A feeling of defiance spread through you as you watched her walk away. You are the king now...the king does not apologise to peasants!
No, the only thing that would remotely interest you in Jacinta is her feet...
NO! Cursing yourself, you visibly shake with frustration. Of course - your one weakness, your one achilles heel...
From ever since you can remember, you've had a foot fetish. Growing up, you always found women's feet attractive, whether it was Miss Madison, your Math teacher who would sometimes accidentally drop her heels to the ground, or your high school crush, Michelle, who once in gym class actually planted both bare soles over your face, during a 'self-defence' lesson. You realised as a teenager that you were never going to get girls by being a meek, mild little footlicker. No, you started working out, joined the football team, started dating cheerleaders.
You had convinced yourself back a good decade or so ago, that you did not need feet. True, you had needed to picture Michelle's, Miss Madison or another hot woman's bare feet while fucking a woman, but that was harmless in itself. You were not indulging in your foot fetish. Was it even a foot fetish, if you had never allowed yourself to sniff, kiss and lick feet like all of those others foot losers did? You'd even made a concerted effort to avoid any foot porn online, instead jerking off to women's breasts, asses...you know, the stuff that 'real' men got turned on by...
Standing up and pacing around the room, not only to get in some steps during your day at the office but to shake away all of these unwanted thoughts, you let out a sigh before smiling to yourself.
You were the king....the king bows down to no-one!
Through a combination of relentless hard work, politicking, schmoozing with all of the right people and not allowing for a second your weakness to stray into the work zone, you have been promoted faster than any person in this office's history. You've surpassed the likes of Denise and now she will be bowing to you, as will everyone in this office! One day even Kim - the big boss - will bow down to you! Practising a breathing technique you've learned from your karate classes, you felt immediately more relaxed and at peace as you strolled back over to your desk.
Jacinta reappeared, looking cowed and avoiding eye contact. "Mister James, I...I told Candice...she's bringing the latte in to you...in a moment."
"Good, good," you said casually. Deciding not to berate your new secretary any further, you instead talked her through some of the filing systems until Candice arrived in the room.
"Oh, here he is the Lord Commander of the world," Candice snorted as she walked towards you, styrofoam beverage in hand.
"What a good girl, delivering your superior a nourishing caffeine injection," you retorted, grinning at her patronisingly. "Remember the soy milk, the whipped cream?"
Candice shrugged before turning to Jacinta. "You actually want to work for this guy?"
"Yes, he's...he's a...great boss..." the blonde replied, standing to the side of Candice, keeping her eyes fixed away from you.
"Uh, excuse me...are you as stupid as you look?" You spoke sharply, knowing that you had to dominate Candice quickly before she could sniff a chance at gaining the upper hand. "I asked you a question - soy milk, the cream - you get it?"
Handing you the cup, the brunette receptionist adjusted her glasses before shooting you a dirty look. "Oh, of course I did...Mister James...I would never dare to question you or accidentally spit in your drink..."
You felt your blood boil as you took off the lid and inspected the contents. It was pretty much impossible to tell - with the foam from the soya and the the cream, the bubbles and froth could well have included some of Candice's disgusting saliva...
"You really think I - a lowly, humble receptionist would DARE to do such a thing to a powerful, dominant man like you?! Oh, Mister James, you should really stop doubting yourself and just accept that you've put me in my place now and completely subservient to you...just like good ol' Jaci here..." Candice gave your secretary a sickly-sweet smile before turning back at you, her nose turned up in a definite sneer.
She's fucking with you but how do you deal with this? Knowing that hesitating would only make you look weak, in front of both women, you fixed Candice with a sneer of your own, raising the latte up in the air....
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