Indulge in a masterclass of tension, power, and surrender with this exquisite new piece of short erotica by resident writer and kinky GFE submissive, Claude Love. Pour yourself a glass of cool, crispy Sancerre and lose yourself in a sultry office performance review where the boundaries of professional and personal desire melt away.

New short erotica by writer and kinky GFE submissive Claude Love

Part One:

Did my boss deliberately pick the hottest day of the year for my annual performance review? Was he trying to torment me? Or was this just a coincidence?

These were the questions I was asking myself as my boss sat eyeing me across the restaurant dinner table. He was a few decades older than me, an American silver fox in a linen suit. Despite the heat he seemed totally at ease, occasionally sipping from a glass of white Sancerre.

Did work performance reviews usually happen at Michelin-rated Japanese restaurants? It had only been a year since I joined the company, so I had limited experience to go by.

I waited for my boss to begin the review, or to say something, anything, but he continued to just look at me, as if he was appraising me physically, which… no I must be imagining it. I crossed my legs under the table, feeling my toned thighs press together.

I was wearing a tight black Saint Laurent pencil skirt, a cream silk sleeveless blouse, and stiletto court shoes. Elegant, I thought, and respectable. Perhaps the way the blouse clung to my breasts would have been on the sexy side for the office normally, but after all it was 8pm and still 30 degrees outside.

I gulped a little wine, wetting my soft lips. I was desperately hoping my boss would tell me I’d done well this year. I really wanted his approval. Professional approval, that is. The fact that he was obviously the type of man I lust after was irrelevant.

Did it need to be this hot? I ignored a bead of sweat trickling down my cleavage.

“How do you feel you’re getting on at the company, Claude?” asked my boss.

“Very well Sir,” I replied. “I’ve met or exceeded all of my personal KPIs, and I feel I’ve impressed my team with the quality of my work.”

“Is that so?” His intense brown eyes held mine.

“I… yes, I think I’m rapidly becoming an asset to this company.”

A waiter arrived at the table. My boss ordered two omakase menus and raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to gainsay him. Of course I did not.

He continued. “You’re good at your job. Reports bear that out. Where I–where the company–has some worries, is in whether you’ve got on board with our ethos?”

“Sir?”

“Maybe it’s a Gen-Z thing. You come in, you hit your targets, sure. But you don’t really go that extra mile. If you want to rise higher in the company, you need to go the extra mile.”

I was devastated. I’d worked so hard all year, and now this attractive, successful man who was above-all my boss was telling me it wasn’t good enough. What was I missing?

“Of course I want to go the extra mile. Please just tell me what I need to do.”

“Go to the toilet, take off your bra and panties. Put them in your bag and hand the bag to me.”

“Sir?”

“If you want a future at my company, you’ll do exactly what I say.”

A series of small plates arrived: a selection of sashimi, beef tataki, a goma salad. My boss picked up his chopsticks and smiled at me.

I weighed my options. I could say no, but then maybe he’d fire me. I could threaten to complain to HR about sexual harassment…but then I’d be saying goodbye to my career. Also… a part of me did want to please him. The idea of pleasing him sent warmth throughout my body.

On my return from the bathroom I could feel my breasts bouncing under my blouse, and my slick thighs rubbing together. Suddenly I felt very exposed.

“Good girl,” said my boss. He reached into my bag, lifting just the edge of my lacy Bordelle thong into view.

Suddenly I felt very embarrassed, and very wet.

“We’ll conduct the second part of your review back at the office.”

…What should the second part of Claude’s an(nu)al performance review involve? Reach out to tell me what you think should happen next… or arrange a date to explore the fantasy further together.

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