My boss seduces me!

by Corinna Taylor

‘Honey... ’ she whispered, trying to seduce him again.

  ‘Out! Get dressed quickly and go, it was all a mistake.’ He said bluntly.

  Barbara picked up her clothes, but found that the miniskirt and panties were in shreds.

  ‘I can’t leave naked,’ she added, shaking her head, with innocent little princess eyes. Troy threw the clothes on the floor and pointed an angry finger at her.

  ‘Stay here, I'll get you another dress and then you leave!’ He connected his laptop and quickly completed a transaction on the Internet, with contacts from the world of fashion.

  After 10 minutes they rang the bell - they had brought a package with Barbara's clothes, a new outfit identical to the one she had. An hour later, she had showered and was ready to leave.

  ‘Didn’t you really like it? I thought we had a great time.’

  ‘Oh, no! I should have called Elsa...’

  ‘Darling... ’

  ‘Don’t call me darling, leave!’ He roared.

  So Barbara left, taking her dog Lulu with her. She left the Hamilton mansion with a haughty attitude, but with a big smile on her face.

  Chapter 4

  At lunchtime that day I finally received a call from Troy. I was anxious to hear his excuses.

  ‘Are you proud of yourself?’ I asked angrily.

  ‘Sorry honey, I have no excuses, I know...’

  ‘You have nothing to say? I tried calling you three times! You didn’t even call back.’

  ‘I know, I'm sorry... I don’t know what happened to me. It was... ’ everything he said seemed strange.

  ‘What happened yesterday?’ I asked worriedly.

  ‘You couldn’t imagine, it was a, er, a work problem!’ It was clearly a gross lie.

  ‘Work? Are you kidding me?’ I was getting more and more furious; he was inventing a story to try to mislead me.

  ‘I don’t want to talk about it, it's... difficult for me.’

  ‘Spit it out! You cheated on me with that bitch, right?’ My tears began to flow.

  ‘No, Elsa, please, no... ’

  ‘I can’t take any more, finish with that woman already!’ I screamed nervously, I even threw a glass on the floor.

  ‘Calm down, nothing happened. I'm coming to see you now.’ He hung up the phone. I kept crying, resting my forehead in my hands, in the kitchen.

  Meanwhile, Dallas arrived at the mansion. He went inside and found Barbara's basket in the living room. He saw that there were some cookies inside - he took one of them and tried it. It didn’t seem to disgust him, in fact he said:

  ‘Huh! Interesting... ’ he left the little basket on the table and looked up to see Troy hurrying downstairs. He picked up another cookie and offered it to him as he approached.

  ‘Eat them all if you want, I would throw them away.’ He said angrily, as he grabbed his jacket and hurried out of the house.

  Dallas was left standing there, not understanding anything. He decided to take the basket with the cookies with him - he also had things to do, including visiting a colleague of his.

  Two hours later he arrived at Randy’s apartment. Randy was the art director at Generations magazine.

  ‘How are you? I’ve come to show you my most recent watercolors.’ He said, opening the folder and showing him a sheet.

  ‘What do you have there?’ Randy asked, pointing to the basket that was on Dallas’ other arm.

  ‘Hahaha, cute, aren’t they?’ The two began to laugh, and Randy went over and kissed him on the cheek.

  ‘Woah!’ Dallas said, surprised by his friend's reaction.

  ‘That’s for the little gift you brought me.’ He laughed, eyes twinkling.

  ‘I already told you I'm straight, don’t get confused.’ Dallas said, pointing at Randy.

  ‘Yes, I know, it was just a demonstration of love towards a friend! There’s nothing wrong… what complexes heteros have!’

  ‘Can I come in or should I stay here?’

  ‘Come in! But by the way, those cookies look like dog biscuits.’

  ‘They were in my house, and we don’t have any pets.’

  ‘Let me try one!’ Randy exclaimed. He grabbed one of the cookies and tasted it.

  ‘Well, here I have my watercolors, take a look!’ Said Dallas as Randy chewed.

  ‘Ugh, they're disgusting! Do you like them???’

  ‘I found the flavor interesting - bring them here, I'll eat them.’ As Dallas ate the cookies, Randy began to flip through the pages of the folder, amazed by the wonderful artistic work his friend had been doing during the last week.

  ‘They’re incredible, I wish I had your aesthetic touch.’

  ‘I don’t know what's wrong, I'm a little dizzy this morning.’

  ‘That time of the month? Hahaha!’ He leaned back, laughing, and Dallas also started laughing.

  ‘Hahaha, it's a bit of a macho comment though, don’t you think?’ He asked as he rubbed his forehead and scrunched up his eyes, trying to focus.

  ‘If there were women here maybe, but it’s only the two of us.’ Randy struck Dallas’ calf lightly with his palm.

  ‘An artist and a gay man,’ added Dallas.

  ‘Does that sound a little homophobic or am I imagining it?’ He looked at Dallas, who was still eating the cookies from the basket.

  ‘You’re imagining it, you know that I’m not like that.’

  ‘A little bird told me that things with Tatiana are going smoothly.’ He commented while perusing his colleague’s paintings.

  ‘That's right. Ugh, I feel weird... ’ he got up from the couch and started to walk around the room, but he staggered; he couldn’t take another step. Barbara's cookies were spiked with liquid ecstasy. They were like the ones Randy had thrown to Attila; his owner soon found out what her pet had been drugged with, for a practical joke...

  ‘Were you drinking before you came?’ It looked like it…

  ‘What do you mean, chubbs? I'm perfectly fine.’

  ‘Hey, watch it! I don’t care if you're my boss's brother, that you're fit… it doesn’t mean you can come to my house to insult me.’

  ‘I'm not insulting you, it's what you are! A chubby butterfly.’ He leaned over and supported himself on Randy's knees, staring into his eyes and laughing.

  ‘Do you want me to punch you?’ Randy was getting furious.

  ‘Hahaha! A butterfly, a faggot... ’ That didn’t help.

  ‘Get out of my house! Take your drawings and get out, now!’ He said angrily, getting up and trying to drag him out of there.

  ‘Hey, hey! Be careful, your job’s at risk.’ He looked at Randy seductively and hugged him.

  ‘You're crazy, you're drunk, Dallas!’ He exclaimed.

  ‘You think? So, how did I get here?’ He asked, rubbing his body against Randy’s.

  ‘Are you bisexual? I didn’t think…’ Randy said, amazed by the discovery.

  ‘I didn’t know either, until now... I don’t know what’s happening to me.’ Randy looked at him suspiciously.

  ‘You're not well... besides, you can’t do this to Tatiana! She's my friend.’

  ‘Don’t be silly! Come on, come here... ’ He grabbed Randy's tie and pulled on it hard.

  ‘Ah, slow down!’ Randy’s face was turning red with the pressure from the knot. He took it off and unbuttoned his shirt a little; a few of his chest hairs poked out.

  ‘You know, I like people who are a little plump…’ Dallas reached up and stroked Randy’s belly with the palm of his hand. Randy took him by the wrist and pushed his hands away.

  ‘In truth, I don’t think you're bisexual...’

  ‘Hehe, it almost looks like you're pregnant.’ Dallas said.

  ‘Enough! You're not going to conquer me like that… even if you're an artist. And you're fit and you turn me on and all that... ’ he turned away from Dallas as he spoke.

  ‘You're dying to do it with me!’ Dallas whispered in his ear, hugging him from behind. Randy could feel Dallas's erection.

 
‘Oh God, give me the strength to resist this!’ He raised his hands to the ceiling in a prayer position.

  ‘Come on, chubbs...’

  ‘Don’t call me fat! Ever since school I’ve had to put up with that!’

  Dallas had eaten all the cookies now, and he was swaying from side to side, unable to focus on anything. His eyes rolled in their sockets.

  ‘Look at you, you're drunk! How did you get to this point?’ Randy was plump, it was true, but with a modern beard and very well dressed.

  ‘I have no idea, but I'm so horny... let’s fuck?’

  ‘Wow… this is my opportunity, without a doubt. Are you sure you haven’t drunk anything? How is it possible?’

  ‘Stop talking and let's do it now!’ Dallas ordered, as he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants.

  ‘Stop! No – you won’t remember anything afterwards.’ Randy commented, with a sad expression.

  ‘Don’t tell me you're going to get romantic.’ Dallas stood up straight, but then wobbled and knocked a Chinese vase onto the floor. It shattered.

  ‘Fuck! You're going to destroy my apartment.’

  ‘Oops, I'm sorry... come here, chubbs.’ Again the word that Randy detested.

  ‘I'm tired of you saying that!’

  ‘Chubbs! Hahaha!’ Dallas shouted as stumbled around the room, about to fall again.

  ‘You... ’ Randy gave him a little push and he fell to the floor, but he took all the figurines from on top of a cupboard with him.

  ‘Oh no! Out of here! You're a nightmare.’

  ‘I just want to fuck you... ’ Dallas tried to get up but couldn’t.

  ‘Look at you, you're pathetic! All rich people are the same, damn you – you annoy the hell out of me but then I can’t help myself…’

  ‘Are you going to miss this opportunity?’

  It seemed not - Randy ‘fell’ on top of him, in a state of excitement.

  ‘I can’t hold on anymore, let's do it!’

  ‘Yes, let's go! Hahaha.’

  ‘Oh, no! Think of Tatiana, Randy, think... don’t do anything crazy!’ He exclaimed to himself, standing up again. ‘You're too tempting... you have to leave.’ He said to Dallas, covering his eyes with a hand.

  ‘I can’t, are you going to kick me out in this state? Don’t you feel sorry for me?’ Dallas started to undo his shirt, button by button; he undid his pants and pushed them down to the knee. His friend couldn’t help but observe his muscular body.

  ‘Oh God!’ Randy groaned. A small erection surprised him.

  ‘I turn you on, don’t I? Are you active or passive?’

  ‘What difference does it make! We're not going to do anything, you're drunk.’ Randy said, standing up and going to the kitchen.

  ‘Well, I'm active - come here... ’ He got up awkwardly.

  ‘I'm going to make you a coffee. I hope that wakes you up!’

  ‘Are you sure, chubbs?’ Again that hateful word.

  ‘Enough!’ He turned around to face Dallas. ‘My friends are going to freak out,’ Randy commented.

  Dallas approached again, in his underpants, showing off his torso with its well-defined muscles.

  ‘What am I going to do with you?’ Randy muttered angrily, frustrated at being unable to do anything.

  ‘What bothers you is not being able to enjoy this.’ Dallas pulled his erect member out of his boxers, exhibiting it in all its glory. Randy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

  ‘For the love of God!’ He approached and reached out a hand towards Dallas' cock, with his eyes half-closed... but an unconscious reflex made him withdraw, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes. ‘No, no, no! What would Tatiana think? I can’t do it! What a bad friend!’

  ‘Come on man, don’t be boring. I’ve just discovered a side of myself I didn’t know about before.’ He started playing with his cock, moving it from side to side.

  ‘Calm down! Seriously, what have you taken? You've really crossed the line.’

  ‘I don’t know… just the cookies, I swear!’

  ‘The cookies... right. ’ Randy looked in the basket; there was only half of one left. A lightbulb went on in his mind; he examined the remaining cookie.

  ‘They’re identical to the ones I used with Barbara's dog’ he said to himself, ‘but... how can it be!’

  ‘They may be from that woman, when I entered the house I saw her leave.’

  ‘Oh God! Then I know what happened to you.’

  ‘I'm horny! There's no mystery.’ He hugged Randy again, trying to lower his pants, put his hand on his crotch...

  ‘Stop it! I know what happened to you, you're like that because of the liquid ecstasy.’

  ‘Because of what?’ Dallas asked, his eyes half-closed.

  ‘You heard - liquid ecstasy, known as GHB. It's a potent sexual stimulant.’

  ‘Great, let's fix it.’

  ‘Don’t tempt me, Dallas; I'm the same without the need for drugs.’ He said, standing motionless while Dallas touched him.

  ‘At least let me help you relax, my butterfly... ’

  ‘If anyone saw you like this... when the effects pass you will want the ground to swallow you up. You won’t forget it for the rest of your life.’

  ‘I have nothing against the gay world, now I’m part of it.’

  ‘You're drugged, which is not the same thing.’ He said, squinting upward, a look of pleasure on his face as Dallas did something with his hand... down there.

  ‘Oh fuck, you do it so well, Troy.’

  Hearing his brother's name, Dallas stopped suddenly.

  ‘What did you call me? It's not funny.’ He said angrily.

  ‘Don’t stop, finish the job!’ Randy begged impatiently.

  ‘I'm not Troy! It's always my brother that everyone wants, I'm nothing, right?’

  Dallas’ whining bothered Randy, who was left wanting. ‘For fuck’s sake, this is just the drugs talking – like hell you don’t do anything right!’

  Dallas didn’t get the sarcasm. ‘I don’t do anything right, I'm not good for anything... my brother’s the big man, the winner!’

  ‘You need to rest, let's stop this nonsense.’ He took Dallas by the hand and led him to his own room.

  ‘Answer me!’ complained Dallas. ‘Is that what you think? Do you think I'm a failure?’

  ‘No, don’t get mad. I got confused, I didn’t mean to say Troy.’

  ‘Liar! He’s the one who excites you, I'm just a substitute, right?’

  ‘Troy! I mean Dallas! You are heterosexual, and right now you are not well.’

  ‘It’s true, that's why you treat me like shit! I need some affection… hold me, Randy! Please... ’ He approached Randy and hugged him.

  Randy stroked the man's muscular, well-formed back. Never in his life had he been in a situation like this. He moved his hands down to Dallas’ the hard ass; they clung to each other, and Troy's twin brother rubbed his body against that funny little man with his hipster beard.

  Randy decided to take him by the hand again and put him in bed – he pulled back the blankets and invited Dallas to get in. He was in a terrible state, unable to walk in a straight line, vision still blurred. He couldn’t keep his balance or speak coherently, so it was best to rest. As it was late, Randy put on his pajamas and got into bed next to Dallas.

  The next morning, when Dallas woke up, Randy was still asleep. Dallas couldn’t believe his eyes - he was naked in bed with his friend. He shook his head in amazement and then tried to wake his colleague, pushing at him insistently with his hands.

  ‘What am I doing here?’ He kept poking Randy, demanding an answer to his question.

  ‘Today I don’t have to work, let me sleep!’ mumbled Randy sleepily.

  ‘Wake up, damn it! What the fuck am I doing here, with you?’

  ‘Yesterday you were a little silly.’ Not an especially clear answer on his part.

  ‘A little silly? What the hell! I hope it's some sort of joke.’ Randy said.

&n
bsp; The doorbell rang.

  ‘Ugh, today it’s impossible to sleep in.’ Randy stretched, got out of bed and went towards the door in his pink pajamas.

  ‘Wait! You’re not going to open it, are you?’ Dallas asked.

  ‘If it’s a robber I won’t.’ He said as he looked through the peephole. ‘Oh, what a surprise!’

  ‘Who is it?’ But Randy was already opening the door. In walked Tatiana.

  ‘Good morning! How’s it going?’ Randy asked her cheerfully.

  ‘Hi! I was passing by and as it’s our day off, I thought I would drop in and say hello, so here I am!’ Tatiana walked in, glancing into the room where Dallas was. She saw him there, in bed, covered by the blankets from the waist down, his face a mask of horror. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

  ‘Dallas!’ Exclaimed my sister.

  ‘We just got up.’ Randy said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

  ‘You’re gay??? You told me you weren’t, Dallas!’

  ‘This isn’t what you're thinking!’ He said nervously.

  ‘Last night you begged me to sleep with you, big man... ’ Randy said.

  For a few seconds all three were silent. It seemed no words were needed to explain what had happened, the facts spoke for themselves - Dallas, naked, in Randy's bed...

  ‘Sorry, Dallas, but I'm not ready for this.’ Tatiana said, backing away.

  ‘Can you explain what happened last night?’ Randy asked mockingly, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

  ‘No... I don’t remember.’ Dallas pulled at his hair, hit his forehead with the heel of his hand, and even punched the blankets. He felt frustrated, helpless.

  ‘Okay, okay, let me tell you.’ But Randy wanted to milk it; he took off his pajama top, exposing his plump torso.

  ‘You don’t have to get undressed!’ Dallas exclaimed.

  ‘I'm going to put on something else, I don’t want to get cold, big man.’ He winked as he spoke.

  ‘Stop calling me big man!’ Dallas screamed furiously.

  ‘You deserve it, after calling me chubby last night... even if you used the word affectionately.’ He said, laughing.

  ‘Affectionately?’ My sister exclaimed, perplexed. Dallas got out of bed, covering himself with the quilt.

  ‘He was drugged!’ Randy exclaimed, as he pulled a flannel sweater over his head.