In The End It's About Keeping The Boss Happy

The moment was very stressful. I was on the phone, on the other end was our best customer, threatening to cut us off if we didn't take care of an out of warranty problem. I was a lowly customer rep and my big boss was standing behind me, holding my hair, his hands on my shoulders, running his hands down over my tits, kissing my neck, reaching down between my legs. Right then we were in a motel and all he wanted was to get back on and keep going.

I tried shacking him off, I didn't like the guy on the other end of the phone, and frankly he didn't have a claim, if he wanted us to fix it he would get a bill. The warranty had expired. But, and here is the problem for all lowly personnel, my boss was listening to every word I was saying, whispering in my ear, twisting my nipple between his fingers. What was I supposed to pay attention to, it felt like I was getting screwed either way.

I handed the phone to my boss and he pushed it back, 'no you handle it'. OK, I did. I told the customer to f off, no I told the customer that if he needed a service technician we would send one out, on the clock, and he would get the bill for parts and labor. I hung up. I turned to my boss, shacking him off of me first 'what's you problem?'

He tried feeding me this bull about multitasking. I told him I wasn't in the mood, like the customer he was now on the clock, I was charging him for time and labor. No freebies here, mister. He drove us back to the office, rather pissed that he was going back and he had been blue balled. I told him, in an officy way, the blame here is with the customer. And if he had it so bad, he could go into the men's room and work off his problem.

But girls don't get off so easy, he needed relief, and the call had only made him more horny. And as the lowly assistant I did what lowly assistants do with their horny boss, I blew him in the parking garage.