repetition



“Yes, I said ‘naked,’” Josephine punctuated her point with a pointed finger. This she pressed forward to poke the underside of his erection, her long fingernail pinching it against his stomach. “And I meant it when I said ‘immediately.’”

Paul gasped as his swollen member twitched under the attention of his boss' finger. He knew there was no way out of this, he needed the work - and money, and with a pounding heart he pulled his briefs down over his rigid phallus. Momentarily they hooked on his cock and he yanked them a little harder freeing his erection from the underwear. It bounced upwards, standing proudly to attention.

Stepping out of his briefs he felt even more awkward and embarrassed. He swallowed and glanced across at his pile of clothes. It wasn't too late to grab them and leave, he thought. He looked back at his boss, what was she going to do? Maybe she just wanted to humiliate him and then send him home. Well, it had worked, he thought. His eyes locked on her long legs, they were smooth and tanned and he wondered what she'd look like naked. God she was fit. I am naked in front of a hot, fit lady, he thought. And she's staring at my erection.