Blackie says I should tell you that I’m The Bitch at the office, The Boss in the crisp suit with the heels that go clackety-clack, sending shivers of fear and hatred down your spine.
He reminds me of this dichotomy, of how blood-thirsty and lust-fuck-filled even the kindest man or woman in the office would become if they only knew they could bend me over my own desk, and, upon discovering my panty-less ass open above my stocking tops (for that is how Blackie insists I dress), know they could not only take whatever they wanted, give whatever punishments they wanted, but quickly have me begging for them to let me orgasm.
I’d like to pretend that work is work, that I’d not be such a slut in such a situation; but the fact is, that if anyone at my work, in my profession or career sphere were to know… *shudder*
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I graduated from high school with honors at 16. By 19 I was doing an internship at a local consulting firm — and before I graduated, I had personally scored two major clients and had therefore been hired as an associate and put on the fast-track. One year later, after a major ethics dispute with my boss (Hugh, one of the founding partners), I was taking all my clients — plus three other huge corporate accounts — and walking out the door to start my own company.
Certainly Hugh thought I was a ball-busting bitch. His company closed a year after I walked and six months later he left the state to find work at another company. Bye-bye, Hugh!
And sure, anyone in my employ or that I’ve worked with knows that I mean business… You can’t run a successful company, let alone be a woman doing it, without getting a reputation for being somewhat of a hard-ass. I’m not sure that it’s fair… But it comes with the territory, with the reprimanding, firing and head hunting at the competition.
So I’ll concede that the reputation I have around town is anything but submissive; but Blackie insists he could make a fortune offering punishments of The Bitch and selling use of my holes & tits to Hugh and all the other guys and girls I’ve dismissed & discounted, written-up & talked-down, passed-over & put-under in just these few years. He calls it his Financial Plan B. *wink*
Tags: power play
