Janis woke up and opened her eyes, squinting at the sunlight pouring into her apartment. She felt on edge, and frustrated as she had been dreaming about having some faceless mans cock buried deep within her, making her moan in ecstasy and dig her nails into his back. She shivered just at the thought of it.
"God it's been forever," she mumbled as she got out of bed and glanced at the clock.
"Shit!" she yelled, realizing she was going to be late for work.
Half an hour later, Janis walked into her office, swaying her curvy bum slightly for the reception boy as he looked up. As he did every time she walked in. His eyes took her in bottom to top, her black stockings wrapped around her long slender legs, curvy hips, small waist and perky breasts making him shift in his seat.
He smiled shyly as she glanced at him, with her strikingly red hair framing her smiling face. He met her eyes briefly, taking in her exotic complexion and inviting lips before putting his head down and pretending to look busy again.
'Poor boy needs to get laid' she thought, walking into the main office. 'Then again, so do I..'
Janis sat down at her desk, hoping that nobody had noticed her late arrival. Five minutes pass and nobody has approached her, she starts to let out a sigh when a door opens on the other side of the room. Her heart sinks as this is no ordinary door. This door belongs to her boss.
Ronald steps out of his office and looks sternly in Janis's direction. She feels her breath catch when he starts to stride towards her desk. With his jaw set firm, and expression like a man going to war, she can't help but think how handsome he is.
Ronald reaches her desk and leans over it slightly, heightening Janis's sense that she is definitely in trouble.
"You are late. Again Janis," he said in a calm, unwavering voice. "See me in my office after work."
With that he turned on his heel and strode back to his office, pausing to collect something off the copier.
Janis spent the next 7 hours fretting to no end, filling her head with different excuses, each more ridiculous sounding than the last. She needed this job to keep her decadent apartment. She couldn't bear to go through all the effort it took her to find another place like hers.
4.30 came after what seemed like an ice age and Janis was a mess. She waited until the office was empty, half hoping that Ronald would have forgotten and gone home, but his door had remained closed all day.
She collected herself, decided on the best excuse she could come up with, though admittedly it still sounded feeble to her, and knocked on the door she had looked at all day.
"Come in" came the reply from the other side of the door.
Janis opened the door quietly and sat down on the chair, legs crossed, in front of the large oak desk that Ronald sat behind.
"So?" said Ronald, tapping the desk slowly with his pen.
"I'm sorry I was late, my.. my car..." Janis trailed off.
"Janis, you don't have to make up stories. I know your little black car is fine because you had it serviced a month ago," said Ronald.
"I just don't know what to do with you, you are a good worker, but your concentration lately has dropped and your being late for work has gone too far," he continued.
"I'm going to have to let you go if you can't help me out here.." he said with a sigh.
Janis, feeling backed into a corner, couldn't believe what she did next. Though it came as no surprise really, what did she have to lose anyway?
She slowly uncrossed her legs, Ronald's eyes flicking down to her crotch. Crossing the other leg over and leaning forward, she said with a sly grin "Ron are you married?"
"No, but what has.."
