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The Big Boss Lady 1/2
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The Big Boss Lady
by
Warren J. Vehec
"You're hired, " was the words I'd been hoping for. I spent
weeks after weeks, trying to find a job as a sale manager. I've got a
degree in sales, but because of no experience, almost all of the
companies wouldn't hire me. Except for one firm owned by Ms.
Suzan Sager. From what I understand, she sells any kind of sex
equipment she can get her hands on. From condoms to the torture
racks, even the computer generated mind sex that just barely came
out.
I couldn't tell much about Ms. Sager, because she was
sitting behind a large desk. She's a beautiful honey brown hair
woman, who's in her early forties. Her black leather business
jacket that she was wearing, jutted almost straight out and then
tightly straight down to her narrow waist. It hinted that she's a
very large busted lady. Through out during the interview, she was
very serious about her business. She likes to smile a lot as she
talks.
Her huge office was luxuriously decorated with expensive
items. At one wall, she had a large painted portrait of herself in a
ivory frame. Below the picture, was a long glass showcase. Inside
the glass was various antique unaccustomed torture devices she
had imported from different countries. Next to it was a full wet
bar.
On the opposite wall, was a TV set embedded into the wall
with a complete stereo equipment. About two feet away was a full
bathroom with a walk-in closet. The closet has a full set of clothes
for different occasion.
At the same wall, there was another room off set to the
side. In the room, there was a large spa sunken into the floor,
surrounded by live tropical plants. I could also see a hologram
projector, which only the filthy rich people could afford.
Further back into the room, behind the glass doors was a
sun room. It was filled with all kinds of exercise provisions. It had
everything from dumbbell to a treadmill. Most of the weight were
free-weights, almost no machines. At one side of the suite, there
was also a double metallic sliding doors, which I had no idea
what's it for.
There was a window, which overlooks her warehouse and
the city, behind her desk. She also has close circuit TV under the
window which probably covered every room in this building.
There is a double wooden doors that opens electronically
behind me, which leads out of her office. Ms. Sager's office is
upon the seventh floor.
The honey brown hair lady asked a series of question about
my personal life. I answered her that I was single and had no
dependents. I have no girlfriend and lead a pretty quite life.
She told me if I wanted the job, I would have to move onto
her property for security reason. She assured me, that there would
be no rent to paid, but she has some very strict rules that I would
have to go by. She handed me a sheet of paper for me to read her
rules. And handed me another stack of paper which contained the
regulation of her business.
The rules were pretty much the same as a hotel. I wasn't
surprise when I came across a rule that contained 'No Intercourse
Allowed Within the Building', but it pissed me off. There were
other rules I never heard of before. I wasn't allowed to leave the
grounds for anything. If there was something I wanted, I would
have to apply for the item.
Most of the rules rubbed me in the wrong way, but I
wanted the job very badly. So, I accepted the job and the ground
rules. Ms. Sager beamed at me as I signed the papers in agreement
that I will followed the regulation to the letter.
"Don't worry about your clothes and things. My secretary
will arrange them to be brought here, " my boss said as she handed
me a electronic pass card. She also told me that her secretary will
give me the tour of the building and my room. The card was my
only key that I will have, so I was not to lose it.
As if it were a cue, I heard the door behind me opened and
closed. I turned around and my jaw dropped. There stood the
most sexist female I ever seen in my life.
She was a brunette who stood about 5'5" tall. Her long legs
were encase in black fishnet stockings with black thigh boots. She
also wore a black leather swimsuit that had long sleeves with
zipper from the wrist to the elbow. And there was one long zipper
up the center of her suit.
The leather stretched tight across her hips and tummy, but
it stretched even tighter at her huge bust. The zipper almost
gouged into her skin as it was half way up the suit. I could see her
pink halo peeking over the edge of her suit. In short her suit left
nothing to the imagination.
Her face was just as beautiful as the rest of her figure. Her
long brunette fell over her shoulders in waves. Her green eyes
were in despaired as I looked into them.
"Melissa, what is the meaning of this ?", demanded Ms.
Sager. "I'm sorry Ms. Sager, I didn't know you had company. The
art department was behind schedule, so they asked me to be their
model. They gave me the only suit they had, which is one size too
small. I thought you could help me closing this thing around my
chest", said the busty brunette.
The honey brown hair lady turned to me and asked, "Tony,
can you help her out please?" I got up without a word to help a
damsel in distress. After struggling with it, I finally close the
zipper.
The color left Melissa's cheeks as she thanked me. I could-
n't help eyeballing her huge breast that was being crushed by her
leather suit. The top of her suit was jammed with tit flesh. I had to
refrain myself from touching her.
Before she left, Ms. Sager asked her to return as soon as
possible when the art department was done with her. Suzan
handed me a stack of papers for me to fill out. It was the W-2
forms and I.D. paperwork.
About an hour later, Melissa had returned just as I finished
the papers. The secretary was instructed to give me a tour of the
company and shown to my room. To my surprise, the secretary
had changed her clothes to a plain looking dress which showed no
sex appeal, but she still wore her high heel boots.
I followed the busty woman out the door. We talked while
she showed me the layout of the company. She showed me how to
use the electronic card in order to access something that might be
otherwise off limit to the other personnel.
The building was larger than I thought it was. It had a
gym and a swimming pool at one section of the building. There
was also a complete library of books, video, and music tape, but
any kind of pornography and sex stuff was to be bought with your
own money and kept to yourself. The mind sex computer was
available, but you needed Ms. Suzan Sager's permission.
The tour ended at my room. I was sorry to see Melissa go.
I had a raging hard on despite the plain dress she wore. I was not
only turned on by her physical appearance, but also by her
personality. Unfortunately, I wasn't allow to invite her in for a
night cap. I could have sworn, even Melissa wanted me too.
After that, days few by like a wind. I rarely see her. Even
if I do see her, we could only wave at each other at a distance.
Until one day, I received an angry call from Ms. Sager,
ordering me to her office. I quickly strode over to her floor. Her
secretary was sitting at her desk.
"Hi Melissa, what's going on?", I asked her while eying the
deep cleavage at her blouse. "Nope, all I know is, that I transfer
one of her client's call to her. Then I heard her yell your name,
Tony. She must be really mad at you if she call you in personally,"
she said with a worry look on her face. "Well then, I better get in
if she's mad, " I said heading for the double set of wooden doors to
her office.
The doors were locked when I tried the door knob. I turn
my head towards the brunette and asked, "Is she in?" She nodded
her head 'yes' and pointed her finger towards the metal sliding
doors off to the sides.
I moved toward the doors. There was no buttons or knob
to let me inside. I took a step forward, all of the sudden the door
splinted in half with a swoosh and I was sucked inside the dark-
room. The light behind me was cut off as it sucked me in.
My body was hurling through the air, even though it felt
more like I was falling down in a hole. There was a strange strobe
light flashing intensive heat on my body as I flew through the air. I
screamed as a wall came rushing at me at full speed. But suddenly,
I stopped about a foot from the wall, instead of being splattered
against it, the air current pushed into a new direction.
The tunnel spitted me out into another room as fast as it
sucked me in. I rolled onto the floor in a tumble heap. My head
spinning as I tried to focus my vision on my immediate surround-
ings. The light was blinding my eyes as I squinted.
There was a massive moving blurred object that was twice
my height. Slowly after each blink, my vision began to sharpen in
details. I rubbed my eyes to clear any foreign object that might be
hampering my perception view.
To my shock, the massive blurred object was my lady boss.
She was bigger than life itself. I barely came up to her crotch.
She wore a pair of bicycle pants which shows off her shapely
buttocks and her massive pythons thighs and a half shirt that
displayed her muscular abdomens and a little bit of the underside
of her huge breast. Her well develop biceps were also exposed
with veins crisscrossing like road maps down to her wrist.
Perspiration ran down the side of her face and chest from a heavy
workout. Exercise equipment laid on the floor in a line behind the
honey brown hair giantess.
I stood up shaking my head and rubbing my eyes to make
sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I looked up again and things were
still the same. I stared in disbelief.
The giant woman was doing arm curls with dumbbells
marked 75 pounds each. Her arms exploded with veins popping
out as she alternating raised and lowered the weights. Her breath
rasping for air, she growled while slowing down to her last
repetition and then dropped the weights which made a loud clang.
Ms. Sager glanced at me for the first time since I enter the
room. She glared at me like she wanted to kill me on the spot. I
wanted to hide from this giant woman.
"Today, we lost a very valuable client, because of you, "
her voice thundered loudly as if they came out of a 1500 watt
speakers. I wanted to cover my ears, but I was afraid I would get
beaten for ignoring her.
She went to one of the exercise bench and picked up a
folder from it. She tossed it to the floor in front of me. The file
was as large as a newspaper as I opened it.
The giantess started doing warm up stretches while I read
through the reports. The client had an outstanding record which
dated back when Ms. Sager first open her business. She sold every
type of product that she had in stock to the client. It made me
realize, without the client, there would be no steady cash flow to
the company. I probably cost Ms. Sager a lot of money on the
equipment she had in stock for the client.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Little Man?"
she roared at me. I started to launch my side of the story, but she
cut me of saying that she had a tape of our conversation with the
client. She understood what had happen, but it was no excuse to
mess up the transaction.
While she continued to stretch her muscular body out, she
ordered me to move the weights that she was exercising with
earlier to the far side of the wall. Without thinking, I jumped to
the task. The bar was so thick that it took both of my hands to
circle it. As I tried to pick it up, the dumbbell refused to move. I
put more force into it, again it didn't move.
Suddenly, I felt something lifting me by the belt. My feet
were dangling in the air and I heard her say, "Pathetic little wimp,
can't even pick up lousy 75 pounds without help." The giant
honey brown hair woman lifted me higher and higher off the
ground and then she lowered me towards it. She was lifting me as
if I were the dumbbell she was exercising with earlier. I squirmed
trying to make her put me down while she did a few more
repetition before dropping me to the floor. I landed face down
into the carpet.
"I want to do a little test before I start my next exercise,"
she said as she picked me up by my waist. The woman placed me
on a workout bench. Curiosity perked in my mind while she lifted
the 75 pound dumbbell. She stood in front of me and said, "I want
you to stop me from lifting this heavy weight. I don't care if you
use your weight to stop me from lifting this bar."
Sounds easy enough I thought to myself, as I placed both
of my hands against her enormous wrist. I nodded to her that I
was ready. Her long forearm and biceps swelled out into massive
portion. I set my back into it as I painfully tried to walk into her. I
closed my eyes to concentrate on stopping her. Her arm started to
lift inch by inch which pushed me back a little. Again, I doubled
my efforts. I opened my eyes to look at her face, to see if she was
straining. To my astonishment, she was smiling down at me.
Without a warning, her arm exploded with veins popping
out all over her arms like road maps. At the same time, her hand
shot up into my stomach, and lifted me and the weights up. I let
out a yelp. I tried to maintain my balance, but I tumble over her
hand on to the floor again. I crashed on to floor on my back.
I looked up to see the giantess shaking her head at me, "I
can't believe you can't even stop me. Not only you are weak,
you're fuckin' light weight little ass." She moved both of the
dumbbell to the rack.
She continue to taunt me, "I could probably crush you be-
tween my boobs without much pressure." The busty woman thrust
her chest out proudly. When she did that one of her nipples
popped out from under her quarter shirt. Even with just one of her
boobs was bigger than my chest. I shuddered at the thought of
being caught in her embrace. She could crush me into a pulp with
those muscles of hers.
Ms. Sager pulled out a flat rectangular object, what appear
to be a remote control for the television set. She punched a series
of buttons until I heard a electronic whir over my head. I looked
up in time to see a door open with a quiet hiss. A red bag attached
to chains came down through the ceiling. The bag was a cylinder
shape with words 'Everlastic' printed across it. It was a body
punching bag.
"Hold the bag, while I go a few rounds with it," she com-
manded me. The bottom of the bag reached my waist, but it was
twice my height. Gripping the bag the best I could, I set my
weight against it. I found out it was a mistake. Every time she
jabbed it, I thought my teeth were going to be knocked out by her
light punches.
The giantess talked while she sparred with the bag. She
assured me that she would give me a chance to make up for the
lost customer and restore me to normal size when I completed the
task in limited time. She gave me three weeks to sell all of the
products that were allocated for the customer, otherwise I would
remain as I am until I found another way to please her.
Her punches became stronger after each blow and she even
started to kick it as well. I was losing my footing each time she
violently punched or kicked the bag. I slowly peeked around the
edge, hoping I could brace myself for her next blow.
The punches stopped as I looked around. Ms. Sager was
totally drenched in sweat. Her quarter shirt and her bicycle pants
were soaked as if somebody dumped a bucket of water on to it.
Her shirt became transparent I could see both of her nipples. I
could also see the sweat dripping off her massive mammeries.
I failed to notice her eyes. There was a look of determina-
tion as she gather all of her ki or strength of force into one blow.
Suddenly everything went into slow motion as my heartbeat
thumped in my ears. I knew the honey brown hair giantess moved
quickly as she took two side steps and put all of her weight into
her kick. Instead of kicking the side of the bag, she kicked straight
into it.
The red punching bag exploded in half. The stuffing flew
everywhere as I flew backwards still holding the bottom half. It
must have been at least five feet from where I was standing to
where I laid on the concrete. Another two more feet, I would have
been in the spa. The landing knocked the air form my lungs.
It was a good thing I was on the side instead of behind it,
otherwise the bottom bag would have crushed me. I heard the
giantess grumbled, "Damn, there goes another one." With that she
left the room, leaving me laying under the heavy bag. I managed
to pull my arm from under the damaged bag. My shoulder stung
like hell, but other than I wasn't hurt all that much, just a lot of
bruises.
Ms. Sager looked down at me and said, "You better get
back to work and don't forget to pick up a copy of the inventory
from Melissa." Without another word, she left to take her shower.
I brushed the stuffing from my clothes as I stalked angrily
out of the office. The day had already turned sour on me. Out of
sheer politeness, I closed the door quietly rather than slamming it.
"Are you all right, Tony," asked a ladylike voice behind
me. Melissa's big brown eyes were leveled with mine, when I
turned around. She was on her knees, brushing the stuffing out of
my hair.
I stared at Melissa's huge tits bulging out of her low cut
blouse. I wanted to sink my face into them and cry, but that would
appeared to unmanly of me. So, instead, I told her what happened.
The busty lady listened to every word I said, then she
gently checked my arm and chest. To my surprised, there were
black and blue bruises on my chest and arms already. I flinched
when she touched the bruises.
She said, "You poor little man." and pulled my head down
into her cleavage. Her musky fragrance wafted into my nose. I
tried to breathe, but she was cutting my supply of oxygen off. I
really didn't want to leave her soft downy breast.
She clamped my head tightly to her bosoms. The secretary
ignored my squirming and my muffled pleading. It seemed like
hours went by, until Melissa released me.
The room was spinning as I tried to regain my composure,
but I fell backwards onto my ass. The giant brunette giggled as
she stood up. "Goodness, I'd better get back to work," she said. I
waited on the floor while my head began to clear.
I stared at Melissa's shapely ass and thighs that were
encased in blue jeans. She also wore a pair of black leather high
heels boots that made her looked sexy. I wanted to run my hands
up and down her legs to see how they feel.
I stood back up as soon as my head felt cleared enough to
do so. Her large posterior loomed just above my head as she
moved away. "Ms. Sager said that I was suppose to get a copy of
the inventory from you, so that I could find out what I need to
sell," I asked as I walked towards her. She answered that she was
looking for it.
I stood in the center of her working area. She moved from
one file cabinet to another and then to the counter where another
computer was at. Then suddenly, she turned and walked right into
me. I quickly, had this impression of a truck bearing down on me
as her massive thighs knocked me down. I fell tumbling away
from her. She broke out laughing at my misfortune.
With one hand, she grabbed by my arm and pulled me up
as if I were a doll. "Looks like I better give you something to do
to keep you out of my way before you get kicked out of my
office," she said smiling. Melissa gave me the task of getting her
some paper clips for the papers I need.
I stood on my toes to see if I could reach her tray full of
paper clips. I couldn't even see over the top of her desk much less
than reaching her tray. I looked at her chair next to me. The chair
was high enough to assist me on what I need to do.
I struggled to climb onto the swivel chair as quickly as I
could. The chair spun around as I tried to climb into her seat. I
was getting dizzy from spinning around in circles. Soon as it stop
spinning as I grabbed the desk and reached for the single item that
she could've gotten it without any efforts.
I pushed the swivel chair around so I could face the giant
brunette. I sat down into the plush of the seat and leaned into the
back support.
Melissa was already looking at me as I spun the chair
around to her. She had her hand covering her mouth as if to
refrain from laughing out loud. She said," I didn't want to disturb
you from your conquest, but some of the papers you need already
had paper clips." "Damn!" I exclaimed, tossing the object over my
shoulder hoping it would land on the table.
"Hey! Don't do that!," the busty giantess said, taking three
steps towards me. Her shapely legs straddled the chair and prac-
tically plummeted her ponderous weight onto my legs. Her weight
was crushing the life out of my legs as I screamed. She felt like
she weigh at least five thousand pounds of flesh and bones. Her
stomach smothered me as she reached to replaced the paper clips
back into their proper place. Try as I might, I couldn't budge her.
She squealed with delight when I punched her tits.
The secretary leaned back to look down at me and scolded,
"You, naughty little man, you should never touch me there. I'll
have to punish you." She stood up slightly and grabbed my head
with one giant hand and smashed my face into her heavy milkers.
Both of her arms encircled my head against her monstrous
mammeries. My air was immediately cut off. No amount of my
strength will ever get me free. Blackness was slowly settling over
me within a matter of seconds.
The brunette released me from her crushing hug. My eyes
were fluttering as I tried to open them. Suddenly, my face was
being pummel by two large breasts. I felt something trickled from
my nose as she continues to slammed her boobs into my face.
Almost a full minute later, she released me from her bea-
ting. I found blood on my fingers when I checked my nose. The
giant Melissa took no notice of it. "C'mon we have to go to the
file room to get the rest of your file," she said. I nodded my head
that I would go with her. I pinched my nose, hopefully to stop the
bleeding.
Without another word, she got up and headed towards
down the hall where the file room was. Her click-banging of her
high heel boots faded as I got down from the giant chair. I crashed
to the floor, trying to get the life back into my dead legs. I quickly
hobbled after her the best I could.
The giant and giantess all stare at me as I ran down the
aisle. I could hear whispering as I passed by them. I turned around
as I walked to find enormous people staring at me in wide eye
amazement and astonishment. I wanted to avoid the crowds'
stares, but there was no chance of that now.
Just as I turned around, without a warning, something dark
and huge came out of a doorway and broadside me. As I was
flying through the air, I tried to go into a roll. No such luck, I
crashed into a heap. My body was in pain and it wasn't meant to
take so much beating already today.
A female voice speaking Spanish asked me if I was OK. I
only understood some of the Spanish, but I understood enough of
it. A huge finger prodded me in the ribs as she rolled me on to my
back. I groaned as I looked up. I recognized the huge female face.
Her name was Ruby. I spoke half in Spanish and the other half in
English knowing that she only spoke Spanish.
She gasped when she saw my face. My nose was bleeding
again. I pinched it. The giant Spanish woman asked what happen
to me. I told her that I would explain later. With one hand, Ruby
pulled me by my shoulder and started to dust me off. I wanted to
take off and catch up with Melissa, but she held me firmly. Boldly,
she asked me if I would like to go out with her after work.
She shorter than most of the women who worked here, but
even then she was still taller than me. I only came up to Ruby's
large breast. I told her I wasn't allowed to leave the company
premises. The giant woman put on the puppy dog look on her face,
and said that she was sorry. She made some comments about how
she could have some fun with me. The tall woman always wanted
to go out with someone who is shorter than she is. I shudder at the
thought. There was a rumor that this woman likes to 'rough up' her
lovers before going to bed with them.
Ruby wasn't ugly, in fact she was kind of pretty in a way.
The Spanish woman always dresses to her advantage. She wore
low cut dresses and always tight fitting clothes. There wasn't a day
that went by she didn't wear high heel shoes. Unlike most woman,
Ruby's shirt were cut lower than most woman would could care to
go. In fact, they were on the border of being scandalous.
She continued to brush me down from the backside, while
she was there, she took to opportunity to feel my ass. Her huge
body was press up close to me, giving me the same chance. Her
huge breast rubbed along the side of my arms. Then, she switched
to my front, also taking the opportunity to rub her long finger
along my shaft. I couldn't help getting excited as she perpetuated
brushing me down. Ruby made a comment about me being too
small for her that she might have to toss me back into the water. I
told her that I might be small, but I just might be too much for her
to handle. The Spanish woman chuckled and patted my ass before
letting me go.
"I see you finally caught up with me. Did you get lost?"
demanded the giant secretary with her foot tapping the carpet. I
responded, "I got knocked down by Ruby." Without a word, she
grabbed me by the ear and pulled me inside the storage room.
"Let's get to work," she said hungrily. I didn't know what she
meant by that comment.
The storage room was little bit better than a closet. There
was one rows of file cabinets on each side of the doorway. There is
a table at the end of the aisle.
The light lit up the room brightly as she pulled me to the
table. Almost without any effort on her part she lifted me on to
the high table. Even with me sitting on the table, she was still a
head taller than I. I felt helpless.
By my hair, her enormous hand yanked it back and as her
large lips covered mine. Melissa kissed me passionately as her
other free hand roamed over my smaller body. I couldn't resists
her, specially when she is twice my height and three times stronger
than I am. She forcefully pressed my small body against her larger
form. The brunette's massive hooters were crushing my chest
painfully.
I tried to push her away, but only succeeding burying my
hands between her breast. Melissa thought I was massaging her
breast. She released me as she began to unbutton her blouse.
I tried to persuade her to hold off. "But, Melissa, we'll
both get fired if Ms. Sager ever catch us at this," I pleaded her.
"Screw her. I want you now, Little man. I'm so horny right now. I
don't think you'll object to me having a good time with you?" she
sneered as her braless boobs came into view. They were full and
firm, and didn't sagged at all. Her teats were at least an inch long,
from my point of view.
The secretary shoved my face into her right tits and said,
"Suck my titties, you dirty little man!" Given no other choice, i
did as she bided me to do. I kissed and sucked the huge nipple,
while I fondled her left breast.
Her breathing became heavier and hoarse. She moaned
with pleasure as Melissa squashed my face against her fleshy
mountain. With one hand, she released my dick from the
confinement of my pants. She stroked and fondled my turgid shaft,
even though her fingers were longer than my miniaturized peter. I
was aching to fuck her, no matter how big she is.
Her body heat rose steadily, soon, she was burning like a
bitch in heat. My hand moved down to her flat stomach and
lower. She moaned, "That's it, lover. Unbutton my pants." I tried
to unsnapped her pants, but it took almost all of my strength to
pried it apart.
Suddenly, without a warning, the door was kicked in, with
a loud crack. It remained hanging on one of the hinges as my
towering boss stormed in the file room. The look on her face told
me that she wasn't please to find my hands in her secretary's pants
or with my face buried between Melissa's breast.
"I'd thought I'd find you here, you miserable little runt,"
raged Ms. Suzan Sager. I started to say something, but the
brunette interjected, "He made me do it. He threatened to expose
me if I didn't do as he told me to do." She cowered away from her
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