Names have been changed in this story, as it is so close to the truth of what happened to me.
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I had been working for a certain government department for approximately two years, I had been asked to set up an audit to check on the quality of work that certain departments were involved with. Just as the year was coming up, I heard news that my Manager and been informed that her contract was about to expire and that it would not be renewed. I was an agency worker, who had been on 3 monthly renewable contracts, but I was informed that I would be staying on with a new Manager who would be taking the post over.
It`s funny how I think of people, I do not know if it`s just me being a bit of a pervert or not, but I categorise people in my mind. My previous Manager was a stereotypical Auntie type of lady who reminded me of an environmental protester, she dressed in loose dresses and clothing; she was not unattractive, but average with wild light ginger hair.
My new Manager Kylie arrived and I could not help but notice how different and attractive she was. She was a definite sexy woman, she was quite tall slim and elegant. References had been made to Desperate Housewives, which I could not deny. However again our relationship was purely professional.
A month into our new working relationship and she started asking me to make certain amendments to the way we worked. Some not wholly professional, which I had queried with her. In which she responded quite abruptly, informing me that she was in charge of the department and not me. I agreed with her, and apologised.
A few days later she asked me to complete another suspicious task for her and when again I questioned her, she again reminded me of her position in relation to mine. This time though she was working in another office.
The following Monday morning my Kylie arrived in the office and asked if she could have a word with me.
I said yes and followed her into a small meeting room.
It wasn`t rocket science, I knew I was going to get a lecture about my attitude towards her. She sat in a chair next to a table and glared at me.
She told me that my attitude was offensive and that she would not take it from me, she informed me that whatever she asked me to do I was to do and not keep questioning her as it made her look un-professional, she then informed me that there were plenty of people that could do my job and that this was a warning. I again apologised for questioning her judgement and promised not to do it again.
She then shook her head and asked me if I thought it was a simple as that.
I did not understand, I apologised, what more could I do? She then proceeded to further her lecture informing me of more tasks that I had not involved her in enough.
Again I apologised, however now I felt this was wearing a little thin, and I tend to get a little sarcastic when I get wound up.
I said to her "I have apologised twice, I have promised not to do it again; what else do you want from me, my clothes?"
Suddenly she gave me a sly look and said, "Well it would be a start!"
I asked "Are you serious?"
She then said "Is this another promise you`ve made and are not keeping?"
She then asked me to lock the door to the room, then move to the side as the door had a long thin glass window fitted in it.; out of view of anyone working in the office. Once I did this she said "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Now I`m no hunk, actually I am around five foot eight tall, quite overweight and have a disability in my left leg as a result of a road traffic incident, which has left me with one leg two inches shorter than the other and on crutches long term. Also when I had my accident I spent a few weeks with a catheter fitted to my penis, which has resulted in me having a shrivelled penis.
I thought she was just going to embarrass me by making a point.
I removed my tie and placed it on a chair I was standing next to, I then unbuttoned my navy short sleeved shirt, slid it off and placed that too on the chair. I noticed she was looking rather bored at my process of undressing, so I undone my trouser belt, unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped my fly, then dropped my trousers to the ground. I then used my crutches to move over to the chair and untie and remove my shoes and slid my trousers off my feet, I then removed my socks and placed them on top of the other clothes.
My Manager then looked a little happier, and then asked "Is that it? I`m sure you said my clothes, not some of my clothes!"
I asked her if she was serious and she sarcastically told me, "It was your idea smartarse!"
I placed my hands on the side of my navy cotton boxer shorts and began to slowly slide them down, hoping that she`d say okay that`s enough, or something similar.
But no, I pulled them off and she told me to place them with the rest of my clothes.
She then pulled a piece of paper out of her bag and asked me to read it to her. I stood there stark naked with my two hands on the piece of paper reading a short passage of nothingness.
She then questioned why I had such a small penis, I informed her of my time spent with the catheter fitted and she laughed. So you might think you are Mr Big in the office, but you're certainly no Mr Big in the penis department are you? She said to me with a sarcastic grin on her face.