Our Boss, The Man Of The Hour, And We How We Showed Our Appreciation

In 2013 I worked in an accounting department of all women, I was a junior accountant. Our big boss was a man who really looked after us, ran interference with the all male departments, took on a VP who called out one of our girls snd berated her to tears. We loved him, he had our back. To be fair he was old school, he hugged us, kissed us, and from time to time you got a pat on the behind.

He turned fifty and we wanted something special. All eleven girls agreed to give him a very personal g*ft. We hired a woman photographer to take some risqué pictures, including full nudity, sofa pictures and naked in the blooming bluebonnets. An overall picture of the eleven of us in a full frontal nudity. We all loved the album, and signed our happy birthdays on our individual nude portraits. Some girls lipsticked up and left a pair of red lips for him.

He was taken aback, but went through the album, page by page getting to know his girls a little more personally. The album was on his desk, for his personal pleasure, his 55 year old secretary hated it.

The company was sold three years later and he took me with him. To be his, and only his, to keep his bed warm, to show him my appreciation, to meander around his place as God intended. I didn't go to work again for five years, and then against his wishes.

On the tenth year of the album, when he turned sixty I invited the girls to his (our) place for a reunion. The album on the coffee table, time to check up on being ten years older. I won't say who suggested a selfie, bare boobs, for his pleasure.