Dominating the Boss

Chapter 2

The next day, I was early at work, and there was one important question in my mind. Whom I was going to target first, the boss, or the secretary. There were advantages on both sides. I could target Natalie, which would make my life much easier if I can manage to break her. But she had a strong will, making it a difficult proposition. Brenda was a softer target, and after I capture her throughly, I could leverage her to dominate Natalie.

In the end, my dilemma turned out to be useless. The decision was already made for me, I realized when I swung by the upstairs, and one of the skittish interns saw me walking towards Natalie's room, and informed me that Natalie was away for the next day or two for an offsite client meeting.

Brenda, it was.

Still, I had to wait until I could catch her alone, as her desk was far too visible. Once again, my luck shone through, and she stood up from her desk while I was still loitering around the floor, trying to look like I was fixing a computer on an empty desk. She walked away from her desk, revealing her clothing in the process. She was wearing a red blouse, which covered much more than her usual choices, with only a slight cleavage. But her skirt was a complete opposite, barely larger than my hand, displaying her beautiful legs perfectly. Also convenient for easy access, I presumed.

A smile appeared on my face when she took a left turn on the corridor. "Jackpot," I murmured, knowing that part of the building housed archives, and as a consequence, effectively deserted. Perfect location to initiate my plan. I waited until she disappeared from the view, then took the same route. It didn't take long for me to find the room she was in, the door was slightly open, with a ray of light escaping to the corridor.

I pushed the door open slowly, trying to decide what to say. But when I opened the door, I chose to wait instead of opening with my planned words. The reason, she was standing on a chair, trying to reach a file. Her skirt rose every time she rose, serving me with the delicious view of her bottom, clad in a skimpy g-string, the color matching her blouse. I was tempted to pull out and start whacking off, but of course, I held back. There was no need to spoil the pleasure. "Hello, Brenda," I said with a smile instead. "Do you need any help with that file?"

Her head turned towards me even as her hands found her skirt, pulling it down to cover her panties, but her success was limited from the high ground she was holding. "What are you doing here, scum," she lashed out, not happy with the fact that she got caught.

"I missed your kind voice," I answered with an unrepentant grin even as I pulled the door close. An action she failed to understand its implications if her lack of reaction was any indicator.

"What are you talking about?" she said absentmindedly, her attention was on how to step down from the stair without giving me an eyeful, only to fail. "Do you mind turning your back so I could step down," she asked tersely.

"I do mind, actually," I answered, my gaze firmly on her legs, wanting to unbalance her before I ambushed her with the real revelation. Watching her beautiful legs was just a bonus.

She looked, shocked, unable to process my sudden confrontational answer, after all the times I avoided even the slightest conflict. She blinked for a couple of seconds, then connected her hands in front of her skirt, trying to prevent me from seeing anything as she stepped off the chair, an effort that failed miserably.

"Why didn't you use a file to cover," I asked with a laugh, adding another dose of blush to her reddened face. She opened her mouth, but no answer was forthcoming. Uncomfortable with the sudden shift, she made a smart decision for once, and started walking towards the door, intending to extract herself from the situation.

Too bad that I had no intention of allowing something like that. I slammed the door close before she could reach, my hand pressing on to prevent her from escaping. "What do you think you are doing!" she exclaimed in shock. "Let me go, now!"