“What the hell were you thinking!?” he shouts across the table. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I’d messed up I know. It was my first secretarial job and I’d never heard the phrase before, so I just wrote down what I thought I’d heard. I thought it was odd at the time, and now I know why...

“Sorry,” I said.

“It was meant to say ‘ipso facto’, not ‘if so, fatso’. Can you imagine the amount of grovelling and ass licking I’ve had to do to keep the contract? A fucking shit load!!”

As soon as he said ‘fatso’ I started to smile. I didn’t mean to. It just happened.

“Are you fucking laughing?!” he screamed.

“No?” I said quietly.

“It’s no laughing matter! You nearly cost me the whole account and you think it’s a laughing matter?”

“I wasn’t laughing” I said. He’s beginning to piss me off a little now.

“I don’t think you understand the seriousness of the situation! Fucking ridiculous!”

“I wasn’t laughing, and I said I was sorry. What more can I say?”

“Well you’d better buck your fucking ideas up now, missy. You’re on thin ice.”

Wait. Did he just call me missy? What a cunt. Now I’m pissed.

“Don’t call me that” I said under my breath

“What did you say?”. I looked up to see his face almost red with rage. Now I’m really fucking pissed off.

“I said don’t call me that”

“I’ll damn well call you...”. He stopped as I slowly stood up.

“Don’t. Call. Me. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”

“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little man could have the cheek to call me missy.

I walked right up to him. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.

“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me anything other than my name. No missy, no sweet cheeks, no sugar tits, no sweetheart, NOTHING! Samantha is my name and you call me that from now on”

He looks visibly shocked and I can’t believe what I’m doing. He’s always been a chauvinistic little bastard who struck fear into everyone in the office, and here I was ripping strips off him. My heart starts to thump in my chest.

“In fact” I continue “you’re just a jumped up little bully who isn’t worthy or cleaning my shoes. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire!”

He actually looks scared. Fucking hell, this is great! I’m really enjoying this! I’m going to lose my job for sure but it’s totally worth it. I feel so alive! My heart starts to pound as I can feel my body getting hotter, yet I have goose pimples all over.

I look at him and I see he’s no longer looking at my face but at my chest. “Do you hear me? DO YOU!?” I scream. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”. Nothing. His eyes are fixated on my breasts. Did I spill lunch down my top? That would be the worst, especially now...

I look down. Oh my. My nipples are poking through my blouse like thimbles. In all the anger and excitement they decided to make and appearance and he’s noticed them.

“Oh” I say. What can I do now? Surely he’ll just laugh at me and I’ll have to walk out in shame. But who cares. My job is gone for sure so I’ll go for it.

“You like them?”

“Yes” he says softly. His eyes are fixed on my breasts. I’m in complete control of this situation, and complete control of him. Wow, having this much power is such a turn on. Time to have some fun.

“You want to see them?” I ask. I push my chest out towards him as if you tease him a little.

“Yes please” he says. Please? He said please? I’ve never heard him say please before. This is fantastic! Then, out of the dark recesses of my brain three words just appear and fall out of my mouth.