So at work per usual doing my usual thing making inappropriate jokes and passing my salty reputation off as “humor” and giving a flair of bad decision making has led me to this point. You came into the breakroom while I was having lunch, and sat down next to me. We both give each other some light banter back and forth, and before long, the inappropriate conversations start. A joke here and there and then all rules of engagement go out the window and we are just hashing jokes left and right. Now this is the fun part for me because I am not exactly small in any means. 6ft tall and close to 300lbs, stocky yet still very functional. You on the other hand, you are slightly shorter, 5f9i maybe depending on the shoes, cant be more than 165-170 tops, great ass able to be looked at for hours at work to keep someone going, and the attitude? Hah, no shortage on that. However, whats that in your eyes?

I have always been keen on reading people, you see I had a rough up bringing where blending in ment survival, so you learn quickly how to read those around you. Looking into your eyes I can see your body responding, but I havent done anything. Just then, it clicks. The attitude is complete bullshit. You dont know how to act around me, you are smiling so big I can see your neck muscles struggling to hold it back. As we are getting up to head back to the floor I walk past you, and you close your eyes and your body almost shudders for a minute. You are really that taken back by me? Well, now I have to see exactly how far I can see this going.

I give it about a hour, and some parts of our job make us work closely together. I lean over your shoulder to check something on the PC you are using, and you move closer to my body to make me touch you. “JEEZ! You had to use my PC right? Theres only 10 other ones here…” you snark out.

“Lets not act like you dont like me over you…”

“Whatever just hurry up.” “Watch your mouth young lady…” i spitfire back. “Yea whatever, lets go I got stuff to do.” You reply.

As I move into an area to clean up, you follow in behind me, per usual our jokes start flying.

“Jesus! You just couldnt stand not coming in here with me could you? Might as well stick you in my pocket…” I blurt out

“See what happens when I try to be nice?? No good comes of it! I dont know why I bother” with scorn as you head for the door.

“Get your ass back here!” I grumble, and like a deer in headlights you freeze.

“How dare you speak to me like that!?” In an attempt to scold me and hide your excitement

“You heard me, get your ass back here, and do it NOW.” I let go strong yet controlled.

You shuffle back infront of me, thinking you are going to give me an ear full and rip me apart, yet you havent figured out, I know exactly what you want.

As you stand infront of me, I grin wide at you, and in 1 swift movement, reaching up with my left and I grab you by the throat and push you against the wall.

Immediately your hands drop to your sides, palms flat to the wall, head up, eyes closed and turning funny shades of red like a fire truck with an audable “mhmm” bringing up the rear. I knew it. The whole “bad ass” facade is this new age “im a strong independent woman” bullshit. You are those things most of the time, but sometimes you just want to be used as a little fuck toy. I lean in close to your ear, still holsing your throat I wisper lightly, “I knew it whore.”

Part 2 to cum.