The Price of a Naked Selfie – Part 2 [M/F]

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‘Two can play at it,’ I thought to myself as I carefully drew the lipstick along my cupid’s bow. ‘Raunchy Red’ was the name of the shade, and I did feel like a raunchy red myself. I puckered and blew a kiss at my reflection before stepping back to admire the outfit I’d picked for today. ‘Wear something nice,’ he’d said, and I’d been sure to meet the brief. I was wearing a baby pink sleevless pink blouse with a deep V and a short light grey skirt with flared hems. To make it look like business wear, I’d added a light grey coat to it with cut sleeves. Beneath the coat and the silk blouse, my braless nipples stood out for everyone to see. I curled a clump of my burgundy hair with my fingers and placed it neatly over my left breast. Perfect. I was ready.

The Price of a Naked Selfie [MF] [office sex] [boss-secretary]

I tapped my foot restlessly as I watched Dave clear out his desk for the day. We were the last two people in the office and I couldn’t wait for him to get out. I was trying not to be impatient, but the others had already left a while ago and Dave just had to take that one client call. I rolled my eyes.

“Alright then, see ya tomorrow,” he said, giving his desk one last sweeping look.

“Yep, see ya.” I replied. Short, to the point, I didn’t want to make room for any more banter. And with that, he left.

I waited one whole minute before getting out of my chair. I straightened my skirt and caught my reflection ahead on the tinted glass walls that made up my boss’ cabin. My heart was racing wildly now. I knew I was alone, but I still couldn’t help feel a bit freaked out. My biggest worry were the CCTV cameras of course. It had only been a week for me here in the new job, and though I’d heard that there were no cameras in Teri’s cabin, I wasn’t convinced. But what choice did I have. A dare was a dare after all.

The price of a naked selfie [MF] [Boss – Secretary] [first person]

It had only been three days since I’d started this new job, but I already knew I was in trouble. The bossman, Teri (as he liked for us to call him) had just called me on the line, asking me into his office, and I could feel my cheeks flushing. Given that a majority of my work here as his secretary entailed meeting him for large amounts of time, I knew this was bad. Very bad. I quickly opened my phone’s front camera to check for flyaway hairs and made sure that my ruby red lipstick hadn’t bled into my teeth, before grabbing a notepad and hurrying into his room.

As I walked into his office, I basked in the whiff of his musky perfume. I tried to stride confidently into the room, but I could feel my knees weaken as I watched him standing near the window, leaning over his desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled upto the elbow baring his tanned veiny forearm. His pale blue shirt fit him just perfectly – it wasn’t too snug but at the same time betrayed the well chiseled body beneath it. Teri also had the perfect ass for a man – rounded but firm. I found myself imagining holding on to that ass while he pounds me…