Her boss

Kat felt self conscious as she listened to the click-click of her heels as she strode down the hall. She NEVER wore heels. Well, almost never or she wouldn't have owned any, but at 180cm she tended to shy away from anything that made her even taller.

She reached his door and knocked.

"Come in." His voice was like gravel with the kind of gravitas you'd expect from the most distinguished professor at her university. He'd won a Noble Prize more than 2 decades ago and he'd never let anyone forget it. Not that it wasn't an impressive achievement, but he'd been idle since then and as far as Kat was concerned, science had left him behind.

Kat stepped in and Dr. Harold Whitcombe stood up to shake her hand. She fought to keep a smile on her face as she realized one benefit of her heels, she absolutely towered over him. Usually she didn't want to intimidate men, but she was here in a mission.

"Sit down Ms. Ivanova." He opened a folder on his desk and started to read from it.

Kat kept her face neutral as she took a seat. She'd worked hard for her PhD, but she didn't really care whether people addressed her as Dr. or Ms. Except for the fact that Dr. Whitcombe would throw an absolute fit if she called him Mr. Oh, and also that she noticed his use of Dr was strongly correlated with whether or not the person had a penis.

Whitcombe didn’t waste time.

“I’ve reviewed next year’s allocations,” he said, not looking up from the folder. “Your lab will be taking a reduction.”

She'd half expected him to say that, but it was still painful to hear. “A reduction?”

He nodded, still reading. “Your work is… ambitious...but frankly I don't see it going anywhere. We only have limited resources and it's my job to ensure we make the most of them.”

Kat took a breath to steady herself, “With respect,” She said evenly, “my lab produced three publications this year alone. My last paper was just published in Nature, there is a lot of potential there.”

Whitcombe finally looked up, although his gaze never met her eyes. She shivered and suddenly worried her lack of bra was obvious. She'd worn a thick tank top and a dark blouse which at least hide her nipples...but why was he staring so much? What a creep!“ Yes, yes. Very energetic work. But energy isn’t the same as longevity.”

She grit her teeth. This wasn't fair. "Sir, I-"

"It's already decided." He said immediately. It was clear he wasn't going to be convinced.

Well she had to try.

"No, I deserve the right to defend my work, my research. Frankly I think you are defunding me because you don't understand it. Admit it, you haven't kept up with the times. Your groundbreaking research that won you a Noble Prize? It's taught in first year chemistry now. You made your contribution to science, now move over and let new blood in."

Now he met her eyes. She could see his anger, she imagined nobody had ever spoken to him like that. Not in a very long time at least.

"Why I...I..." He froze, as if the words wouldn't come.

"Did you read my paper in Nature?" She asked.

"Well, no...but-"

"How can you say my research...what did you say? Lacks longevity? You don't even know what my research is."

"I...I'm in charge here." He tried to turn things around, but he just couldn't come up with the words.

"I am not denying that, but if you are making decisions based on personal feelings and not what the evidence tells you then you are not making the most of limited resources, you are wasting them."

"You..." He shook his head, "Just shut up."

Kat froze. She stared him down, but was unable to say anything more.

He stood, "I...you...just get out!"

Kat stood slowly, defiantly. Then she turned and walked gracefully out of the room.

Well she hadn't meant to piss off her boss like that...but it had felt good to push back.

She hurried home, hoping she'd still have a job on Monday.

Dax felt uncomfortable the moment he walked into the bar. He loved to drink, sure, but the bar had never been his seen. Despite the bravado he showed with his friends he was actually fairly reserved in public. Frankly he had no idea how to talk to women.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. He'd just taken his first sip when a woman slid onto the bench beside him.

"Hey." She said with a smile.

Dax was momentarily confused, before he realized she was talking to him, "Hey." He said back. He'd tried, and failed, to hit on women before, but them hitting on him was an entirely new feeling.

"Nice tats, where'd you get your sleeve done?" She gently stroked his arm as she asked.

Holy shit. She was really going for it. What did he say?

His brain short circuited, "It was magic."

"Oooh, a little mystery. I like it." He couldn't believe that had worked.

He thought he'd better do SOMETHING to keep her interested, "Can I buy you a drink?"

He could, and later he found himself unable to resist as she suggested shots and more drinks. Before he knew it they were making out in a cab on the way to her place.

He couldn't believe it. He didn't think he'd be successful, but his so called minor addiction to pussy had been eating away at him and he thought at worst he'd waste a few dollars on beer.

They made it to her place and the urge was overwhelming, "Please...let me eat you out!" He begged.

She giggled, "Wow? Hot and loves eating pussy? Where have you been hiding? Yes please!"

He dove in. His transformation hadn't made him better at it, or changed how it tasted or anything, but it had boosted his enthusiasm. It was a pure dopamine hit and he just couldn't get enough. It wasn't until her third orgasm that she finally pushed his head away.

"Okay, okay...wow...stop...too sensitive...oh my gawd!"

He sat up and smiled at her. She grinned and pushed him down on the bed, "Now your turn."

His cock was rock hard and she quickly engulfed it in his mouth. He was so on edge it didn't take very long before he filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed it and sat back on her heels, "Holy shit...that..." She reached down and wiped a bit of cum from the tip of his cock. She stuck that finger in her mouth and sucked, "Mmm...that's amazing. How the hell? Seriously? Where have you been hiding?"

Dax could only shrug, but he was pretty sure this wasn't going to be a one night stand anymore.

Ivy tried smiling at her prospective client. She coughed, trying to get her attention, "Um...so...any other questions for me?"

Her client shook her head, but continued to grope Ivy's breasts, "Nope. I'm good."

Ivy tapped her pen on the table, "Okay so you have my proposal, like I said we can adjust to suit your budget. Just let me know."

Suddenly her client leaned close, "Wanna know a secret?"

Ivy really didn't, but she did what this woman's money, "Sure."

"I'm gay, can you believe it?"

Ivy once again looked down at the woman pawing at her chest, "No...I can't..." She said fatly.

"I know, you probably think I'm crazy, about to marry a man. But I have a good reason! My parents are totally loaded, but they'd disown me if I came out of the closet. Marrying Jason gets them off my back and ensures they continue to support me."

"That's..." Ivy wanted to say that was a terrible idea, but held her tongue. Moral or not she NEEDED the business, "interesting."

"It's ok. I'm not a horrible person. Jason's gay too!" She said quickly.

"Oh...that's..." She searched for the right word, "Complicated."

"Sure is. Well, I suppose I should go." She reluctantly stopped groping Ivy. Then she smiled, a wicked smile that made Ivy deeply uncomfortable, "You're hired. I look forward to seeing a lot more of you."

Ivy put on a smile, "Yes. I'll do my best for you."

"I'm sure you will. Don't worry about the budget. Like I said, rich assholes are paying. I'll call you to make an appointment to sign a contract with them."

"Great, I look forward to it."

Once she was gone Ivy slumped down. Rich bigots? Great. Not only was she a female POC, but now she was dressed like a slut. This was bound to go poorly. She'd have to **** herself to wear something else when she had the meeting, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel.

She leaned back, put her arms up, and stretched. She yawn and then...

Click.

"Fuck..."

She'd accidently touched her wrists together, welding her cuffs in place. Even though she knew it was futile she tried to pry them apart. It was no use.

She tapped on her phone and dialed a friend.

"Hello?" Theo answered.

"Theo, I need a favour. Are you at work?"

"Yeah, what's up bro?"

"I need you to come unlock my wrists."

"Er...no can do, I'd have to get Kat's permission."

"Then I'll come to you." Ivy said.

"Wait...could you do me a favour?" Theo asked.

"Uh...what?"

"I don't want to ask Kat's permission to go buy more boxers. Can you...pick me up some?"

"Ugh...how about I go shopping AFTER you uncuff me?"

"You promise?"

"Of course! I'll be right there." Ivy hung up and stood up. She awkwardly put her phone in her bag and held it in her hands and then rushed out. She was embarrassed enough to be in public in this outfit without the bondage, she went as fast as she could to Theo's work.

Sahar was standing in the lab. Beside her stool, not on it. She'd had an interesting week. Being unable to sit on furniture had been a little awkward at times, and accidently flashing strangers had been embarrassing, but her newfound confidence made everything ok. She felt like people listened to her opinions more, they were happier to see her. It was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, despite the restrictions on her she'd never felt more free.

On top of all that she got to see Kat every single day. She'd eventually bought more bras, but she still walked around home wearing very little clothes. At times Sahar thought her heart wouldn't make it.

She'd been sleeping on the couch. Without Dax there was no reason for her to share a bed, unfortunately. Still she was happy there and had no desire to return home. Her parents had called, but after the first time she refused to pick up. She just couldn't talk to them anymore. When they were ready to have a rational conversation she'd give them her time, but she wasn't going to let them yell at her anymore.

She enjoyed her break so much she realized she had no need to win the game to try and undo anything. All she wanted was to quit and keep things as they are.

But of course, that wasn't to be.

The days ticked by until once again they all gathered in Kat and Ivy's apartment.

It was time to play again.