Dangerous Temptations: Erotic one shots [18+]

BOSS

The Female Boss – Jenny Anderson

The number one ingredient that customers look for on a night out is an atmosphere of sexual possibility. As the manager of a hot London bar, it’s my top priority to provide that. Sure, the hours are grueling, but I get the best buzz when the bar is packed, the music is pulsating, the drinks are flowing and the atmosphere is electric. There’s a serious sexual energy behind the bar as the staff mix cocktails and flirt with the customers. I love the banter, but don’t get involved. I prefer to keep my distance and maintain an air of professionalism. I’ve worked my way up, and know from experience what’s going on behind the scenes – the suggestive comments and lingering touches, the post work wind-down over long drinks, the one-thing-leads-to-another shoulder rubs. And why not? As long as they have the right attitude on the job – and I am a very demanding boss – I’m happy for my team to bond in whatever way they see fit.

It’s my business to recruit the hottest staff, who reflect the bar’s super-hot image. There’s no shortage of candidates eager to be associated with such a high-profile venue. Staff turnover is pretty high, as I like to ensure a good mix of nationalities – foreigners tend to move on quickly when it’s time to explore the next cool European capital. But that’s the way I like it; it keeps things fresh and exciting. I’ve honed my interviewing skills and can ascertain that a candidate has the requisite English, numeracy and mixing skills, and that all-important sparkle that will keep the customers coming back for more, within a ten minute meeting. The interview is also my opportunity to impose my authority, to impress upon new joiners that whilst I’m fun and friendly to be around, I expect my orders to be followed to the letter and don’t tolerate any dissent.

So how did I come to be lying on my back on my desk, knickers around my ankles, gasping in ecstasy as a gorgeous Brazilian candidate gave me the best head of my life with a firm, insistent tongue?

It happened so quickly, I barely knew what was happening. Joao, who had arrived punctually for his interview on a quiet Wednesday afternoon and was waiting for me in the bar, slid off his stool to shake my hand when Zac, on duty at the time, introduced me.

“It is very good to meet you,” he said, in a deep accented voice.
“Likewise,” I replied, very businesslike, but I was taken aback by a sharp fluttering in my stomach, something that I hadn’t felt for years. “Thank you for coming in to see me. Please come into my office”.

Joao followed me as I led him through the ‘Staff Only’ door and down a long dingy corridor. I was very conscious of his presence behind me, and imagined his eyes were firmly fixed on my bum as I swayed along in my pencil skirt and heels. I could feel myself getting warm, and felt slightly flushed as I opened the door to my office and gestured for him to enter and take a seat.

How did I come to be lying on my back on my desk, knickers around my ankles, gasping in ecstasy as a gorgeous Brazilian candidate gave me the best head of my life with a firm, insistent tongue?

I’m a pretty level-headed person, not really one for flights of fancy and certainly not given to lusting after complete strangers. But as I sat down opposite Joao at my desk, I felt almost disorientated by his presence. He was, by any measure, very attractive, with his dark soulful eyes, long curly brown hair and tall athletic body. But I tend to be surrounded by beautiful people in the bar, and am fairly inured to it. In Joao’s case however, there was more to it than that; he had an almost electric energy about him that knocked me right off my normal equilibrium. But he seemed entirely oblivious to his effect on me, and flashed me a disarming, genuine smile.

I cleared my throat and sought to regain my composure, and the upper hand. “Well, thank you for your interest in this position. Tell me a little about yourself and your bar experience to date.”