Mackenzie gets a dressing down from her new boss

"You must be Mackenzie." The woman that stopped in front of her desk was smiling. Friendly attitude, wide eyes, about the same age as Mackenzie. "I'm Sara." She extended her hand, and Mackenzie reciprocated, measuring her, quickly. An exuberant blonde, on the shortish side, wearing a similar attire. "Hi Sara. Yes, I'm Mackenzie. Nice to meet you." It wasn't the most eloquent introduction, but Mackenzie was distracted. Since she arrived, she had spent her whole morning filling up paperwork, including the mandatory trainings required by HR. It had been beyond boring.

"Excellent! Nice to meet you! I will be your supervisor." Now that caught Mackenzie by surprise. The woman couldn't have been much older than her, and yet, she was her boss. And she seemed the sorority queen bee type. Ew. Mackenzie had always hated those bitches, even while secretly wishing she was one. "Oh, great!" Mackenzie feigned enthusiasm the best she could. She'd hoped to report into a season executive, someone that could launch her career and help her climb the executive ladder quickly. Not ... this. But while Mackenzie was trying hard to hide her disappointment, concealing her feelings was something that she wasn't very good at. Her friends had learned that a long time ago.

"I see." It was Sara's turn to measure Mackenzie from head to toe. Her blue eyes turned icy, her tone glacial. "How long before you're done with the paperwork?" Sara suddenly didn't seem as approachable as before. Or even as young. Or even as inexperienced. Mackenzie's stomach churned as her disappointment turned suddenly into panic. Her first day couldn't go any worse than this. "I .. uh ... should be done soon." Her voice was faltering. "See that you do, then come look for me." Sara turned around, ready to go.

"Uh .. wait!" Mackenzie jumped out of her seat, almost in spite of herself, noting how short Sara really was. Mackenzie wasn't very tall , but she had to look down. "Yes?" Sara's gaze met hers, and she lowered her gaze even further. Her cheeks were burning. "I ... am ... sorry." Sara looked curious. "What are you sorry for?" The question was sharp, triggering all kinds of insecurities. "I didn't mean to seem ... " Mackenzie didn't finish her sentence as Sara cut her off. "Conceited?" The word went out sharp like a knife. "Or perhaps ... lackadaisical?" Sara pointed to the pile of papers before turning away for good. "Finish that immediately and come in my office."

If Mackenzie struggled with something in life, it was authority. Not that Mackenzie was a rebel, far from it. She had a strange draw to power that evolved between being a people pleaser to getting completely flustered when being reprimanded. And if she was scolded by someone she found attractive ... As Sara walked away Mackenzie couldn't help but notice that for a petite girl she had a ridiculously perky ass. She watched Sara's hips sway, and her thighs pressed together hard as she sat in her chair, struggling to contain her arousal.