The sound of a notification coming from my computer kicks me out of my daze. This workday has been a total drag, as a network outage has left our phone lines down, and without customers calling us, I don't have anything to do apart from acting busy. And while the tech guys don't want to admit it, it's quite clear they're not getting that fixed today, so I've been spending the last three hours sitting around with my thumb up my ass. Shaking off the cobwebs, I look at my screen and notice that a new e-mail has come in. A shudder runs down my spine as I see that it's from my new boss, Mr. Adams. Adams is such a strange character, I can't seem to pin him down. It's been a few weeks ever since the big man upstairs, the owner of the company, installed him as the new boss of this branch. An assignment that, by the way, was complete and utter nepotism, as Adams is the son of the owner.
Now, if he was just an empty suit that never shows up, set up with a cushy job and a great salary that I'll never even sniff in my life, I wouldn't even bat an eye at the whole thing. But it's the kind of guy Adams is that has me a bit worried. When he first showed up here a few weeks ago, I couldn't even believe my eyes and thought someone was playing a joke on me or something, but no. The guy has his hair dyed a blinding pink and done up in a long ponytail, the kind of hairstyle that would get you fired here before you could even start working for being unprofessional, but because he's the owner's son, he gets to do it. And not just that, he also has made it his habit to just wear women's clothing, including a short skirt, long stockings, and high heels. Again, this attire would be unacceptable for a secretary here, but this guy just has complete free reign and nobody can say a thing because he's the boss. Of course, his personality is befitting of such a flashy appearance. In what little interaction I've had with him so far, he was always flamboyant and personal, stopping just before outright sexual harassment, but his language was quite sexually charged in a way that made it quite clear he is gay. Making things worse is that I genuinely can't say he looks bad doing it—the guy has a look, and he's pulling it off, looking kind of cute doing so.
And so now I'm staring at my e-mail inbox, reading a message from him ordering me to a one-on-one performance review after hours, and I'd be lying if I were to say I'm not worried. Sure, just two days ago he sent out an e-mail to me and all my colleagues here declaring me to be the employee of the month and lauding my work ethic, so I think he's happy with what I've been doing at work. However, the fact that he's specifically set the meeting to be after hours when everybody else will have already left the building, is indeed worrying. It seems almost certain to me that he's going to try and make a move on me, and while the guy is diminutive to the point of almost looking frail, the power dynamic at work very much favors him.
The time ticks by quickly with no real work left to do, and before I know it, it's 6:30 PM, the time for the meeting with my boss. Everybody else has already left the building, just like I suspected, and it's just him and me left inside. Standing in front of the door to Mr. Adams's office, I've got an uneasy feeling in my stomach that something is going to happen in there that I'm not going to like at all, and yet, I have no choice. One, two quick and timid knocks at the door are answered with an almost melodic "come in", and I open the door, stepping inside with every single step being careful and deliberate. There he sits in his luxurious office chair, a bright smile on his face. It's only once I've stepped inside that I notice the soft classical music playing through some speakers as well as the lit candles spread around the room.
"Come on in, not so timid, I don't bite! Take a seat, John... I can call you John, right?" he asks, that wide smile never leaving his face.
Unsure in general, but sure of my station beneath him, I nod and give him a curt answer of "Of course, Mr. Adams.".
The smile on his face is replaced by a look of mock disappointment. "Oh, John, you don't need to be so formal. Just call me Steve, we're all part of one big family here at GeneroCorp! Though we're not related by blood, so we can love each other all we want, too..." he says, sexual tension already building between us just from his tone of voice and phrasing. Then, with one swift movement of his hand under his desk, the lamps in the room begin to dim and the candlelight starts taking over the lighting. It's becoming more and more clear just what is going on here, and it seems like my boss is taking some sort of pleasure in making me squirm here, knowing full well that I can't disagree with anything without putting my job in jeopardy.
With timidity audible in my voice, I just reply "Alright, M... um, Steve.", then look away. Right now, I'm out of my depth in every way—I had no idea he would be this blatant in hitting on me. But at the same time... he's cute. That smile of his seems so sincere, like he's not doing this just because he gets off on the power dynamic of bossing around his subordinates, but is actually into me in a personal way. And there's a part of me that is falling for it. Something about his immaculate feminine appearance is just so alluring that I can't help but start feeling turned on by it.
The corners of his lips begin curling up in a grin at my embarrassment, and he leans forward on his desk, closing the distance between us. "Now, for your performance review... I have to say I'm very, very satisfied with your performance in the company so far. But here at GeneroCorp, we like to make sure that when the boss is satisfied, the worker is satisfied as well! So, how about it, John... would you like to be... satisfied?" he asks, his voice getting even more lascivious. Oh God, this is it, he's going for it. Sure enough, before I can even reply, he gets up out of his office chair, sauntering over to my side of the desk, his hips swaying in a way I never thought a man's hips could sway. "You know, I'm really good at satisfying. Just let me do my work..." he mutters as he gets right up in my personal space, his hand gently brushing up against my cheek. I can feel my cock involuntarily getting harder inside my slacks, even as I try to deny what I'm feeling.
Finally mustering up enough mental strength to regain eye contact, our eyes meet up close for the first time.