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Free Use 4: Taking My Bitchy Boss
Nikita Storm
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Belletristik / Gegenwartsliteratur (ab 1945)
Beschreibung
Once the the cop lady had been “taken care of,” I turned my attention to more pressing matters:
Namely, my very hot, but bitchy, boss. Taking the cop meant that I was going to be SUPER late. If I didn’t act fast, I was going to be out on my ass.
Fortunately, I still had a bit of time.
Now it was time to turn the tables…
Excerpt:
(Cont from Free Use 3: Taking The Lady Cop)
Once I was finished banging the lady cop and knocking a baby in her fertile womb, it was time to turn my attention to my boss.
My very nice, upstanding boss.
Oh, who am I kidding? Lisa was a harpy. With a capital H. A god-damn fucking bitch that never tired of yelling at me.
I smiled as the cop lady - now carrying my potent seed in her belly - jumped in her car - sans gun that she let me have - and sped away, a large smile plastered across her pretty face.
I had a plan to deal with her.
The free-use pill my friend gave me - the same one I took for the cop lady - was still working. According to my clock, I still had an hour of its effects left.
I sped as fast as I could the rest of the way to work. Before leaving, I'd had Jessica put my plates in the system as a VIP diplomat. She assured me that from now on I would be left alone.
"Speed all you want!" She cheerfully explained. "Until they find out the truth, you're pretty much untouchable."
That's exactly what I was going to do.
With about 45 min left, I arrived at work. Of course, I was going to be in very deep shit as I was well over an hour late.
I confidently strode into work. Right off the bat, the secretary handed me a piece of folded paper. I took it and heard her click her tongue "tut tut."
I ignored her and read the note:
You better fucking have a good excuse, Mark. This is your final warning!!!
More whispers and snickers. I turned around and confronted them.
"You shouldn't snicker behind your boss's back." I said calmly.
"We weren't." One of the ladies said. "We were snickering at you. Fortunately, you're not our boss."
I smiled politely. "Yet," I said and turned and strode into the boss's room.
