My boss, Terry, is a miserable old bully of a man who appears to delight in humiliating certain members of his staff. He is massively overweight, smokes like a chimney and appears to have some personal hygiene issues, which is a polite way of saying 'he smells'. He is married with two grown-up children but never appears to spend any time at home, choosing to remain at work late into the evenings. He has a personal assistant, Jan, who has been with him for well over 10 years. She too is married with children.
About one week ago I needed to work late in order to meet an imminent deadline. I needed to get Terry's opinion on the work that I had completed so far and so I popped along to his office. Whilst Terry is not the most pleasant person to work for he has always been happy to discuss work related issues and so I would normally tap on his door twice and then just walk in. This is exactly what I did, knocked twice and then opened the door.
It was clear that he and his companion (Jan) had not heard my knock and it took just a moment for me to figure out why. I stepped inside and found myself looking at Terry's back with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, his fat arse quivering horribly as he pounded into Jan who was laid on her back across his beautiful antique desk. I found myself transfixed for just a few seconds whilst I registered what was going on. There was my miserable old boss holding Jan's ankles, one in each hand, as he shagged her senseless across his expensive desk.
I quietly retraced my steps, returned to my desk, got my belongings and went home. Now, whenever I see Terry or Jan at work I'm thinking about what I saw that night in his office. If only I'd been bold enough to take a picture on my phone. I could have used it to get a pay rise!
