Boss lady-2

‘All because of that filthy bitch!’ I muttered to myself as I made my way down the hall.

The next morning there was a note from Grant in my inbox.

Morning, Tim.

Jenna had the idea of all of us meeting at her apartment after work. She’s ordering some catered hors’ d’ouervres. We’ll get a few bottles of red, and mull things over. Her place at seven.

Regards,

Grant

Sure, why not? As if I were important to this so-called meeting. Hey, Grant. Why don’t I just stay outside and wax all of your cars while you have your talk. Fuck! Well, I couldn’t not go. But the idea of accepting her hospitality really galled me. What could I do, though?

Later, I thought of something. I’d bring the wine. I’d offer to do it. Then, I would bring bottles of the finest premier cru bourdeaux I could get my hands on. I would steal the show!

I left work at five, and went directly to to Marcel’s, a purveyor of fine wines. I came away with six bottles of Chateau Margaux, ’95. They wrapped them in colored tissue paper, and boxed them up very nicely.

When I arrived at Jenna’s place, I placed the box on the coffee table in the great room. Everyone else had already got there. Jenna removed a bottle and examined it appreciatively.

Hey. Good stuff, Tim. The ’93 was a super vintage. Not sure how this one compares, though.Can’t wait to find out! Where’d you get it?”

“At Marcel’s.”

“Oh? He has the ’93. I’ll give him a talking-to next time I’m in there.”

So, I had fucked up again, was that it? And been taken for a sap by a crafty wine merchant to boot. It seemed this woman took real pleasure in defeating me. I felt like a clumsy, punch-d***k fool in the ring with a master boxer. Every time I turned around, I caught a stinging jab right in the face.

The meeting was done within two hours. Who can say if anything got done. Grant pulled a soliloquey out of somewhere, going on about a new, higher level of energy he was hoping we’d all adopt (a la Queen Jenna, no doubt).

I had my share of the wine. It tasted fine to me. But then, I’m just some bumbling oaf. What do I know? Well, by the end of the soiree, I knew that Jenna was spearheading the Demerest file. Our most prestigious. What a joyous occasion. There were even a few seconds of congratulatory applause. I don’t know why I didn’t just say: Excuse me, I’m going into the next room to hang myself.

People started clearing out. I was finishing a brandy that Jenna had been pouring around. I vowed to stay behind and offer some conciliatory words to the cunt. It wouldn’t be easy, but I had to think about keeping some respectable position in the pecking order, even if it involved riding on missy’s coattails.

I started picking up glasses from around the room.

“Thanks, Tim.” Jenna said as she returned from seeing the others off. “Put them by the sink, will you?”

“Okay,” I said. “Thought you might like some help.”

“So it would seem”. she said in a quizzical tone.

“I have to tell you, Jenna, you’re doing really good work. I just didn’t appreciate your efforts till now.”

There. I’d said it. I’d let her wipe her feet on me like a cowed, spineless piece of shit! ‘Why don’t you wipe your ass on my face, while you’re at it!’ I sputtered inwardly.

“Well, if that isn’t a one-eighty! You weren’t feeling like this yesterday. Makes me wonder if your being sincere.” she said, casting a critical eye at me. So she wasn’t going to graciously accept my praise. Maybe I should grovel at her feet.

“I’m just trying to pay you a compliment, Jenna.” I said, sounding innocent.

“It just seemed a bit odd, is all. It’s nice to hear praise, but unexpected when it’s coming from someone who clearly loathes you.”

“Oh, well,maybe I can stick around a bit longer so you can humiliate me some more, you, you…”

“Ah! Here’s the real Tim.” she said, putting down the plates she’d collected and facing me. “Maybe I will let you do just that, little man. You really are cut out for it, aren’t you?” she said, and she laughed.

“I just want to make peace, is all.” I said, hanging my head.

“And what word was on the tip of your tongue just then? Huh?! ‘You, you’, what?! Bitch? Cunt? Speak up, Timmy!”

I looked into her eyes as tears began to form in mine. Fool! Control yourself! But she saw. She saw my weakness.

“I don’t know what else to say, except that you are obviously a coward”. Jenna taunted, standing there, hands on hips. “A sniveling one at that. Jeez. You are one sad sack of shit, you know that?”

“Cunt.” I muttered.

“What’s that, Tim? I didn’t quite get that.”

“You stinking, lousy cunt!” I growled, and felt my face turning red from the slew of emotions that churned in me.

Jenna walked swiftly up to me and slapped me hard across my face. The sound of it astounded me. My face stung and my ear rang from the blow.

“Not allowed, Tim!” she said f***efully. “Think what you want, but you show me respect, you understand?”

I stood there, dirty glasses in my hands and I wept.

“Keep busy, Timmy boy. Get those dishes into the dishwasher, then do the carpet. The vacuum is in the closet by the front door.” With that, she left the room. I carried the glasses into the kitchen, my vision obscure by the tears that now flowed freely. I sobbed openly, feeling as though a floodgate had creaked open in me. I methodically went about my task. Slapped silly by a willful, pushy bitch. Isn’t that lovely.

I slowly got command of my feelings. I was vacuuming the carpet when the machine just stopped. I turned and saw Jenna tossing aside the cord she’d unplugged. She was wearing the top she had on all evening, and panties.

“Come here.” she said as she eased herself onto the sofa. I began winding up the cord, my hands trembling.

“Leave it. Just get over here.” Jenna said, snapping her fingers. “Waiter, how about some service, here? You do look like a waiter, doing all this lovely cleanup, Timmy. You don’t mind if I call you Timmy, do you?”

This was simply unreal. All Jenna’s beautiful female flesh that I had long worshipped in my dreams sat relaxed and naked before me. I knew that she was on a beach volleyball team and, so, was not surprised to see the milky-white of her lower belly give way to the golden hue of her legs and torso. Jenna’s long legs were crossed at the knees, but when I approached, she uncrossed them, and allowed them to fall to the side. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her thighs. They were gorgeous.

“Kneel down. You’re making me crane my neck.” Jenna snipped. I lowered onto my knees, and the warmth and fragrance of her body wafted towards me. I inhaled it eagerly and raised my eyes to meet hers. It was then I realized that I was afraid of Jenna – afraid of how she could easily reveal me for what I am; not the phony persona I present to the world. Truly, if aliens studied our culture, they’d wonder why women like Jenna didn’t have balls, and why weaklings like myself did.

“Look at me.” Jenna said in a surprisingly soft voice.

“I didn’t realize you were such a crybaby, Tim. What seems to be the problem?” she said, resting her hands on the tops of her thighs.

“I don’t know. It just came over me.” I said as I struggled to meet her gaze.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“A little, I suppose.” I said, feeling ashamed of fearing my tormentor. No balls, Timmy. You might as well own up to it.

“Afraid how? What is it about me that makes you afraid?”

“I don’t know.” I said.

She leaned forward. “I want actual answers to my questions, Tim. Is that Understood?”

“I’m sorry.” I said as a surge of desire took hold of me. How long could I remain this close to her gorgeous body without cracking up?

“Tim, is it sexual? Because maybe you’re afraid of how much you want to serve me. I mean, lets face it, that is your style, I’m wagering. Servitude. I’d say you are a timid and submissive man. Agreed?”

I nodded my assent.

“Yes, and that’s just as well, because I don’t think any woman knowing your ugly thoughts regarding womanhood will let you anywhere near her bed.” she said in a cold and level voice. “But you might be handy to have around the house.”

Jenna was savoring her power, her victory over me. And I just stayed there on my knees taking it.

I shifted my weight from one knee to the other. “I’d like to try.” I said in barely a whisper.

“Pardon me? I didn’t hear you, Timmy.”

“I think I could be a good helper.” I said, and looked up to see her smiling.

“Fantastic, Tim! You know, I really enjoy my dominance over you in the office, but this… this will be something special. I imagined it, you know. Having a sexually perverted, spineless, male ass – that would be you – entirely under my thumb in private. “You!” Jenna laughed, and there was an excited glow on her face.