***I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 4: I’ve Been A Bad Girl (a memoir)***
We left the office pretty late. We stopped at a fast food place for a quick burger and an ice cream. I think my boss just liked to watch me lick up my vanilla cone. Before we parted ways, he said “hey, what’re your plans for the weekend”?
“Oh, um, ya know I guess I hadn’t thought about it. Laundry I suppose. Haha”
“What if, instead, you and I take a drive up the coast? Leave Friday, come back Sunday?”
“Um. Yeah. Yeah, that could be really…fun.” I said coyly.
“Alright I’ll pick you up Friday at 3pm. But listen… OK, I’m going to give you a list of things to do.”
“Um, haha, alright sure.”
“Here’s $300 cash. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and Friday. Relax. Go shopping. I’ll take care of the rest. You just take a nice hot bath when you get home and I’ll text you later, ok?”
With a grin, I accepted. He handed me $300, kissed my forehead and slapped my doughy ass as I turned toward my car. “Drive safe baby, and I want proof of that long hot bath.” He said with a wink.