Meet Bill the boss

Natalie, Bill’s secretary told me to just go into his office. He was not sitting by his desk, but in the armchair by the coffee table for guests. He gestured for me to join him and take the spot on the couch. At the same time he ogled my legs, his pretence of not doing so was as always terrible. I did a much better job at pretending not to notice his stare. We made a good team in that regard; Bill was a mild pervert and I pushed the limits of the office dress code with my mini skirts always a bit too short, my heels too tall and the cleavages too deep, sometimes I also wore fishnet stockings instead of sheer ones. If you have it flaunt it, right?

I sat down opposite Bill and crossed my long legs, he finally looked onto my face. I have been glancing towards his desk and only then turned my head to meet his gaze.