My Boss Asked Me To Wear A Short Skirt To Work So He Could Have s#x With Me In The Office


It had been a long weekend since I slept with my boss — since he caught me in a very compromising position and finished the act h!mself — but I was still surprised that I hadn’t heard from h!m right away afterward.

I’m not sure what I expected, flowers on my desk, a proclamation of love, a promotion (?), a wink as he walked by? Th!s was all new territory for me.


I’d woken in a daze before my alarm even went off. I remembered the events of the previ0us night, Jack coming in to h!s office where I was supposed to be working late and instead catch!ng me at h!s desk, t0uch!ng myself and envisioning h!s masculine hand between my legs instead of my own. He’d seemed pleasantly surprised, right? Why was my phone silent — why was there no word from h!m?

I was already worrying as I picked 0ut my 0utfit — a snug black pencil skirt, a semi-sheer black top, black nylons, and black stilettos. I was at least going to lookconfident if I c0uldn’t act that way.

When I got to the office I saw Jack’s door was still closed, noth!ng unusual, I always arrived before h!m. I sat at my desk 0utside h!s office and tried to busy myself, or at least look like I was busy, wh!le I kept watch 0ut of the corner of my eye for h!m to appear. Noth!ng.

At lunch I asked 0ur small company’s operations director if he’d be in that day — she was a loopy older lady but she always knew everyth!ng that was going on in the office. “Didn’t y0u hear,” She said, with a genuine look of surprise on her face, “Jack’s traveling. Last minute trip for the DRI client. He sent an email 0ut th!s morning.” My heart sank again, I hadn’t gotten the emailed, and he always cc-ed me on stuff like that. Maybe he was unhappy ab0ut what happened. Someth!ng was up……………..READ more on the next page,Go below This Page CLICK>>>>2