Christina is your Boss

DING Final floor, necktie too tight. Breath, just breath. You really need this job, it's a matter of life and death. Angie, your girlfriend will always be there for you. The mere thought of her suffice to make you smile... But... she just can't provide for the two of you. You stop in front of the large wooden door. 9 PM. Everybody already left the office. You're going to walk in there and get that job ! knock,knock

" Enter please." says the commanding and confident voice of Christina, the CEO of the company.

You brace yourself as you grab the doorknob and enter the room

You are immediatly struck by the strong perfume smell that lingers in the room. This pungent and sugary perfume that she exudes. Something almost sexual in a weird floral way. The fragrance almost raping your senses making you weak and subsmissive.

" Sit."

You obey. Legs crossed, Christina's gaze is weighing on you. You know what they say... And yet here you are...

Catherina sits in front of you, crossing, descrossing her legs. An evil smirk on her face.

" Tell me, what do you want in life ?" She asks as she pulls out her long ivory cigarette holder.

" I... I want this job !" you finaly manage to articulate, trying to keep your eyes on hers.

" Good, good..." She lights up her cigarette and pulls a hit.

" I'm willing to do whatever it takes to have it !"

Those words came out of your mouth without you ever thinking what this could imply. A light flickers in Christina's pupils. She exudes her smoke in your face.

" Of course you do, but you are no moron ain't you ? You know everything comes at a price ?"

You nod nervously

" I do need someone for a special kind of job" She takes another hit on her cigarette and keeps talking in voice lowered by the smoke in her throat.

" You see, i have needs... But, i don't know if you'll make the cut" she says in a subtly menacing tone.

Lowering your head, you get on your knees and hold your hands in pray.

" Please, please i need this job..." you sob.

You think about how pathetic you must look from her point of view. 32, no job experience whatsoever. A looser. She crushes her smoke, a smirk on her face.

" Well i guess you are going to have to show me that you know how to obey properly " her voice, a low hum, as she spreads her legs, unveiling her pubic hair.