Samantha stood in front of the door hesitating. She knew she should probably open the door, but she was also intimidated by her own boss. She was afraid of her, but she also couldn't help but feel that there was something about her which drove her crazy. She thought about this and realized the truth. It wasn't just her boss that was attractive...it was her. As she grew bigger and bigger, she grew more and more beautiful to Samantha. She was a woman to be admired, feared and loved. And now, she was standing in front of her, the very personification of all that she desired. She wanted to be her. To be her personal slave.
She opened the door. "Good morning Ms. Thompson," she said politely, even if it was obvious her boss was in no mood for niceties.
Linda looked up, and gave her the usual smile. Samantha felt the butterflies in her stomach. "Yes Sammy?"
"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I've got your coffee."
"I don't need coffee...twit."
Samantha felt the blood rush to her face as she heard her boss say this. She swallowed hard and nodded her head.
"Ok then. See you tomorrow."
Samantha closed the door behind her.
Linda sat back in her chair, smiling to herself. It had been a long time since she had someone call her Ms. Thompson. It was a sign that she was growing more powerful, and that she was slowly taking control of her own life.
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