tericloth
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She showed up Monday and began ruining my life.
"First things first, my dear", she said, "We are not causal in this office". "Tomorrow you had better be dressed more professionally, more like me". I looked at her. She was in her late 30's, tall, maybe 5'8" or so, even taller in her heels. Dressed in a tight fitting black pencil skirt and white button down oxford shirt, and bright red scarf and matching 5" heels. Her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and her deep, dark brown eyes scowling at me behind her wire framed glasses. I hated her immediately.
Then she started in on my new assignments. I could not believe it; she gave me a list of projects that just seemed to keep on coming. And, the deadlines.... Instead of the usual next month I had grown accustomed to with my previous supervisor, everything was due tomorrow, or Friday, or next Monday. What a demanding bitch I thought.
I could not wait for Friday and the weekend to get away from Ms. Hernandez and her constant scowls and demands. I wondered how anyone could stand her and if she had any friends, or boyfriends for that matter. It wasn't that she wasn't a very attractive lady, she is. I just could not imagine the thought of some poor guy putting up with this bitch.
Friday came and I was excited. My husband was taking the boys camping for the weekend and I had the house all to myself. I needed a little me time, a little alone time, a long bath and slow masturbation time. I needed it and planned on taking full advantage of my time off this weekend. "Please 5:00, get here so I can get away", I thought.
At 4:45 the phone rang and I could see it was Ms. Hernandez's extension. I picked it up and she practically screamed into my ear. "Teri, get in here right this instant". I jumped up and hurried to her office. I wondered what she was pissed about now as I heard my own heels clicking rapidly on the tiled floor.
I liked the sound they made and thought about her first demand that I change my attire while at work. I hated to admit it, but I was beginning to enjoy dressing up each morning. Pulling the thigh high stockings slowly up each of my long, slim legs, clasping them into the garter belt worn over lacy white panties, stepping into a tight fitting skirt and heals, all of it made me feel so sexy. That was why I was so looking forward to my weekend alone.
I knocked and waited for her to answer. I seemed to take forever before she snapped "enter". The bitch was just making me wait in the hall out of spite.
I walked over to her desk and stood there looking down at her. She had my latest client proposal on her desk and a red pen in hand. She pulled her glasses down to the tip of her nose and looked over the top of them at me. "What do you call this crap" she said.
"Wa, wa what do you mean" I stammered back. She began to berate me about everything she deemed wrong with my proposal from content to the grammar. Then she said the unimaginable. "You are not to go home until you correct this work", she said, "even if it takes all weekend". "Now get back to your office and fix this".
So, here I sit at almost midnight. Alone in my office. working when I should be home with a glass of wine by the bedside, a dildo up my ass, and my little rabbit vibe rotating inside me while his little rabbit ears go crazy on my clit. But I can't leave, I know Ms. Hernandez will be back sometime tonight to check on me and probably make some more demands. God I’m Horney.
What’s a girl to do???
"First things first, my dear", she said, "We are not causal in this office". "Tomorrow you had better be dressed more professionally, more like me". I looked at her. She was in her late 30's, tall, maybe 5'8" or so, even taller in her heels. Dressed in a tight fitting black pencil skirt and white button down oxford shirt, and bright red scarf and matching 5" heels. Her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and her deep, dark brown eyes scowling at me behind her wire framed glasses. I hated her immediately.
Then she started in on my new assignments. I could not believe it; she gave me a list of projects that just seemed to keep on coming. And, the deadlines.... Instead of the usual next month I had grown accustomed to with my previous supervisor, everything was due tomorrow, or Friday, or next Monday. What a demanding bitch I thought.
I could not wait for Friday and the weekend to get away from Ms. Hernandez and her constant scowls and demands. I wondered how anyone could stand her and if she had any friends, or boyfriends for that matter. It wasn't that she wasn't a very attractive lady, she is. I just could not imagine the thought of some poor guy putting up with this bitch.
Friday came and I was excited. My husband was taking the boys camping for the weekend and I had the house all to myself. I needed a little me time, a little alone time, a long bath and slow masturbation time. I needed it and planned on taking full advantage of my time off this weekend. "Please 5:00, get here so I can get away", I thought.
At 4:45 the phone rang and I could see it was Ms. Hernandez's extension. I picked it up and she practically screamed into my ear. "Teri, get in here right this instant". I jumped up and hurried to her office. I wondered what she was pissed about now as I heard my own heels clicking rapidly on the tiled floor.
I liked the sound they made and thought about her first demand that I change my attire while at work. I hated to admit it, but I was beginning to enjoy dressing up each morning. Pulling the thigh high stockings slowly up each of my long, slim legs, clasping them into the garter belt worn over lacy white panties, stepping into a tight fitting skirt and heals, all of it made me feel so sexy. That was why I was so looking forward to my weekend alone.
I knocked and waited for her to answer. I seemed to take forever before she snapped "enter". The bitch was just making me wait in the hall out of spite.
I walked over to her desk and stood there looking down at her. She had my latest client proposal on her desk and a red pen in hand. She pulled her glasses down to the tip of her nose and looked over the top of them at me. "What do you call this crap" she said.
"Wa, wa what do you mean" I stammered back. She began to berate me about everything she deemed wrong with my proposal from content to the grammar. Then she said the unimaginable. "You are not to go home until you correct this work", she said, "even if it takes all weekend". "Now get back to your office and fix this".
So, here I sit at almost midnight. Alone in my office. working when I should be home with a glass of wine by the bedside, a dildo up my ass, and my little rabbit vibe rotating inside me while his little rabbit ears go crazy on my clit. But I can't leave, I know Ms. Hernandez will be back sometime tonight to check on me and probably make some more demands. God I’m Horney.
What’s a girl to do???
