Every January since I started
fucking my boss you could set a stopwatch running at nine o’clock on the first
day back to see when he is going to call me into his office for a “special”
one-to-one meeting.
Monday passed without anything
happening, but there was a big of a crisis going on in the upper levels of
management so there wasn’t really any surprise there. By the end of play on Tuesday
Lora cynically declared that she had lost her bet with Charlie the beautiful
redhead but said she was sure that I’d have fucked “the little shit” by the end
of Wednesday.
She was only half right.
At a quarter to five this
afternoon Paul called me into his office and when I got there he was closing
the blinds and taking out his dick. “I
want you to wish me a Happy New Year”, he said.
It was only after I’d walked
back through the crowded office back to my desk that Lora pointed out that I
still had a big globule of semen on my chin.
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