John cursed his poor planning all through is shower and as he dressed and gathered up his things. He didn't want to go to work. Not today. But it was just one day, and he had a huge project deadline and presentation to give. A huge paycheck depended on it. He couldn't just blow it off.
He drove into town, parking two blocks from the office in the large parking structure where he always parked. He did everything he usually did. Stopped for coffee at the same place, walked the same route. But everything seemed different now. He looked at people differently, especially the women. Usually he would just walk to work and not really pay much attention to anyone around him, men or women. But now he noticed the women.
He leched his way down the street, checking out breasts and asses, hemlines and heels. He felt dominant. Like the women owed him something. When one of them noticed his leering and confronted him he just laughed. "Not my fault. You're just smokin' hot."
She gaped and hurried away from hi on down the street, and John stood still for a moment, wondering where that had come from. That wasn't like him. But he shrugged it off. He was still feeling on top of the world. He was a man. Men were in charge. She was only a woman, anyway, and women existed for male pleasure.
He stopped again, blinking. That was very similar to what he'd told Slut. His mind raced, but a honking horn dragged him out of his thoughts. He was standing in a cross-walk and the light had changed.
Raising a hand in apology, he hurriedly crossed the street. That was embarrassing, but now he was right outside of his office building. He put his FSR world out of his mind and got into his work mindset. It was time to crush it.
He pulled open the door and went inside to be greeted by Nina, the very cute receptionist of some Latina persuasion. John had never asked, and she'd never volunteered the information, but she spoke with a subtle accent. She was a diligent worker and kept a lot of things running around the office. John thought very highly of her but they'd only ever had minimal, professional contact or shared pleasantries in passing.
"Hey, sweetie. I like that blouse. It's very sexy."
She froze, staring at him timidly. "T-thank you? Good morning Mr. Doe."
He nodded. "Good morning. Hey, do you have a boyfriend?"
She stared at him, eyes wide. "Mr. Doe, this is making me uncomfortable."
He lowered his voice. "Answer the question, Nina. And call me John."
She shifted her feet nervously, crossing her arms over her chest. "No, John. No boyfriend."
He looked her up and down. "Really? That's a real waste. You're kind of hot, in your own way. Nice and thick in the right places. I'd do you. When's the last time you got laid? I bet you're wild in bed."
She was trembling. "Please, Mr. Doe... I mean John. Please, I am a good girl. I am not like this. You are making me uncomfor—"
John waved a hand. "Oh, fine. I have to go anyway. But I'll be thinking about that thick latina ass all the way upstairs. Turn around, let me see what you're working with."
Eyes huge, Nina looked around the room nervously and then, amazingly, turned around and bent over slightly, showing off her deliciously round backside.
"Nice. Very nice. Good girl. Now don't go telling anyone about this. I'll be very displeased." John said, and left her alone at reception, shaking slightly. Based on how timidly she'd reacted to his domineering attitude, he was pretty sure she wouldn't put up much of a fight. He'd get her eventually.
John should have been very concerned at his own behavior but he wasn't. He was a man, she was a woman. It was just the way things were.
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