Bossed Around

Normally, work parties bore me to death. No\’they bore me to the point where I’m practically begging for death. But seeing that unfamiliar, gorgeous woman across the room, with her very flattering jacket and very nice legs, well, she helped assuage the pain quite a bit. Once I noticed her separate from some co-workers for a few moments, I decided to approach her.

“Hi, I’m Joy. I don’t believe I’ve seen you in the building before. I extended my hand.

She smiled, shook my hand, and said, “Joy, hi, Rebecca Simons, and no, you certainly haven’t. I’m just about to join on, fill in for William Peterson, until he either finds the bottom of that bottle or convinces the good ol’ boys that a woman is not the right fit for such a job. God only knows which will come first.

I was shocked at her blunt treatment of what had only been whispered about until now, the “fact that Peterson’s wife had left him for someone higher up the corporate ladder than him, how he’d stopped going to AA and started going to the liquor store down a few blocks from our office during his lunch break. These were all rumors, of course, started, by my guess, by the vultures vying for his job. Vultures, that’s what they were, although none of the vultures had been as hot as Rebecca. I hoped that that hadn’t been why she got the job, but it wouldn’t shock me if that had played into her hiring somewhat.

“So, is there anywhere better than here to get a drink in town? I’ve put in my time at this ˜party’, if that’s what they call it, although it doesn’t walk or talk like one.

I smiled despite myself. Maybe it’d be a smart idea to get on her good side. After all, she’d soon be my boss. “Sure, I know a few good bars. What type of scene are you in the mood for?

“Something dive-y, with a little dyke thrown in. Her mouth curled up slightly on the right side, and I would’ve grinned right then if I had let myself. So here it was\’she did indeed play for my team, and all the men in the room had even less of a chance than I’d previously thought.

“Here, let’s grab our coats and go. I know just the one.

Once we’d gotten our coats, she followed me out into the crisp night air. We started in the direction of the bar I had in mind, Darcy’s Joint. It was only about four blocks from where we were, so we agreed that walking would do the trick.

A slight bit of wind would toss her skirt about every now and then, and I tried to be subtle about checking out her legs. They were nice, that was true, but I was sure they only got nicer the more of them you saw, until they were wrapped around you tight and her lips were upon yours and…I shook my head, tossing the fantasy into the back of my mind where it belonged.

The bar was now in front of us, with a garish neon sign announcing its presence to passersby. “Here, this is it. And please, let me buy you your first drink.

I swung open the door, holding it for her as she walked in in front of me. She glanced around for a moment, taking in the “classy, but yep, still a dive look the place had to it. Darcy had worked so hard to set the mood just right in her bar, but hadn’t quite managed to pull it off. The way I’d taken to summing up her bar pretty much summed Darcy up, too, but I would never have told her that. “Perfect, Rebecca said, “just what I had in mind. And actually, I make more than you, so first one’s on me.

We took two seats at the bar\’it looked to be a slow night, only a small scattering of other women in there. I amused myself by trying to guess which ones were first timers, and which ones were going to wind up bringing the first timers home.

Rebecca waved her hand to get the bartender’s attention. “A whiskey sour, please, Jack Daniels, and for my friend here…

“A glass of the house red, please, Darcy. And how are things with Rosa?

Darcy began mixing Rebecca’s drink as she talked. “Well, turns out Rosa wasn’t as queer as I thought she was. Now she’s probably off in some alley sucking her boyfriend’s cock, just like the last time I saw her.

“Oh, wow.

“Yep, them’s the breaks. Fuckin’ cunt didn’t know what she had.

“I couldn’t agree more, Darcy. Well, there’s plenty of girls out there who’d love to date a smokin’ hot dyke who can mix a mean martini and recite Ginsberg.

“I don’t know about the Ginsberg recitation being part of my appeal, but my martinis are most certainly king.

“Speaking of king…when’s the next drag king show here? That last one was great. I still remember a couple of the performers, especially Zed. Or…Annie, was that her name?

“You brought her home and fucked her and you don’t remember her name, Joy? You slut. Darcy laughed.

“That’ll be five for the whiskey sour and seven for the wine.

Rebecca handed her a twenty. “Here, and keep the change.

“Well, aren’t you a doll? Darcy grinned, then turned and put the cash in the register.

Darcy seemed like she’d been trying to get into my pants since we first met, and admittedly, I didn’t exactly hate the idea, but we’d never moved past flirting shamelessly. Funny how that happened sometimes, neither woman willing to make the first move. Just wasn’t meant to be, I had decided. And it was just as well, because as bad as it would be to actually follow through, I had been picturing kissing Rebecca since we left the party. Shame that we worked together, or I would’ve dragged her off into a dark corner of the bar and attacked her.

“Wow, Darcy, Rebecca said. “This is perhaps the best whiskey sour I’ve ever had.

“Aw, cutie, don’t make me blush.

“You’ve got to take credit where credit is due, now, Darcy, I said

“Well, if you insist. Darcy grinned and winked. “That was for both of you. Now, I’ve got some other customers to tend to at the other end of the bar. Enjoy your drinks, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do while I’m gone. Darcy walked down to the two women sitting at the opposite end of the bar, and I turned to Rebecca.

“Darcy’s pretty great, “Rebecca said, “but she’s not really my type…nothing against butch, but femme is far more my style. You know, I love the long flowing hair, the glossy lips, the lacy underthings.

“Oh. Really. I didn’t think anyone was thickheaded enough to not realize that was a come-on. Or at least I hoped to God it was. I had all three bases covered, including the “lacy underthings\’black lacy underthings, to be precise. I felt my cunt begin to get wet. If I didn’t wind up going home with her, or at least kissing her, this was going to be a long and rather painful\’not to mention, disappointing\’night.

“Hey, can you show me where the bathroom is, Joy? I need to powder my, um, face. And at that, Rebecca grinned and bit her lip. Oh, fuck.

“It’s in the back. Here, follow me. We got off our stools, and I walked her around a wall to our left and into the bathroom. As soon as the door swung shut behind us, Rebecca grabbed my hand and dragged me into one of the stalls. She shut the door and locked it, then shoved me to the wall, and began kissing me, almost more like attacking me. Her tongue pretty much fucked my mouth, and I practically melted into a puddle on the floor. She snaked her hand up my shirt, her other gripping my side, and she shoved my bra up above my breasts, rubbing a nipple between the “v of her fingers. I pulled away from her mouth just long enough to say, “I can take a hell of a lot of pain, and for her to say, “Is that so?

She began squeezing more roughly then, holding the flesh like a vice, while she grazed my neck, first licking, then nibbling, and then biting, her teeth starting to sink  into the flesh of my shoulder. I let out a gasp and as quiet a moan as I could manage as her teeth sunk in further, her fingers finding my nipples, and then pinching them, hard. I was in heaven right then, and then I went higher, as her right hand found its way to my sopping wet cunt, two of her fingers slipping inside. She began to fuck me with them, as her left thumb found my clit, lazily circling it. Then a third finger slipped inside me, and then a fourth, and she began to thrust them harder, faster, as her thumb rubbed harder and faster, and then…she stopped.

“I think you need to get me off first, and then, maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you come. She placed her hand on my head, slowly pushing me to my knees. I was more than happy to oblige. She leaned against the wall, and I lifted her skirt, then pushed her panties to the side. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was sopping wet\’if anything, she was wetter than I was.

I moved my head to her cunt, inhaling her scent, nuzzling up against her inner thighs. She lifted her leg and draped it over my shoulder. “You fucking know what to do, so do it.

I sucked one of her labia into my mouth, sliding my tongue across it, savoring the sensation of that most delicate, most delicious flesh that was held tight in my mouth. Then I dove into her wet, warm slit\’spreading her cunt’s lips with my hands, I shoved my tongue into her, and I heard a wonderful, luscious moan above me. “You’re a fucking pro, you little bitch, Rebecca growled, “Now get me off, I know a slut like you knows what to do.

I did indeed know what to do. I slit my tongue up her cunt, finding a large clit just begging to be licked. I started off slow, flicking my tongue back and forth against it, then sped up, my tongue thrashing on it, and then Rebecca came, and they must have heard her out in the bar, because the woman fucking screamed as her cunt shuddered against my mouth.

I got up off my knees, quite happy with the results of my work.

“Bet you haven’t gotten a complaint yet, Rebecca said, then shoved me back against the wall and slid my panties aside. She fucked my clit with her fingers, that was the only word for it, and she must’ve had a bedpost with no space left for notches, because when I came it was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. My whole body shuddered, my pussy convulsing intensely for what seemed like hours, and then it was over, and I collapsed to the ground.

Rebecca stroked my head, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. She rose, unlocking the bathroom door and began to swing it open. Then she paused, and turned back towards me, and I almost felt a little embarrassed at how disheveled I must have looked. “Since you’ve done such good work, I’ll see about getting you a raise. And tomorrow, we’re going to need to have a meeting in my office to talk about your new job requirements.” She winked at me, then left the stall, and moments later I heard the bathroom door swing shut. The next thought I had surprised me\’I might actually be looking forward my next day at work.

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Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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