Be Good to Your Boss
by: Sara Rêver Éveillé
My boss, David Jones is one of the most obnoxious people I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. It was only because Jane had been such good friend with Sally his wife that I had tolerated his company, he however seemed to like me and always wanted to go out drinking. Things got worse when he surprisingly offered me a job at the company he owned, and I could hardly refuse after he made an incredible offer of a vast amount of money and a BMW. All I had to do was hide my hatred and contempt of him and take his money and try to be 'nice'.
I had instantly regretted telling him of my cross-dressing tendencies, but now I had had time to reflect on it I had concocted a plan that might just work out to my advantage.
I waved Jane off from the front door and saw her climb into the back of David's car, he smiled and waved at me and I saw him smile and wink. 'The creep" I thought to myself. I just grinned stupidly and waved back.
As soon as they disappeared from view I went into the garage and took down the large suitcase from the high racking which I had concealed behind a large box, well out of Jane's way, and carried it up to the spare room.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower, and whilst in there shaved my legs using Jane's razor, I hardly had any hairs on my legs and what there was, was quite fair. I used her moisturising, scented soap, and then washed my hair. After drying myself I painted my toenails a simmering pink colour and shaped and painted my fingernails a slightly darker red. After waiting several minutes for them to dry, I went through to the spare room and opened the case.
I took out a smaller soft blue bag and my sexy brown wig, which was full of cascading curls, I pulled it onto my now head which had now dried sufficiently. Once I had the wig on and my nails done I had 'become' Sara once again and felt at ease with my body and mind conflict.
I always feel frustrated when I am my normal male self, because I know that deep within me my other character was dying to come out and be accepted. Its like being in constant pain, and having a switch available to turn it off, but never having the time or opportunity to get at it.
Sara sat at the dressing table and began to put on her make-up, one of her most enjoyable times. A fine coat of base foundation was enough to conceal my masculine skin texture, and with the rouge and eyeliner Sara's face began to come out of the 'fog'. Once she had finished with the eye shadow, black mascara and eyebrow pencil she looked almost perfect. The final touch came with the red glossy lipstick, Sara was back and she looked lovely. I smiled at myself and blew a kiss.
A tube of glue looked at me and I knew what was next, I opened the blue bag and picked out a breast form. I ran a ring of glue around the edge and placed it carefully on my chest checking in the mirror to ensure correct positioning. The glue 'set' almost straight away and as I slowly took may hand away the weight shifted to my chest. The other breast form followed and I looked proudly at my breasts as they stood firm and heavy. Although they were only small, for I did not like big busts, they felt huge and moved so naturally.
Back to the suitcase for my clothes, I picked out a black lace up corset and stepped into it and eased it up my tiny-framed body. I had been dieting and exercising for years now, and had been very careful not to put on a paunch or develop non-feminine muscles. I had decided to wear the corset because it emphasises my figure and felt very sexy and daring. Although it had laces up both the back and the front, sadly it was only ever the front laces that were used. One day someone would lace me into it, and I could hardly wait for the day. I tugged and pulled at the laces as I slowly threaded them through the eyes on either side, finally it was fully laced and I gradually pulled it tighter and tighter until it began to hurt, I tied a knot at the top and tucked the ends away.
I returned to the case and took out a pair of tight black lace panties and painfully bent over to step into them. I then eased them up my long legs and tucked Sara's clit away. Next from the case was a matching lace bra which I fastened around my new bust. The stockings, which I had decided to wear, were a pair of black Jonathon Ashton's with seams and Cuban heels. I knew I had chosen trashy underwear but for the plan I had in mind I had to make sure David would be driven wild. It was a pleasurable experience as ever sliding the sheer silky nylon up my long smooth legs. And I was very careful to make sure that my seams were straight, as I fastened then to the suspenders and adjusted them taught.
My underwear complete it was now the time to choose a dress. I went to Jane's wardrobe and took out a blue knee length Liz Claiborne one that I had helped her choose. I knew at the time of choosing that it would fit me if I wore my corset and I had been looking forward to trying it on. I took it from the hanger and unzipped it, and held it down at calf level for me to step into. I carefully pulled it up my silky legs and tightly boned waist until I could thread my arms through the lacy sleeves. Once my arms and been encased in the delicate lace I eased it up over my breasts and onto my shoulders. Then the delicate task of pulling the zip up, it as ever was a painful task reaching behind my shoulder blades to get the zip up those final inches. I looked at myself in the mirror I was right the dress fitted my tiny waist well and felt wonderful.
The last thing from the case was a pair of 3" heeled black patent leather stilettos. I slipped my painted nylon encased toes into them and slowly pulled them onto my cuban heels. Sara was complete and she felt wonderful and particularly alluring.
I got my car keys and climbed into the car, which was still garaged, and pressed the remote to open the garage doors. Sunlight burst in through them as they got higher and I brought the red 2.8 engine to life. I reversed out into the driveway and closed the garage with the remote control. Driving the car was a tricky experience in the high heels but I went carefully and arrived at David's house to see his Jaguar parked outside the front door.
I climbed out and stood in front of the huge wooden doors, plucking up courage to use the keys he gave me to open the door. I could feel the sunlight on the back of my nylons and felt very nervous. Suddenly before I had the time to reconsider, the door opened and David stood before me.
"Roger? is that you?" he asked incredulously.
"No dear, my name is Sara!" I retorted quite angrily.
"Oh I'm sorry my dear. I was expecting someone else, I had no Idea that you would be so er convincing." He said in a rather apologetic tone.
"Well can I come in?" I asked stepping through the doorway.
"Yes of course." he said as he watched me enter. I felt his beady eyes looking me up and down. So I laid on a bit of a wiggle especially for him. "Roger, I mean Sara...you look fabulous. I had no Idea that you would be so,"
"So feminine?" I butted in.
"I cannot believe it, you really do look like a girl, how on earth did you do it?"
"Don't worry about how, David, just believe." I smiled at him and took off my coat, and hung it placed it over a rather expensive looking antique chair. I then took his hand and led him through to the lounge.
"Now why don't you pour us a nice drink, I suppose you have some champagne? I just love champagne?" I enquired as I let go of his slightly sticky and podgy hand. I also knew that he couldn't handle his champagne and on several occasions I had seen him pass out after only drinking several glasses. And if I knew David at all well, I had bet he had already had a few whiskeys.
"er of course, I think I have a bottle in the fridge, I'll be right back." He said as he waddled through to the kitchen.
If I was having second thoughts then I was convinced now that what I was going to do to him was right. The man was awful and deserved everything I was going to do to him. I followed him through to the kitchen to find him holding two glasses and a large chilled bottle of 'champers', I watched as he popped the cork and poured to frothy glasses out of it.
"Here you are Sara, my dear," he said handing me a glass. I caught a snatch of his foul breath as he said it. "Now why don't we go and make ourselves comfortable and get aquatinted." He breathed on me again. I turned away and led him through to the lounge. I sat on a huge white leather sofa, and as I did my corset dug into me and I winced, in pain.
"Are you all right, my dear?" the creep asked.
"Oh I'm fine, its just my corset, I must have laced it a little to tightly, the things us girls go through for you men!" I said in mocking tones.
"Well I must congratulate you on your appearance. You look stunning, when you said you liked to cross-dress I had no idea that you could possible look so good." He said as he plonked his fat arse next to me, and placed his hand on my thigh.
"Ah, suspenders too." he said and I grinned at him, and replied.
"Of course, I know how much you like a girl to dress in stockings and suspenders." I said to appease him. He had terrorised quite a few of the secreatries at work, and I had heard of several complaints of him feeling them up.
We sat and chatted for a while, as he continued to maul my thighs. I tried to put up with it, but I kept getting up and walking about trying to keep my distance whilst continually refreshing his glass with the champagne, and showing him plenty of my stockings. I could tell that the drink was beginning to have its effect as he began to slur his speech.
"Swthweety, come back over here and sthop walking about." He complained.
"Soon darling." I said pouring him another glass of bubbly. I stood in front of him and looked down at my legs. "Oh dear, look at my seams, they are all crooked you are naughty you should have told me." I then lifted the hem of my dress up and began to adjust my suspenders. When I was happy I had teases him enough I let my dress fall back down into place.
"You ahve fabwoulosh legsh Sarwa." Suddenly he fell to the floor on his knees and crawled toward me, as I stood infront of the huge french windows.
"Sarwa, let me kissth you." He tried to say.
"Darling the only place you can kiss me is, down here." I said pointing at my crotch.
Without any hesitation he lifted my dress and stook his head underneath, his hand all over my ass as he licked my salivated on my nylons. I felt him tug my panties to one side and pull my erect clit from the lacy confines. I wobbled on my heels as he took me into his mouth and began to suck at it.
I leant back onto the windowsill and let him enjoy me, after all a blow job is a blow job and he was doing rather a good job of it. He came up for air a couple of times grinning at me with saliva dripping down his chin.
"More darling" I cried, "I'm about to cum" I encouraged him, pushing his head back down. I buried my clit back into his mouth and within seconds exploded my semen into his mouth.
I watched as he fell back onto the carpet, his eyes in a glaze and my love juices streaming over his cheek. It looked like he had been hit over the head, his eyes rolled in their sockets and he starred up at the ceiling.
"Are you ok David?" I enquired with false concern. There was no reply. "David?" I said as I knelt over him slapping his podgy cheeks. It was no good he was unconscious the drink and the euphoria had taken its toll. I smiled and congratulated myself, it was time to put my plan into action.
I lifted him up onto the sofa and pulled his unbuckled his belt and trousers off. Then went over to my coat and took out my digital camera. I positioned it carefully to ensure that when I set the timer it would take a picture of him. I then kicked off my own panties then took of his underpants. I began to work on his limp dick, trying to bring it to life. Slowly it began to grow in my hand but he never even stirred. I went back to the camera and set it to take pictures every 30 seconds.
I returned to David who looked even more repulsive with his trouser round his ankles and a big fat erection standing proudly over his fat hairy belly. I sat down next to him and took hold of his dick and began to reluctantly massage it. I pulled my own skirt up to reveal my erect clit and placed David's hand on it. The camera clicked into action, and after each shot I changed position. I ended up by pulling him down on to my erect clit and sticking it in his mouth again. I was pleased when the last shot came and I could finally push him off me.
I pulled on my panties and straightened my dress I thought I saw him move. So I quickly picked up my camera and coat and left before he fully recovered. The journey home was far more pleasant than the journey there and I let the sunroof down. The wind blew my hair and the radio blared as I carefully threaded my way through the traffic.
It was about three hours later that I got a call from David on my mobile phone. He was very humble and so very apologetic about his performance and incapability and promised to make it up to me sometime. I told him it was not a problem and that he shouldn't worry about it, but suggested that he check his email as an important message awaited him.
The message was quite simple.
David,
You will see from the attached images that you have been caught in a very compromising situation. Unless you give me the majority shareholding in the company and you sell off your remaining shares, the pictures will be emailed off to all your clients and the national press.
Love
Sara
+The End+
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