Mr. Fredricks gave Sheila's breast a last squeeze and then he removed his hand from her shirt.
"I think we've kept you from your responsibilities long enough for one afternoon. Get back to the bar and let Robert know I'm already aware that you started your shift late today," Mr. Fredricks said as he stood up and composed himself.
Sheila stood and turned towards the office door. Her gaze fell to her bosses crotch just long enough to glimpse the sizable bulge in the front of his suit pants. There was another wave of curiosity as she wondered what it might look like. She found herself picturing it as veiny and uncircumcised. Sheila forced the dirty thoughts from her mind. She found herself not grossed out, but amused. It hadn't made her hot, but she couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to see it, or hold it.
Her boss spoke and brought her out of her musings. "Let's you and I set up something for your lunch break. I want to discuss this raise with you. Possibly a promotion. I may have a new position for you, that is if you're interested?"
The words and implications were not lost on her. She now saw herself thinking about having her fat old boss behind her, bending her over the desk, plowing into her. Despite the gross image, she felt a twinge of lust.
"I-," She paused, met his gaze and proceeded, "I'm interested." Sheila swallowed and opened the office door.
"I'm pleased to hear you say that Mrs. Gibson. Your dedication is just what I'm looking for here. When your break arrives, meet me back here."
Sheila slept walked through the first part of her shift. The job didn't take much thought, and Monday's were pretty slow. This left plenty of time to daydream. She kept picturing different sexual scenarios with her boss. They would excite and revolt her at the same time.
"When did I become such a whore?" She mused, half smiling to herself. |