You run into your boss

As you make your way to your cubicle, you notice your boss coming out of her office. Mercedes Fuentes was about ten years older than you, but very beautiful and curvaceous. Light brown skin with long, dark hair, piercing brown eyes, full lips, d-cup breasts, and a round, but firm ass, Mercedes received attention wherever she went. Though she didn't just receive attention, she demanded it. A very intelligent woman, she had risen up the ranks of the company through smarts, political savvy, and sheer stubborn will to get where she was today. Along with Katherine, Mercedes was one of those women who was stimulating mentally as well as physically. Before you had met Katherine, if Mercedes hadn't been married, as well as your boss, you would have seriously considered asking her out. These days you respected her as both your boss and your friend.

"Morning, Mrs. Fuentes," you greet with a smile. You note she seems to have a bit of an annoyed look on her face. This seems to change when she sees you, a small smile lighting up her face.

"Morning, James. Nice to see you back with us, even though I know it's cutting into your time with Katherine. I would have given you more time off if we could have afforded to," she said apologetically.

"No problem at all," you assure her. You speak a little more quietly. "Are you all right? You look like something's bothering you."

You had known her longer than many of the employers, as a result she had a higher level of trust in you.

"It's that pendejo son of mine," she cursed, though she managed to keep a quiet tone as well.

You knew Mercedes' son, Javier, who was 19 years old. A nice kid, got along with everybody, but seemed to be born with a constant libido and a lack of common sense.

"What did he do this time?" You asked, almost afraid to hear it.

"I..." She looked around to make sure no one was listening in. "I caught him having sex with Mr. Moore's wife in the women's restroom."

"What!?" You realized you had said that much louder than intended, quickly lowering your voice. "Seriously?" Kendra Moore, wife of one half of the company's owners, Jeffrey Moore, was widely thought of, though not spoken too loudly, as being a trophy wife of the big boss. In her late forties, Mrs. Moore was a very attractive woman, always dressed nice, with curves that could attract any man, and some women's, attention. She had no position in the company, but would frequently show up and chat up, and flirt with employees who caught her fancy. Mr. Moore was in his early 70's, and the word was the Mrs. looked elsewhere to have her physical needs met. Of course most employees knew a lot better than to take her up on it. No one wanted to potentially get on Mr. Moore's shitlist. "Did they notice you?"

"She did..puta just smirked at me and told him to fuck her harder. I was so mad, but I couldn't cause a scene, so I just got out of there," Mercedes explained, her skin reddening a little in both embarrassment and anger.

"Have you talked to Javier? Or Mrs. Moore for that matter?"

She shook her head. "I haven't seen either of them yet. I really don't know what to say or do without potentially putting my job in jeopardy," she confessed.

You thought about the situation, wishing you had some good advice.