Minx And Her Master: It Begins

She was rather shy,
Kept to herself mostly,
And yet, somehow,
She had every man's attention,
Most especially all the men at work.
She worked a small corporate cube,
Rather proud of her position,
Very conscious she was the only female,
At least the only one in her field at the company.
Being shy, she saw herself as bland,
Unknowingly making her even more desirable.
Though she thought this,
She didn't hide in bland clothing;
Quite the contrary, she showed what she had,
Cunningly showcasing her chest,
Flatteringly hiding her wide hips,
And wore heels to accentuate her thighs.
This isn't how she got her job,
But it was how she manipulated to keep it;
She didn't sleep with her boss,
She had no need to.
Eye candy and deal maker often described her;
She kept the vendors returning,
Kept the customers interested,
Kept the cross-Atlantic corporates off the VP's ass.
VP rewarded her with her job.
Content, she was.

Content, he was not.
He, not on the VP's pet project,
Envied her.
It should be his work, not hers,
He thought, eyes snarling at her.
Young, beautiful, poised, and quite defiant.
He knew her well, studied her often.
He rather enjoyed her flaunts,
But his angry jealousy bred revenge.
It wasn't unnatural for coworkers to mingle,
Or to run off to long lunches together.
A green rope snaked around his gut,
Giving him courage to approach,
Her, a young college girl,
He, a married father of four,
His second oldest her age and deceased,
Car accident the same day she came to work.
Double the anger boiled in him.
Miraculously she accepts the invitation;
Lunch, the next day, in his Dodge Diesel,
Out to a roundabout place, the other side of town.
Or so he says, his plans are different:
Roundabout way, yes, but not for lunch.

Lunch, food, her stomach growled,
Demanding nutrients now,
Clawing her sides as she climbs step sides,
His truck is huge, she struggles up.
Wide eyed, innocent, naive,
She stares out the window at the planes,
An airport is nearby,
International by look of the flights,
Both package and passenger.
Empty airport freeway packed,
Lunch's rush hour.
Construction blocks exits,
But opens dirt paths,
One is taken under a bridge near a creek,
Around in a U to the Frontage Road,
Nearside of a cemetery.
Eyes wide, she squirms uncomfortable,
"Cemeteries creep me, tombstones so cold"
She squeaks as they turn in.
"Nothing to fear, my son is buried here"
He half moans with grief,
Somewhat else catches her attention,
Was that anger? Resentment? Nervousness?
Her usual quick mind can't decide.

But decide he had.
Passed the cemetery was a gravel parking lot,
Surrounded by tall pines, skyscraper height,
Beautiful scenery for any purpose,
The trees let in enough light to diminish gloom,
Yet hid even the sound of the wind,
Silence is a most effective weapon.
Her unease fed his desires, he smiled into space.
Could he pull this off? He had no doubts.
"You, my dear, are a tease to us all"
He muses under his breath,
glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
He had been quiet, but she had heard and was afraid.
He saw her fear in her eyes and smiled.
A hand slithered forth, reaching for her knee.
She inched away.
But she was too slow.
The hand grasped her firmly, but not hard.
"Don't fight me in this, you invited it"
Saucer size eyes met his stern gaze.
Fingers traced up the inside of her jeans
-Contractors had relaxed dress code-
Resting just beneath her most sacred place.
"From now on, all that comes from your lips,
Are the words 'Yes Sir' and 'May I Sir?'"
Her slow, tentative nod earned her the smile of ownership.