LAURA - MY SEXY DIFFICULT MANAGER: PART ONE
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Laura Kachi was my marketing manager at
advertising agency where I was recently
employed.
At 41, she was a few years older than I was but I
couldn't help but notice her when she walked
through the office. She had long hair that was
black. Her eyes were sexy almonds that sparkled
when the light hit them just right.
She had the body of a much younger woman and
that bubble ass of hers made me want to get to
know her in spite of what she represented in the
hierarchy of the company.
Laura was also rumoured to be an Ice Queen.
She did little of the hiring for the marketing unit
but she did all of the firing. The rumour was she
didn't even do it in person; she would just send
you an email at the end of the day to see HR.
The first time I was introduced to Laura would be
my last day at the office, though I did not know it
at the time. My manager and I were going over
my recent sales numbers when Laura walked by
his desk.
He quickly stood up straight at attention; it was
obvious that he was completely scared to death
of her. He was a career man so I kind of
understood why, but I was the new salesman
who was at the top of the sales board with only
a few weeks in. I had no fear.
He introduced her to me as "Miss Laura" and I
offered my hand. She ignored it and dressed me
down with her cold gaze and finally said: "I think
you would look better if you shaved."
I quickly raised my hand to my rough five o'clock
shadow and shook my head in disbelief. Miss
Laura started to walk away.
"And you should smile more," I said to her back.
Laura stopped dead in her tracks, turned slowly
with her head to the side and looked into my
eyes.
"What did you say to me?"
I pointed at the corners of my mouth with my
index fingers.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile," I
said.
Laura glared at me, then at my manager, who
looked like he was about to poop.
As word spread throughout the office, I became
the man to avoid at all costs that day. I was the
plague carrier, the man who could possibly get
you fired. Even my boss didn't say another word
to me for the rest of the day. At 4:30 PM an
email came from Miss Laura, telling me to go to
HR, possibly for a sack letter.
In the back of my mind I knew it was coming but
the reality of getting fired was still shocking. I
knew I was a talented salesperson and I had
plenty of savings. So I put those feelings aside, I
would find another job soon.
I decided to go out that night, partly to drown my
sorrows and partly to celebrate. I put on wine-
colored button-down sport shirt, midnight blue
jeans and a blazer to complete the look. I even
shaved my beard and when I checked my smooth
skin in the mirror I thought maybe Miss Laura
had something there.
I paid the gate fee, casually walked over to the
bar to check out the female population, and who
should catch my eye but Miss Laura. She was at
the end of the bar, sitting with all her friends,
which was really a sarcastic way of saying she
was sitting all alone.
Laura wore a tight mid-thigh black dress that
showed off her gorgeous shapely legs. She was
drinking wine in a fancy glass that was just about
empty. I asked the barman to send her another
one and I ordered another one for myself. She
looked up to see who had sent her the drink; held
up her glass in a mock toast and smiled. Then
she recognized me, and her pretty smile
disappeared. I grabbed my beer and made my
way over to her.
"I was right," I announced.
"About?" She was as cold as the harmattan on
December.
I gestured to her face with the neck of the bottle.
"Your smile, it's positively breath-taking."
She tried to look unfazed by the flattery but she
couldn't hide that she appreciated the compliment
for a brief moment.
"Eddie, one would think since you are recently
unemployed that you wouldn't be spending your
money on women in clubs."
"Laura, we're old friends," I said.
"Look, I'm not pissed at you. Lighten up, okay?" I
smiled and took a sip of my beer.
She picked up her drink and slid off the barstool,
her dress rode up a little and I got a glimpse of
her silky smooth upper thighs. Laura tapped her
glass against my beer bottle.
"Thanks for the drink, Eddie," she said and walked
off toward the dance floor.
She stepped up to dance and moved stiffly to the
music. It was obvious she was not too great at
relaxing, but God bless her for trying. I watched
Laura's awkward little dance and waited for the
moment that I knew would come. There it was:
she turned back to see if I was watching her.
When she saw that I was, she quickly turned back
to the stage.
I slipped up behind her, wrapped my arms around
her body and pulled her back against me.
"I beg your pardon," she stepped quickly away and
turned to face me.
"Laura, in all the time you've worked at the
agency, no-one has ever stood up to you. I think
you liked what I did today, you wanted someone
to take charge and maybe put you in your place
for a change."
"And where exactly do you think that is," Laura
questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"At the moment, it's here with me, listening to
good music on this dance floor. Maybe later..."
Before I could finish my sentence Laura put her
arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.
Her sweet-tasting tongue fucked my mouth and
her legs straddled mine as she rubbed herself
against my thigh. To the casual observer it might
have looked like we were dancing, except we were
joined at the lips.
Laura broke our kiss; she breathed heavily and
gazed into my eyes with a burning lust in her
eyes. I took her drink from her hand and put it on
the edge of the table with my beer bottle. I
grabbed her wrist and lead her out the fire exit.
We found ourselves alone in the exit alley between
the club and another building. I pressed her warm
body against the rough brick wall as I kissed her
painted lips.
I ran my hands up her smooth thighs under her
dress and when I squeeze her bouncy ass for the
first time, my dick pulsed in my jeans. She
moaned and pressed harder against me and felt
my dick throb through my jeans. I ached while my
dick strained against my jeans.
I wanted to free her breast from her dress but
because of the cut, there was no way to do it
from the front. I turned her around and she
placed her hands against the brick wall as I
pulled her black lace panties down her legs. I
slowly traced my tongue up her thigh then and
buried my face between her lovely round fat ass
cheeks.
I pulled her hips back slightly so I could have
more access. I leisurely licked her clit and when
my tongue teased her asshole, her body quivered.
"Oh you're so naughty," she moaned and spread
her ass open with her right hand.
***********************************
Laura Kachi was my marketing manager at
advertising agency where I was recently
employed.
At 41, she was a few years older than I was but I
couldn't help but notice her when she walked
through the office. She had long hair that was
black. Her eyes were sexy almonds that sparkled
when the light hit them just right.
She had the body of a much younger woman and
that bubble ass of hers made me want to get to
know her in spite of what she represented in the
hierarchy of the company.
Laura was also rumoured to be an Ice Queen.
She did little of the hiring for the marketing unit
but she did all of the firing. The rumour was she
didn't even do it in person; she would just send
you an email at the end of the day to see HR.
The first time I was introduced to Laura would be
my last day at the office, though I did not know it
at the time. My manager and I were going over
my recent sales numbers when Laura walked by
his desk.
He quickly stood up straight at attention; it was
obvious that he was completely scared to death
of her. He was a career man so I kind of
understood why, but I was the new salesman
who was at the top of the sales board with only
a few weeks in. I had no fear.
He introduced her to me as "Miss Laura" and I
offered my hand. She ignored it and dressed me
down with her cold gaze and finally said: "I think
you would look better if you shaved."
I quickly raised my hand to my rough five o'clock
shadow and shook my head in disbelief. Miss
Laura started to walk away.
"And you should smile more," I said to her back.
Laura stopped dead in her tracks, turned slowly
with her head to the side and looked into my
eyes.
"What did you say to me?"
I pointed at the corners of my mouth with my
index fingers.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile," I
said.
Laura glared at me, then at my manager, who
looked like he was about to poop.
As word spread throughout the office, I became
the man to avoid at all costs that day. I was the
plague carrier, the man who could possibly get
you fired. Even my boss didn't say another word
to me for the rest of the day. At 4:30 PM an
email came from Miss Laura, telling me to go to
HR, possibly for a sack letter.
In the back of my mind I knew it was coming but
the reality of getting fired was still shocking. I
knew I was a talented salesperson and I had
plenty of savings. So I put those feelings aside, I
would find another job soon.
I decided to go out that night, partly to drown my
sorrows and partly to celebrate. I put on wine-
colored button-down sport shirt, midnight blue
jeans and a blazer to complete the look. I even
shaved my beard and when I checked my smooth
skin in the mirror I thought maybe Miss Laura
had something there.
I paid the gate fee, casually walked over to the
bar to check out the female population, and who
should catch my eye but Miss Laura. She was at
the end of the bar, sitting with all her friends,
which was really a sarcastic way of saying she
was sitting all alone.
Laura wore a tight mid-thigh black dress that
showed off her gorgeous shapely legs. She was
drinking wine in a fancy glass that was just about
empty. I asked the barman to send her another
one and I ordered another one for myself. She
looked up to see who had sent her the drink; held
up her glass in a mock toast and smiled. Then
she recognized me, and her pretty smile
disappeared. I grabbed my beer and made my
way over to her.
"I was right," I announced.
"About?" She was as cold as the harmattan on
December.
I gestured to her face with the neck of the bottle.
"Your smile, it's positively breath-taking."
She tried to look unfazed by the flattery but she
couldn't hide that she appreciated the compliment
for a brief moment.
"Eddie, one would think since you are recently
unemployed that you wouldn't be spending your
money on women in clubs."
"Laura, we're old friends," I said.
"Look, I'm not pissed at you. Lighten up, okay?" I
smiled and took a sip of my beer.
She picked up her drink and slid off the barstool,
her dress rode up a little and I got a glimpse of
her silky smooth upper thighs. Laura tapped her
glass against my beer bottle.
"Thanks for the drink, Eddie," she said and walked
off toward the dance floor.
She stepped up to dance and moved stiffly to the
music. It was obvious she was not too great at
relaxing, but God bless her for trying. I watched
Laura's awkward little dance and waited for the
moment that I knew would come. There it was:
she turned back to see if I was watching her.
When she saw that I was, she quickly turned back
to the stage.
I slipped up behind her, wrapped my arms around
her body and pulled her back against me.
"I beg your pardon," she stepped quickly away and
turned to face me.
"Laura, in all the time you've worked at the
agency, no-one has ever stood up to you. I think
you liked what I did today, you wanted someone
to take charge and maybe put you in your place
for a change."
"And where exactly do you think that is," Laura
questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"At the moment, it's here with me, listening to
good music on this dance floor. Maybe later..."
Before I could finish my sentence Laura put her
arm around my neck and pulled my lips to hers.
Her sweet-tasting tongue fucked my mouth and
her legs straddled mine as she rubbed herself
against my thigh. To the casual observer it might
have looked like we were dancing, except we were
joined at the lips.
Laura broke our kiss; she breathed heavily and
gazed into my eyes with a burning lust in her
eyes. I took her drink from her hand and put it on
the edge of the table with my beer bottle. I
grabbed her wrist and lead her out the fire exit.
We found ourselves alone in the exit alley between
the club and another building. I pressed her warm
body against the rough brick wall as I kissed her
painted lips.
I ran my hands up her smooth thighs under her
dress and when I squeeze her bouncy ass for the
first time, my dick pulsed in my jeans. She
moaned and pressed harder against me and felt
my dick throb through my jeans. I ached while my
dick strained against my jeans.
I wanted to free her breast from her dress but
because of the cut, there was no way to do it
from the front. I turned her around and she
placed her hands against the brick wall as I
pulled her black lace panties down her legs. I
slowly traced my tongue up her thigh then and
buried my face between her lovely round fat ass
cheeks.
I pulled her hips back slightly so I could have
more access. I leisurely licked her clit and when
my tongue teased her asshole, her body quivered.
"Oh you're so naughty," she moaned and spread
her ass open with her right hand.
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