Good Pet

“Fucking your boss?” Ms. Vanacore supplies bluntly. I nod, surprised to see that she is not surprised by that insinuation, or by the idea itself. “Oh, Tommy,” she says, “anyone who’s anyone who’s ever made it anywhere worthwhile, they’ve slept with people all the way up and down the chain. Even in this office. All those office women turned wives of the bigwigs? They didn’t get promoted just because of their brains, I’ll bet you.”

Part of me doesn’t like her talking about women like Mrs. McKenzie and Mrs. Smith that way. “Even if that is the case, Ms. Vanacore,” I say quietly, very aware that I could make her angry and short-tempered with me again, just like she was when I refused lunch, “even if other people do that, I don’t want to. I want to get and keep where I am because of the good job I do.”

“So, you don’t find me sexy?” The question is so blunt, so pained, it makes me suck in my breath. “So, you don’t find me appealing at all?” She frowns, looking legitimately cut down. “I thought for sure by the way you were looking at me during our interview that you…” Her voice quivers here, and as it does, I feel terrible. I feel lower than dirt.

Against the part of my brain that’s telling me not to fall for this little charade of hers, I rush in and say, “No, that’s not it, Ms. Vanacore. I do find you…attractive…” As this word pops out of my mouth, I feel like I’m about to be shot straight through the head, or placed on the guillotine or in a gas chamber. I feel like I’ve just admitted the unspeakable. The un-admittable.

Some part of my soul screams at me, you fucking fool! You shouldn’t have said anything like that! Now, look what you’ve done! But it’s too late. I’ve already said it, and a change has already come over Ms. Vanacore. One that’s as magical as it is unnerving. She instantly looks brighter. Fuller of life, as if she’s a vampire who lives off people’s confessions of love rather than blood.

“You just don’t want to jump into anything too quickly, is that it?”

I nod. The gesture is against my will, it feels like. I didn’t really want to jump into this at all, let alone quickly. But it’s too late now. I’ve already affirmed the words she put in my mouth.

Ms. Vanacore pulls me closer to her again and puts a hand back on my face. Except, this time, it’s to trace my lips with her slim fingers.

“Well, that’s okay, Tommy. We can move slowly.” She chuckles warmly. But it’s not tender to my ears. It’s suffocating and hypnotizing, and in a way where I might lose myself completely. “You did just start working for me yesterday. So, we can go slowly. We don’t have to be like all these other ‘office romances’—we don’t have to get right to it.” She pauses, looking at me from half-lidded eyes. “But I’d like to show you something either way. I want to show you what you do to me, Tommy, since you look like a young man who doesn’t expect people to find him attractive.”

As she speaks, she unzips her fly, unbuttons her pants, and pulls away the fabric of her underwear down her hips. She sits back on her desk and opens her legs, displaying her pussy for me. It’s wet and red, looking like it’s ready for a good fucking. Something I don’t want to give it.

Ms. Vanacore touches her labia with her fingers and begins to stroke it. “What do you think of her, Tommy? Pretty, isn’t she?” She looks over at me, at the crotch area of my pants, and nods. And that’s when I realize, she’s looking to see if I have an erection. She’s shown her goods, and now she wants me to do the same. “It’s perfect for your big cock,” she murmurs, stroking himself a bit more. Not fast, but thoughtfully.

I flush, moving to push my cock down and hide it her from view.

Ms. Vanacore moans at me as if I’m her cute little boy. “Oh, no need to be shy, son,” she whispers. “It’s only natural for our bodies to react this way. Why not show it to me?”

“I can’t,” I mutter. “It’s not right.”

Ms. Vanacore strokes herself a little faster, less thoughtfully. She does so, getting an eyeful of me. Roaming her eyes up and down my body. “You’re so handsome, son,” she says. She moans, stroking herself more quickly with each passing second. “Delicious looking and big. I’d really like to have a taste of you. But I promised to take it slowly, so for now, this evening, I’ll refrain. I’ll satisfy myself with looking, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go on a diet.”