Time to get ahead at work!

"To the office, Veronica." You order from the back of your new ride. You allow yourself a smile as you spread out in the roomy interior and sink into the ultra comfy seats. The smooth ride is soothing and you find yourself almost nodding off, so it's a bit of a jolt when Veronica opens your door and announces that you've arrived.

"I sure have." You say to no one in particular while climbing out of the vehicle. You throw your shoulders back and strut into the building. The drab walls and dour looks on everyone's face tells you nothing here has changed at all. You spot a familiar face and walk over to your buddy Walter.

"Hey Wally," you greet him. You're not exactly friends, but he's a nice enough guy. Always friendly and never fails to lend you a hand when you're overworked (which is always). He's a sallow looking fellow, a bit overweight and painfully awkward with the ladies in the office. Not in a creepy way, though, just shy.

"John, the boss is looking for you. She's pissed that you didn't show up on time this morning. Hope you got a good story to cover your ass, otherwise you might lose it!" He tells you in hushed tones.

"Thanks, man. I got it covered," you reply while scribbling on his arm. "Hey, did you ever ask out what's-her-name?"

Women find themselves interested in him when offered drinks.

"No, why?"

"She's interested, man. I heard it myself. Go ask her out for drinks," you implore to him. He looks at you dubiously but doesn't argue any further. It's not a sure thing, but you gave him his best chance.

You take a moment to bask in the warmth of your charitableness. It doesn't last long.

"John Doe," you hear behind you. "My office, now." Your witch of a boss calls out to you before she marches off. Casting an eye roll and a wink to Walter, you turn and take off to hear your fate.

Your boss is a devil in heels. Her name's Melinda but she insists as being called "ma'am" whenever someone addresses her. She's a typical conservative type, but still wears form fitting blouses and jackets with matching pencil skirts. You'd call her a tease, but she's also the biggest prude in the building. She somehow seems oblivious to her D-cup chest and tight ass that sways as she walks.

You seem to arrive at Melinda's office first. Typical power play on her part. She's probably getting another cup of coffee or taking a piss just to annoy you. That's fine. You decide to take pen to flesh again.

Work punishments can only include pay raises and paid time off

You plop down in Melinda's chair and put your feet up while you wait. As expected, she rounds the corner, coffee cup in her hand. She fixes you with an icy stare and utters just a single syllable. "Move."

You give her a silly grin and get up. Silently, you scoop up her wrist and compose another masterpiece.

When upset, unconsciously fellates inanimate objects and plays with nipples

Melinda takes no notice of you as you do this. Before she even sits down, you can see her placing a hand on her breast, her thumb brushing the sensitive skin underneath. After taking a sip from her coffee, she idly picks up a pen from her desk and gently caresses the cap with her fingers. You enjoy the show for a minute or two while she pretends to be busy with her computer. You know she's not actually doing anything because she never stops fondling herself. Finally, she addresses you.

"You're late," she says flatly. These words seem to trigger her other new trait as she brings the pen to her mouth and begins sucking on it. Slowly pulling it out and pushing it in, she leaves hints of red lipstick along its length. She looks at you expectantly.

"Uh..." is all you can muster for a moment before giving yourself a shake. "Yep! Sure am." You give her another dopey smile.

She with draws out the pen, her tongue swirling around it before she pauses to speak. "Insubordination will not be tolerated, Mr. Doe. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't give the next week off!" She must be really upset with you. She undoes a couple buttons and slips her hand inside her blouse to start pulling at her nipple.

"Hmmm...." You take a long moment pretending to think of a reason. "I could give you a ride in my new car? I just got it today. It's really comfortable."

Her nostrils flare and her hand begins twisting and turning beneath her blouse. Without breaking eye contact, she slams the pen down and reaches for a projector remote. Her tongue runs up one side and then the other before she pushes is deep down into her throat. *Uck!* *cough* *Uck!* She addresses you again once she withdraws it. "Since you can't seem to respect my authority, I'm afraid I have ****. One month paid time off and a 20% increase to your salary. Now get out of my office and remember that you brought this upon yourself!"

"So...what about that ride? Should I take that as a maybe?" You can't help yourself but provoke her.

"Out!"

Suddenly, you get an idea. "Ok, ok! I'm leaving," you say. Taking out your marker again, you create another inscription.

Orgasms whenever someone mentions her name

You chuckle to yourself as you go. You can still hear the rapid *gak gak gak* even through the closed door. You go back to your desk to send off a quick email. You address the entire office to remind them to wish Melinda a happy birthday today.

It doesn't take long for the sounds of your handy work to make their way to you.

"Happy birthday, Melinda!"

"Yes, happy birthday, Melinda!"

"Melinda, happy birthday!"

*Grooooaaannn*

Ah, another job well done, you congratulate yourself silently.