There was a girl once, her name was Gael, and she was one of my many lovers. Ours was an affair of intense passion, and intense sex, and how this all came about is what I am about to narrate. And Gael is still out there, somewhere, and her life was forever changed by her encounter with Racer X. I know that for a fact because she told me that. It is, after all, what I do.
I wonder if she remembers how it all started between us? Of course she does. Does she remember those days when she would come to work, and I was her boss. Yes, how could she ever forget. She had just been hired, and I was the one who hired her. I built and owned a rather large, lucrative business, and during the job interview I was impressed by her intelligence, and I let her know that, but what I did not let her know is that I was also impressed, if that is the proper word, by how hot she was. Yes, she was wearing a tight, form fitting dress that day, powder blue, and when I saw her in that, I knew that she would most likely be the one I hired.
I wanted her to work beneath me. It may be an unfortunate fact of life for some, but it is nevertheless a fact, that a hot girl will get the job, all things being equal, over someone who is not. At least when a man such as myself is concerned. I love beautiful women, and Gael was quite beautiful.
When she arrived at work, and for those first few weeks, she dressed in a way that certainly stimulated my interest in her. She always wore heels, or sometimes hot boots, and these complimented well her short skirts and tight dresses, and when she walked down the hall, and I heard that sharp clicking sound of her shoes on the floor, it was impossible for me not to look up to catch a glimpse of her. I could tell from the very beginning that she was a sexual woman. She oozed sexuality, but in a way that was also sophisticated and cultured. She was a woman with experience, worldly and well educated, and she carried herself with class and refinement. But beneath all that there was still a woman with all the primal desires that all woman have.
Yes, she noticed how I looked at her. And she wore the right clothes to get me to look at her. Oh yes, I remember her in those tight dresses, how well they showed her form, all her lovely curves and those lovely breasts of hers. I could tell she knew how I was looking at her, especially that one day when she caught me, and her eyes sparkled. When a woman’s eyes sparkle that is always a small sign of excitement from her. It is involuntary. But it does happen. And what was most intriguing is that she had a ring on. Yes, Gael was married.
And she was always ambitious. She wanted more in her job. In her job interview I had learned that she had gone to a private women’s college, one of those colleges that taught a young woman to be good feminist, and taught her to fear and loath, men, and think they were a problem, except that Gael did not fear men, Gael wanted men, and Gael wanted a man who was a powerful, dominate man, a man who could make her feel like a true woman, in all respects, but most of all sexually. Still, despite her latent desires, she was quite good a raising her bitch shield at a moment’s notice. She could be quite defiant when she wanted to be.
I knew after a short time that I had to have her, and so I arranged a situation that would allow us to spend time together. And what better way than by giving her a special project to work on, and one that required her to report to me directly. She was quite eager when given this, as she always wanted to impress those with greater power than her.
One day I handed her a folder. “Here Gael, this is something I want you to look over. There is a project we are starting here, and I want you to be part of it. You answer directly to me.”
She glanced at the folder and said in a confident way, “Oh yes, this looks interesting. I will get right on it.”
“Good, come see me on Tuesday. We will talk more about this.”
On the appointed day we met privately in my office. And this is what I wanted, for her to begin to feel comfortable meeting me privately in my office. When she arrived we began discussing the project. She was wearing one her tight little dresses, a red one, and I noticed the color, since red is one of those colors that tends to catch a man’s attention. Her eyeliner highlighted her bright eyes and her lipstick enhanced her full lips. I loved the sight. I noted that this was probably her intent. She liked my attention.
I sat down at my desk and began looking over some papers.
“So I think we should go ahead with the project as laid out, with all people given their respective parts.”
“Well, I really don’t think that is efficient. I think we should do it this way,” she said with the type of false confidence that only comes from a woman who has spent too much in academia and thinks she knows more than she actually does. I was not too pleased. She went on. “It is really a waste of resources to use all these different people.”
A waste of resources?” I looked at her rather sternly. “I know all about what is and what is a waste. I know all the employees here. No, you will do as I tell you. Understand?”
“But I read in the latest quarterly that…”
“I do not care what the latest quarterly said. What I go on is my experience, which in this field is vast, and my experience tells me that this needs to be done in a certain way. What I want you to do is find a way to make that as successful as possible, and not change the entire approach.”
She sat silently with her arms crossed, and was giving off that distinct vibe of a girl who has always gotten what she wanted, and was for the first time being told no.
“When I tell you to do something in a certain way, that is the way I want you to do it. Understood?”
“Yes,” she said in a huffy, bitchy way.
“Good. Now you can go.” And as she did I watched her walked out, and I delighted in the sexiness of her walk. Her ass was perfect.
I knew from that moment that she would be an interesting pursuit. She had a feistiness, and a lot of defiance, and definitely an air of pure bitchiness, and I knew that she would be a bit of a challenge for me, but beneath that bitchiness of hers was a woman waiting to be unleashed, and waiting to be controlled. The fact that she was married only made the idea of conquering her that much more compelling.
A few days later she reported to me so as to update me on the progress of her project. I was sitting at my desk, and she came into my office, wearing a grey dress, tight fitting, a bit below the knee, but tight in the chest area. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, and I enjoyed this sight, as it allowed me to see the delicate contours of her shoulders. When she sat down I noticed her legs, and her thighs, and the dark stockings that covered her whole legs. I held a pen and tapped the side of my temple with it.
“So, how is the project coming along. I hope it is going well.”
“It is going along pretty well. I am about three quarters of the way there.”
“Only three quarters through?” I gave her a stern look. “You have had a whole week to work on this.”
“Well, it is complicated, and it consists of many parts, such as…”
“I know it is complicated. I know it has many parts. That is why I gave it to you, because I have confidence that you can do this. But it should not take this long.”
She looked down. “Well, I appreciate your confidence, but there is only so much I can do at one time.”
“I hired you to do more than one thing at a time. Do you remember your job interview. Do you remember the questions I asked you?”
“Yes, I do.” She looked at me, voice was a bit defiant. “But, I think…”
“I really don’t care what you think right now. What I want are the results of that project. And I need them as soon as possible. Now, if you can’t do that, perhaps this is not the right position for you.”
Gael’s voice became even more defiant. “No, no, I can do this. This is the right position for me.”
“Are you sure? I need to be sure that you are sure. Remember, Gael, there is a recession going on right now, and people are losing their jobs left and right, so you are easily replaceable. So if you don’t do your job correctly, you will be replaced. And you will not get a good reference from me when you look for another one.”
She sat silently, then said in a soft voice, “Yes, I know….I really do…”
I leaned forward and looked directly at her. I lowered my deep voice. “Now Gael, I know you are relatively new here, and so perhaps you are still learning about how things work. I hired you because I saw lots of potential in you. And I still see that. But your potential can only be brought out in certain ways. The one thing I am good at here, and the reason why this company is so successful, is that I am very good about bringing out the best in people, and helping them tap into their untouched potential. I have confidence in you Gael. If I seem harsh and stern at times, it is because I don’t want to waste all that talent that lies within you.”
“I can do this.” She said with confidence, looking at me. She fiddled with her wedding ring. “I can.”
I put my pen down and leaned forward on the desk. “This is a big company Gael, and we do a lot of business and make a lot of money. I need to know that everyone who works for me is at the least competent, but more than that, I want all my employees to be the best they can be, in all respects. That is how we have become so successful. And I run this place. I am the boss. And I run this place like a tight ship, and you answer to me, and only to me, Understand?”
She crossed her arms in front her chest, with her right hand touching her left upper arm. She had the look on her face of girl who has just been told she needs to be home by her ten p.m. curfew: irritated, pouty, but resigned to reality of her unwelcome fate. “Yes, I know. I understand. I will do better.”
I stood up from behind my desk and walked over to her. And as I did I noticed something quite interesting: her eyes glanced quickly at my pants, where the belt is, then back up to mine, and then back down to where they lingered ever so slightly below the belt buckle. When I saw her eyes, and her curiosity, and when I knew at this moment she was most likely herself a bit aroused, I started to become aroused, and I felt my penis start to swell. And I knew she could see this as I could the feel the full length of my thick cock against the fabric of my pants. I was not completely hard, just swollen enough so that she could make out the impression. I stood directly in front her. “Good. That is what I want to hear. Now, get back to work. And I expect those results in two days.”
“Two days?” She seemed a bit surprised as her eyes looked back up at me, and a little irritated at such a demand.
“Yes Gael. Two days. Now stop questioning my decisions and get back to work.”
“Yes sir,” she said, and she stood up, and saluted in a humorous, but sarcastic way, and walked out, briskly, in a way that only a woman who is a bit pissed off can do, as if she has just been jilted by her lover. As she did I followed her with my eyes, enjoying the sight of her lovely ass in that tight dress, and before she left the room she turned around and glanced at me, briefly, and with no expression, but as she did she knew that I was looking at her, and the way I was looking at her had nothing to do with the project she were working on.
I sat down on my desk. “Gael.” She looked back at me from the hallway. I was holding a ruler in my hand, tapping it against my palm. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Her eyes stared at the ruler. A smile came across her face. “No sir, I won’t. I promise.”
“Good, because there will be consequences if you do.”
She turned to leave again.
“And one more thing Gael.”
She turned around again and sighed, letting me see her annoyance. “Yes?”
“That attitude of yours has been noted. If it continues, I will have to do something about it.”
She stood there for a moment, and just stared, a blank stare that belied a little confusion and a little anger, and but also a little something else, and that something else was intrigue and excitement. She said nothing and walked away.
I was now completely hard as I sat at my desk. I spent the rest of the day planning on how I was going to make this mouthy employee of mine, Gael, a girl prone to bitchiness and attitude and defiance, completely submit to my sexual will. And submit she would. I was determined.