I must confess it never crossed my mind that I was going to sleep with my boss within weeks of employment. I was surprised myself. The ease with which it happened should have aroused some suspicion in me but I guess I was carried away by the rush of adrenaline.How would I have thought of sleeping with my boss given my experience during the interview days? A woman I so revered? A lady I was looking forward to learning a lot from. A woman I hoped to learn the ropes from. I was still new at the job and nothing of such could have crossed my mind not even with the other female colleagues who joined the company the same time I did. I saw the mammoth crowd that came for the interviews and I know the number of people the company eventually employed. So there was no way I was going to jeopardize my chances in the company because of sex. While I cannot excuse myself for sleeping with her on the second week but how it happened and the ease with which it happened is still a huge surprise to me.
I know I said I don’t want to bore you with the details of how it happened the first time; however, a little detail will not hurt. It happened on the second week of resumption of duty, the second Friday to be precise. I was still undergoing some management training for the newbies which was slated to last for about six weeks when it happened. During the days of the training, I would come back every evening to report to Miss B and to work on any assignment she had for me, there were always things to be done. This particular Friday, miss B had a lot on her desk, a deadline was looming; she had a presentation to make to management and as customary with her office, every I had to be properly dotted and every T properly crossed. Immediately I walked into her office, she gave me a list of things she wanted me to do urgently. She had been waiting for me to join her. The items on the list were according to priority. I figured she believed I could handle those things without a fuss. I rolled up my sleeves and got down to work immediately. I did not ask Miss B for help neither did I say anything to suggest I needed help. I got busy doing what I was required to do; I did them to the best of my ability. Intermittently, Miss B would ask how it was going and I would respond positively. She would walk up to me, stand at my back and read through what I was putting together. “Good! Good!’’ She would exclaim and would then return to her desk. After some time, a long time that is, she would return again to read through the additions. She would pat me on the back and tell me to speed it up.
On that fateful day, we did not leave the office that night until everything was ready; the whole slides for the presentation were ready. She was going to return to the office the following day to handle other assignments she had abandoned for this presentation. Miss B stretched and yawned uncontrollably immediately she acknowledged the work was done. It was about 11:15pm . I had never stayed on the island that late before and I had no idea how I would go home, Miss B did not ask either. It was exactly 11:45pm when we got to the lift. I still didn’t say anything to her and she didn’t ask. It was while we were in the car she told me that she had already reversed accommodation for us in a hotel. Again, I must confess I did not resist the idea. I guess it was a mixture of not knowing what to expect and some excitement. I’m running things with the big woman of the company, I felt lucky. I saw everything at that time as living the good life. It was while we were in the hotel room that it dawned on me that anything could happen and it happened before we went to bed. I slept with my madam, my boss.
Like I mentioned earlier on, that was the beginning of my enslavement. At work, she did not give me any special treatment or attention. Work is work and she never played with it. In fact, she never betrayed any emotion at work. However, from the first day I slept with her, I went home with her almost every Friday. Home was either her house on the Island or any hotel of her choice. I counted myself privileged at the time because I lacked nothing. I believed I was living the good life. I wore designer shirts and wrist watches. I visited places I never thought I would visit at least as of that time. I was Miss B’s sex slave for about a year and some months.
However, trouble broke one evening. I had decided to start dating properly. I wasn’t dating Miss B, I was merely satisfying her sexual urges. I knew that all this while, I simply tagged along because I initially thought it fun and also for the pecks that came with that. On this fateful evening, I didn’t know Miss B was listening to me as I spoke with a lady I was asking out at that time. I had met met her on way to work one of those mornings. Miss B had her earpiece plugged into her ears and that gave me the impression that she probably was listening to some tunes on her iphone. Immediately I ended the call, a visibly angry Miss B asked who I spoke with on the phone. I wanted to deceive her when she told me she heard everything I said to the person. She told me there and then to perish the idea of dating another girl while she was still with me. I could understand her threats but given our age differences I knew that whatever we were doing would lead to nothing.I wanted to start a proper relationship by the side. However, what she said next was a shocker. Miss B told me she would be the one to call off the relationship and not me. What?! I saw myself arguing with her for the first in over a year. She told she would only allow me to go under one condition and that was to refund her the money’s worth of all the things she had bought or given me. Let me shock you; Miss B actually kept record of everything she bought for me and the amount she spent on hotel accommodations. She had a special excel sheet where everything was entered. She said for me to leave her, I had to pay up the money which was already in millions then or I should get ready to quit my job if I couldn’t pay. I didn’t know exactly what to do, I didn’t want to lose my job but I wasn’t ready to continue with our amorous relationship. I had to calm down and continue with her while I try to figure out what to do. I could not tell anyone immediately. Need I say I didn’t push for the other lady again?
About three months later, I decided to tell a man I considered our boss my ordeal. Miss B reports to him but in hierarchy, there was not much difference. The man paid attention to all I had to say before he calmly told me that “unfortunately, no one can help your case in this organization. If Miss B wants you sacked, you would be sacked the next minute.” Another senior staff told me the same thing a week later. My life is at stake. My future, also.
I don’t want to lose my job but I don’t want to continue with Miss B. I’m still with her but I want to start a proper relationship and that is the ordeal I’m going through now.
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