Fridays

“Cute avatar,” he said. “Not very discrete making it look so much like you though. And perhaps even the name ‘Nixy’ was a bit too much of a giveaway.” He tapped a couple of keys. “I am surprised our controls don’t block a site like this.”

“Me too,” I mumbled and then bit my lip. I had originally been thrilled when I realised I could access from work. Dumb dumb dumb.

“True stories?” he asked casually.

I hesitated. I might have even blushed. In fact, I’m sure I did. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I think I shrugged slightly, but the warm blood spreading to my hairline probably told him more than enough.

“In addition to your stories, it seems you’ve been chatting. With someone called … foxyfreeeek341?” I didn’t answer, so he went on, “Man,” he read, “is my bottom sore! After last night I can barely sit down. I’ll bet it’s glowing bright enough everyone can see it through my skirt.”

Oh god. He actually had my chat transcript? Blush on top of blush. I didn’t even know that was possible!

“Is that true, Miss Valentine? Is your bottom sore?”

Now he was just being a prick, I thought. So I goofed off at work. So I’m probably fired. Does he have to look at me like that? Does he have to totally humiliate me? Does he have to look so fucking sexy while he’s doing it? I didn’t answer. What could I say?

“Let’s see,” he said.

“What?” My eyes went wide, because he didn’t say it in a ‘Hmm, let’s see’, kind of way, but with a ‘I want you to show me’ meaning.

“Let’s see if your bottom really is red.”

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I glanced at the door. It was shut. I glanced back at him. No more smile. He was dead serious. I wanted to ask if I was fired, but then I thought better of it. If I was fired he surely would have just done it, right? Not asked to take a look at my ass first? I considered, then somehow got myself to act. My hands went to my waist and I slowly began to pull my straight skirt up. I hesitated.

“Keep going,” he said. “I want to know if you’re a liar, or just lazy.”

I admit that stung. I deserved it, I supposed. I knew I shouldn’t have been wasting time at work. I knew I wasn’t allowed to access adult websites from work. But I never lied, never to anyone. So by god I was going to prove it.

I turned around so I didn’t have to look at his face anymore, and I slid my skirt up over my hips. I’d worn lace white panties that day. The kind that hug around the hips. Part of my bum would be exposed. Enough for him to see the pink sheen I was certain must still be there after the fun and games of the previous night.

Nothing. No response. Just me, standing there with my skirt around my waist, showing my sexy boss my ass. This was so not what I had planned to do today. I glanced over my shoulder, and he eyes were fixed on my bottom.

“Barely even pink, really, but no, you were definitely telling the truth.” He slowly tore his eyes away and met my gaze. “You can pull your skirt down,” he said.

I did. Trying, idiotically, to look modest and demure. Good job, Nixy, I thought. “Am I fired?” I finally asked.

He paused. “We have options for dealing with this, I’m sure.”

“Options?” My voice squeaked when I said it, so I repeated, more softly. “Options?”

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