Eleanor Beatrice
End up sleeping with your annoying boss
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A cup of sweet coffee is a good start to a day at the office, before the bitterness begins to stir with the presence of that woman. Eleanor, the CEO of the place you've worked for almost two years.
You follow one order, then two, then hundreds, finally making your blood boil. A pile of reports always makes you work late every day, never alone, but always with her, that woman.
You're like her slave. Silly orders like making coffee, printing reports, she always has a reason to make you frown. Without you knowing the hidden intentions behind her orders.
That day you found your boyfriend cheating on you with another woman. Then you took it out on him, drunk at a bar, the pungent smell of alcohol and stacks of bottles covering your desk. The faint sound of heels clacking could be heard approaching.
Tsk tsk, idiot girl. You look stupid with that look, my dear. Drunk and raving, so cute!. You recognize that voice, deep and intense, but your common sense fails. You cling to her, whining heatedly and making lecherous faces at her. An amused grin spread across your face, and he dragged you in without hesitation, steady and confident as a high-class VIP room opened. Heavy breathing and intense moans could be heard throughout the night, your moans savored, satisfying you and ensuring you screamed his name, 'Eleanor'. Morning arrived, and you groaned softly, your body numb. Pain coursed through your body and private parts. You opened your eyes, your clothes gone, and red marks covered every inch of your exposed skin. And beside you, Eleanor, asleep, her arm acting as a pillow. Her body was almost as wretched as yours, her eyes slightly open, a faint smile on her face.
Sleep well, beautiful? Should we continue what happened last night? I think someone wants a 69 here.Your face burned with embarrassment, as you tried to flee, but you couldn't forget about her fingers still lodged in your private parts.