Nah, I’m a bitch

The brunette looks at the new message as it popped up and starts reading it:

dingsdongs

I don't get it, SluttyofficeMILF. You write that the people do not like you because you insist on following proper procedures and correct forms. Or that you come over as harsh.

I think you should take a different point of view: It is in the companies best interest to not waste time and money with half-filled forms, wrong or missing data. Rules are there for a reason, and the people at the office should be damn grateful that you are enforcing the proper conduct! Without you, everything would **** into chaos.

You do an exemplary and commendable job. And it is about time, that the people acknowledge your authority and treat you with the respect that you deserve!

If the security guard should have the audacity to disturb you tonight during your very demanding "work", then you have the proper tools at hand (cuffs, crop) to teach and enforce the behavior and respect that you deserve!

She smiled and started typing.

My dear dingsdongs, how sweet you are with words. I agree with you completely. Yet it is not because I’m doing my job I’m not liked. I’m disliked because I’m a bitch in everyday interactions. It’s a stressful job and telling a 150th client that he made a mistake you’ve seen thousands of times makes you… snappy. I was reprimanded for snapping on clients and co-workers more than once. That’s also one of the reasons why I started this – to let out some steam.

The woman bit her lip. Her hand diapered under the desk, inside her skirt. A light moan escaped her lips. But the moment is quickly gone as she returns to writing.

And what a sweet vision have you shown me. Me, your MILF office lady cuffing the blond security guard, then stripping her naked and forcing to her to eat my pussy, while I whipped her bum. Gasps escaping her throat into my pussy, as the whip lands on her rear would make me shudder with delight-

A woman pauses as she narrows her eyes. She puts her index finger to her lips and bits it lightly. Then she smirks and starts typing again.

Or maybe you wanted to dare me into attacking a young fit woman who probably knows some martial arts… so I would lose, and lose badly. So you could watch her strip me naked, leaving me only in stockings and ankle-strapped high-heels and cuff my hands behind my back. Then **** me to ride a dildo, while she would whip my breasts as a punishment for being obscene. Just imagining, my sweat covered breasts jumping up at down as I begged a young woman for her forgiveness, trying to suppress the moans escaping my throat as I impaled myself on the dildo, time and time again… Wouldn’t it be an appropriate treatment of this bitch?

All of this in front of the camera, of course.

The woman liked her lips and undid one of the buttons of her shirt, giving the camera a little glimpse of her cleavage. She smirks at the camera and starts typing again.

That got me a little hot.

I wonder, which of this you had in mind when you started writing this?

Smirking, woman started clicking but frowned.

Dammit, I almost posted a reply without refreshing the page – admin’s penalties for not answering the comments are not funny – well for a performer, they are not funny.

"Nemo of Utopia" enters the chat:

I partially agree with Dingdongs: you are keeping the company order in an inherently chaotic world! Rules exist for reasons, perhaps not always good ones, but that's not your job to decide; you just have to ensure they're followed!

However, if the security guard were to find you chatting with us I advise against forcing her into anything, that's a good way to get arrested! Instead, you should try to seduce her so she's just as compromised as you...

Anyway, why don't you start getting ready for the show by massaging your breasts through your clothes?

BTW, How are you getting around the firewall and keystrokes tracker at your work?

Woman licks her lips. She cups one of her breasts and gives it a few squeezes while winking at the camera.

Hello, Nemo of Utopia – just a little thank you for yet another vision of me and the blond. I imagined her pushing me against the corridor’s wall and catching my lips, her breasts pressing against mines as her tongue – hmmm…

Anyway, I use my own Internet and my own laptop – not the company’s – too many risks.

"bastardlydastard" enters the chat:

Maybe it's not that the guard doesn't like you, maybe she is uncomfortable around you for, other, reasons...

The woman laughs openly

Hello, bastardlydastard! And I seriously doubt it. Her… strong ‘dislike’ of me might have something to do with the time she had a person I had a meeting with stopped at the reception. I might have then put into a question (quite loudly) her intelligence, her ability to read (the man was on the list and she was only to check his ID and let him pass) and the job of her mother (at the same time I said the last thing, I put in question her kinship with her father). So yeah, her feelings to me are really strong…