I had been coming in late for weeks, and one morning walked in to find Amanda and Samantha waiting for me.
Amanda started the conversation. "Robert, Samantha has done an excellent job as my apprentice. She has learned so much recently, that I think she should have a better role in the company."
Samantha began, "Since Amanda is working so diligently on the WTI transaction, I don't think it's fair to make her share an office." After a pause, "So, Robert, I'm going to move into your office." She outlined that we would share it.
For the next week, Samantha beat me into the office every morning and took my former desk. She would go into Amanda's office to participate in conference calls, and I would get my desk back. However, when the call was over, she'd return and kick me out. In the mornings, she was all business, typing away and preparing for the upcoming calls. After the calls, however, she was a little distracted, often trying to flirt with me, showing off her legs, etc. I would ignore her and act like I was working, even though I didn't have much to do.
This pattern continued for a few days. When we were at home, in the evenings or mornings, Samantha would rebuff my advances. But after being with Amanda for a few hours, she would try to seduce me. After several days without sex, Samantha came back into the office after one of her daily calls. She unbuttoned her blouse and sat on my desk, with her skirt riding up.
I gave in. I stood up and walked over towards her. She pointed to a chair and said, "Sit."
I sat down and she walked over. Lording over me, she asked me to tell her what my original valuation for the WTI transaction was.
"What? I don't remember." I replied.
"SAY IT!" she spat.
I meekly described my valuation for the transaction, and described the sales projections from the now-fired analyst that I based them on.
Samantha stood up and started to give Amanda's theory. She paced back and forth and became visibly worked up. As she gave her performance, impersonating her mentor, I realized that she almost sounded like Amanda. An over-dramatized, louder impersonation, but the resemblance was there.
She finished her appropriated analysis and stood over me with her hands on her hips. Silently glaring at me, she stood there until I realized what she was expecting.
"You're right," I said. She immediately ripped at my belt and within seconds she was riding me in the chair. She got off a minute later with a smile on her face.
Smoothing out her skirt and buttoning her shirt, she said, "Go home now, I'm done with you for now." I put my pants back on and sheepishly gathered my papers. Samantha walked out of the office after I did and went into Amanda's office. I went home.
After she impersonated her alpha-female idol, Samantha no longer had much interest in me. She had beaten me, much like she saw Amanda beat me. Then she did it sexually to prove her point.
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