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- Herausgeber: Youcanprint
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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The After-Work Surprise
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring the delicious curves of my body. The curvaceousness of my sexy figure was only being accentuated by the lingerie I was currently wearing. It was a simple fishnet bodystocking, but it did a lot to show off my thick ass and voluptuous tits. I posed in a sexy and somewhat feisty way before snapping a picture with my phone. I then texted the picture to my husband, Jaiden, along with the message, "Hey babe, do you think you can come home early today? You can do whatever you want with me," followed by some winking and kissing emojis. Less than five minutes after sending the photo, my phone was bombarded with messages from my ostensibly very excited husband. He was fawning over me and calling me his gorgeous goddess. He made a promise to be home as early as possible. I blushed at his endless sea of compliments and was delighted to know that he would be rushing home with lust filling his brain and body.
Jaiden and I had been married for over five years now, but we started dating nearly a decade ago, and we have known
each other as friends for even longer. At the beginning of our marriage, everything seemed perfect. We were entirely compatible with each other, and I found myself wanting to spend every minute with him. However, as time wore on, things changed in our sex life. Our libidos used to seem like they entirely in sync. Whenever he was horny and wanted to have sex, I was horny and wanted to have sex. We had sex at least once a day, sometimes more if we were in the mood. This aspect of our lives pretty much tanked, though, starting about a year ago. The most likely cause for this plummeting in the quality of our sex life was the promotion that Jaiden received about a year ago. With the additional responsibilities and stresses that came with getting a promotion, more of Jaiden's time was focused on work, and our sex life enormously suffered because of that.
Instead of having sex once a day, we were only having sex about once a week. In addition to this, all the passion and energy was nowhere to be found. Now, it felt like sex was just a passionless chore like it was something that just needed to get done. When we were dating, and in the first few years of our marriage, we were adventurous lovers that were not afraid to explore each
others' kinks. Because of this, we both realized that we liked BDSM. More specifically, I wanted to be the submissive one, whereas Jaiden liked to be the dominant one. We no longer explore each others' kinks now, though.
Every time we have sex, I end up on my back with my legs spread, and Jaiden gets between my legs and fucks me in the missionary position. He seldom ever eats me out, and he rarely ever engages in foreplay. Sometimes he might grab or squeeze my tits, but even that is a rare occurrence. After a few minutes of lackluster pumping and grunting, he pulls his cock out of me, and his load of cum dribbles out of the tip of my dick and onto my torso. Afterward, he rolls over and usually falls asleep, too exhausted from work to do anything else. During this process, I moan and pretend that he is fucking me hard and deep to make him feel better, but, at this point, I think we both know that I'm lying. Part of me feels terrible for Jaiden, too, because I know what kind of a lover he could be. I think fondly of the first night of our honeymoon when I orgasmed all over his cock multiple times before he shot a thick, creamy load deep inside of my cunt.
I just wished that his work was a bit less stressful so that he
could spend more time rejuvenating our sex life. That was what this evening was for. I'd been fantasizing about doing something like this for quite a while, but only recently did I start putting things into motion.
I took the day off of work today so that I could spend some time pampering myself and doing my makeup and putting on my sexy lingerie so that I would like a goddess amongst men by the time Jaiden got home. I'd asked Jaiden to come home earlier than usual so that we could spend as much time as possible with each other. I was hoping that an evening like this, where we were able to explore each others' bodies sensually and intimately, would rekindle our sex life and bring back some of the passion and the joy that was missing from our marriage.
Quite a while had passed between me sending Jaiden the picture of me in my lingerie, and the front door opening. I heard the heavy thumping of Jaiden's shoes as he walked inside. I was lying on the bed with my head down against the mattress and my thick, curvy ass high up in the air. I was positioned in a way such that the first thing Jaiden was going to see when he opened the door would be my delicious, curvy ass in fishnet
bodystockings staring back at him. Lying all around the bed were sex toys and other objects that Jaiden could use on either himself or me if he wanted. There were dildos, cock rings, paddles, whips, canes, blindfolds, handcuffs, ball gags, and so many more objects that any couple that was into BDSM would have in their bedroom. On the nightstand near the bed were several candles, all of them scented, and all of them lit.
My heart raced with anticipation as I heard the familiar sound of Jaiden making his way up the steps. A lewd smile crept across my face when I listened to the brass door handle jiggle.
The door was pushed open, and I heard Jaiden gasp when he saw how I was posed. "Oh my goodness, Autumn, you look so fucking sexy right now," Jaiden told me in a breathless tone of voice. "You look even better in person than you did in the picture you sent me," he added.
I positioned my head so that I was looking back at him before responding, "Oh yeah? Well, I'm glad you enjoy my body, babe, because tonight, I'm all yours". In all honesty, I had to stop for a moment to admire just how handsome Jaiden was. I'd always found him very attractive, but something about today as
different. Even though I couldn't place my finger on it, Jaiden just looked extra sexy today. He was over six feet tall, and years of regular gym exercise meant that his muscles were not only well-defined but well-built as well. He had jet black hair that was cut short and neat. He had piercing green eyes. Whenever I looked into Jaiden's eyes, I felt like I was getting lost in the dazzling light of a brilliant emerald or some other fantastic gem of the sort. His eyes are always reflecting the loving, passionate side of him. Even while our sex life was going further and further downhill, I could see the remorse and sorrow in his eyes.
He truly wanted to make our sex life full and vibrant again, but he just couldn't find the time with work taking so much of it up.
The corners of his lips were curled upward into a coy, sexy smile as he glanced all about the room. I could see the gears turning in his head, and I loved it. He was already coming up with a plan for what he wanted to do to me and how he wanted to use all the different objects scattered throughout the room. Seeing the thinking process play out on his face made my pussy so wet. It was the lovely anticipation of it all. I saw him glance over at the handcuffs, but then his eyes went to the paddle before falling on
the cane. Did that mean he was going to handcuff me and paddle me? Or did that mean he was going to handcuff me and cane me? Or was he going to do some combination of the three? I didn't know, but I couldn't wait to find out.
Jaiden had told me the other day that he would be giving an important presentation at work today, and this was certainly reflected in the way he dressed. He was wearing a fancy black suit jacket with black suit pants to match. Underneath the sleek-looking black suit jacket, he was wearing a white button-up shirt and an eye-catching red tie. The seams of both his suit jacket and button-up were strained by his impressive and sexy muscles, which looked as though they were struggling to get out.
He stepped forward a few steps before softly caressing my thick, pillow ass cheeks with his hands. This motion was so delicate and intimate that it caught me off guard, in all honesty. I thought that, with the way I was positioned, I was surely in for a spanking or something like that. "Oh believe you me," Jaiden snarled. "I'm going to enjoy every inch of you tonight, my love."
After Jaiden said that, I watched as he swiftly brought the open palm of his hand high up in the air before moving it down
toward my ass at an even faster rate. His open palm crashed into my soft, eagerly awaiting ass cheek and the delicious sound of the spank filled the air of the bedroom. I squirmed and jumped a little bit, but I loved it. As the stinging of the spank subsided and gave way to a more delectable pleasure, I could feel my needy, wanting cunt getting wetter. I felt as though a wet spot on my panties would be visible in no time at all.
I watched as Jaiden moved around the room. He bent over to pick something up, although what he picked up, I couldn't say for sure. However, when he stood back up, I was able to see what was in his hand. It was a black blindfold. Jaiden walked over to me and secured the black blindfold over my eyes.
Now my vision was plunged in darkness. My sense of vision was entirely compromised. I couldn't see anything, but I could taste, smell, touch, and hear. Part of the reason I think blindfolds are so erotic during sex is that they make the blindfolded person rely on their other senses, which only serves to increase the anticipatory excitement. I couldn't see where Jaiden was anymore. Was he near my ass about to give me another spanking? Was he near my head about to shove my tight, wet
mouth down on his cock? Was he near my tits about to pinch and roll my sensitive nipples between his fingers?
I couldn't tell based on sight, so I had to use my other senses. Using my other senses, I could tell that he was not standing near me at all as I could hear him rummaging around a few feet away from me. However, just as before, I was unable to deduce what he was searching around for. Sure enough, though, just a few moments later, I sensed that he had returned to me.
My suspicions were confirmed when I felt him fastening a ball gag to my face. The gag itself was placed inside of my mouth, rendering my mouth useless. The leather straps attached to the ball gag were fastened around my face, securing the device to me and ensuring that it wouldn't come loose. Now that the ball gag was tightly secured inside my mouth, I couldn't talk. I listened as Jaiden continued to move around the room, reaching for more and more items. Eventually, he returned to where I was positioned and got to work with these items. The first thing Jaiden did was position my arms so that they were behind my back. I then felt a cold, metallic object around my wrists. He was using handcuffs on me. Jaiden handcuffed my hands behind my
back. Now that I was unable to support myself with my arms, I had no choice but to lie with my head pressed against the mattress. The next thing I felt was a coarse length of rope slithering around my legs and ankles. Jaiden used this length of rope to tie my ankles together. Now that I was tied up and restrained like this, I couldn't help but feel like my husband's perfectly packaged and wrapped up a sex toy, ready to be used for his pleasure and his pleasure only.
I heard low chuckles coming from Jaiden, and I knew that he was planning to do something quite devilish. However, I couldn't tell what exactly he was planning as my sense of sight had been taken away from me when Jaiden put the blindfold over my eyes. However, I came to realize what my naughty husband was planning just a few moments later. I was lying there, anticipating what his next move would be, when I felt something drop onto my back. It was hot, and it felt like liquid, but it quickly cooled and became solid. The brief burning sensation that it brought onto me was quickly diminished and instead replaced by a great amount of pleasure. Shivers of delight ran all up and down my spine. Pleasure coursed through
my veins, and if I were not so restrained by the gag in my mouth, I probably would have laughed with joy. It took me a few seconds to figure out what was being done to me, but I quickly deduced what Jaiden was doing. My suspicions were confirmed when he did it again. I felt the same, familiar burning sensation that only lasted about a second before being washed away completely by immense feelings of pleasure.
Jaiden had taken one of the lit candles that lined the nightstand, and he was pouring the hot, melted wax all over my back. I'd mentioned to Jaiden several times in the past my interest in playing with hot candle wax, but this was my first time doing it, and I loved it. I loved every second of it. I loved the anticipation of waiting for each successive drop of melted wax to touch my soft skin. I loved how I got goosebumps every single time, and I loved how it made me shiver with delight and ecstasy.
Another thing I loved about Jaiden erotically pouring hot wax all over my back was just how much Jaiden switched up his pouring technique. Sometimes, the wax would fall on my back in quick, small droplets. When he did this, it felt like I was
underneath a sexy rainshower, except the pitter-patter of the rain droplets were tiny beads of semi-hardened wax making contact with my skin. Other times, Jaden would stream long, flowing streams of warm wax all along my back. I loved the feeling of the wax hitting my body, though, regardless of the pouring technique he used.
After spending many minutes dripping molten wax all down my back, Jaiden ostensibly decided that he wanted to move onto something else because suddenly, I no longer felt the steady supply of molten wax make contact with my needy skin.
Suddenly, I heard a whoosh of air, followed by an object smacking against my soft ass cheek. When the object collided with the soft skin of my curvy ass cheek, it produced a very sharp stinging sensation. I knew that this couldn't have been Jaiden's hand because the object was far too small to be Jaiden's hand. Further, I knew that the object couldn't have been a paddle because the force of this object smacking against my soft, round ass cheeks stung far more than a paddle would if it recreated the same motion. Thus, I was able to deduce that Jaiden was now smacking my ass with a cane. The cane was by
far my favorite device for spanking, and I think Jaiden knew this, and that was why he was caning me at that present moment. I just love how intense the stinging sensation is. It feels like a stinging pain that was quickly washed away and drowned out by an immense, almost euphoric pleasure. I also like the cane because it leaves marks very quickly and the intensity of the stinging pain rises with every successive strike.
Jaiden continued to cane my ass cheeks for several minutes. After some time had passed, though, each caning left me screaming into my gag from the stinging pain. Even though the cane stung very intensely with each strike, I loved it, and that much was visible on my now-soaked panties. The panties that I'd explicitly worn for this occasion were now several shades darker than they originally were just because they had soaked up so much of my pussy juices. I tried to squirm and wriggle around after each caning, but this was somewhat difficult to do simply due to the number of restraints that I was under. By this point, I could feel that my ass cheeks were radiating an intense amount of heat, and I had no doubt that they were most likely a deep red.
After intensely caning my ass, I guess Jaiden thought that it was time to move onto something else because I heard him drop the cane to the floor. The next thing I knew, my eyes were blinded by the bright light from Jaiden removing the blindfold from my eyes. Now that I could see, I turned to look at my sexy husband. He was still dressed in his suit, but I could see a very obvious erection pressing against his suit pants. He was so desperately horny for me, and I was so desperately horny for him. I saw Jaiden reach for me, and I felt his masculine and robust grip on the sides of my face. I felt the leather straps of the ball gag loosen and, moments later, he removed the gag from my mouth. The ball gag was slick and glistening in the light from my spit. I'd gotten so lost in the euphoric pleasure of the caning and hot wax dripping on me that I didn't even realize that I'd begun to drool. Strands of spit ran out of the corners of my mouth and down my chest. I loved looking and feeling so messy like this. I suppose it was because it emphasized my submission to Jaiden as well as my overall submissive nature. While Jaiden, who in this context was sexually more dominant than I, was dressed neatly in a suit and tie, I was a slobbering, spit-covered mess
dressed in sexy lingerie, and my back was covered in dried candle wax.
After taking the ball gag out of my mouth and after removing the blindfold from my face, Jaiden made quick work of untying the rope restraints around my ankle. Now, I was completely free to move about, but that didn't mean that Jaiden was done with me yet. My sexy and handsome husband repositioned me so that I was no longer even on the bed.
Instead, he positioned me so that I was on the ground on my knees, looking up at him. I gave him a desperate, pouty look and begged him, "Please, Jaiden, please make me your submissive fucking mess. Make me your needy, hungry little cumslut. I want to be used as a toy that only serves to please you. I want you to fuck me hard and rough, and deep like you would a fleshlight. I want you to make me beg and plead desperately for your cock. I want you to make me grovel on my hands and knees for your cum like the pathetic, desperately horny slut that I am. I want to wear your cum on my face as a badge of honor, Jaiden. I want to be your perfect little fuck toy". I was immediately able to figure out that begging him like that and talking dirty to him like that
worked because I noticed his cock twitch and jump in his pants several times when I said that. After I begged him like that, a lewd smile crept across Jaiden's face, and he rushed to get himself undressed.
Jaden started with his suit jacket. He removed his black suit jacket and tossed it off to the side. I could see just how horny he was by how carelessly he handled the suit jacket. That suit jacket was very expensive, as it was made from very high-quality material, and it was also made by a luxury designer brand. Regardless, though, Jaiden unceremoniously removed the suit jacket from his body and haphazardly tossed it off to the side. It was one of Jaiden's most pricey as well as prized and physical possessions, and he discarded it as if it were no better than trash. Next, Jaiden hastily undid the tie that was tightly tied around the collar of his silken, white button-up shirt. After removing the tie, Jaide went for his button-up shirt. He hastily unbuttoned each button and, once all the buttons were undone, he tossed the white button-up shirt off to the side with hardly more care than he did the suit jacket. Now that his black suit jacket, his red tie, and his white button-up shirt were all
removed, I was able to see the muscular, well-defined chest of my beautiful husband, and this sight turned me on so much. Not only did his personality exude confidence and masculinity and dominance, but so did his physical form. His muscles bulged and flexed as he moved to remove the rest of his clothing, and I couldn't help but stop and stare at his gorgeously well-built muscles. I smirked to myself as I thought about how even the Greek gods were most likely jealous of the muscles that Jaiden was sporting.
Jaiden next went to remove his leather belt. When I saw him doing this, I was genuinely shocked that he had not removed it by now. I thought that surely, he would have taken his belt off by now, and surely he was planning on using it either to spank me or to choke me or to do some other delightfully devilish thing to me. However, he had not done that, nor did it seem as though he was planning on doing something like that.
Jaiden removed his belt from the loop in his suit pants and tossed that, too, off to the side. The next thing to go was his suit pants, which had been hard at work to keep his cock restrained.
After unbuttoning and unzipping his suit pants, Jaiden pulled
them down to his ankles before simply kicking them off. Now, Jaiden was standing before me in just his underwear. I watched with aroused fixation as Jaiden's cock twitched and pulsed against the fabric constraints of his underwear, eager to get out.
I craved his cock so badly, and I was sure that Jaiden knew this.
I didn't care if it was in my mouth or my cunt or even my ass; I just wanted him inside of me. I wanted to feel the delightful sensation of his thick, veiny cock filling up my tight slutty holes as he pounded into me hard and deep.
I got the feeling that Jaiden wanted me to take the initiative in this instance and remove his underwear for him, so I did. I gripped the elastic waistband of his black underwear and began pulling them down his legs. As the soft fabric of his black underwear passed over the throbbing head of his girthy cock, his dick sprang out of his underwear, almost as though it was elated to finally be free of the fabric restraints that had kept his lust contained until now. Jaiden's cock looked so magnificent; I couldn't resist my urge to put my mouth on his member any longer. I wrapped my plump and juicy lips around the head of his cock and started to get to work. Immediately, I could feel my
pussy gush with its juices. It made me so wet to hear Jaiden's low moans and groans as I brought him an intense pleasure using just my mouth. I put my long, wet tongue to work by swirling it around Jaiden's sensitive head. I made sure to pay particular attention to his very sensitive frenulum. Any time my tongue passed over this erogenous zone, I made sure to flicker my tongue at it. This added stimulation only served to increase Jaiden's please, and I could tell that it was doing just that because every time I passed over his frenulum with my tongue, Jaiden would throw his head back and let out a particularly loud, pleasured groans.
I also used my tongue to lap up and lick at any drop of precum that it could find, and there was a steady supply of this sticky, gooey substance leaking out of the tip of his dick. I loved the feeling of his warm, salty precum dripping onto my tongue or down the back of my throat. While I sucked him off like this, I also made sure to look him in the eyes. I did this so that I could gauge how he was feeling based on his body language, but I also did this because I knew Jaiden liked eye contact while he received a blowjob.
Shortly after this, I began to bob my head back and forth along his lengthy, veiny shaft, pushing his cock deeper and deeper down my tight and wet throat. Immediately, Jaiden's cock filled up and stretched out my mouth. That was one of the things I loved the most about my sexy husband's amazing dick.
Regardless of whether his cock was sliding in and out of my needy, hungry mouth, or if it was pounding into my horny, desperate pussy hard and deep, or even if it was pounding into my ass hard and deep, he never failed to stretch out and fill up my holes. What is more, is the fact that he filled me up in just the right way. He didn't stretch my mouth or my pussy or my ass out so much that it hurt or was uncomfortable. Rather he stretched them out the perfect amount to maximize the amount of pleasure we both felt. It was his if his cock was made for my holes.
Jaiden's cock was steadily moving deeper and deeper down my throat. However, before I could get the last few inches down my throat, his cock became lodged inside of my wet, greedy hole. I couldn't get him any deeper down my throat. It felt as though his cock had gone as far down my throat as it was
ever going to go. However, I knew that this was not the case because I have been able to deepthroat my husband on many occasions in the past. This was the first time in a long time that I was truly struggling to take the entirety of Jaiden's cock down my throat. I tried to push my throat down on his shaft with more force than usual, but this was futile. I didn't get any farther down his shaft. I was beginning to choke and gag on his cock.
Rivers of spit mixed with precum were beginning to escape my mouth at its corners. These rivers would flow down the remainder of Jaiden's cock, getting it all slick and covered with my spit and his precum. The spit would then run down to his heavy and fall ballsack, getting it all wet and messy. At that moment, I felt Jaiden's strong and manly hands grip a fistful of my hair at the roots. With my hair in his hands, Jaiden was able to fuck my face and use my submissive, needy mouth as a sex toy for him to fuck and pump his cock into.
Sometimes, Jaiden used his grip on my hair to hold me in place while he powerfully bucked and thrust his hips up into my mouth. Other times, he used his grip on my hair to move me up and down his veiny, spit-covered shaft. Either way, I enjoyed the
experience immensely. My mouth was being stretched out by Jaiden's cock so much that tears had formed in the corners of my eyes. These tears were mixing with my makeup before running freely down my cheek, leaving a blackish grey streak behind. Jaiden fucked my mouth like this for a few more minutes, all the while calling me his good little slut and his filthy, Cum-addicted whore. I could feel my cunt getting drenched as he called me these dirty names, and I even moved one of my hands down to my clit so that I could play with myself while Jaiden fucked my throat.
Eventually, Jaiden's moans and groans turned into grunts and growls. I saw his ball sack tighten up, and I knew exactly what this meant. Surely enough, Jaiden growled, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" and just a few moments later, he removed himself from my throat and jerked himself off over my face. I gasped and giggled with delight as I felt warm, sticky ropes of his cum splatter all over my face. After I'd been thoroughly painted with Jaiden's cum, he gave me a passionate kiss on the lips and told me, "Thank you, babe. Thank you for this after-work surprise. It was wonderful."
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The Performance Report
“Well, Calvin, it was great talking with you. Have a great day,” I said to my coworker, Calvin, as he left my office. He turned back to look at me, giving me a meek but polite smile before hurrying back to his cubicle. I shut my grand, wooden door with such force that I could see other employees peak their heads out of their stalls when the heavy thud of the closing door filled the office. I made my way back to my desk and sank into my chair. I sighed a deep and heavy sigh before putting my glasses on so that I could squint at the bright computer screen that was glaring back at me. My eyes trailed down the screen, on which was displayed a list of the names of every employee employed at this office. Today was a special day, as what was going on this day only occurred a few times a year. It was performance report day. Performance report day meant that I had the privilege of analyzing the performance of each of the employees who worked in this office. After analyzing their performance, I called them into my office and told them what they were doing well and what they needed to work on. I didn’t pull any punches, though. I let each and every employee know
exactly what I thought of them. I was not afraid to give an employee an earful. I’ve worked at this office for over a decade and I’ve made more than one employee cry due to my harshness.
But I didn’t mind. I couldn’t care less what my subordinates thought of me because, at the end of the day, they were just that: my subordinates. They would do what I told them to do because they wanted a paycheck in order to pay their rent or put food on the table or pay for the general expenses of life. I, in exchange for this steady paycheck, demanded the most out of them. As soon as any of my employees step foot in this office building, I want them to be maximizing productivity. If they can’t do that, then they would surely hear about it on days like these.
My eyes moved down the list of names until I came across the name of an employee who had not yet received their performance report: Rosalie MacDonald. As soon as I read the name, my heart started to beat a bit faster and I could feel the excitement surging within me. Rosalie was the newest employee here. She had started working here a little bit under a year ago.
By my estimation, she was a naive woman who had spent the majority of her life in the hospitality and comfort of a farm. This
was her first experience working in a cutthroat environment in the city, and I could tell that she was struggling to keep up. Her constant blundering and floundering around like a fish out of water served as a constant source of amusement for me. I loved nothing more than to watch her fumble and bumble around while her colleagues stared at her, their animosity and contempt for her nearly bubbling over. Everybody knew that if one employee was having trouble keeping up with the daily workload, that meant that everybody else’s productivity would be brought down and they would surely hear about that on their performance reports. Interestingly enough, however, instead of trying to help Rosalie out and improve her productivity, the other employees all chose to simply focus on their own tasks.
Apparently they saw her as a detriment to their self-interests.
I logged in to the company’s productivity database and when I saw Rosalie’s numbers, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. I was astounded by what I was seeing. In all of my years of analyzing worker productivity, I had never seen anybody with numbers as low as Rosalie’s. Her numbers were abysmal. They were pitiful. They warranted the termination of her
employment. Before I fired her, though, I at least wanted to give her a good scolding. I sent an email to Rosalie, explaining to her that her performance had been evaluated and that she needed to come to my office in order to hear my final analysis. A devilish smile crept across my face as I sent the email. I thought about all the harsh and severe criticisms I was about to give her. I debated whether or not I should yell at her so loudly that the other employees could hear. I debated whether or not I should speak in a chilled, yet obviously angry tone. I thought about whether or not I wanted to make the young woman cry. Perhaps it would be amusing. A naive, inexperienced woman like Rosalie receiving a verbal lashing too powerful and stinging to ever forget.
Minutes later, there came a soft rapping at my door. “Sir, you asked to see me?” came the muffled voice on the other side of the door. I announced that the door was unlocked and that she had my permission to enter. I watched with anticipation as the brass doorknob jiggled and turned before the old, wooden door was pushed open with a loud creaking noise. I motioned toward a chair and suggested that Rosalie take a seat. Rosalie had auburn-colored hair that was fairly short, stopping at the
base of her neck. Depending on the day, Rosalie either leaned into the natural waviness of her hair or she vigorously straightened them out. Her irises were dark green in color. They were so dark, in fact, that sometimes I had to do a double-take because they looked black. Her eyes usually reflected a vivaciousness and youthfulness that was also present in her personality but this was not the case today. It was clear that she was very nervous to be receiving her first performance report.
The corners of her lips were curled upward in a polite smile as she looked back at me, waiting for me to say something. I decided at that moment, though, that I was not going to say anything. Not for a little while, at least. I was going to sit there at my desk and stare absent-mindedly at my computer screen. I was going to watch with delight as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. I was going to look on with delight as Rosalie squirmed with a discomforting impatience. Part of the reason these performance reports amused so much was because of how many mind games I could play on my employees. I could have them shaking and sweating like a nervous wreck by the time they entered my office if I played my cards right. Other
times, employees might walk in with a cool head and an air of confidence, but when they left, the confidence would be all but vanished entirely, their former suaveness now replaced tears and shallow breaths as waked away, their egos in ruin.
While I sat there in my harsh and devilish silence, I took note of what Rosalie was wearing today. In all honesty, the outfit she had put together today was quite charming, if simple. She was dressed in a turquoise-colored dress that sported a repeating floral print all over it. It was bright, and it was festive, and it reflected the bubbliness and spryness that could so often be found in the young woman’s personality. The dress did well to show off the curves of her delicious-looking tits and her wonderfully curvy ass, although I’m not specific as to whether this was an intentional decision on her part or not. So much time had passed by this point that even I was beginning to grow uncomfortable with the amount of solemn silence and tension that hung between us. I tried not to show it, but this was a nearly impossible task. I shifted around uncomfortably in my chair more than a few times as I scrolled aimlessly on my computer.
“Sir?” Rosalie asked finally, breaking the silence. She cleared her
throat before continuing, “Sir, you asked to see me so we could discuss my performance report,” she reminded me.
I promptly turned away from the computer at that moment and turned my body so that I was facing her. I shuffled a stack of papers that lay in front of me just so that I could like like I was busy. “Yes, I know about your performance report, Rosalie, don’t worry. I was biding my time before I gave you the bad news. This is surely going to sting to say this,” I said, only to not follow up. I sat there and stared at her intently, the silence between us once more renewed. Rosalie looked like a brick had just hit her. Her eyes were wide open, and she didn’t say anything for a fair amount of time. Then, after spending a few moments stumbling and stammering, she managed to spit out a sentence.
“Sorry, what was that?” She asked me, feigning deafness,
“Did you say ‘bad news’?” to which I shook my head gravely. It was my turn, now, to fake, and I feigned sorry.
“I'm afraid so, Rosalie. I've just checked your productivity levels at our company, and I'm afraid to tell you that you have the lowest productivity levels of any employee in the history of
this company. I'm afraid that you have left me no other option other than to fire you. I'm going to have to ask you to pack your things and be out of the office by the end of the workday today. I wish you the best of luck in your job hunting efforts, and I apologize that the workplace I cultivated here was not suitable enough for you. I tried to hold my smile back as Rosalie reacted to each one of my words.
The young woman was utterly flabbergasted, and I couldn't blame her. She thought that she was just going to step into my office for a simple performance review, and now she was being told that she was getting kicked to the curb. It was marvelous to watch. "Is there any way that I can fix this situation or make it up to you, Sir? Please, I can't afford to lose this job. If I lose my job here, then I will not be able to pay my rent at the end of the month, and if I can't do that, then I will have to move back into my parents' house, and the farm and I certainly don't want to do that. Please, Sir, there has to be some way that I can make this up to you. I will work overtime for the next month without overtime pay if that is what it takes, Sir.
Please, I just desperately need this job," She admitted to me,
effectively laying out all her cards. At first, I was going to shake my head and tell her to have her office packed up by the end of the day, but then an idea formed inside of my head.
"I'd just like to know what other activities have preoccupied you so much that you are the least productive employee to ever walk through these doors. After all, if you need this job so much, I'd think that you would only be more determined to work harder and be more productive, not less," I told her, but not before posing the question, "So tell me, Rosalie, what has so enraptured your mind?". Rosalie didn't answer me for about a minute. She could no longer bring herself to look at me in the eyes. She was looking down at the ground as if she was ashamed of her answer. She nervously scratched behind her ear, but I was not going to let up so quickly. I was not going to just let her off the hook like that. I wanted an answer, and I wanted an honest answer. Now it was Rosalie's turn to shift around in her chair uncomfortably. I could tell that she had a reason for her lack of productivity, and I could also mean that perhaps she didn't want to say anything about it for fear of embarrassment.
Perhaps it is cruel, but, as a boss, I greatly enjoy making my employees squirm and writhe around with discomfort. I've felt no greater pleasure in the workplace than when I get to watch an employee shift from leg to leg or glance around the room nervously. I also find that, in situations like these, employees tend to be more honest and forthcoming. If I had to guess as to why this is, I'd say that it is because their nervousness gets the better of them. It betrays them in a sense.
They get so worked up in their minds about how to escape the uncomfortable situation that they can't even find time to come up with a half-decent lie. Finally, after clearing her throat and looking over her shoulder to make sure that my office door was closed, Rosalie responded. "To be honest, sir, the reason for my lack of productivity is you," she told me, refusing to meet my steady gaze. I was not expecting her to say something like that, and, for the first time in a long time, something an employee said had caught me off guard. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts before I pressed further on the matter.
"What do you mean? I'm the reason for your lack of productivity? What have I done to make you perform so
unproductively? After all, I'm your boss, the last thing I want is for my employees to be unproductive," I reminded her pointedly. Before I could even finish my sentence, though, Rosalie was already shaking her head in protest.
"No, no, it isn't that. That isn't what I'm talking about.
