On Purpose?

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Oh, for fuck's sake, not this shit again. Oh, how in the. ..

How does she keep doing this? I swear to God. Yeah, yeah, come to my office.

Right now. Right now. Fucking hell.

All of them. Come in. Close the door behind you.

Yeah, I'm just looking at the reports you sent me again. How the hell do you keep doing this? How many times have I showed you all these stupid little mistakes that you're making in these reports?

How the hell am I supposed to send these out to clients? They're a shit show. What's not wrong with them? Every single one of them is riddled with mistakes that I've shown you time and time again how to fix.

This is the most basic part of your job and you're going to keep doing it over and over again. You know that my job isn't to sit here and proofread everything you send. You're supposed to be sending it directly to the clients, but I have to sit here and check every single thing that comes out of your computer.

I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to do your fucking job. You're supposed to be good at this.

That's why we transferred you over here. How are we going to keep doing this again and again and again and again? It's not the first time.

It's not the second time. It's not the third time. And they're the same mistakes keep coming up again and again.

You had a whole week to get these to me. This is two hours work max, but you had a whole week. I gave you the templates of the other projects and all the other reports that we've done before.

This shouldn't be this difficult. It really shouldn't. I'm not supposed to be worrying about this.

I have other things to do. These are supposed to get to the clients this afternoon. Explain to me what more could I do to get you to understand these? Nothing to say now? About all day at work, you're going from desk to desk, chatting away.

Then you have a lot to fucking say, but now, no, nothing, huh? Listen, I'm going to do this one more time with you. You understand me? One more time.

Come back here in the lunch break. I'm going to sit with you and I'm going to show you all the little fuck-ups that are in these reports. And you're going to fix them by this afternoon.

Do you understand me? This is the last time I'm going to do this. All right, you can go now.

Fucking hell. Come in. Is that lunch already? Come in.

Listen, I'm really sorry I blew up on you this morning. I've had a not-so-great week, and first thing I'm coming to this morning with those reports. Yeah, I mean, even though there's a lot of problems that we do need to solve now, there's no excuse for me to be acting that way.

It's not professional, it's not right, and I'm really sorry, okay? You okay? Good.

So if you want to come over here, and we're going to start. Let's have a look at these reports again. Okay, this is the latest one you sent.

Okay, we're right off the bat. The title's wrong. I mean, when you start doing these reports, you don't listen to the templates, and I do expect you to use the templates and edit from there.

That's what we do. That's the right way to do it. That's the quickest way to do it.

That's the easiest way to do it, but you've got to change the title, and that's the first thing you should be doing. Change the title to the correct project, okay? I mean, that's step one.

Step two, check the client name. That's the wrong client. It's not only an issue of having the wrong information or the wrong title or mistakes.

If we start sending information from one project to a different client, then we're going to have a lot of trouble with our clients because, you know, it's extremely unprofessional, and it goes against all the privacy and intellectual property rules that we're following. Okay. I mean, look at this.

Even the date. Does that look like today's date to you? No, that's two years ago.

I mean, I honestly don't understand. I mean, the actual content of the report is fine. Great, even.

It's just these small, blatant, in-your-face mistakes that keep cropping up over and over again, that we keep bringing up over and over again, and I do not understand. You can't see the screen? Well, you can come closer.

What are you doing? Yeah, I said you can come closer. I didn't say sit on my lap.

You can see the screen better like this. Okay. I mean, if we look at the other report, let me just reach past you there.

Yeah, see, again, same issues. Title, the project name, the date. I mean, it just keeps cropping up again and again.

You know. Can you please stop moving your hips? What do you mean you know? If you know, then why do you keep doing it? For this? What's this? Please, your hips.

Oh. Oh, I see. You want to keep being called into my office? Is that it? Yeah.

Why's that? I'm flattered, but it's not the way to do it, is it? God, your hips.

How long have you had this crush? You poor thing. No wonder you're so good in your other departments, but here you've just been making silly little mistakes.

It's because you can't focus, right? Of course you can't when you're this distracted. It's my role.

It's my job as a good boss to have a clear mind, isn't it? Oh, fuck. No wonder you can't get these reports right.

You're so out of your mind, aren't you? I've been looking at you, too. Ever since you got transferred here.

Has everyone else gone to lunch? Good. God, you taste so good.

I've been looking at these lips. These cheeks. Oh, this beautiful neck of yours.

Oh, fuck. You feel how hard you're making me. Yeah, you like that, don't you? How about you get on your knees? Let's try and clear this mind of yours.

Yeah. Oh, fuck. Yeah.

Oh, fuck. That's what you wanted, hmm? Is that what you wanted? You know, you could have just asked.

Instead of playing games and raising my blood pressure. Oh, fuck, yes. Oh.

Oh, fuck. You look so pretty down there. Hmm.

Oh, here it comes. Oh, fuck, it's so warm in my head. Oh, oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, don't rush, baby. Don't rush, we have all the time we need to make us both feel good. Oh, you're going to be a good girlfriend from now on, aren't you? Yeah, you're going to take care of your job and me.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah.

Yeah. I've been thinking about this for so long. Ever since you started working in this office, I've been wanting to put my dick in your mouth.

Show it as deep as I fucking can. Make you swallow every drop of cum. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yeah. God, why did you wait so long? Oh.

Oh. Oh, fuck. Get up, get up.

I need a taste, I need a fucking taste too. I want to learn. Lay down and stay there.

Stay there, but not over my fucking desk. Let's see what we have here. Oh, fuck.

God, I've been staring at this ass. Fuck, it's even prettier than I fucking imagined. Oh, fuck, look at him.

Oh. Let's have a taste. Mm.

Mm. Fuck. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Oh, fuck, so sweet. Mm, yummy. Man.

Mm. God, I fucking love it. Mm, I love it.

Mm, I love it. Mm. Give me your hands.

Reach back and spread your hands for me so I can eat this yummy fucking pussy. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

God, I fucking love this ass. It's gonna be my new stress ball for me to squeeze and play with whenever I need. Isn't that right? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's what I thought. God, you're so fucking yummy. Mm-hmm.

Oh, fuck. So warm and tight. So wet for me.

Mm-hmm. Okay. Mm.

Oh. Mm. Mm-hmm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Oh, fuck. Who would have thought? Who would have thought that I'd start the day by yelling at you and by lunch I'd be burying my face in this beautiful ass of yours?

Ah. Playtime's over, though. Mm-hmm.

I think we both know what you really want. Mm-hmm. Tell me.

Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want, or else I'm just gonna keep rubbing my cock against your pussy. Mm.

Mm. Oh, now you're shy, huh? Say it.

Yeah, you want my cock. Yeah, you want my cock inside you. Oh.

Oh, fuck. Mm. Yeah.

God, I knew, I knew you were fucking, oh, lusting after my fucking cock.