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Step Into My Office

It might be nice to have my boss on my ass, I thought--and in it. I’d see if Pete wanted to buy me a drink after work today. Once he’d seen me in the new dress I was going to buy, I didn’t think he’d demur. Over cocktails and dinner, we could discuss my sexuality--and his own. If he was okay with the fact that I was a chick with a dick. . . . Somehow, I didn’t think that would be an obstacle. As I said, Pete had ogled my ass since I’d first joined his team. Besides, the office scuttlebutt was that he’d romanced a transsexual once, a few years ago, which is why he still occupied a project manager’s chair rather than an executive vice-president’s.

Yes, I thought, grinning, I was going to enjoy all the perks of my new position, including Pete Andrews and his thick, hard cock.