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I’m the Boss

“Yes, I know Mr. Anand “— said a very angry Miss Johnson—“I hired you 10 days ago for us to become a team, for us to work hand in hand as different parts of the same machine and not as till now as different machines, but that means not here is no hierarchy”—she continued breathing heavily—“and I want you to know that here I’m the Boss and you only are, you only were”—she corrected—“an employee”.

Mr. Anand, a small Indian doctorated in psychology and parapsychology, hadn’t stopped smiling all the time during her reprimand, not even when he heard he was fired. Looking at her he saw a young, pretty and slim woman, probably natural blond with good breasts, he liked what he saw. Then slowly and calmly he started speaking with a surprisingly deep voice. “My dear Miss Johnson” he said " I suppose you’ve gotten me wrong when this morning I gave you a gentle pat on your behind ...” He continued speaking but something was strange, it was as if Patricia was hearing his voice deep in her brain, her anger gone and so were her own thoughts, when she just sat there and tried to listen to his words. “... you have to know the first barrier we’ve to demolish " he was saying " is the touchability-tabu , you cannot expect us to work hand in hand as you said without touching us” Then he stopped a moment to let his words sink in. “Have you ever seen a real team on TV”—he asked her, and without awaiting an answer he went on " how they hug and pat each other, how close they seem? You want us to become a team ?"—he asked rhetorically —” but you want to keep the distance, the individuality, the competitiveness. “No sorry, you don’t have to fire me”—he said standing up—“I quit myself cause I feel I haven’t got enough confidence to be able to do a good job.”

“No, no , sorry, Mr. Anand”—answered Miss Johnson—“I just got upset of having my backside touched like this in my own office, I didn’t really mean it when I said all I said”—she went on in a very soft voice—“and I would ask you to accept my apologies”.

She couldn’t believe it. She was apologizing to him for not allowing him to touch her butt, but she was doing it and she heard herself saying “.. from now on I’ll try to cooperate more with your guidance cause the enemies are out there and we have to learn to stay together if we want to survive in this business”

The business Patricia Johnson meant was her invest company. With not more than 30 people they were moving more money than ten times bigger companies. At her 29 years and as a studied lawyer she knew perfectly that in this business “information " is the keyword and that they have to share and cross their information to get more profit out of them. The problem was that nobody wanted to share nothing in order to proof their own value. In short there worked 30 people but there was no team.

Lost in her own thoughts she only picked the last words “... so I propose you to pass an internal letter to all the employees asking them to not keep in distance between each other and explicitly with you. Ah, by the way, don’t dress as if you were afraid of being a woman” he finished still smiling.

When he left her office Patricia felt unease, what’s wrong with her? Why now she felt overdressed in her dark blue business suit with fine stripes? Did she overreact when he patted her ass or was it sexual harassment? Her head still heard his voice “...afraid of being a woman”. Confused she went home.

The next day was uneventful till 5 in the afternoon when Mr. Anand came into her office and very politely asked her to stand up, than complimented her shorter skirt and sitting down said: " I see you are really trying to follow my indications and so are our co-workers. Today, no please don’t sit down—he interrupted himself—“I saw some of them telling jokes and feeling well getting together” Patricia was feeling really stupid standing there behind her desk, not knowing what to do with her hands and without enough courage to sit down. “why -she thought—“am I standing here and why did I put on this short skirt I hadn’t worn for years”.

“Here”—continued Mr. Anand—“I ve made a short list of things to improve in order to become a team. You’ll see that there are two parts, the first is general and for everybody, but the second one is specifically designed for each member of this company and that one is yours.”

The List

To all our co-workers

As you know we are trying to become a team and I would ask you to follow these rules. I know some of them may seem stupid to you, but nevertheless please follow them:

1. Never drink your coffee alone, ask always an co-worker to come with you.
2. When coming or leaving greet each other by your given names.
3. Don’t avoid personal contact such as hugs, pats on the shoulder, hand on hand or arm, etc.
4. Make up meetings out of the office, know you better, meet your families, etc
5. When not meeting customers dress more invitingly.

To Patricia Johnson

1. Greet all your employees by their surnames but ask them to call you Patty
2. Thank them each morning for working for you
3. Offer yourself to be helpful in any way they may need
4. Ask them to not avoid physical contact with you, cause you are the teamleader and you want to stay in close contact with each of the team-member.
5. Tell them that in order to democratize the office each Monday we’ll have a meeting and that you will accept the resolutions voted by the majority (Except the arguments concerning salary)

The truth was that all the employees got the same list and now knew perfectly what to expect from her former so distant boss. They were getting together very well and each one of the staffs male members and some of the female asked Mr. Anand how to understand the “physical contact”. Mr. Anand explained them eagerly what to do: “Add your hands to your mouth” he explained “that means if you are telling her how beautiful is her new hairstyle meanwhile take her hair in your hands, if you compliment her blouse, touch it, etc” He avoided more specific examples but knew that some of them would try to get a handful of her wonderful bum or even more.

Patricia was sitting in her chair, behind her desk. It was seven in the afternoon and she was alone in the office. On one side, she thought, I can see how business is improving, the number of contracts and the amount of them are raising, on the other side I don’t know if Mr. Anand is the responsible for it. Well , she decided, lets follow his rules for a fortnight I will survive greeting my workers and if it is good for business...

Next Monday everybody was greeted, thanked for working there, offered help and asked not to keep on distance by a very embarrassed Patricia. When she was telling the last of them all she should tell him, standing in front of his table with the hands on it to avoid speaking too loud , from behind approached her account manager and giving her a gentle slap on the ass he commented: “Patty with a body like yours more than a teamleader you should become our cheerleader” “A team needs a cheerleader” he joked. Patricia stiffened and paralyzed than trying not to look to alarmed she went, no, flew, into her office.

What has happened? How is it possible that her till now so correct account manager slapped her ass so openly? And why the hell is she so horny and why was she coming along with all this.. Patricia Johnson with her 29 years was no novice to sex. It’s true that due to her frenetically work she has neglected her private life and that she’s not been with no man for more than 6 months now, but getting aroused cause somebody slapped her ass was new to her. Normally she would get angry and two weeks ago she would have fired Peter. But today she behaved more like an office-bunny than like the boss she is. She knew she was not the only woman in the office and decided to watch closely if they were suffering under sexual harassment. With her they were six women. Rebecca, 20 years, blonde at the reception. Megan, 33 years, Latin beauty, long black hair ,was the west coast Manager. Paola, 26, brunette, secretary. Frida, (read Free-da) 29, German, her most close collaborator, lawyer like herself. They studied together.. Dominica, 44 years, fat, Venezuelan, export manager for South America, getting the best accounts, always. What Miss Patricia Johnson couldn’t know is that Mr. Anand has started working with all of them but has still not done, or better said, made them do, nothing too unusual, only the dress suggestions got deeper. The skirts were shorter, the heels higher and every compliment, welcome.

The first meeting

At ten in the morning everybody headed to the meeting room for the first democratic meeting to be held. When Miss Johnson entered the room she found everybody standing up and waiting for her to sit down. The first ideas rose slowly and the votes were quick made and things seemed to be OK when Mr. Anand spoke:” Patty, first of all allow me to compliment you . It is not easy submit to changes, once in your position but you are doing really fine” He smiled at her and she smiled back. “This morning” he went on “I saw Peter appraising positively your body and I think all of us agree, don’t we” he asked his co-workers " Patricia looked at him in disbelieve and as red as a tomato. How could he raise such a subject now? But Mr. Anand continued saying “Peter even made a very interesting suggestion. Peter, please, could you tell us again your idea?”

The account manager smiled and said: “Of course, I told Patty to become our cheerleader cause she’s got the stuff for it.” He said loud and clear and added " I suppose all of us would work harder and longer motivated in such a manner” A general murmur of acceptance was heard in the room, only miss Johnson was openly disagreeing, shocking her head from side to side. Than she rose and spoke:” Ahh....I... cheerleader....I " but she wasn’t able to disagree in public even her soul was sceaming for it. She sat down and looked at Mr. Anand who spoke for her. “Miss Johnson is moved by your kindness and I’m sure she accepts her new role as a cheerleader without neglecting, of course, her role as teamleader.” So please can we have a brainstorming What do we expect from our new pet...ty .. our new cheerleader. After half an hour of hearing the most unimaginable things and close to tears Patricia saw the final project written on the blackboard. She couldn’t believe why she didn’t object, why she had not dismissed all these people, why she was so quiet as if accepting the final resolution without nothing to say. She is the boss she screamed in her head, but only there. Written on the blackboard and awaiting to be put to the vote were the following ideas:

1. Patty should dress like a cheerleader
2. She should greet at the door all her co-workers in the morning.
3. She was expected to smile always
4. If she gets hugged, patted or kissed she should thank for it.
5. She should come twice out of her office to parade in front of her employees and ask them if she can help them in any matter.

The voting was soon made 26 voted yes 1 abstention and 1 vote against, Patricia’s; but democracy is democracy and the new regulations were approved.

Patricia wasn’t able to move after the meeting. What had happened? How could it come so far? She decided to stop this madness right now and leaving the meeting room towards her office she asked Mr. Anand to come. When he came into her office she was sitting at her desk but before she was able to say a single word, still standing at the door he told her to come to the door and greet him properly. She was about to reject but, not even knowing why, she went to the door. Mr. Anand was smiling when she greeted him and told him she was happy to have him working there, then with his right hand he took her ass and with his left hand her neck and kissed her on her mouth, squeezing her ass. He interrupted the kiss to tell her she was expected to kiss back and than went on fondling her ass while kissing her like a lover.

“Patty” he said to a totally astonished Patricia " I’m proud of you. The office is working hard and I suppose you know we’ve got more business this week than the month before” He sat down in front of her desk but still fondling her ass which made her stand at his side. She didn’t know how to react. He has taken such liberties with her body without denoting nothing strange that she was, once more, confused. “Patricia why don’t you go and by your new outfit? " I’m sure it will make us work even harder”. Patricia, still standing beneath his chair and with his hand fondling her buttocks just felt stupid. But OK it would be a relief to leave the office. So she agreed and went shopping.

The week was a hell for her. On Tuesday she greeted all her staff standing at the door in her new cheerleader outfit. All the men patted her ass or grabbed her tits complimenting her, some of them kissed her and Peter even dared to pass a finger in front over her panties, through her slit. It was wet. Then she did her normal work without forgetting to parade twice in her office. She was asked to serve coffee standing next to them in order to allow them to feel her up.

On Wednesday even the female members of the staff started touching her which was more humiliating to her than anything else and their touch was intended not for them to feel her up but for her to feel . The humiliation was that she did feel. Dominica even kissed her on the mouth while fondling with one hand her ass and with the other her tits.

On Thursday half of the members of her staff touched her pussy through her panties not only at the door but when ever she was available. Twice she got a reprimand for not thanking or not smiling while being touched and was asked to train even outside the office in order to improve her lousy manners. Both times she was ashamed of the bizarre situation but both times she got wet between her shapely legs.

The shame she felt was even bigger than the anger, and the most horrible was that she was getting aroused by all these public petting and wasn’t able to hide it away. She wondered, not that she was looking forward to it, but she wondered if they would try to have sexual intercourse with her. This thought made her even more horny cause she didn’t know if she would be able to stop them.

Friday she got a surprise when Frida came with her husband. Patricia knew Klaus very well. Before dating Frida he tried to make out with her, but she always rejected. She kissed Patricia hard on her lips moving her hands all over her body and than said to him:” Klaus erinnerst du dich an Patricia, meine damalige Freundin und heutige Chefin. Wir erziehen Sie zur Zeit zur Sexpuppe” Patricia didn’t understand a single word but looking at Klaus she could guess what he had been told. Then she encouraged Klaus to greet Patty, what he did with enthusiasm. He French kissed Patricia holding her with his left arm meanwhile his right hand fondled first her pussy over her slip but than slipped his hand into it and massaged her sex directly.

Patricia felt like a doll in his hands she was too horny and too ashamed to move and she knew that all her staff had seen this blatantly exposure of her new status.

The second meeting

As unbelievable as it seems the first twenty minutes of the meeting were about business. You see people care about their monthly income, and Patricia even forgot she was dressed as a cheerleader with brilliant red knee-high boots and gloves and that she had undergone a heavy petting in the morning which brought her close to orgasm. But finally the main subject was discussed. Mr. Anand asked her to stand up for all to look at her and get inspired and again he asked for a brainstorming. He asked his co-workers to think who to keep their motivation high, what they need to come eagerly to the office, cause he added there is nothing Patricia would not do for her business. Patricia thought otherwise but was incapable of expressing it.

During the brainstorming Patricia was asked to take off her panties and then lift her dress standing against the wall in front of the meeting table for all of them to see her, once again wet, pussy. She felt she had been stripped of her dignity too, and that was even worse than showing her cunt to her whole office. The picture was unbeatable. The boss a, now for sure, true blond, pretty and absolutely embarrassed woman dressed like a wet dream standing there with her feet slightly apart and lifting her hem for all to see her well trimmed cunt. Peter stood up and went over to Patricia were he started fondling her most private parts in front of everybody. Than he said: “I think from now on our Patty should stay in the office without undergarment cause it motivates me a lot to stick a finger or two into my boss’s cunt whilst working” He illustrated his words by slowly finger fucking her.. The motivation ideas surpassed the most optimistic estimations of possible number of ideas to get out of a brainstorming, but finally the new ideas were written on the blackboard.

1. Patty will not be allowed to wear undergarments, not even outside the office.
2. When talking to an employee she has to stand with her feet apart, hands behind her back and the mouth slightly open.
3. Her first assignment now is to keep her staff motivated other duties will be done by Peter
4. In order to keep the people amused and motivated she can be tied up, lashed, collared, gagged, ringed, pierced and, of course, fucked by anyone at any time and wherever they want.

Patricia still showing her cunt was frenetically searching a way out of this, but in her actual state of mind she found none. They approved the vote without asking her and went out of the room touching Patricia’s exposed sex by the way. Than Peter told her to come with him to her desk, to go under it and to blow him. She was about to fight back but a hard slap on her naked ass was enough to cut all her protests. So she went, under her own desk and started giving a blowjob to one of her employees. He had got a short but fat dick, and she had not only mentally problems to get it into her mouth. Then she worked on it meanwhile he was doing paperwork or even phoning customers without paying too much attention to her, just petting her hair in order to guide her. When Peter asked Rebecca to come into HIS office she stopped sucking and wanted to hide but Peter slapped her face and pulled her by the hair again over his cock. Rebecca entered the room and you could see her clothing had changed a lot. She wore a tight black miniskirt, high heels, and a see-through blouse with a minimalist bra under it. Peter told her to approach the table on his side to show her something and when she did she could see a crying, horny Patricia on her spread knees sucking a fat dick. Peter’s right foot was bare and he was teasing her cunt with it. As Rebecca looked at the highly erotic picture of her Boss Peter fondled her ass with his left hand and told her to buy a dog collar and a lash for the office pet. “No, better you buy 3 or 4 cause I’m sure we’ll need them soon for you and some of your colleagues. Don’t you think so? " He asked Rebecca letting one of his fingers slip under her panties and into her cunt. Rebecca didn’t move, just blushed and nodded.