Rich bitch fantasy

I have my driver, James, pull the car around to the back of the warehouse and park there. He steps out and walks around to my door, looking sharp, as always, in his crisp, grey
uniform. Standing straight and tall, he opens my door and waits as I step out.
“Wait here, James,” I tell him. “I will only be a short while.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, closes the door and dutifully stands to wait for my return.
I stroll into the large warehouse, my high heels clicking on the floor. The four workers who should be here are absent, but I know where they are; goofing off in the back room, no doubt, smoking their pot and playing cards. I follow the sound of music and laughter to the door of the back room and push it open.

“Oh, shit!” one of them shouts and they all turn and stand. The looks on their faces almost makes me laugh, but instead, I manage a menacing sneer. The four men have a TV playing and a porn flick playing.
“So this is what you do with my husband’s generous wages when you’re not supervised!” I close the door behind me and stand glaring at the four young men. I look them over. Yes, these are the four I was hoping would be on this shift. I unbutton and open my coat, letting them see my string of pearls, diamond earrings and exposed cleavage, smiling inside as I see their eyes all focus on my breasts for a moment. “Perhaps my husband would be interested in what goes on here!”
“Mrs. Vaughn,” one of them stammered, “we are on our lunch break.”