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Sheila didn't know what to say. She had an idea where he was going with this. If she kept her mouth shut and let him touch her, she'd keep her job. Not to mention her insurance, and her house, and their one car. If she stopped him she'd probably get by and even find a new job. Sheila had never been a prude. She'd flashed friends her tits at bars and parties after a few drinks. She flirted here and there. And not much shocked her. She was just kind of a laid back girl. Maybe this was the path of least resistance and was the smarter thing to do. Maybe with a little effort this could be a turn on. Although that was hard to imagine since her boss was an overweight, creepy old man.

Mr. Fredricks didn't say anything but his rough hand slowly crept down from her shoulders to the opening of her blouse. He slid his hand past the open top button and on to the swell of her right breast. He traced a calloused finger along the top of her bra cup.

"You can find that I am as giving as I am harsh. I like to think of myself as firm, but fair," He said into her ear. The emphasis he put on the word firm was not lost on her.

Sheila was too shocked at herself to reply. She was letting herself be groped by her boss and hadn't planned on stopping him. She wasn't quite turned on by it yet. She was just curious. Sheila realized she really just wanted to see how far she'd let him go. It all seemed so surreal to her.

The rough hand moved down and cupped her whole breast. It bounced it once, trying to gauge it's heft. Then her boss gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You have been working for us for a long time Mrs. Gibson. I'm sure that even your tardiness today could be overlooked and forgiven seeing as how dedicated you've been so far." He breathed heavily into the side of her face as his hand continued to grope at her tit.

"It would not be such a stretch of the imagination to think that you may even be up for a raise."

Sheila whispered out a meek "Yes sir." She watched as she had unthinkingly just offered herself up as a prostitute. She could only assume that he meant the more she let him do, the more likely it was that she'd be getting a bit more money out this.

 

How does this play out?


          She's sent back to work

 
 
 

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