‘The Boss: To Serve and Be Served’ is the latest erotic anthology from Mischief Books. The cover’s got a very sexy businessman with a seriously strokable Rufus Sewell look going on – this Boss seems just the type to bend you over his desk for a little overtime. And between the pages, multiple authors share their fantasies about what happens on that desk, underneath it, and on those naughty business trips.
Two of the contributors, Justine Elyot and Rachel Randall, share their inspiration…
What The Maid Saw is already one of my favourite self-penned shorts, for reasons that have to do with the way it came about.
A couple of years ago I visited an exhibition at the Pompidou Centre of contemporary art by women, and the piece I was most fascinated by was a series of photographs taken of recently-vacated hotel rooms and the items the guests had left behind. The artist was working at the hotel (I think it was inVenice) as a chambermaid during the holiday season.
Every photograph told a story, so of course I was captivated and the piece has stayed with me ever since. I suppose it must have been rolling around in my head, marinating, until eventually it popped out as a story.
Here’s a snippet:
They looked like an interesting couple. I watched them, sidelong while I dusted a bust of some ancient Lord or other, as they checked in at reception.
They had booked separate rooms, but were allotted the ones with the interconnecting door, whether by chance or prior arrangement I didn’t know. Their dress suggested a working partnership, with him in the superior role. She was perhaps a PA or less senior member of the organisation. She let him do all the talking at the desk and hung back, fidgeting with her phone.
I admired her shapely bottom in its tight-fitting skirt and the curve of her calves, displayed to advantage by the strappy black heels she wore. I imagined my hands on that arse, squeezing little dimples into the cheeks with my thumbs. I imagined those sky high heels over my shoulders while I licked her sweet little pussy. Was he going to do all that? Or were they genuine colleagues? Somehow, I didn’t think so.
I was still in the lobby with my polish and dusters when they came down from their rooms for tea on the terrace. I applied a final wipe to a vase and hotfooted upstairs, keen to indulge my favourite hobby.
I am making a collection of photographs – call it an art project – of the guests’ belongings. I think it will make an intriguing exhibition when it is finished. All the detritus of life is in it: the pill bottles, the discarded novels, the ripped stockings, the binned pregnancy tests, the dying anniversary flowers. Once, a gun. Another time, a crack pipe and a wad of money. But most of what I photograph is sexual. Vibrators, used underwear, handcuffs. He looks like a handcuffs man.
There’s something fascinating about office romances. They’re such a bad idea, but surely the workplace shag must be considered the great sport of London’s City: glorious, sordid, irresistible. And, oh, the contradictions implicit in sexual politicking, shifting status, and frantic negotiations on the razor’s edge between bliss and high-stakes failure never fails to raise my pulse.
It was the last – negotiations — that inspired my story for The Boss.
The vast majority of women in work don’t negotiate when they take up their positions. We skilfully navigate the complexities of our own lives without giving our mediation of family and friends a second thought. But our track-records need a lot of work when it comes to saying No to tasks we shouldn’t take on, resisting the urge to self-censor ourselves out of opportunities, or asking for the higher wage /better flexibility/more responsibility we deserve. I’m embarking on a job search myself at the moment and I’ve become fascinated with this topic. I’ve been learning about stretching out of my comfort zone, asking for what I want, demanding to be respected for my expertise. And yes, paid well for it! I’m ready to up my game…
As is the heroine of ‘Damsel in Success’. Erin’s high on the heady abandon of her last day of work. For years she’s been good, keeping her feelings about her manager, Ben, to the confines of her very private bedroom. Now, lingering outside his office door, she feels the thrill of possibilities. She’s been objectifying her boss and now he’s coveting her right back. Ben knows her capabilities—and all her assets—very well. He’s mentored Erin, challenged her to succeed in everything she wants, and it’s time for her to put into practice exactly what she’s learned to earn the most gratifying reward of all.
From ‘Damsel in Success’:
‘Don’t mark me.’ It’s a token protest.
He worries his teeth against her skin as if to confirm that he knows her demand is far from heartfelt. ‘I’m willing to compromise so you get what you want,’ he rumbles, ‘but you’re going to have to give a little back here.’
She can hardly think, can barely stand still. ‘Do it then,’ she urges him.
Without hesitation he bites down lightly into the meat over her collarbone. She cries out, shifting anxiously against his body and thrusting her ass back into his hips. ‘Hard, please, harder.’
Finally, finally slipping his fingers between her legs, he finds her sopping knickers and yanks the cotton down so he can massage her already plump folds. Fresh slickness coats her pussy, making them both groan. She can feel the heated pressure of his mouth on her skin all the way down to her sex.
He curses, and sucks, pinching her clit between his thumb and finger as he does it. The shock of it sends the first little explosion rocking through her.
‘You’re supposed to negotiate,’ he reminds her, ‘not make unreasonable demands.’
The Boss: To Serve and Be Served is out now, from Mischief Books. [http://www.mischiefbooks.com/books/boss/]