Shuffling through the papers on my boss’s desk, I groaned when I noticed the time.
We’d had a busy week, so all the filing had been left for late on Friday night. I stuffed one letter into a manila folder, made photocopies of receipts, and tried to sort the piles in order to more easily organize them.
Filing aside, my boss is rather meticulous. We’d recently finished a major project, and the paperwork situation had gotten more out of hand than usual. When I pulled a glossy magazine from beneath a pile of folders, I sucked in my breath. Not out of relief, but out of surprise. What was that? A filthy fetish magazine?
Why is this here? Because your boss is a kinky motherfucker, I thought.
I opened it up, and my heart pounded. There was a picture of a woman wearing leather.... Read more...