My Boss is My Master

Chapter Three

No matter how many times I flipped to another channel, I could not seem to find something good enough to take my mind away from what had happened this weekend. The club. The rooms. The inflicted torture brought on by those women.

It was Sunday night and I was still waiting for Cayli to explain to me what exactly was going on that night. As usual, she never came home on time. Even though I had to speak with her, I knew I had to get some sleep to make it to work on time…

“Are you f*****g kidding me?” With the palm of my hand, I pressed down onto my car horn, allowing the sound to flow with the rest of the people who were stuck on the expressway.

I glanced down at my wrist watch, frowning as I looked at the passing time.

I'm in trouble now.

My neck extended as I tried to get a better look at the flow of traffic ahead. Disappointed, I sighed, wondering how my excuse for being late would get me by now…

I floored the pedal, forcing my car to speed up the ramp and into the closes parking spot available. I cut the engine and stepped out, reaching back in to grab my heels and paperwork before I closed the door and sprinted across the lot.

I called the elevator. I slipped on my shoes after pressing the button to my desired floor. I looked down at my watch. Seeing the time made me almost queasy. I knew my boss would have my head...and possibly my job.

I bit down on my lip, watching the elevator count up to my desired floor. Before I could reach my floor, the elevator stopped and the doors parted on a passing floor. Standing across from me was a man. A finely dressed man at that.

His head was down, his eyes solely focused on the folded paper in hand, unaware of the woman who waited for him to hurry up and get on. He stepped in. I stepped to the side, my head low to avoid any eye contact or conversation. He pushed a button. Another number on the pad lit up.

My patience was thin. My mind was buzzing with different outcomes of the events that would happen in the next ten to fifteen minutes. Tapping my left foot my right arm raised, allowing me to see the amount of time that had passed me by.

“Do you mind?”I looked up, catching the glare of the man in the elevator. With his paper, he pointed into the direction of my tapping foot.

“Oh sorry.”

I took another glance at my watch, hoping somehow time would freeze for me.

“Are you late?”The man mumbled, his eyes still focused on the newspaper.

“Um yeah.”There was a slight shrug from me.

“You seem to be checking that watch a lot.” He took a quick peek at the ten dollar watch. “Tell me, how late are you?”

There seemed to be that little voice inside of my head, urging me to tell him that it was none of his business however this was my work place. Who knows if words could get back to anyone.

“An hour...or two.” I coughed up the words.

“So what will your boss do?” He looked up at me, allowing the ice in his blue eyes to gawk right through me.

“Um well, he may cut my hours or write me up…or cut me off.”

“Hmm if I was your boss.” He leaned over, allowing his enchanting scent to attack my nostrils with an amazing aroma. “I would punish you.”

I looked at him as I began to snicker. I was a few seconds into the laugh, before I realized I was the only one who found it humorous. I turned my laugh into a cough before I proceeded to speak.

“Like how? Firing me? Making me do extra work? Janitorial duty?” I teased him.

“No.”He spoke bluntly as the elevator dinged, assuring us that we had reached the desired floor. He stepped out of the door before his head turned, peeking over his shoulder to speak to me. “No, just punish you.”

The doors closed following his departure. My eyes rolled before I looked back down at my watch…

I darted from the elevator. I had neither words nor time for the passing co-workers who tried to hold a conversation with me. I passed my office, not before I tossed my things across my desk. I flew down the halls toward my boss’s office.

“Simone guess what-“ Terra tried to stop me but the time was not right, even though by the look on her face, she had something that she was eager to spill.

“No time.” I blurted over my shoulder as I passed her by.

I passed the empty secretary desk before I approached the office, knocking before I barged through the unlocked door.

“Mr. Jax, I’m sorry I'm-“Everything came to halt. Not finding a familiar face in the small crowd of people in the office, I waited for someone to point me into to the direction of my boss.

“Mr. Jax?” I questioned when silence remand.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jax is not here. Now, will you please?” He motioned toward to the door, requesting that I left them be.

“Oh okay. My apologies.” I closed the door behind me.

I turned. Terra approached me, slipping her arm around mines before she pulled me toward my office.

“I tried to tell you.” She shoved me into the room before she closed my door for privacy.

“To tell me what?” I took a seat in my chair as Terra sat at the edge of my polished desk.

“Something fishy is going on.”She flagged me with her hand.“That is why I called Sam down to give us the scoop.”

The door flew open. Speak of the devil. Samantha, also known as Sam, walked into my office. Her head was held up high. A grin was stretched across her face, confirming the secrets that she held on the tip of her tongue.

Samantha was the go-to person when we wanted to know something. She always knew what was happening, when it happened, where it happened, and who it was happening to. Most people considered her a meddler, especially when it was their business being told. I considered her to be a talented informant.

“So what’s the deal? There have been people walking up and down the halls since I got here this morning.”

“Well...” Sam leaned in and so did we. Strange since we were the only ones inside of the room. “Word is Mr. Jax has been embezzling money from the accounts.”

“What?” My hand over my heart, I gasped.

“Yup.” She put emphasis on the word alone.

“So what else?” Terra wanted to dig deeper into the story.

“Feds have been swiping through his computer for everything from the recycle bin tab to the porn in his browser history. They say investigators have been watching him for a few weeks, trying to figure out where he was putting the money and who he was sending it to.”

“How much?” The eyes in the room were wide.

“The last number I got was six hundred thousand.”

“Shit.” I ran my hands over my sweat covered forehead. Even though the money was not ripped out of my personal account, it still had a huge effect on my job since it affected any future business with other clients.

“There’s more.” She bit the far left corner of her plum colored lips. “They found where he was sending a portion of his funds. It was a personal account for him and a personal account under the name Janice.”

“The Secretary?” Terra shrieked.

“Yes.”

This was like a huge smack to the face for all of us. He was supposed to be the man we trusted, the man that ensured everything was running precise but in actuality he was stealing from us all.

“So what’s going to happen now?” I was not sure if I really wanted to know the answer to that question.

“We are supposed to be getting a new boss. A temporary one sometime this week I believe.”

“So quick?”

“Yes. Word has it that the new boss has been with this company for years. A pebble higher up on the ladder.” Sam opened up the door. “We need someone else to fix this dumpster.”

Sam left out before Terra stood to follow.

“No worries Simone.” Her words were uplifting, but her look did not seem to match her positivity. “Things will be better here.”...

I fiddled with my apartment keys in search of the right key before I opened my door. The television was playing loudly as I watched purple flowers on someone’s socks shift up and down on the arm of the couch. I closed the door. Cayli jumped up, her cellphone in hand. She quickly ended her current call before she turned down the television.

“Hey?” I spoke, dropping my bag by the front door.

“Long day?” She questioned with her arms hanging over the arm rest.

“Outrageous ass day.” I exhaled heavily.

“What happened?”

It took me almost fifteen minutes to explain to her what had happened today. From the money stolen from the many trusted accounts to how it was distributed into the accounts owned by our old boss and his secretary, who was also now known as his mistress.

“Oh wow, was he caught?” I folded up next to Cayli.

“Luckily he was being monitored by the authorities. They were able to catch him purchase two plane tickets to Mexico.” I crossed my legs over Cayli’s. “The son of a b***h was going to take the money and head for the border.”

“The perve have balls.”

“Not enough to help him get away.” I shrugged. “Now the asshole is sitting in some federal prison awaiting bail.”

Cayli pushed a strand of her hair behind her pierced ear, allowing me to get a better view of her sparkling eyes. Things became quiet. The moment became awkward.

“Um, about Friday night? I mean that little show.” I decided to speak up to break the silent moment first.

She reached for the television remote before she turned it off. She sat her head back, her head resting on the sofa pillow as her eyes stared up at the ceiling. Finally, she sat up. The spark in her eyes faded to something much more serious.

“I know you have always been curious about what I do…for money.”

I was always a bit curious about her employment before but now, it had become more of a need to know. Secrets were held. She always brought in enough to cover rent, bills, food, and much more but I have never seen work attire, a badge, or even a pay stub with her name on it. It was safe to say that I was beginning to think she was doing something illegal.

“Yeah, a little.” I downplayed my curiosity.

Well.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I’m going to put it out there, for you. I’m a Dominatrix.”

“A what?”

“A dominatrix. You know, I’m a part of the b**m world.”

“I’m confused.” Was it a career title? She sighed out.

“Okay. You remember what you saw Friday night right?”

I nodded. How could I forget?

“Well the ladies who you saw preforming those acts are known in their word as Dominatrix. Those men were their victims, or submissive as we call them. They are the ones who enjoy being chained, spanked, choked, and tied up.”

“People actually...enjoy that?”

“Yes, some get a major kick out of it.”

"You enjoy doing that? I mean, you enjoy inflicting pain?" I whispered like others could magically hear us.

“Well at first, it was a little confusing. I was discouraged about it but now it has become something I really enjoy.”

“So that’s your job? People pay you to smack the s**t out of them?”

“Well yeah.” She chuckled. “Most of us can get paid up to about a couple hundred or even a thousand for a session. Well, depending on how nasty and abusive things get.”

“Wow.” I covered my ears like a six year old child.

“Oh relax.” Cayli flagged me. “Don’t knock it until you try it. Hell, you might even enjoy it.”

“Enjoy beating on someone for s****l gratification? I doubt.” I shoved her over, before I stood to leave the living room and walk into my bedroom.

"No Simone. You might enjoy being the sub." She yelled out before the television’s sound boomed over the soundless living area.

“No.” I replied back, rolling my eyes at the thought of even considering such foolhardiness…

I walked down the corridor, my vast eyes on my wrist watch as I made my way to my office. I was finally on time. Despite my outrageous delay, I really had to thank Cayli for her help. My cellphone rung. I picked it up, closing my office door for privacy.

“Hello?” I answered, my voice arid when I heard the person on the other end introduce himself. “Give it to me straight? How much is it going to cost to get my car fix?”

I listened to him explain my situation, my hand on my hip when I heard him throw me the process of removing my car from the shop. I wanted nothing more than to trash it. It took all the power in me not to tell them to keep it. Sadly, I needed that lemon.

“Okay, just…fix it I guess.” I stuck my finger into my free ear, drowning out the constant scream of the power drill. “Okay thanks.”

I swung open my office door, my face soured up as I watched a few utility workers scurry back and forth down the hall. Construction we were told.

It was official; our new boss is scheduled to start sometime this week. However, we were never informed who it would be but I prayed it was the manager from the other branch, Lillian. She was a sweetheart and I knew she wouldn’t care about my tardiness.

Construction workers have been in and out of that old office, remodeling and refurbishing our previous boss’s office. Rich furniture and exquisite pieces, I could see our new boss had fancy taste and preferred his privacy due to the blacked out glass windows.

"Simone?" Terra ignored my wondering eyes before she pushed me back into my office.

"What?"

"So, I heard from Sam that our new boss is coming tomorrow." She cheered.

"You act like it’s the best news in the world." I slid into my office chair. "What if he's an asshole, pervert, a creep, or an egotistic maniac?"

"If he's hot, I don't care." She snatched a pen from my desk, shrugging her shoulders in the process.

“Well I’m going to get back to work.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Terra exited my office, turning back to give me a cute wink before she walked out, leaving me to wonder…

My morning was nothing but hectic. Public transportation, walking, waking up almost an hour early to catch a bus that smelled like urine. All just to make it to work in a timely matter. Of course Cayli offered to drive me however I could not delay her anymore.

“What are you doing?” Terra barged into my office, her eyes flicking up and down, analyzing my wardrobe. She was a critic in that department however something else had her attention.

“No time for that. The new boss is here. He’s holding a mandatory meeting. Now.”

“But can I put my things away-“

“No time. Drop your things and bring your ass.” She demanded and I followed.

She pulled me in to the conference room, sitting me down in to a chair beside her. In the room were other administrators from various departments from all over the building. I was confused now. We never did morning meetings so why now?

Everyone talked and whispered among themselves until the meeting room door swung open.

A man walked in. His black hair neatly done, smoothed without a hair out of place. His Giorgio Armani suit well fitted to frame his admirable build. His sexy pink lips that sat between two deep dimples. His beautiful facial features and skin that only allowed his icy blue eyes to pop even more. He looked to be in his late twenties with his smooth, cleanly shaved face.

Then it hit me.

The guy from the Elevator was my boss?!