1. The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: jhw86, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a story that I wrote some time ago. It was my first multipart story, in fact so, before you start reading, there’s some things that I’d like for you to know. First, this story is not meant to be racist in any way. As you read, you will notice that there is some mention of color, but this story was not written with the intention to be derogatory towards either character when it comes to their race. This story, like all of my stories, serves to assuage certain stresses and anxieties within my life. It is fictitious closure for me. In this case, my boss, who is quite similar to Anita, is the topic of frustration that I’m fictionalizing. This story is not based on truth. It is merely a “what if” scenario. Please enjoy, comment, and vote. I’d love to hear your feedback! Thank you… --NL P.S. I do not yet know how this story ends, and for that, I apologize. The Boss Lady: Part I “Jack I need to see you in my office,” Anita Jensen said in her typical tone; one that involved a mix of disdain for humanity, and just plain irritability; simplified, her tone was bitchy. Jack Lyons, the man that she was talking to in said bitchy tone, rolled his eyes, and wondered what the hell she wanted now. All he had wanted was to just be left alone to his work. He just wanted to type what he had to type, and write what he had to write, and then go home, but no; thanks to her, he now had to stop what he was doing, get up from his chair, and walk eight feet to her ...
    office to see what the hell she wanted. He walked slowly so he could be a passive-aggressive, and spiteful asshole, deliberately taking his time as he made his way to the small room that she called her office, which was essentially a closet in the back of the call center in which they worked in; together, sort of. “Close the door Jack,” she said in a tone that would make one think that he had asked to speak to her. Jack complied, and shut the door. He looked at his boss with disdain. ‘What a bitch,’ he thought to himself as he looked at her. He shellacked a thin smile on his face and asked, “What’s going on, Anita,” in the most cordial, but nervous tone that he could muster. “You didn’t do anything wrong, so don’t start getting all paranoid on me,” she said reassuringly. She had seen the look of paranoia on his face the minute he walked into her office. It was a look that he always gave her, and it drove her nuts. “Ok,” Jack said, feeling a little better, but still hesitant. He stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for her say what she needed to say. Every time she called him into her office he got nervous. He imagined that each time she called his name, it was because she was about to fire him, discipline him severely, or just criticize him just because she felt like it. It made him dislike her immensely; and he hated that she had that much control over him, his fears, and his emotions. He saw her as the type that always acted as if she was owed ...
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