My boss seduces me!

by Corinna Taylor

  ‘Do we need to talk about it?’ He took off his gloves and threw them on the ground, leaning on the top of the ladder.

  ‘I was an imbecile... ’ said Troy regretfully.

  ‘You’re right.’ Dallas said sarcastically.

  ‘All right! It’s because I caught you kissing the woman who... ’ before he could say anything else, Dallas jumped down from the ladder.

  ‘The woman who what? Tatiana is free, isn’t she?’ He approached Troy.

  ‘I asked her to marry me, and you... well, you're my brother.’

  ‘You weren’t supposed to be together anymore! Besides, what about you and Elsa???’

  ‘Watch it,’ he said, getting closer; they were face to face now, the tension almost perceptible.

  ‘Look who's talking, are you going to start throwing punches at the smallest provocation again?’

  ‘No - there mustn’t be tension between us, I came to apologize. I hope you and Tatiana are happy.’ Troy said, looking straight into his eyes.

  ‘Thank you, Troy, I see you've come to your senses.’

  ‘I’ll leave you to your gardening; I don’t want to bother you anymore.’ He turned and was about to leave when...

  ‘Wait! Are you going to leave without boasting about Tatiana's sister?’

  ‘I know what you're thinking, but it's not about conquests anymore, I want to be serious. You'd be surprised to know what my current plans are.’

  ‘I'm surprised even without knowing them! She's not the type of woman you go for normally.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ Yeah, I’d like to know what the smug dickhead meant too...

  ‘You always look for dolls like Tatiana, I don’t understand... does it excite you to be with someone different?’

  ‘I'm truly interested in Elsa.’

  ‘Well... Do you remember how Elsa and I met? Hahaha!’

  Dallas was referring to when I accidentally gave him a handjob; I was confused by the fact that they are identical twins… anyway...

  ‘Don’t make fun of her, if you knew Elsa... although she has a strong character, she thinks of others, unlike Barbara.’ That’s my boy...

  ‘Are you in love?’

  ‘She drives me crazy! If you only knew... ’ Dallas smiled when he heard him, and put his hand on his right shoulder.

  ‘Oh, brother! You're so passionate... ’

  ‘What can I say; you know my secrets... even though we don’t speak much.’

  ‘Does she like your sado-masochism games too?’ Dallas inquired.

  ‘I want to forget about that, I found out that with Elsa I don’t need them.’

  ‘Wow, interesting.’ He brushed down his clothes, removing some fallen leaves that had stuck to his pants, ‘Then I think the girl suits you.’

  ‘Yes, and not only for that reason... she could change my life.’

  ‘Really? What will happen to Barbara?’

  ‘Oh, that woman is a nightmare! She won’t stop harassing me, and I haven’t told you what happened... ’ He said sadly.

  ‘What do you mean?’ Dallas asked, intrigued.

  ‘Barbara and I... we're going to be parents! It was an accident, damn it!’

  ‘No way!!! She... wants to have it?’

  ‘Of course! Not because of any maternal instinct, which she has never had, she’s doing it in order to tie me down in some way.’

  ‘What a mess!’ Dallas said.

  He folded the ladder and left the mower on the ground, next to the bushes. He put his arm round his brother's shoulders and they walked together to the mansion.

  ‘I'll sort it out, let's change the subject now.’ Troy said.

  ‘Yes, it's such a big problem… we need distracting.’

  ‘It’s a marvelous garden, you’re a genius – render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's.’ He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

  ‘Thanks for the compliment, but I'm going to ask you a favor.’ Dallas added, squeezing Troy’s shoulder affectionately.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Don’t go around saying you did it.’ He said, raising his eyebrows in reproach.

  ‘Oh brother! Don’t tell me you're mad about that, I only did it because... ’

  ‘Yes, to impress the girls, I know.’ He completed the sentence with a shake of his head.

  They stepped inside. Dallas turned around to face Troy, and told him seriously:

  ‘If you want to seduce a woman, be honest - wouldn’t that be more logical?’

  ‘Says someone who has seduced thousands.’

  ‘Don’t be arrogant! It’s impossible to talk to you!’ He exclaimed angrily.

  ‘Don’t get angry - look at it this way, it's just a tactic for an expert like me. Wouldn’t you like to acquire my skills?’

  ‘I have other ones that I find more interesting. Yours wouldn’t help me grow.’ Dallas answered, looking at him disdainfully.

  ‘Oh! They wouldn’t help you grow, how deep! And tell me... what would it be like to grow on an empty stomach? Because at forty years old, I still haven’t seen you do anything to earn money.’ Troy frowned.

  ‘You know I don’t need it.’ Hearing this, Troy raised an eyebrow sceptically.

  ‘You don’t need it! What! Brother... I’ve always had to take care of filling your stomach, our parents’ inheritance would have vanished if it had been for you.’

  ‘You're wrong, my paintings would have triumphed.’

  Troy heard this in disbelief. ‘Dallas, you would have managed to sponge off of others for a few years but then… you’ve got your head in the clouds! If I hadn’t settled down to work... ’

  Dallas looked down, embarrassed, when he heard his brother’s words.

  ‘You're going to be scolding me all your life, right?’

  ‘Sorry, it’s just when I hear such "deep" things from you... maybe you simply haven’t had the opportunity to make an effort.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ He looked at Troy in surprise.

  ‘Yes, first you have to suffer, get frustrated, work hard... life isn’t just about art.’ It was his turn to put a hand on Dallas’ shoulder now. ‘You're an artist, it’s true, but you're also still a kept man.’

  ‘It's true, it’s a vital experience that I’ve never had; but still, can I give you some advice?’

  ‘Go ahead.’ He said, looking up.

  ‘Talk to Barbara - don’t let that woman ruin everything you've achieved in the last few years. Try to fix it peacefully.’

  ‘Peacefully, with Barbara?’ Troy asked incredulously.

  ‘Yes, you have to talk to her and reach a friendly agreement.’ He said with concern.

  ‘Yes, you're right.’

  Barbara was at home, about to paint her nails; beside her was her dog Lulu. She caressed and fussed over her, at the same time saying in a loud voice:

  ‘Pretty girl! Now you’re going to be a mom, you will have a tiny Attila. Come to your mommy. But don’t be naughty again! You gave me a real fright when you messed up that pregnancy test.’

  She took out a tissue and dabbed at the sweat on her forehead. ‘Phew, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had really been pregnant. At least I can make this little mistake profitable; while Troy is convinced that he is going to be a father... ’ a smile played on her silicone lips, ‘I’ll have him in the palm of my hand! ’ She took Lulu in her arms and stroked her head, she was a tiny poodle. Lulu tended to be aggressive with strangers but affectionate with her owner.

  ‘We'll think of something else later, I won’t stop until I've reconquered him.’ She said, picking up the nail varnish and smiling at her dog. Lulu answered with a small bark.

  The doorbell rang; Lulu barked loudly, Barbara jumped and smudged her nail polish.

  ‘Shit, shit!’ She exclaimed angrily. She put her dog down on the floor, got up and went to the door, wiping her fingers with a tissue. When she arrived, she looked through the peephole. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that it was Troy - she opened up
.

  ‘What a surprise, honey! Come on in, you scared me; I wasn’t expecting you.’

  ‘Sorry, I wanted to talk to you; and stop calling me honey, please!’ He said, annoyed.

  ‘Oh, I'm sorry, old habits - Troy, to what do I owe the pleasure?’

  ‘I've been thinking, you're right - we should get along for the sake of our "offspring," in that I agree with you.’

  ‘I'm glad you've changed your mind.’ She stroked Troy’s face, but dropped her hand again when Troy gestured irritably.

  ‘As you see, I am a reasonable man. Although we’ve had our differences, I thought to myself... "Damn, this woman and I should solve our problems in a peaceful way".’ He smiled wryly.

  ‘Very good thinking.’ She answered.

  ‘To be honest, I was a bit afraid of your attitude, that desire for revenge with our baby on the way... what a disaster!’ He commented, turning around and putting his hands behind his back. He walked reflectively around the small sitting room.

  ‘True, Troy; it’s not good for our child for his parents to be fighting, it would be traumatic for him - or her, of course.’

  ‘What bad parents we would be, right Barbara?’ He approached her with raised eyebrows and a certain irony on his face.

  ‘I see you’ve truly changed your attitude; I’m glad.’ She said with a superior air.

  ‘And tell me... have you already thought of a name?

  ‘Well, no, I haven’t dealt with that detail yet,’ she commented, picking up the nail varnish again. It was black.

  ‘Maybe you should call it Lulu like its mom or, if it's a boy, Attila like its dad?’

  When Barbara heard this, the brush slipped; a black streak covered half of her middle finger. Attila gave a bark on hearing his name.

  ‘What... what do you mean?’

  ‘I heard it all! It’s just another of your strategies, another trick... I should’ve known! Don’t worry, you'll hear from me again.’

  Troy turned on his heel and walked with a firm, sure step to the door. He left, closing the door with a thud. Barbara stood there, her face stricken, half a bottle of nail polish sitting forgotten in her hand.

  Chapter 3

  The next day Troy called me; that was how I heard about Barbara's creepy strategy against him.

  ‘That woman doesn’t know where to stop!’ I exclaimed, while attending to the customers at the delicatessen.

  ‘If she tries it on again, I'll sue her for harassment.’ He was furious, it showed in his voice.

  ‘It's your fault for not leaving her sooner.’ I said.

  ‘Oh great, now you blame me for everything? Is this your general hatred against men again?’ He asked sarcastically.

  ‘Don’t use that tone, it's not true!’ He had caught me at a bad moment; sometimes my customers make me nervous.

  ‘Then why the reproach? That woman is crazy! You already know it.’

  ‘Okay, let's calm down; the next time you meet her, be careful... ’

  ‘I'm not afraid of her. What can she do to me?’ When I heard that, I raised my eyebrows and snorted.

  ‘Don’t you know well enough? She’s capable of everything.’

  ‘Okay, yeah. Listen, can I see you later?’ He asked sensually.

  ‘Aha, you liked our last date, right? Do you want more?’

  ‘Of course.’ He said.

  ‘Call me later, I'm busy now... mwah.’ I continued with my work, not suspecting that Barbara had not given up.

  In fact, that same day at lunchtime she paid Troy a visit.

  ‘If you don’t leave my property right now I'll call the police!’ He exclaimed angrily.

  ‘Please, I know what you're thinking. But you heard me before, I guess you must have noticed that I was more surprised than anyone,’ she said. She took a deep breath, closing her freshly made-up eyes and accentuating her pronounced cleavage.

  ‘The most surprised?’ He asked sarcastically, laughing and shaking his head.

  ‘Yes, it was a stupid mistake, but when I told you I was truly convinced that the result of the pregnancy test was mine, I never imagined it was a prank of Lulu’s.’ The dog, who had come with her, yapped upon hearing her name.

  ‘I see, but you didn’t deign to tell me the truth when you discovered your error... tell me, what were you hoping to achieve?’ He asked, looking up to heaven and gesturing with his hands.

  ‘I don’t know, maybe I was afraid of losing you.’ What a liar!

  ‘Barbara, you lost me a long time ago!’ He shouted, opening his eyes wide and glaring at her.

  ‘Ok, don’t get mad. I brought you a small gift, I made them.’ She took out a wicker basket and moved aside a nice embroidered handkerchief; underneath there were some cookies.

  ‘Since when is baking one of your hobbies?’ He asked, surprised.

  ‘Can we be friends now?’ She said with puppy eyes.

  ‘You should leave,’ he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was fresh out of the shower and wore a towel that covered him from the waist to the knees, exposing his muscular torso.

  ‘Please... I feel so bad, if at least we could be friends, I promise... ’

  ‘No, no and no. You've done too many things wrong.’ He said firmly.

  ‘Consider it a business meeting, I have a significant percentage of the shares, remember?’ She said, raising an eyebrow.

  He looked both ways; they were right at the entrance of the mansion. He made sure his brother Dallas wasn’t around and said:

  ‘Okay, you've convinced me.’ She smiled and stepped in seductively, like a snake eyeing its prey. She took one of the cookies out of the basket and offered it to him.

  ‘Try it; I'm sure you'll like it.’ She said with a smile on her full, silicone lips.

  ‘Cookies are forbidden in my diet.’ He said as he picked one up.

  ‘Oh! Don’t be so boring.’ She went to the living room to get the bottle of rum and poured two glasses.

  ‘Hey, wait! Is this a strategy to get me drunk?’

  ‘Don’t be silly, it's just two little glasses!’

  ‘Hey, these cookies have a weird taste... are they your dog’s?’ He asked as he chewed on one of those crispy "things".

  ‘That's absurd!’ Barbara replied.

  They were in the living room - there was no one about and Barbara didn’t taste a single bite of the cookies. Troy didn’t seem to like them very much; after a few minutes he put his hands on his head, shaking it and looking around.

  ‘I feel weird; I'm going to drink some rum to wash this down.’ He said with an expression of displeasure.

  ‘Oh, I'm sorry, it's the first time I’ve made them!’

  ‘I can tell.’ As he drank his drink he began to have an erection and, surprise surprise! The towel fell to the ground.

  ‘Oh!’ She screamed in mock surprise at the spectacle.

  ‘I'm sorry, I should go get dressed,’ he said as he leaned over to pick up the towel. But at that moment, unable to keep his balance, he fell over.

  ‘Are you okay, darling?’

  ‘Yes, don’t worry. It’s just… everything is spinning around and... it’s like...’

  ‘Lean on me, do you want me to take you to bed?’

  ‘On your own you won’t be able to! Ohhh… you're being naughty again... do you want to take me to bed?’ He asked excitedly.

  ‘Of course I do, honey, you have me here to take care of you.’ She whispered sensually in his ear.

  ‘No! I mustn’t give in... I don’t know what's wrong with me.’ He said, shaking his head. He was on the floor, naked, and now Barbara was on top of him, caressing his huge erection. She bent her head and began to suck his virile member.

  ‘Let's do it here, darling! Once more, the last time!’ She cried as she came up for breath.

  Troy couldn’t take it anymore; he hugged her then stripped her, tearing her miniskirt and panties.

  ‘Don’t be a beast, these cost me a lot of money!’ She shouted an
grily.

  ‘I'll buy you another set.’ Barbara snorted resignedly.

  There, on the carpet in the huge room, he took Barbara - possessed by a sexual force rarely seen, he bit and kissed her silicone breasts over and over until he was sated, he even lifted her bodily, sinking his face between her legs... Barbara screamed with pleasure.

  ‘Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t... On the sofa, I want it on the sofa!’ She cried, staggering and unable to keep her balance.

  Barbara's dog Lulu barked shrilly. She approached the couple, demanding attention from her mistress; but Barbara pushed her away with her foot, ignoring her. Lulu gave a sad, melancholy whine, while they feasted on wild, unbridled sex, just like in the old days...

  As was to be expected, that day I didn’t receive a call from him; I left work and since he was taking so long, I decided to take the initiative and dial his number. He didn’t answer - I left him several WhatsApp messages, but nothing, there was no response. So, frustrated and angry, I started watching a chick flick and ate chocolate at home.

  The next day, Troy woke up disorientated, not knowing what he had done or where he was. They were in bed and his partner was taking selfies with her cell phone, one after the other. When he realised what must have happened he was suddenly wide awake.

  ‘But... but what’s this?’ He asked in bewilderment.

  ‘Don’t you remember, honey? What an afternoon we had, it was fantastic!’

  When he heard this, Troy’s eyes seemed to pop out of his head. He jumped out of bed, hurried to the bathroom and looked at his back in the mirror.

  ‘Did you whip me again?’ He asked, furious and startled. On his back were the unmistakable marks of the whip they used to use in their sado-masochistic games.

  ‘You asked me to, honey! Besides, it was what you always liked, remember?’

  ‘No, no – how can I have fallen so low again? You must have got me drunk!’ He said, rubbing his temples with the tips of his fingers.

  ‘Not true! We only had two glasses of rum, nothing much!’ She responded, shaking her breasts and approaching him completely naked.

  ‘Get away from me! I feel as if everything was a dream... a nightmare, I don’t know what happened to me.’