She's Boss this Time

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She sat at her desk, elbows on the table, chin leaning in hands and a far away look in her eyes. Terri had already been working all night long. She had not gone home in two days, not that she wanted to, a lonely apartment and no one there for her didn’t give her much reason to care if she did or not. But that was besides the point, Terri was a work a holic, or at least of late, but mostly she worked for lack of any thing better to do, money wasn’t a problem, but being bored definitely was.

Her desk was a mass of papers, pens, etc and she just stared at them with a blank look on her face, wondering why she ever thought this job was going to be interesting. Sure she had it made, her own company, people to do her bidding, money, just about what ever she wanted, except what she really needed. And work was not going to give it to her, not that being boss was a bad thing, but goddamn, that kind of power!

She smiled, thinking about all the possibilities being the person she was, yet she had never used her position or power so far, having been brain washed since a child that woman in power were only whores with a price tag. But this time it was her company, her rules and as she sat there with a smile, she decided at 24, president of the company, that she really wanted to know how far a certain male employee would go to please her.

She daydreamed about that for quite some time, smiling down at her paper work, feeling the wetness already starting between her legs, just thinking about Mike, the photographer for the company. He had been there a year already, did a wonderful job, brought her magazine much business, was great with people, outgoing, made them laugh, yet when it came to her, Mike avoided her like the plague. Today Terri decided that was to change, it had been a long time for her to be interested in someone and Mike, rather older than her, had grabbed her interest right off. She didn’t care that he was married or that he was shy, but the fact that she mad him nervous and came off as Mr. Goody two shoes, did in fact intrigue her. She had to wonder what might happen if she did use her power and see how Mike would react.

OCC: This will be a closed thread for Miltone and myself, but please real along and enjoy.

 

[Miltone]

Mike Corcoran

OCC: Michael Corcoran is a seasoned veteran among fashion photographers, an older married guy, very much an artist-type, tall and lanky, with long reddish hair and a short beard bleached out from spending so much time doing photo shoots in the Caribbean, Mediterranean, and South Pacific. Over the years his insecure control-freak wife has beaten him down, taking a free-spirited, talented, happy-go-lucky free-lance artist and molding him into a competent and professional and very commercially successful photographer who produces consistently high quality work, which has made him valuable to the magazine. Despite that, he still dreams of having an exhibition of his best work and maybe publishing a volume or two.


IC: He could feel her eyes on him. He was very conscious of it. Every time he was in the office. He didn’t have to look in her direction to know that Terri, the boss, the publisher of the magazine, was watching him. There was something in her look that puzzled him, that set him ill-at-ease. Just what did she want out of him? He had seen these young hotshots go sling-shotting past him and then flame out just as quickly. He was sure that she would be no different. Young and fiery, publisher of her own magazine when—in his view—little more than a green kid out of college, she drove her staff hard but made it well known that she drove herself harder. He gave her another year at the most before something snapped.

So here he was, late at night, dropping off the last minute proofs so layout would have them for the issue that had to be put to bed the next morning. And there Terri was, in her office well after midnight, pouring over who knows what. Didn’t she have a life? She was a beautiful woman after all, gorgeous shoulder length auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and a tall sumptuous figure the likes of which most men would see only in their dreams. Take away her smarts and her Alpha personality and her bitch tyrant attitude and she would probably make a fantastic lingerie model. As a veteran photographer of the runway fashion wars for several years, it was Mike’s job to spot talent and draw it out for display on the printed page. And she had that sort of talent, that sort of beauty. Were all the available men in New York City unable to see this, or did she simply make it not worth their while?

Mike had been intrigued by this startup rag of hers, Jazzy, a monthly glossy for twenty-something women that featured the latest in over-the-top fashions and accessories, some kicky lifestyle features on how to build a hot sex life and a great career, a sprinkling of self-help, fiction, and reviews, and topped off with some juicy celebrity gossip. Surprisingly, the latest demographics showed that nearly as many men as women were reading it. Mike liked to joke that it was like instant research into the young female mind, but knew it was more for the scantily dressed models and occasional wildly erotic glimpses of nudity than for the in-depth articles. Besides, the money was great and it kept his wife off his back. And Jesus only knew how that woman could spend money faster than he could earn it!

Easing noiselessly through the office, Mike dropped the packages of photos on the desks of the graphic director and her assistants and an extra set for the cover design group. But as he moved through the glass walled offices, he could feel Terri’s gaze following him. He was thoroughly bushed. After jetting over from the spring preview shows in Milan and Paris, he was ready for some rack time. He knew he would have to deal with the insane demands of his wife who had been pissed enough that he was gone for two weeks already. On top of that, he didn’t feel like dealing with the boss lady, so he tried to duck through a back way out of her sight. But just as he reached the elevator, he heard her voice.

“Mike? Can I see you for a minute?” she called out.

Shit! What the fuck could she possibly want at this time of night? Mike slung his camera bag over his shoulder and slumped his way along the hall toward her office. Terri was waiting at the doorway, flipping through one of the packages of photos that he had left in graphics.

“Yeah?” he said, careful to keep his distance.

Without looking up from the photos, she waved him inside her office. Mike shuffled inside and sat back against the small conference table in his office, slipping his heavy bag from his shoulder to rest it at his feet.

“These are good, Mike … very good—of course not that I expect any less from you.”

“Thanks. Can I go now?” Mike asked, looking toward the door, hoping to make a quick exit. But that wasn’t going to happen. Looking back at Terri, he let his eyes run up her legs, crossed at the ankles as she leaned back against her desk. As his eyes took in the shapely legs and the dark, expensive, finely-tailored skirt and jacket, open in the front revealing a silky emerald green camisole top, a funny thought crossed his mind. Given the highly charged sexual content of the magazine, Mike spent most of his days around all kinds of brainlessly beautiful young women, many of them nearly or completely naked, yet he found the sight of Terri in her crisp business suit a terrific turn on.

She finally looked up at him and smiled—no, not a smile, a grin, maybe even a bitchy evil grin. Maybe she could read his mind as well. Shit! He was in trouble now! Then she looked back down at the handful of photos she was rifling through.

“I think this is some of your best work over there—ever,” she remarked, as if she had ever seen the groundbreaking stuff he had shot twenty years before when she was probably playing with Barbie dolls while he was shooting the real thing for Glamour, Vogue, and Cosmo. She pulled out one in particular. “You shot Vandela! How did you get her to do that? This is terrific!”

“She owed me a big favor, what can I say?”

Still grinning, Terri just shook her head. When she looked up at him, her grin disappeared and her look grew intent.

“What?” Mike shrugged. “You gonna fire my hairy ass?”

“No I’m not gonna fire your ass, I have something else in mind, something special.”

The way she looked at him made Mike nervous. He dropped his gaze down and away ...