The Bosses Whore! (Jack Stalker and tabooExploration)

[Jack Stalker]

THE BOSSES WHORE!​

If Natalie Porter's mother or sister could have seen her right now, they likely would have called her a slut. A wretched thirty something harlot, using her filthy 'cunt' to get what she wanted, betraying the holy sanctity of her marriage and being an adulterous little whore. They were idiots, which was why her mother was still working in some factory and her sister waited tables.

As far as she was concerned, she considered the way she was dressed to be classy and sexy. It was simple, reliable, tested and effective. A tight fitting black dress with white trim at the top of it. The hem rode up to mid thigh when she sat down, but looked oh so very respectable when walking around. Five inch killer heels, with narrow spikes which adorned the open toe and single ankle strap design, completed her outfit... apart from the accessories of course. Silver stud earrings, a silver bracelet on her left hand and a simple minuscule silver cross on a chain dangling about her neck. She liked the feel of it as it swayed and laid against her chest, didn't care that she was mocking everything it stood for. She didn't like rings, so left those out of the look.

She wanted the promotion. Bad. She'd heard the boss was pretty forward with offering promotions, rises, transfers to different roles, in exchange for private meetings. It was an opportunity she wasn't going to pass up.. plus, if she played her cards right, then she would be able to 'cash in' ten years from now by playing a victim card and saying she was coerced... maybe even start a 'hashtag me too two' movement. Hell, if he tried to double cross her she wouldn't even need to wait. She chuckled to herself, being coerced? Far from it. The boss was good looking, not some fat bastard who couldn't get a woman. He was clearly oversexed, plucking girls from the employee pool to promote in exchange for sex... or maybe he was just lazy or needed a change from whoever he was fucking at home.

Hell, she hadn't bothered to check if he was even married. Whether he had kids. Perhaps she reminded him of his wife? None of it mattered to Natalie, outside of the promotion. Whether he was a single playboy opportunist or someone whose marriage was about to be wrecked, who cared? She didn't. She was just hungry for some no strings sex and a promotion she didn't want to wait five years for. She didn't care what she had to call him, sir, daddy, master, slave, she just wanted that promotion. The fact that she was married herself didn't deter her in the slightest. Her husband Ryan had been fun to start with, but his sales career took him away travelling for months on end and, despite him promising to quit, he was still going back to work and she was done sitting about fingering herself because her husband couldn't take care of the business that mattered.

And maybe she just wanted some of that big black cock Mr Smith was rumored to have? She just hoped she hadn't overdone her look, otherwise he wouldn't last three minutes.

Girl power? All the sensible girls knew that all their power was between their legs. If you were 'hot' and you fucked the right man, you could get everything you ever wanted. Why take the hard road and work for it, when you could fuck your way to the top?

She finished her make up. The lipstick said 'fuck me', her heels said 'rape me', her dress said 'ruin me' and even the scent she'd dabbed between her ears and across her panties told a man that she wanted to be fucked. Now she sat on the edge of the window sill, waiting, playing with her heel and trying not to bite her long red nails. The hotel penthouse was expensive, far from discrete, and unexpectedly opulent... but her boss was paying so who really cared? The rest of the suite held a living area, a bathroom, a kitchenette... she wondered if he'd restrict himself to the bed? Take her on the living room carpet, bend her over the kitchen counter, screw her in the shower or simply shove her against the hallway wall and fuck her right there. She squirmed a little as each fantasy played out in her head, her panties soaked up some of her excitement. She'd considered not wearing any, she wasn't wearing a bra after all... which was obvious from her bullet hard nipples poking at her dress. The white band about the top barely enough to conceal her pert perky tits as she crossed her legs, toying with the strap on her heel.

No. She'd worn panties because it had been ages since anyone had torn a pair off her, and she wanted to see whether he was going to be a rough bastard, desperate and eager to fuck her, or someone taking it slow.

She'd left her small Volkswagen beetle in the parking garage, had been a bit taken aback by the expense of the suite... wondered how many other girls had seen it. Then she got the text. He was here and on his way up to the suite! She hopped up, rushing into the bathroom again, checking her appearance. P.A. That was what she wanted. P.A would a stepping stone to anything else she wanted after a few weeks, months at most.

Natalie heard the knock at the door. She'd locked it of course. Checking her teeth and making sure no lipstick was on them one last time, she turned and took a slow saunter to the door. She paused, hand on the handle, glancing back into the room. Her bag was there, with the items in it, ready to be used or ignored as the mood dictated. She looked back at the handle, there was no going back after it was turned. "Fuck it." she muttered under her breath, turning the handle and putting on a smile. She didn't say anything, just looked him over and stepped back to allow him through... they both knew why they were there. "Hello. I have to say the place is amazing... would you like a drink, Mr Smith? Or do you want to get straight down to some aggressive negotiations." she asked, looking him up and down.