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"THE BOSS AT WORK"


I’ve been trying to work with 
her for some time now but the 
damn general manager won’t 
allow it. who knows why it 
just isn’t happening. today I 
got to work with her for just 
an hour but in she came with 
her big ass hugged up inside 
those tight black jeans and 
makeup so thick, I’d never 
recognize her without it. 
she’s called me a few times, 
asking if I could come in, 
asking if I would mind going 
to another store but all the 
chances came up short. I 
asked her if she talked to 
our boss about us working 
together and she said it was 
denied. before I left, I told 
her I’d give her my number, 
if it was easier than opening 
my file to get it. I wrote it 
down on paper: TEXT ME 
ANYTIME. CALL OUTS. BACK UP. 
LIGHT BANTER OR GENERAL 
CONVERSATION. before I left, 
I slid her the paper and she 
put it in her pocket over her 
left breast. she looked up at 
me, stared into my eyes 
longer than a boss should and 
stuttered. “I-I-I’ll be 
talking to you soon.” this 
was not a statement from a 
boss to an employee. she 
turned to walk away but kept 
her eyes on me. I kept my 
eyes on her ass and there 
they stood until she turned 
the corner out of my sight. 
I’ve seen asses like that 
before, I’ve been with asses 
like that before, so there 
was no imagining what sat 
under those jeans. I knew. 
I’m not too sure of her plans 
but if they lead to some 
good, old fashioned coworker 
coitus, I’m in. management has 
its privileges. there are 
rewards. at the very most, I 
get to eat for free. after 
all, if I can’t bring myself 
to engage in coitus with my boss, 
then what the hell am I doing 
here?


By: Chicano Eddie
4202017

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