Seduce her Boss (Warning: Dubcon)

When she’d first started at Smith and Doomflare Ashera had vowed to stand by her principals. She’d make it to the top and do it strictly by her own merits. No cheats, no shortcuts. Maybe she’d already broken that vow when she’d snuck that extra gear to Villia, but that could at least be justified as looking out for her client. Now though, it was time to put her excuses to bed and just do whatever it took to stay above water.

Walking through the halls Ashera was careful to keep her back stiff and eyes straight ahead. Everyone had seen the state Villia was in, and would know they wouldn’t have to put up with a dirty Orc as a coworker for much longer. She couldn’t stand seeing the satisfaction in their faces, especially knowing what she planned to do about it.

Reaching the ladies room and making sure it was empty Ashera locked the door. At this point she hardly gave a shit if it inconvenienced the other women working there; they were always nasty to her anyways. Everything in this building was too small, built without Orcs in mind, and she had to stoop to see her face in the mirror. She thought she might find shame there, but instead found her own determination staring back at her.

She was not going to lose, no matter what it took.

First, she adjusted her makeup, going from light and professional to something more fit for a night out. Reaching for her blouse she undid the top three buttons, then decided to go for broke an undid two more. It would have shown off her bra, but she decided to slip it off and stuff it into her purse. The tips of her breasts were perfectly outlined against her thin white blouse, and if anyone looked at her in profile they’d likely get a peak at her nipples. Last, she shook her hair out of its tight bun so that it framed her face, making her look wilder, a huntress ready to drag a man back to her camp.

When she opened the restroom door again one of her coworkers was standing there waiting, sour faced and clearly ready to give her the business. Ashera strode towards in a fashion that said “move or be moved”. Complaint dying on her lips, the woman flattened herself against a wall to let Ashera by.

Something primal was awakening in Ashera. The shame she’d expected to feel over what she was planning to do never seemed to come. Instead, she felt powerful. Suddenly she found herself very aware of her size, at least a head taller than the next biggest person in the office. For the first time she really understood all those Orcish warlords that had tried to conquer the world throughout history. These people were weak, tiny, and they ought to serve at her feet.

Ailmer Inamys was senior partner and longest serving member of Smith and Doomflare. As in the Elf had actually known the original men named Smith and Doomflare back when they founded the company. It was sheer luck that he’d actually bothered to come in today. After more than a century in charge he’d delegated most of his work to the other partners, and these days he just schmoozed with the sponsors and soaked up a paycheck.

When Ashera barged into his office without knocking she found him playing with his phone, feet up on his desk. If having a seven-foot-tall Orc woman barge into his office bothered him, he didn’t show it.

“Come on in, don’t stand on ceremony.” Stretching out with his arms over his head he beckoned Ashera in with a smile. Elven genes being what they were the man looked barely old enough to vote despite being older than the invention of the steam engine. “I bumped into your star client on my way in this morning. Girl was practically glowing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Ashera felt herself start to deflate as she realized she had no idea what to do next. Her plan was to seduce her boss, but she hadn’t exactly worked out how to do that. Throw him on the desk and mount him?

“I assume she’s going to want maternity leave? I think HR has the forms if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“She’s not coming back.”

“Without even giving notice? Well, she can kiss her recommendation goodbye.”

The teasing lilt in his voice made Ashera’s fists clench, but she kept her annoyance out of her voice. “Yes. Her first mission went wrong and she was enslaved by Goblins…”

“Oh!” Sitting up at last, he grinned at her from behind steepled fingers. “They made her a Fuck-Pig! That’s what they call it isn’t it? Goblins have a surprisingly rich culture you know.”

“So I’ve heard.” Ashera let out a long, calming breath. “I was hoping we could work out a deal so this doesn’t end up in the quarterly?”

“Can’t say I blame her. Immortality can be dreadfully boring. You lesser races are lucky you have such short lives. A few decades with nothing to worry about but Yes Master does have a certain appeal. Though taking up with Goblins,” He gave a mock shiver, “You’d think she’d find something with a little more class.”

On the one hand she had to resist the urge to reach across the table and strangle him, on the other his openness to the idea of being dominated might be just what she needed.

“Well, maybe if you help me with the quarterly, I could provide a bit of distraction?”

“Hmm? Oh that? I wouldn’t worry about it. Adventures go wrong sometimes. Everyone here knows that. No one will blame you… unless of course you, I don’t know, embezzled company funds to try and make your favorite look good? But you would never…”

Ashera shot up to her feet, pushing her chair back behind her. “Whatever you want! I’ll fuck you, spank you, be your mistress, just make this go away!”

“Why,” He put a dainty hand over his heart, “are you suggesting trading sex for favors? In this day and age? I’m shocked.”

“I’ve seen how you look at me. I could…”

“Do what? Suck me off in exchange for forgetting you’re a thief?”

“I was just looking out for my client.”

“You fucked up, and even if I let it slide, you’ll just fuck things up again. As pleasant as it sounds to have you on your knees every other week it just isn’t practical. Why don’t you just cut to the chase and become a whore already?”

“You don’t have to be so mean about…”

“Having a pet Orc around the office was cute for a while, but frankly the jokes worn thin my dear.”

“Stop it!”

“You’ve got a week left. More than enough time to find a good pimp… HURK!” Before she knew what she was doing Ashera was on him, one hand wrapped around his slender throat.

A leonine growl rumbled up from her chest, a sound she didn’t even know she could make. Without so much effort as lifting a sack of potatoes she hoisted Ailmer up out of his seat and lifted him into the air. One stride and she had him clear of the desk, one more and they reached the far wall of his office. Slamming him hard against the wall she sent framed pictures and certificates tumbling down to the floor.

Guided by something primal and ancient inside her she pressed her body against his and brought her face to the crook of his neck. Drawing in one long, deep breath of his scent she spread her jaw open wide and sank her teeth and tusks into his shoulder. It wasn’t deep, just enough to break skin and give her a taste of his blood. He whimpered softly, body going stiff against her.

“Mine!” A long moment passed with him pinned against the wall, Ashera’s grip at his throat carefully modulated to give him only just enough air.

Inspecting her prize gave her enough time to calm, at least a little, and it finally dawned on her what she’d just done. Forget about embezzlement, this was battery, maybe even sexual ****. She’d be looking at hard time for this. It wasn’t the dark ages anymore; she couldn’t just drag him back to her cave and make him her thrall.

Or could she? Looking into her bosses face she didn’t see fear or anger, but excitement. Eyes half lidded, he was panting and nibbling at his lip. Experimentally she raised one hand to his cheek and he actually nuzzled against her palm. Pressed against him, she noticed for the first time that he was hard, and grinding himself against her.

Maybe her first plan was the right one? Just pin him to the desk and mount him?