No there was one

Alf Mccall hated her boss with a passion. For years she'd studied at some of the best universities in the country, getting multiple degrees and doing everything in her power to prove to any company that she ended up with that she was a woman with ambition and intelligence. That in the end meant nothing; she'd been robbed of all of that by one bad deal with her boss that she couldn't undo.

She had come into the company as a young intern, knowing that she'd have to spend years working her way up, but if she played her cards right, she'd be far further up the corporate ladder than anyone had the right to expect. This path of hers was changed with one meeting. She meets with Ginger Ward, one of the most powerful and experienced women in the company.

It had started out simple enough; she'd been offered to be Mrs. Ward's personal intern in return for a good word with management that would open up doors. She'd agreed, seeing the fast track and all, and was eager to start running. Then, after several months of working together, she proposed the idea of dating. Not fit for real, of course, just enough to get support from all the members of the LGBT inside the company and outside of it.

She'd agreed, of course, seeing the nitro being applied to her career with such a move. She had so eagerly jumped into the bear trap. At first it was just words, a few meaningless phrases said to one another of how they loved and appreciated each other. It worked wonderfully, especially considering their bodies. She knew the interest in her body the way men were drawn to her H-cup breasts and thin waist. While her beautifully blond hair and bright blue eyes made the other girls envious.

Mrs. Ward herself was fit, keeping her body in shape despite her age. She sported a firm stomach with D-cup breasts and a very firm ass. The grey hair is only adding to her mature allure. And her brown eyes made being stared down by her like facing a rolling boulder. Their getting into a relationship had no doubt several male employees orgasming and the women gossiping over every detail they thought they had.

They didn't know the truth, and neither did Alf, until it was too late. As meaningless words went to touching a shoulder touch here and some quick handholding there as they passed by certain employees who needed even more confirmation of their supposed relationship. Then the touching got less gentle and more demanding; a touch on the shoulder was now a quick tit grab. Hand holding was changed to Mrs. Ward grabbing her ass, showing her dominance in this supposed relationship.

Alf had gone along, just seeing it as more ways to secure both their careers. It meant nothing, just a show for others, and once she was comfortable with all the aggressive touches from Mrs. Ward. She took it a step further, forcing her on her knees to satisfy her boss's needs. She tried to resist, but Mrs. Ward showed her physical fitness training wasn't for show, and so trapped between Mrs. Ward's thick strong thighs, she licked like her life depended on it.

Afterwards, she tried to threaten to go to HR. Mrs. Ward laughed in her face; she made it clear the trap she had put herself in. Mrs. Ward owned her now; if she went to HR to report it, it would just be seen as a lovers' spat and thrown out. Go to the media or try to leave the company, and before she could blink, there would be rumors of how she had used poor old Ward's need for love to get power in the company. She'd be blacklisted for things that wards supposedly cover up for her hiding mistakes that never happened. She would be known forevermore as an abusive, backstabbing bitch if she ever tried to get out of what she had agreed to.

So she was not at a wedding being ordered around to get her boss this and that from around the room. A clear **** of her boss's authority written off as her just being a loving and eager-to-please girlfriend. She took regular stomach medicine from the need to puke at everyone romanticizing her torment. She had just made it back from the latest trip to see something that shocked her to her core.

Her tormentor Ginger Ward was being played with a drunken white guy who had been made fun of for several hours by this point. She saw her boss being grabbed like a piece of eager meat. She should have said something, cried out and told the others, or confronted the drunk herself. Instead, she watched with eagerness as her boss was made to squirm. As the show went on, she found her hands on her breast, squeezing them, pleasuring herself as she watched her boss being abused.

This went on for a good ten minutes, ending with her cumming as she pulled with all her might on her nipples, watching Ginger Ward desperately try to hide her moaning like a whore while squirting from being groped by a drunk. Her legs unable to hold her up, she fell to her knees, a pleased and vindictive smile on her face. She saw Mrs. Ward being dragged off by her new new friend. Seeing how eager the drunk was to continue, Alf McCall knew once she had strength in her legs again, she would be following after them to see more of Ginger Ward's ****.