Boss lady-2

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.