Today is just another fucked up day at work. Being a dishwasher sucks. I hate my job and I hate dirty dishes more than anybody on the planet right now. But, like they say everybody's gotta eat and a job is a job.
Then again my job would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have to deal with that bullshit battle axe of a woman. Speak of the devil here she comes. All black heels thinking she's GOD's gift to the world wearing two sizes too small dress shirts. That look like three buttons are all that hold it together as they scream bloody murder holding her breasts together. Her hair floats in her face as she begins her usual snarling and yelling stomping around the kitchen. Yelling at the cooks for being too slow with orders and yelling at me for not being fast enough on dishes while at the same time she brushes her ass and tits all on my back. Knowing that if I where to do anything. She'd scream and claim sexual harassment. Me as the powerful black man would look just plain guilty than this big breasted latina. What really gets under my skin the most are the slight comments she makes about my height, my intellect and my manhood. Little does she know that if I really didn't need this job. I would show her who is the real boss.
One of these days I am going to teach her a lesson that she will never forget and she will know who her master is.
More importantly she will know how to be submissive to me.....
..........A few days later.........
.......I get my chance................
"James!!!" I hear her yell at the top of her lungs like a woman who is angry at the world. An angry that she had to even call me to help her. In her mind she is queen of all she sees. She calls me again. "James!! I know you hear me come to the basement right NOW!!!" I reluctantly go downstairs.
She begins telling me things I already know. Like how we are going to get a new shipment in and how important it is for me to organize everything so that we have a place to put new stock. I'm not listening just in my mind undressing her with my eyes layer by layer tearing away her green dress shirt again 2 sizes too small. I feel the fury inside me build more and more. As I undress her and then redress her again and again in my mind. I wait for her to stop flapping her mouth. She turns around a devious grin appears on my face.
My body from then on acts on it's own. Moving fast and methodically as if I am just reliving a dream I have had. She squeals as I begin to unwrap her body like a kid on Christmas eve. Forceful and powerful buttons fly everywhere. She squeals with surprise and excitement. I tie her hands behind her back with her own shirt and stuff her tie in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She is now at my mercy.
I've been waiting for this so now I'm going to enjoy it. And take my time now that I have her exactly where I want her and I know she cant escape.
