The Boss

Ivan took an splendid impression of me. Of an integral slut, I get it. 

At the bathroom's hallway, telling my best friend to please rescue me from the worst blind date of my life. On contrary to my "date", Ivan wore lipstick on his shirt, arms made of steel underneath and regarded Lucia with bery little shame while a stunning brunetter waiting for him at his table.

He was breathtakingly handsome, but also direct. He called me a j*rk and started giving advice about how to put off your date correctly. I could understand he had a lot of experience experience on the subject even more so taking into account that after I told himself to go f*ck himself and sitting down at the table with my "date" again, he didn't miss a beat to sit at my table as well, pretending to be an old classmate from school.

He saved me from my date, embarrassed me to death and a couple of hours later made me moan and scream as I never had before. Tied, among other things. The following day I woke up and fled the apartment before he stopped drooling on the bed and headed towards my new job at the office trying to regain composure over my panties and my dignity.

My boss arrived three hours late. If during dinner I almost died of embarrassment, once I saw that my new boss was suspiciously identical to Ivan, and was smiling with a know-it-all face, I realized I was totally screwed. In every sense of the word.

Of all the men in the world, I just had to pick this one for a night of shamelessly rampant sex, I just had to pick my boss. My sexy, shameless, dominant, and f*cking hypnotic boss.

Warning: A romantic comedy with explicit erotica not apt for classist. It contains obcsene  language, sex, and dirty play.