The Boss: LRDGRat + Queen of High Heels

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew, 30, was nervous. He adjusted the cutlery on the table for the 100th time, trying to make sure everything was lined up perfectly. The table was set for 4 - himself, his wife, and his boss and his bosses wife. He wore his best suit and adjusted it in the mirror. The man was due to arrive any minute now and Andrew had a lot riding on tonight - there was a big promotion at work available and he knew he was the front runner. "Babe..." He called out to his wife, who was still getting ready, under strict orders to dress to impress. "You ready yet? He'll be here any minute now!" Andrew adjusted the bottle of wines placement on the table and then scurried over to the living room, adjusting the whiskey glasses once more. He knew his boss would prefer to start with some chatter and a drink before dinner. The doorbell rang and Andrew sighed, wiping his brow before moving to the door. He opened it and greeted his boss.

Richard, 44, was alone. Tall, dark and handsome, he wore an immaculate suit complete with a vest. He liked to dress like a gentleman with every opportunity. He knew how much a woman loved a man in a suit - its how he had caught his wife - and he still enjoyed the attention it garnered him. He made small talk with Andrew as he was led into the home. It paled in comparison to his own, of course, but he didn't mind. It held other treasures he was interested in. He explained that his wife hadn't been feeling well so she had stayed at home, but he was still eager to meet Andrew's wife and talk business with them.

 

[Queen of Disaster]

Abigail loved her husband dearly, but at the moment she could really give him a little kicking. He was so nervous he was all over the place. And he told her to be pretty, which kinda damped her confidence a little. Because wasn't she pretty enough? Wasn't she pretty enough for the high and mighty CEO? She never met the man, never even seen his face and worked as a kindergarten teacher. She met Andrew in college and they fell in love. It was all rather sweet and normal. She had her first time with him, he asked her to marry him, she said yes and so, after college, they both married and started working. They never had the time for a honeymoon, but she didn't care. She loved Andrew. He was gentle and kind, although sometimes a little too nervous when it came to his boss. He really needed a little bit more confidence, but that was something he had to work on on his own.
As she looked into the mirror she smiled rather proudly. Yes, she did look good. At least better than ususal. The dress was classy and a little sexy and there was a little surprise undernath for Andrew. Sexy lingerie she had bought for the occasion. She even felt sexy, something she didn't feel very often.
Then the doorbell rang, but it was Andrew who got the door. So she went down and greeted the rather attractive looking man. Abigail tried not to ponder too long on the attractivness of her husbands boss and tried to be the best host ever. She was very fond of her cooking and hoped that her talent would impress the boss so Andrew could get the promotion he, oh, so much deserved.
"Oh, it's too bad your wife wasn't able to come.", she told Richard, "I hope she'll feel better soon. But, please, do come in." She lead both man into the living room to the table where she had put the dishes on. For four people. Now, there would be only three. Quickly she got the fourth set and wanted to put it away: "Excuse, I am going to put those away quick. Can I get you anything to drink? We have delicious red wine if you want. Or maybe something non-alcoholic?" Waiting she looked at the CEO, trying not to look too initmidated by his appearence. Now she understood why Andrew had been so nervous.

 

[QuillAndInk]

Richard admired Abigails body in her form hugging dress. She was the real reason he had come. He had seen a picture or two of her on her husbands desk and had been intrigued. She was much prettier in person and Richard felt a familiar warmth in his loins at the thought of undressing her. That was his goal for tonight, afterall. Its why he had not brought his doting wife. Richard wanted to bed another mans wife.

He shook his head at her offer. "Whiskey will be fine." He replies, moving into the living room. He admired some pictures by the fireplace was Andrew poured him a drink. Once it arrived he took it and took a small sip. It wasn't the high-end stuff he was used to, but it would do. "Get yourself a drink too, Abigail...so nice to finally meet you." He counters, then moves over towards the sofa.

"Lets get down to business, shall we? Its no big surprise why I am here tonight." He says. Richard was the type of man who cut right to the chase. There was no point beating around the bush when it could be avoided. "Take a seat, Andrew. Abigail...why don't you grace me with your presence and sit beside me?"

 

[Queen of Disaster]

She brought the dish set into the kitchen, looking after the chicken in the oven and hoping that their guest would like her cooking. The chicken looked read so she turned the oven off and returned to the living room. Richard had whiskey in his hand, and Andrew as well. She's unsure what to do, never being in a situation like this one and really hoping her husband would get the promotion. It would be so usefull, even more for paying off their student loans. It would help a great deal.
"It's nice to finally meet you, too. My husband only speaks in the highest regards about you.", she smiled and looked at Andrew. She could see that he was still nervous. But so was she. She was just better at hiding it. Still standing she observed how the men sat down. Andrew in his favourite spot, his armchair. Richard sat down on the sofa she got from her grandma. But then Richard asked her to take a seat as well and for a moment she really was more unsure than before. But still, she sat down beside him. Still smiling.
Abigail cleared her throat a little and looked between the two for a moment before finally looking only at her husbands boss: "So... Richard. I know you are here to speak with my husband, but I just want to say... he really is a hardworking man and I know how much he has put in your company, so... so I really hope he... I hope you will give him the promotion." They needed the money.

 

[QuillAndInk]

Richard smiled as Abigail talked, turning his attention to her. "You truly have a wonderful wife, Andrew." He says, sliding his hand high onto her thigh, to the point where the hem of her dress ended. "She clearly thinks highly of you...as do I." He squeezed her thigh and held his hand there. "And, I must admit Andrew, the promotion is yours. Well, its yours on one condition really..." He looked the man in the eyes. "I want your wife. I want to take her upstairs and seal the deal, with her. If she can do that, the promotion is yours."

It was quite the bombshell, of course, dropped minutes after meeting for the first time. His hand flexed on her leg again. "I can give you a minute or two if you need it, but after that the offer is off the table...and the promotion goes to some one else. But its fully your decision - so what will it be?"

 

[Queen of Disaster]

Hope shone bright in her eyes while she looked with sincerity into his eyes. But then Richard turned his head to look at Andrew and she felt how she tensed up. But suddenly she felt a warm hand on her thigh and she dropped her gaze. There was surprise on her face and she asked herself if this was truly happening or if she was only imagining it. Fast she realized that it was truly there, on her thigh, slowly rising higher. Abigail tensed up even more, her eyes looking up to see how Andrew would react, hoping he would say something to his boss. That even if it was his boss, he would stand up for his wife, but then came the most unbelieveable offer she had ever heard. Her mouth opened in shock and with shock she could only stare at Richard. It felt like a dream turned nightmare.
"What?", she wanted to ask but no word left her mouth. Instead it was her husband who sank his head in shame and slowly nodded. It was like a knife in her heart. It was twisting and turning and it hurt to know that Andrew would do something like this for her. He was no courageous man. She knew that. But she had always believed that he would at least find the courage to protect his loving and doting wife. Yes, of course, they both needed for him to get the promotion, but... still! She just couldn't believe it, could only sit in shock, staring at both man. How they where talking about her as if she where some piece of meat.
"But... I will really get the promotion? Please, Sir... and... and it will only be that one time? With my... wife? You really... want to this with... her?", there was so much nervousness in his eyes and his movements, and what he had said. And how he had said it. With her? As if she wasn't attractive enough for a man like Richard. However, she couldn't feel anything. Just sit there in numbness, not even able to push the warm hand away that was leaving hot sensations on her skin.

 

[QuillAndInk]

Richard nodded his head, slowly sliding his hand just inside of the hem of her dress. "Yes. She just has to seal the deal with me, right now, and its yours." He threw back the rest of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the table. He stood up - breaking the contact with Abigail - before extending his hand to her. "The minute is up now - so what will it be, Abigail?" He asks, turning to look down at her. "Are you going to escort me upstairs or to the door?"

He let his eyes roam over her body then, letting her feel his eyes devour and evaluate her all at the same time. Clearly he thought highly of her enough from the brief meeting to want to undress her and have his way with her. And now she was being forced into making a decision - to cheat on her husband with his boss to seal his promotion, or to scupper her husbands career by refusing to do so.

 

[Queen of Disaster]

She didn't know how to feel. She felt betrayed and sad and then there was anger. But she usually wasn't an angry person. She always tried to be understanding, to be loving, only to realize that Andrew would sell her to the devil, if he had the chance. At least that was how she felt. And she felt Richards hand, touching her just barley under the hem of her dress. In the next moment his touch has left her body and the now empty glass was standing on the table, mocking her.
Her eyes tried to look into Andrews eyes but he hung his head, didn't want to look at her. Suddenly the anger was overwhelming and she gritted her teeth. So in her anger she foolishly decided to take the hand of a man who would cheat his wife with another wife. However, it would only be one time. Just this once. Then she would forget about it, go to school, teach children how to read and write and her life would go on in normalcy. At least she was hoping for that. So, she stood up, looked at Richard before letting go of his hand: "Just follow me to the bedroom, Sir.", she said while turning, only glancing at her loving husband before leaving the living room and going up the stairs to the bedroom. Abigail didn't wait for Richard, just thought that he would follow. The bedroom was nothing special, not too small, and not too big. There was a door leading to the bathroom. On the bed was her robe she always wore after taking a shower or after taking a bath.
Suddenly she turned around to look at this outregous man: "Why? Why do you want to sleep with me? To humiliate my husband? Because of some twisted and sick game you're playing?" She balled her hands into fists. She was angry. Furious even. "Is it fun to make your employee... another human being suffer?"