Mind Control

Well, if she won't change her mind about it, you'll just make her change her mind. You wish that she'll ignore the fact that she's your boss when considering a relationship with you, and decide to try your luck again.

"You sure you don't want to head out and grab a coffee later?" you ask.

"It sounds really tempting. Got any places you want to go to?" Marissa replies, leaning forwards a bit. Although her work clothes are conservative, the action highlights her cleavage, and you begin to get hard.

"The coffee shop on the 3rd floor is pretty good, let's go there," you say, and Marissa agrees.

The two of you walking out of the office holding hands, and the other workers at the shop stare bewildered. One or two guys are looking enviously, but you soon leave them behind as you move to the coffee place.

There, you both order a drink in a secluded booth.

"You know, I've been hoping for a while that you'd ask me something like this," Marissa says, "but I always thought I'd turn you down since I'm your boss. Guess not, though."

You smile, knowing precisely why she didn't turn you down. You decide to have a little fun, and instantly wish for everyone in the room to ignore the two of you. A waiter walking towards the two of you with your drinks stops mid-walk and begins to head back, so you get up and retrieve the drink.

"That was odd," Marissa says, looking at the waiter funnily.

"Hey, sometimes you just got to take matters into your own hands," you reply, holding both of her hands. You tentatively squeeze her hands, and she squeezes back, smiling too.

Leaning close to her ear, you whisper: "Wanna try something fun?"

"Sure."

You're both on the booth's couch, and you pull her into a deep kiss, your tongue finding a way into her mouth as the two of you clutch. It's not long before you both break for air, and she pants a little, flushed in the face. You kiss her again, and then move one of your hands to her breasts, feeling the firm orb a little.

"Stop, people might see," Marissa gasps, feeling your hand as she looks around worryingly.

"That's what makes it fun," you reply, kissing her again. She yields to your hands as you grope both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Things are getting pretty hot, and you decide to move things to the next level.