Realisation dawned on Jenna. This rude, arrogant upstart was trying to usurp her authority.
Well, she thought, we’ll soon put a stop to that nonsense. “Karen!” Jenna snapped. “Put your bloody clothes on right now! You’ll report to me at the end of the day and I’ll deal with you there and then.
“And,” she continued, addressing the whole office, “I don’t want a single cock-up today.”
Some of Jenna’s male colleagues blushed and quickly sat down, covering their obvious excitement. Jenna, though, didn’t realise and turned her attention back to the lusty lesbian.
“I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, Karen but this is neither the time nor the place. Now get to work and come see me later. From now on, you’re going to bend over backwards for me. I don’t want any balls up in my project. You’re going to do as I say or I’ll tear you a new arsehole. Do you understand? It’s not like I want you to do anything you’ll find demeaning. But if you feel you can’t satisfy my needs on your own, I’m happy to bring someone else in to help. I’ve got my eye on you and I really want to get behind you but if you just screw around without giving me what I want, it’ll be the back door for you, young lady. Rub me up the wrong way and you’ll be going down.”
Karen blushed and nodded, not really understanding the mixed message from her buxom boss but not wanting to get into that particular conversation in the middle of the office. The meeting after hours could prove very interesting and she found herself getting wet at the thought.
“Now put your clothes back on and do something constructive,” Jenna snapped.
Obliging, Karen slipped her panties back up, her middle fingers hooked into the thin lace waistband. Not wanting to let Jenna know what she was missing, Karen allowed her index finger to slide ahead, up the inside of her milky thigh and up the full length of her moist, shaven pussy. As she trailed the finger over her clit, circling it a couple of times, the electric shock of pleasure rippled up through her entire body. Then she reluctantly covered herself up and scooped to pick up her trousers, bending forward so her mouth was mere inches from Jenna’s own, tidily trimmed pussy.
Jenna, shocked at the way Karen had so blatantly made a come-on at her, had looked away before the intern could put on her trousers and hadn’t noticed the glint in her eye as Karen ogled her private parts.
Jenna swivelled away, her breasts and bottom swinging in tandem with the motion, her sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor. “Oh,” she said, looking back over her shoulder, “and don’t forget to wear a tie.
“And the rest of you can get back to work or I’ll be coming down on each and every one of you, too. I’m running this project and you’ll respect me. Now come along, there’s nothing more to see. It was just a picture of a naked woman, for crying out loud. Have none of you ever seen a naked woman before?”
Ignoring the muted coughs and mumbled comments, Jenna returned to her desk and dropped into her chair, the padded seat less comfortable now after several years of abuse from her backside slamming into it. Yet it seemed more uncomfortable and scratchy today. Must think about ordering a new one, she thought. Powering up her old desktop computer, Jenna cast an astute eye over the office, making sure everything is as it should be.
Just as the Windows logo pinged up on her screen, Jimmy, the work experience lad who was helping in the post room nervously shuffled up beside her, his eyes roving everywhere except at Jenna. In a tentative, cracked voice, Jimmy asked “Erm…Jenna…Is there something important you’ve forgotten to do, today?)
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