After Hours

Aaron tossed his briefcase down onto the guest chair in his office, stretching out. He'd gone out to get some dinner and came back to find ... Betty sitting behind his desk. She had her legs crossed, looking at him.

"The project's due on Monday. And you go out to eat with friends?" Betty asked, disapprovingly.

"You're not my mom," Aaron said petulantly. "You're my assistant."

"I'm about the only thing keepin' your white ass from being fired," she responded. He closed his mouth, just gaping on her.

"Get down on your fucking knees," Betty ordered. Aaron's eyes bugged out, but he complied, sinking down onto his knees before the ebony Goddess.

"Look at you. Privileged little rich bitch boy," she said. She walked around him, then nudged the toe of her heels into his crotch. "Typical white boy. Disrobe."

She watched him strip, noticing how weak he was, how soft he was ...and that was before she saw the little four inches, bobbing stiff, dangling between his thighs.

"Very typical white boy," she corrected herself.