Executive Decisions

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When this job was offered to me, I knew there was going to be extremely difficult projects that I’d have to manage. But, I didn’t think that my boss would be this demanding.

“Jermaine, I’d like to speak with you about your upcoming cover feature. Please join me in a private Zoom call.”

Dione Foxx, the highest-paid female magazine editor in the city. She got her position not because of her father also being the highest-paid publisher in the city, but because she’s a highly educated and well-prized writer herself. She’s covered and lead teams through the writer’s strike and came out on top with the whole magazine bowing to her for saving their livelihoods. She demands respect as soon as her Loubitons hit the sidewalk in front of the building.

I click the link, suddenly wishing I had shaved a little instead of coming to work with a 5 o’clock shadow. My hands shaking and my breath shallow as the video pops open. And there she is, in all her glory. Her ravenous hair and sapphire eyes pierce back at me.

“Jermaine, I want you to take this next project extremely seriously. I need you to put your whole self into this juicy feature. It’ll be the most explosive cover yet.”

As she’s speaking, her cleavage slowly peeks out of her silk blouse. I take a deep breath, returning my gaze on-to her face. If we were in the office, this type of exchange and blatant banter would never work. I’d lose my job, my career, and she, her reputation. But as we are currently working from home, we’ve grown more comfortable around each other. Flirtatious, even.

As I continue to jot down the notes of every command she makes of me, assuring her I will be diligent about this particular client, I notice she has been deliberate in being extremely secretive about who this client is. I also take note of how now, she’d taken the bun out of her hair so her hair falls beautifully to her breasts. Oh, how much I had longed to smell her in passing again. Her scent is as gorgeous as her smile, which lately I have been the receiver of. I wonder if it’s because we’re all lonely, that she’s been so alluring lately.

She had just gotten divorced, luckily she didn’t have a prenup and got most of her ex-husband’s money. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do to have the opportunity she’s had.

She’s leaning across her desk now, I’ve been so lost in my train of thought that I haven’t even noticed her tits were right THERE in my face! Fuck. She’s such a tease. The worst part is that she know’s she’s toying with me.

“Would you like to know who you’ll be shooting for the cover?” she sighs as she sits her plump hips back into her red leather office chair.

I already have a feeling where this will go.

“Me”

Shit.

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I turn my camera off after giving my favorite junior executive, Jermaine, the opportunity of a lifetime; shooting me for the cover of my own publication. He’s probably wetting his pants right now at the thought.

I’ve been seeing him around the office and finally made a hole in his schedule to fit me in. I knew this would be the perfect timing to finally catch my prey. He’s the hottest young bachelor in our office and I need to snatch him up before all these little whores ruin him. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone to handle me the way I want to be handled, rough but with passion.

I lean back into my chair and I hear a ping, looking down I see it’s a new Zoom call from Chloe, my assistant. What could it be now?

“DIONE!”

I sigh, “Yes, Chloe?”

“Where did you go? You are running late to lunch with your father!”

“He can wait. Guess who I chose to shoot my cover shot?”

She took a second to think about it as if I haven’t been literally talking about him since he got here 3 months ago.

“NOT JERMAINE!?” She screams through the computer.

I laugh and nod.

“NO! I barely got to ask him for his zodiac sign!” She whines. “At least can I get a coffee from him before you devour him?!”

She thinks I’ll devour his manhood when in reality, I want his loyalty. I want him to be faithful to me. I’ve seen the way he lusts after me. Sometimes, I wear no underwear on our calls and allow myself to be wet and turned on by how nervous and flustered he gets. Being home has been too comfortable and I’ve been too lonely. I need some release.

“Chloe, this cannot get out that I intend to make him my senior photographer. I want to announce that myself. Schedule the announcement for me.”

I close the video window and smirk.

“He won’t know what hit him.”

I begin to write out the time and date I’ll need him to meet me at a secret location. I send him some pictures of my past bikini and lingerie shoots for inspiration. I used to have shots made to specifically send to my now ex-husband. But, why not see if this may inspire my new young photographer. ——————

To Be Continued