Samantha gets scolded

Susan sighed in frustration and pushed her glasses up with one hand. "Samantha," She said with a tone of disgust. "Would you mind explaining why you're over twenty minutes late, and while your at that, please, explain your appearance."

Samantha panted and leaned on the front of the desk, eliciting another disgusted look from Susan. Droplets of sweat fell from her forehead onto the dark mahogany wood of the desk. "I... well..." Samantha thought to herself, her mind hazy from the heat, "I... think I may be... coming down with something."

Once again, Susan sighed with frustration, "And you decided you would come into work anyways? If this is true then you should have called ahead and taken the day off. Hell, by just talking to you, I could be getting sick myself." Susan sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Do you at least know what you've caught?"

Samantha looked down at her feet like a scolded child, she could only shake her head. Yet, strangely, she found herself being turned on by Susan's tone. She was so strong, confident, she was a woman who knew what she wanted and she pursued it at all costs. Just now, Samantha could picture herself naked between her legs, being led to eat away at her boss' wet pussy, licking and kissing and... what was she thinking!

Samantha took a step back as she realized she had been staring at Susan without saying anything. "I... um..."

"Why were you staring at me like that Samantha?" Susan asked with dead seriousness.