Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 22:33:42 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: SORE BOSS, SORE BOTTOM (category: Lesbian/spanking/fetish)

SORE BOSS, SORE BOTTOM
Part One

"LISA, you'd better have that page made up for me by the end of the day or
there'll be trouble my girl. It has to go in tonight otherwise everything
will get out of sequence, and that will be disastrous!"
   Jackie Palmer, the editor of Tops and Bottoms, a glossy lingerie
magazine for the modern woman, glared as she ripped into me like some
bullying headmistress. There was spite in her brown, almost jet-looking
eyes and while I thought she was being unreasonably officious, she was the
boss and I thought it wise to just bite my tongue and sit tight. But it was
difficult not to react to her overbearing attitude. She continued in much
the same vein...
  "And if I catch you filing your nails and staring out of the window
again, you and I are going to have a serious chat about your future, young
lady."
   The door slammed loudly when she went out and the picture of Brad Pitt
(Mr July) on my poster calendar, on the back of the door, rustled and
flapped in Jackie's expensive perfumed slipstream. I felt the hot colour
coming up from my chest and neck and into my cheeks. God, she was getting
unbearable. I felt a mixture of embarrassment and outrage. How dare she
talk to me like that!
   Fair enough, she had caught me daydreaming again when I should have been
hard at work getting my pages ready for the night run. But they were all
virtually made-up. I just had a bit of editing to do, a bit of
fine-tuning. I was a good worker and furious at the way she had spoken to
me. She was treating me like I child lately, not a twenty-year old
woman. It was most unfair. I had never let her down with the quality of my
work or my commitment.
   Okay, so I was still only young and lacked experience, but I knew I was
one of her best designers, perhaps the best and I'm sure she knew it too. I
guess she saw me as a threat because I was much younger than her, prettier,
and more talented. I knew I'd less than an hour's work for my five page
feature to be finished well on time. It was only two-thirty in the
afternoon so what was she panicking about? The print run wasn't until
around ten o'clock that evening and I wasn't the kind to knock off early
anyway if there was work to be done. I'd always stay to get things finished
and had never missed a deadline yet.
   And that was why I was so damned angry at her. Her attitude was totally
uncalled for. But of course I knew why she was really getting her knickers
in a twist.
   Her boyfriend, David Kline, our new sub-editor of two months, fancied me
something rotten and she knew it. I could feel her resentment every time
she walked into the room. Mind you, given half a chance, I'd share my bed
with him, and not to just get further up her nose, either. He was really
dishy. In fact he wouldn't have looked out of place in my calendar of
Hollywood hunks -- Brad Pitt apart, that is.
   Jackie got her claws into him soon as soon as she set eyes on him. She
was like a praying mantis. His interview was no more than a formality. I
reckon she'd given him the job before they'd started. Thereafter she was
always fawning around him, "Ooh, are you okay with that, David?" and, "Oh
that's a brilliant idea, David. We'll use that!" Oh, have a big gold star
and go to the top of the fucking class, David! It made me want to throw up,
it really did.
   They were now going out regularly, but it irked her whenever she caught
him looking at me, or talking to me by the coffee machine in the
corridor. "Ahem," she'd say, "haven't you any work to do, Lisa?" It was
nothing more than a chance to make me look small in front of him, a
put-down. It was never his fault that we were talking. It couldn't possibly
be him who'd stopped to talk to me, oh no!
   As much as the green envy in her eyes, I could see in David's eyes the
longing for something else, perhaps something younger and more exciting. He
would pretend not to notice my boobs which were pretty well-outlined inside
the skimpy, low-cut tee-shirts I wore most of the time to work these days
now it was summer. I'd breathe in to plump them up, make the most of my
assets. I could almost feel his hot breath on them. Wishful thinking? Yeah,
probably... but I know he liked them.
   Once I accidentally-on-purpose dropped my plastic stirrer so that I had
to crouch down and pick it up, just so he could see down my cleavage. By
the time I'd got to my feet again he was blushing like a traffic light. I
must admit though, I love the feeling of power a nice pair of tits can give
you.
   Jackie may have had the upper-hand with the authority, sophistication
and experience, but I was much younger and prettier and she hated it. It
was fine when she first took me on. I guess I wasn't such a threat in the
early days. The interview went well and she loved my portfolio and I felt
we took to each other really well. In fact whenever she looked at me, I
felt she was liking me a bit too much, if you know what I mean. Talk about
undressing somebody with their eyes. My God! I was pretty sure she swung
both ways. Anyway, enough of that.
   It was only when David took Duncan's place as her assistant that things
started to go pear-shaped.
   Her attitude towards me changed completely once she realised he fancied
me. But she somehow got round him, taking him out for lunches, private
business meetings, and stops at the pub on the way home for private
business meetings. Oh yes, I knew what was going on. And I knew she was a
determined, career-minded woman, but I hadn't bargained on her being a
predatory man-hunter who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, and
that included making a fool out of her top designer -- yours truly!
   Somehow that scheming bitch had got him all tucked up nice and cosy in
her bed, and I don't just mean work-wise. I expect she'd already offered
him a few nice incentives... a pay rise maybe, perhaps more company perks
than was normal for employees, like the new company car he'd acquired last
week. And I bet the offer of some easy lady-boss-type-pussy didn't go
amiss, either!
   Well I wasn't having it; she needed me more than I needed her. I could
get a job on any magazine. But I didn't want to leave this one just
yet. There were things to take care of, experience and enjoy - like having
David's lovely cock inside me. That'd make the bitch really jealous. I was
going to teach her a lesson for belittling me in front of her latest flame
-- a lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry, and one it really would be
worthwhile getting the fired over!
   My opportunity came just a week later. David was working late subbing
the ads pages for the next issue. Jackie had been out all day, meeting up
with our publishers about a possible takeover in the offing and wouldn't be
back till the morning, and I had something to finish off. At least I sort
of made sure I had. If I could get to be alone with him after everyone had
gone home, I reckon I could win him over, or at least put my theory to the
test, prove to myself that he really did fancy me.. Anyway, when was the
last time a bloke turned down the offer of a good shag?

(...continued in Part Two...)