Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”
“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.