I Got Screwed, Straight Up Screwed

Her name is Stephanie. her father is the President of a bank in town. She has long brown hair, brown eyes, about 5' 2" maybe 5' 3". Not that I've seen them yet but I think she will have nice boobs. So, why talk about Stephanie.

She works for me, her office is two down from mine. Based on when she graduated from college I'm guessing she is 25 maybe 26. We have a meeting every two weeks to go over outstanding projects. Social distanced of course, in the department conference room. We are normally working from home.

So we meet on Monday. We are the only two in the office. I sit with my back to the window so she can sit close to the door. I know the rules, door open. We talk about her projects, she is behind on all but one. I have to bring it up. Her answer to this very light reprimand is to stand up, walk around to me, pull her dress above her waist, no panties, nothing but nature on display. "It's yours", she says. She gets between me and the table, bends over and opens her legs.

"Do it !",

"Are you a fucking queer?", "Do it !".

She owns me, I fucked her. I never even got to see her tits.