Yes dinner with the boss

As you pull up to your bosses house, you think about fucking his wife in front of him. Cucking him, making him realise how inferior he is. Maybe then you’ll command him to buy you coffee every day. You think about taking Sarah from behind while Vincente cooks you dinner or cleans your car. Fuck this, why not get him to sign everything he owns over to you now.

Its as you push the door bell that you realise how far you’ve fallen. What do you did to Carmen, it was hot, and you feel blood move south as you think about it but was it right? Sure she had been a bitch to you for the last couple of years. Sure fucking her boss had given her privileges that she hadn’t earned. Did that make it ok to **** her like that? You were changing. These powers were changing you.

The door opens and Sarah answers it in a neat pant suit. It fits well on her, tight only in the right places, open at the front so there’s more than a hint of cleavage, but conservative enough to be classy.

You think about her degenerating into a horny little slut begging on her knees to be fucked. This is not you you think as you enter into the house. The decor is very well done. Artistic sculpture on what look like antique tables dot the hallway. This is way above your pay grade and you wonder what Sarah does for a living as the Chief’s salary wouldn’t cover this.

An oven pinger goes.

“Give me a minute” Sarah says, “I just need to let the lamb rest, you’re ok with lamb right”

“Sure that sounds amazing”

The chief meets you in the dining room with a glass of redline.

“There’s the wonder kid” He says with a smile.

“So Marco has been telling me about this case you’ve been working on” Sarah calls from the kitchen. The chief’s first name is Marco. That feels weird but you guess you’re on first name terms now. “I heard about a gun fight in the warehouse. That sounds terrible”

“It was hard, but my partner got it much worse than me” You tell her.

She comes in with a big leg of roast lamb and greens. Its an amazing spread, Steam rises of roast potatoes. She puts a good chunk of it on your plate.

“So what sort of stuff were they bringing in?” She asks as you all tuck in. The wine is deep and earthy, perfect compliment to the lamb. Maybe after you fuck her you’ll make her your chef. Again that does not feel like you’re kind of thinking.

“You know, usual stuff, antiques and the like” you tell her.

“Anything unusual?” She asks, arrows narrowing.

“No, run of the mill stuff” You say.

“Nothing that might give a young man super powers, then?”

Your brain screeches to a halt like a train stopping abruptly, your brain seems to rattle in your skull.

“What do you mean?” You say but your words come out strange, you’re groggy, you struggle up, you manage to stand but the world is blurry. You reach for your trouser zip, but your hand doesn’t seem to be listening.

“Just relax” She tells you with a cariverous smile.

The darkness takes you as you pass out.