Call your boss

You look at the disordered crowd that used to be your well-managed team and sigh. You wonder why they are obsessed with your looks? You notice your boss and mentor walking down the corridor.

"Mr Alexander? Could you step in for a second?"

"Sure, Minerva - what is it?"

"The team... they are... unfocused. They... they keep mocking me because of... well, they are disrespectful to me!"

Mr alexander frowned. "And you cannot handle it yourself?" He asked. "Very well, I'll help you."

He followed you back through the door to the conference room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Before I congratulate you on a job well done, I need to remind you that you are expected to treat your superiors with a due respect. Minerva here might not look like it, but she actually is a grown woman, and despite her obvious deficiencies in... certain areas... she is your team leader. And the fact that each of you ladies have breast twice her size is not an excuse to disrespect her!"

He admonished your coworkers, but his speech... was even worse. He basically confirmed with his authority everything they whispered about before. And you just stood there, hearing as he continued on and on how "flat" and "unattractive" you are, compared to other women. When he was done, you were shaking, afraid to raise your eyes and look your team in the eyes. Your face red, your breath quickened with anger... and arousal.

And then you wake up, all sweaty and bothered... and strangely aroused. You notice your nipples stand erect, as if they were caressed all night.

You look at the clock...