The Big Boss Lady (part one of three)
“You’re hired” were 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 recently 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 regulations 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 couldn’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 split in half with a swoosh and I was sucked inside the darkroom. 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 surroundings. 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 between 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 commanded 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 determination 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 too 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.
