Have Rachel get you a meeting with the boss, Ms. Walsh

By the time I finished work, I had started wondering if there was a way I could fix it so I didn't need to work anymore. A meeting with the boss would do it, but she had started several companies in the last couple years and spent more time managing them all out of her home than coming here. Then I realized I had a good way in.

I went to Rachel's desk and caught her as she prepared to leave for the day. After looking around to make sure everyone else in accounting had gone home, I said, “Roses are red.”

Rachel dropped her purse onto her desk. “How may I serve you, Master?” Her voice still had the sleepy tinge from before, but with a lusty edge now. It made me want to rip her clothes off right there, but this wasn't the place.

“Rachel, you deliver documents to Ms. Walsh's home sometimes, right?”

“Yes Master.”

“Excellent,” I said, feeling a little like a super villain. I grabbed some blank sheets of paper off her desk and handed them to her. “These are important documents that you need to drop off at her place on the way home. Because you've found me so attractive lately, you're going to make up an excuse to ask me to go with you.”

“That sounds wonderful, Master.” Again, the needful way she responded made it hard to resist throwing her onto her desk. I almost did, but Mitch rounded the corner right then, headed for his desk to work on a project that he'd been putting in long hours on. He wasn't leaving any time soon, so I had to.

“Violets are blue,” I whispered rapidly. When Rachel blinked awake I said, “Hi Rachel, what have you got there?”

She smiled at me, much friendlier than she ever had before. Glancing down at the blank papers, she said, “Just some spreadsheets I need to deliver to Ms. Walsh. Hey, could I ask you a favor? My car has really been giving me trouble lately, and I'm worried it will break down on the way there. Would you mind riding along with me, just in case? Please?”

“Oh, you don't have to say 'please', Rachel. I'd be glad to ride along.”

“Wonderful,” said the lovely secretary. She hooked her arm through mine and off we went. When we passed by Mitch's desk he looked at our linked arms and gave me a thumbs up sign.

I rode shotgun in Rachel's car, which was practically new, she wasn't even trying to pretend her excuse was real. We chatted on the way, flirting more and more. At one point she glanced down at my lap and saw my obvious hard on tenting my trousers. Normally I would have tried to hide it, but knowing that I could control time and minds, I let her look. It was such a rush when she smiled and winked at me. It made me even more daring, after that I barely looked away from her big breasts as we talked. Of course she loved that, too.

When we arrived at Ms. Walsh's house, Rachel pulled up to the gate, rolled down her window, and pressed the speaker button.

“Yes?” said a bored male voice.

“Hey Jack, it's Rachel. Sorry to come by so late, but I have some papers for Ms. Walsh.”

“Just a second,” said Jack over the intercom. The gate slid aside with a loud grinding noise.

Rachel drove the car up the longest driveway I've ever seen. It had tall trees all the way up it, making it impossible to see the house until we pulled into the driveway. When I finally did see it, I was floored. I knew the boss had done really well in the last couple of years with all her new companies, but the three story house with the six car garage blew me away. Rachel parked the car and we headed inside as I considered what I should do with Ms. Walsh.