Screwing the Boss
Duncan fiddled nervously with his tie as he perched on the edge of the leather sofa. He was in the reception area of a graphic design company, awaiting an interview.
Some minutes later – Duncan had arrived early – he was approached by a slim blonde twenty-something.
“Mr Steel? We’re ready for you now. I’m Fiona Banbury.” Duncan took the extended hand and shook it – remembering a firm handshake is essential. They made their way to the lift, Fiona’s manicured index finger selecting the ‘up’ button on the control panel. The lift hummed into life, and shortly opened its doors to allow them access.
Duncan and Fiona stood politely on opposite sides of the carriage. Fiona began studying whatever information it conveyed on the clipboard she was carrying. Duncan took the opportunity to check her out. She was certainly a looker. Long sleek blonde hair, pulled back into a professional-looking ponytail. Simple stud earrings complemented both the delicate chain at her neck and the matching bracelet encircling her wrist.
Office attire isn’t as uniform as it used to be, Duncan surmised. Fiona’s top was far from the customary white blouse of old, it was a tight fitting number that also showed a hint of cleavage. A short skirt accompanied this, clinging to her shapely bottom and thighs. Duncan felt himself becoming excited. Thank God for the portfolio he held in front of his groin. He remembered – with difficulty – the last time he got laid. Kelly. Now she was one hot woman. Heels like daggers and a stare to match – Kelly was the superbitch in Duncan’s old office. He’d taken a career break to go travelling, and on his return he’d heard from an old colleague that Kelly had been offered a shit hot job elsewhere. So that was the end of that. No chance of picking up where they’d left off. It had only been a casual thing – but Christ, the sex had been good.
This was doing nothing to rid Duncan of his growing erection. As he realised the lift had stopped at their floor and Fiona stood aside courteously to allow him out first, Duncan thought unsexy thoughts. A fat bloke with no shirt on. Ergh. A fat, hairy, sweaty bloke. Ooh, that’s it, thought Duncan. All gone.
Duncan grinned as Fiona opened the door to the interview room. Eager to make a good impression he stopped looking at her arse. His grin abruptly disappeared as a woman approached him, hand outstretched.
“Mr Steel. How are you? I’m Kelly Wiseman, Company Director.”
Duncan studied her face, and decided to play along. Still living up to the bitch reputation, he thought.
“Ms Wiseman,” shaking her hand, “I’m fine, and yourself?”
Kelly’s gaze fell on Fiona.
“Would you get us some refreshments please? What would you like? Tea, coffee, or perhaps a cold one?”
Playacting bitch, she knew damn well what he wanted.
“Water’s fine, please Fiona. Cold as possible.” He shot her a smile as she exited the room, closing the door behind her. Kelly and Duncan looked at each other, opening their mouths, but Duncan was quicker.