Very Relaxed Boss

“Lock the door as you pass and sit down, Mr. Irving,” She-Hulk said calmly, but with the firmness of a heroine.

He obeyed without question, locking the door and taking the guest chair. She normally did so when she had an important meeting or a serious problem. Because of Igor's position, she feared he belonged in the latter.

Jennifer Walters wore oval glasses and her hair tied back in a sober manner. She wore a dark blue suit jacket over a white shirt, a tight skirt that fell below her knees, and pumps. She looked so formal that if it weren't for her green skin, one wouldn't believe she was a powerful superhero.

Instead of settling into her chair, she sat on the desk a few inches from him while reading some documents. Even so, the fat man felt her unsettling gaze on him. It was a strange feeling, as though he was being stalked; it made him feel like a crow on the prowl.

“Hmm.”

As the minutes passed, the atmosphere in the office became strange for the protagonist. She began to cross her muscular legs quite frequently. Thanks to the height difference, Igor's gaze could penetrate her skirt, revealing a bit more of her large thighs.

Then she began to open and close her legs as if she were exhaling, while one of her hands moved up her skirt, tugging at it, threatening to take it off. All of this contrasted with the way she pretended to read the documents, appearing serene and calm as if no one was there.

For his part, Igor shifted nervously in his chair, unable to look away—and how could he if his lustful mind was screaming at him to see that mountain of sensuality in plain sight? It was much better for him to think about something else, since his usual fantasies dominated his thoughts, fueled by what he saw.

“Mmm… interesting, very interesting,” Jennifer barely murmured, continuing with the farcical reading.

The fat man felt strangely familiar with the situation; it reminded him of what had happened on the train with the college girl. Apart from the differences, the similarities were inescapable: erotic and awkward moments with a girl for no apparent reason.

“So, how was work, Igor? I can call you that, right?” She-Hulk finally said, putting the documents aside.

It was the first time she had called him by his name. Their relationship was usually kept very formal, but now she spoke to him as if they were closer.

“Uh... I don't see a problem... and yes... um... I've been good here... or so I think, Miss Walters,” he replied doubtfully, continuing to stare at her green thighs.

“That's great, Igor. I'm so glad you like working here.” She then took off her glasses and let down her hair. “Although I'd love it if you called me by my name too. Wouldn't that be great, Igor?” she said, tossing her hair vigorously.

The change in her was instantaneous; the image of a straight-laced lawyer had been replaced by a fiery, wild woman. Her gaze became a thousand times more intense, while her hair fluttered around her head like a lion's mane.

“Mmm...hmm...okay...Miss...I mean Jennifer,” he blurted out shyly.

“See, it's not that difficult... ohhh... you don't know how beautiful my name sounds in your voice.”

She gave him a warm smile that could soften the most evil villain, then took off her left shoe and, without warning, stretched her shapely leg, resting it on the shoulder of an astonished Igor. Caught off guard, he did nothing but stare like a complete idiot at that limb that many dreamed of holding in their hands.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jennifer asked, brushing her foot against the fat man's cheek.

"Mmm...it...it...it's true...uh...it's beautiful...Exercise?" the hypnotized man stammered.

“Oh yeah, every day to improve this body.”

If before, Igor felt like he was being stalked, now he seemed about to be devoured by such an animal. Of course, this unusual moment had an effect on the fat man's manhood, which felt like it was growing rapidly inside his pants.

Reflexively, our protagonist brought his hands to his nether region in a mediocre attempt to hide his erection.

She-Hulk easily grasped this, so to further increase the heat of the situation, she moved her leg, rubbing her muscles against the coughing Igor, who was also sweaty.

“Ooh... my feet are killing me. Could you do me a big favor, Igor?” she said in a voice that was impossible to refuse.

The ugly young man swallowed hard before answering.

“I will.”