My boss is obviously the hottest in town. Well, my type of hot; the way his eyes light up when he smiles and the way he bits his lips when he’s nervous. He’s overall charisma, (his awesomeness print in his skinny pants)the sight always cut through my heart and spread the heat through my body.
But why won’t he look at me? (that I thought at first, never knew Boss’s been staring) and to burst your brain, he’s the most un-social person I’ve ever come across. It’s just office and home for him. That’s his whole life.
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I had been looking forward to the office Christmas party for a different reason than all of my boring coworkers: I was trying to sleep with my boss and I knew the alcohol combined with an excuse for me to wear something tight was the perfect background for it to finally happen. Tried stalking him home several times but it never worked. When i saw memo for the end of the year party. I could vividly see my dream of shagging my boss finally coming true.
My gut told me he felt the same way about me.
I was young enough to not care about the fact that it’s probably really stupid to try to seduce your job. My job wasn’t that great, it’s not something I couldn’t do anywhere else in town. I was bored and this was exciting. There was a heat to it I didn’t feel like passing up. So I decided the End Of The Year party was it.
The day before the party I got up the nerve to email him in the afternoon and ask the dress code for the party. He replied with whatever the standard line was about cocktail attire before I really pressed him, “what I meant was, how short of a dress should I wear?”
He didn’t respond for the rest of the work day, which drove me a little crazy. I thought maybe I had been mistaken about his feelings and tried deciphering the way he looked when he walked past my desk, but he was stoic as ever. The job is lost. I thought.
I was already in bed that night when I got a text from an unknown number: “Knee-length. Professional. But I want to see a sheer thong on you when I take it off.”
It was him. I didn’t know the number but I knew him.
A delicious feeling of victory and anticipation washed over me. This was happening.
Emboldened by his response, I sent him a message back detailing the thigh high component of the outfit.
“This is a good visual. Will you be able to keep quiet while I Bleep you in the office?”
I was nervous to text more then and ruin what promised to be the most exciting night of the year, so I just sent back a short “you’ll see.”