The lion's roar

You are both quiet for a while in the plush room, you don't dare break the silence and say anything in case you've misjudged the situation or you somehow slip up and make a mistake. "What do you want?" Mary finally asks, which surprises you a little. Before you can say anything she continues, "I need to apologise to you for being into women, and no doubt so will all the other gay women in the building once they hear that you're working here. You're going to be overwhelmed with requests, and no matter how much of a man you are, you can only help so many of us at a time."

While she asks the question, Mary is already undressing herself. Her dark hair is usually pulled up into a stern bun but now she pulls it out and lets it flow down past her shoulders while she shrugs off the suit jacket that she is wearing, leaving her in a white button-up and skirt, which she also starts to undo in front of you.

You think about her question in the meantime, habit still preventing you from saying anything about your boss undressing in front of you. "Um, what do you mean? I'm not sure I understand."

Mary sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath about men being useless as she unbuttons her shirt. "You are going to be very busy here in the future having sex with all the women in the building who need to apologise to you. Is there anything you want, any sort of compensation or promotion you would like in return for doing your duties here? I can understand if you would rather hand in your resignation, but on behalf of all the gay women here, please stay," Mary asked you, unzipping her skirt on the side and stepping out of it as it fell to the ground, leaving her in a pair of black tights and a crisp white bra which she proceeded to unclasp in front of you, leaving the late thirties woman almost nude in front of you.

"I'm a partner in the firm, I can offer to give you a raise or some compensation for your trouble. Just tell me what you want from me, and I'll do my best to give it you you." She stood back and spread her arms and legs out for you. "That also goes for whatever means you want me to apologise of course, as long as you're satisfied with my apology," she said. For the last bit, a slight tinge of desperation entered her eyes, breaking the serious businesslike tone she had been using the whole time, and what you were always used to your boss using.

That moment of breaking the mould for Mary slowly made you unfreeze. Gently, you put down your bag on her table and began to pull off your tie. "So, I can ask for whatever sort of compensation I want?" you ask her slowly, moving closer to her. Mary nodded. "What if I wanted a promotion so that I would get one of these offices? A salary raise? Extra time off work?"

Mary raised an eyebrow at you at your requests. "That's it? That's all you want in return for your duties? How much of a raise do you want?" She sounded baffled, and you flushed at the implication that your requests were too low for the task you were going to be performing frequently in the future, which was to fuck every gay girl in the building.

Mustering up your balls, you try again. "How about this then. I get your corner office for my personal use and I can furnish it however I like on the company's tab. I get an immediate salary raise of an extra 100K a year, and I come into work whenever I want with no repercussions."

Judging my Mary's expression, that seemed to be more like what she expected. "The promotion won't be a problem. Are you sure you only want 100K increase to your salary? I could probably negotiate with the other partners to get you up to 150K per year." She seemed unhappy about giving up her room more than the salary increase, which you were guessing was almost nearing the same as some of the senior lawyers at the firm.

Your eyes nearly pop at her casual suggestion of how much money she's offering you, but you aren't going to turn the offer down. You decide to see if you can push things just a little further though. "Can you make that 200K?" you ask her.

Mary looks a little nervous at that, but she nods and says she'll do what she can. "I'm not so sure about you just coming in to work whenever you feel like it though. You wouldn't really be doing much at the company in that case, and I don't know how I can justify that to the other seniors when we're already offering you such large benefits to be staying at our company."

You're feeling a little bolder now after that successful negotiation, and you decide to go on the offensive in the debate for once in your life. "Don't forget that I'm choosing to stay here with this firm and I could leave any time I want. I'm sure there are many other distinguished businesses that would offer me more to join their firms instead. And about coming into work on my own time, now that I have these new duties of mine to fuck gay women such as yourself, unlike work, these duties don't stop when I'm out of the office. You wouldn't want to be the reason that I cannot fulfill my duties to other lesbians in this city and allowing them to apologise, correct?"

It seems like your aggressive stance is the right one, as Mary, the 'lioness of the courtroom', flinched and ducked her head down nodding quickly. "Of course! The company is very happy and proud to have you in our employ! And we wouldn't want to do anything to restrict or interrupt your duties no matter the hour. Please come in whenever you feel like it, and we'll be glad to have you!" You smile smugly, feeling a growing sense of confidence in yourself now that Mary, your previously intimidating boss was basically begging for you to stay at the company.

Mary goes over to the table and quickly pulls out a sheet of paper from her drawer on the other side of her desk and spins it around to face her before she begins writing something on it. "It's a note for HR," she explains to you. "I'm informing them of your new promotion and the details of the position. The salary increase might take a few days to settle, but your salary at the end of the month will be the correct amount," she promises you, to which you nod approvingly.

From your position behind Mary, she is bent over the table standing in just her tights as she scribbles on the paper form. You can see her white undies through the tights as well, and you feel your erection rising at the view of her ass, perfectly framing the crotch on her tights where her pussy was pressed up tightly against her panties. Moving close, you place your hands on her ass and rub your dick through the clothes into the crack between her cheeks. Mary gasped but didn't fight you back and instead bent over further. "I'm guessing you intend to make me apologise by fucking me from behind like this?" she asks you nervously.

You chuckle, telling her "You guessed right."