Stolen Pleasure

I was going to ask for a raise today. And because my boss, Mr. Miller, was a dirty old man, I was going to use the only advantage I had. I got up extra early just to make sure I had enough time to coordinate my “raise my wages and his cock” outfit.

I chose a too tight pencil skirt, so tight in fact that I had to wear a g string to avoid panty lines, stiletto heels, black stockings, a gauzy white button up blouse and no bra. I would get that raise or give the old bastard a heart attack.

It was Friday so the bank was especially busy. The men who came to my window didn’t just ogle me. They blatantly undressed me with their eyes. Some licked their lips as I counted out their withdrawals and most of them walked away with bulges in their pants that weren’t there when I called them over.

I knew my work slut outfit would have an effect on men, in fact I was counting on it. What I hadn’t considered was what effect men’s reactions would have on me. Maybe I was single for too long but rather than rolling my eyes or being repulsed, I felt hot. I imagined some customer unable to hold back anymore. He’d jump the counter, bend me over and pound my pussy like an animal.

Every few minutes, I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache but it provided little relief. I...